The Devil's Sweetheart

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Yong-sun was stunned to see Moonbyul's dad when the moment door was unlocked. Is this the reason Moonbyul locked me inside? She kept aside the picture she was seeing, stood up from the chair, as stiff as a pole.

Arnold's eyes lingered on the picture, but a second later, he turned to Yong-sun, a smile on his face. ''We meet again. How are you?''

''H-i, Uncle.'' Yong-sun hesitantly raised her hand and waved, looking past his shoulders. The look on Moonbyul's face was so menacing that she got intimidated by it. Is this also my fault? Yong-sun cried.

Moonbyul swore like a trooper, not on his father but the rat. He knew who it is—the security guard, always waiting to inform his whereabouts. Before his dad would imagine beyond the thoughts, Moonbyul started. ''You have misunderstood, dad. There is nothing-''

''Yes, yes.'' Turning to his son, Arnold vivaciously nodded his head. ''A girl staying in a man's bedroom for the whole night? Definitely, I have misunderstood.'' There was a hint of mocking in his voice.

A sigh escaped from his lips. Moonbyul gave up. There is no way this stubborn man will listen. He has come here listening to the false proof of that security guard, and no way his dad will believe him. ''Assume whatever you want. I don't care.'' He then addressed Yong-sun, his voice cold. ''Time for you to go home.''

''Did you had breakfast, Yong-sun?'' Arnold questioned, snubbing his son's thoughts.

''Not yet, Uncle.'' She whispered in a meek voice.

''So am I,'' Arnold added brazenly, turning to Yong-sun. ''Our family doesn't let the guest leave the house starved. Let's go.''

Yong-sun looked at Moonbyul, asking for permission, but she found the same expression- Angry, furious. His face can be taken as a reference for the angry birds game.

''Don't intimidate her, boy.'' Arnold could feel the tension his son was creating on the poor girl.

''Don't mind him, child. He is born in that way.'' Under his protection, Arnold led her into the kitchen. Moonbyul didnot follow them, for he was not interested in listening to his dad's piercing questions about yesterday's incident. Let her pay the punishment for willingly staying here.

....

''So, you are telling someone has tried to harass you, and you have come here to talk with Moonbyul,'' Arnold asked. Quite acceptable theory, but he will not believe.

Yong-sun nodded her head in response. ''I was scared he would come to my home again. So, I thought it would be a good thing to stay here.''

Scared that she would get caught in the act, Yong-sun diverted the topic to Moonbyul's hatred among girls in school. She hit the right button because Arnold's face instantly turned red in rage. ''That insolent brat. He is bringing shame to my ancestors.''

Both bitched behind Moonbyul's back about his behavior, and a while later, they didnot had anything to talk.

''Curious of the picture on Moonbyul's bedside table?'' Arnold broke the silence.

''I was looking at the picture.'' She didnot sound desperate, but in actuality, Yong-sun wanted to know very badly.

''His mother.'' Arnold gazed at a distance as he spoke.

''She is..'' Yong-sun didnot finish her thoughts as she watched Arnold's joyful eyes turned heavy.

''My wife, Elain.'' He said. ''She is Moonbyul's mother. When Moonbyul was a kid, he was a momma boy. Sometimes, even I would get jealous of the attention that brat receives from Elain.''