Mr. Nerd's Secret | jongsang

↪✏five↩

❝bub, wake up it's time for school❞

❝7 minutes more, papa❞

Yeonjin eyed his son, confused at his choice of number that's out of ordinary. ❝why 7?❞

❝because I don't like five. too short.❞ he heard the other tiredly mumbled against the soft pillow and then waving his hand lazily towards him, ❝out, please❞

Yeonjin rose his brow, though letting the boy to rest a little more. ❝I expect you to be in the shower in another 7 minutes, okay?❞

❝ayai, sir❞

Yeonjin sighed at his son, then making his way downstairs to meet with his already up wife. He greeted her with a peck on the cheek, making her widen her eyes ❝you scared me.❞

Yeonjin just smiled innocently, ❝morning. what are you cooking? it smells good from miles away.❞

❝you sure have a sweet mouth, kang. I'm just making simple pancakes since it's the only thing you have in your cabinet.❞

Yeonjin then make a noise out of realisation, ❝ah.. I forgot.❞

And Bonhwa took her chance to tease him, scrunching up her nose and nodded playfully, ❝again.. anyways, where's yeosang?❞ she asked while distributing those pancakes into 3 plates that her husband chose.

He leaned against the counter behind her, ❝he continue to wander for his treasure for another 7 minutes.❞

❝why 7?❞

❝bonus.❞

She just nodded knowingly, finally understanding why it was 7 aside from 5. But why not 10? She shrugged it off and put the plates on the dining table when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

❝yeosang! let's have breakfast before you go to school.❞ she cheerfully greeted the sleepy boy. From his outfit and his smell, she could figure that he had taken a shower before coming down but the sleepiness still getting the best of him this morning. Of course, that could happen. Shower couldn't wash away the drowsiness.

Plopping himself down the chair, he thanked for the food and lazily move his hand to cut the pancakes into small pieces. He almost drop the knife and that alert the mother, ❝yeosang, let me do it for you, hm?❞

The sudden feminine voice snapped him out of his sleepiness and stopped munching on the food inside his mouth as he stared straight ahead on the face what seems like a woman but he couldn't really tell from his blurry vision, ❝w-what?❞

❝yeosang, this is bonhwa. remember her?❞

Bonhwa.

Bonhwa.

❝you could call me by my name for starter.❞

❝bonhwa..❞ the name slipped out of his mouth after few times repeating it in his head. He muttered the name under his breath until he resurfaced to reality.

❝I-I'm sorry.❞

Bonhwa stood from her seat and carefully approached the boy who seems so distracted, ❝there's nothing to be sorry for. I know it's hard, take your time. I won't run.❞ she assures him.

When Bonhwa spoke, his venomous side of mind equate hers with his mother, which makes it hard for his head to fully register who she really is. He shook his head, ❝m-my mind confused me. I'm sorry.❞