( Bang Chan + Hwang Hyunjin )
❝I cannot risk losing her.❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Pride is something that Bang Chan was forced to put aside in order to satisfy his basic needs. And he'd grown used to it for the year and a half that he'd been living o...
"What is it?" Chan whined, stomach swollen with the overconsumption of pastry that Hyunjin had prepared earlier, partially focussed on the medical series rolling on the television. "Lower your voice, please. I'm watching something."
"What time is my hair appointment?" Bella asked seriously, in utter disbelief at her father's nonchalance, shaking her head, rubbing her nose bridge. "The talent show is tonight," she raised her arms dramatically, marching over to her father's front in the living room and holding him by his broad shoulders, shaking his visibly exhausted frame back and forth.
Bella's hair was an absolute mess. The natural curls that her father had passed down were all frizzed and knotted, long and brown and healthy: disappointing, considering her plans to perform at the school's talent show later that evening.
The one that she had been going on and on and on about for the past three-or-more weeks. The act that both Chan and Hyunjin had permitted, and promised to help with all fashion-related preparations.
"Show?" Chan furrowed his brows, genuinely confused, stirring irritation within his dear daughter even more. "I- show?" He stood up, scratching the back of his head with one hand on his waist. "Why didn't you remind me? What show? What time?"
"Christopher, you cannot be serious," a third voice joined in; Hwang Hyunjin. He strolled from the hallway of their two-bedroom apartment with a nail kit secured in his hands, looking pointedly at Chan. "She's been practicing all week! I was supposed to do her nails while you book the appointment for her hair, remember?"
"Well shit," Chan swore under his breath, speechless, laughably, hoping to find some loose words with definite meaning splayed over the maroon-striped rug centered in the living room. "I- I messed up, didn't I?"
"You think?" Bella huffed, falling back onto the sofa, wailing frustratedly into her hands. "Can you at least do it? Or get an appointment for before? Tonight is really really really really really really special, dad. So many people are going to be watching me!"
Hyunjin smirked, knowing. Aware of something that Chan was better off never ever finding out, in the near future at least. "I'm afraid getting an appointment today for today won't be possible, princess," he frowned, joining her on the couch and taking one of her hands to prep her nails. "But, Chan, you could try? While I do her nails? We only have like... four hours..."
