My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 118

Note: Hi guys, I'm so sorry for not updating last week. I've been really busy with school and along with a writer's block hehe...

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Beomgyu woke up to a loud honk of a horn, instantly waking him up from his sleep.

And boy was it loud.

Blinking, he rubbed his eyes to get rid of the sleepiness and once he fluttered them open he saw his son holding a horn with a cheeky grin in his face.

"Merry Christmas, appa," he says, voice filled with mischief.

"Not so Merry Christmas to you too, Byun-ah," Beomgyu sneered.

"Eyy, don't be like that dad!" Beomhyun laughs as he pressed the horn's button once more.

Beomgyu groaned as he snashed the ear-murdering weapon from his son's grasps.

"And why are you even honking a horn at me at an early morning-"

"Ahm... actually appa it's ten in the morning," Beomhyun says, gesturing at the clock behind him.

Beomgyu rubbed his head as he glanced at the his alarm clock.

10:15 A.M.

It read.

"Papa sent me to wake you up," Beomhyun utters, "And the horn was his idea as well."

Beomgyu lets out a sigh, "Of course it was his idea," he grumbles.

The young boy tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Shaking his head, Beomgyu spoke. "It's nothing, I broke another one of the glass windows in my office," he says.

It had been a bit of a while since Taehyun asked Beomgyu of letting him help around Beeojegug. Though Beomgyu wasn't really keen of letting Taehyun help. But once he saw that eyebrow raise and how his lover slowly took out a gun hidden under the cupboards.

He quickly changed his mind and gave Taehyun the position of head of Finance in their surface business. Knowing all too well that his lover double-majored in music as well as accountancy.

So Beomgyu knew their surface business will be in good hands.

But it would also mean that he was refrained of destroying anything in his office.

A fine example would be the attempt of murder of shooting Jung Moh-wa whenever she pisses him off.

"Welp, whatever you did you better head down now," Beomhyun says. "He looked really pissed off just now."

A loud clank of the dishes could be heard downstairs, making Beomgyu and his son flinch.

Beomgyu muttered a silent shit under his breath.

"Gosh appa what did you do?" his son asked, concerned. "You'll literally get murdered if you go down at this point."

The older male got out of bed and lets out a sigh. "Don't worry kid, I'm sure I'll be fine," he says.

Hopefully.

"Well, I hope you get out of the kitchen alive and in one piece soldier," Beomhyun says dramatically as he gave his dad a salute before heading out of the room.

After a few minutes, Beomgyu slowly and quietly went down stairs. Peeking from a wall that divided the stairs and saw Taehyun viscously chopping (murdering) a carrot.

With a butcher's knife.

Beomgyu gulped and was about to abort his mission but flinched and froze when Taehyun slammed the cleaver knife on the chopping board.