SECRETS

Chapter - 27

Y/n's POV

As we entered the principal's office, the two boys flanking me like uneasy shadows. Mr. Lee, the stern face of authority, sat behind his desk, already waiting for us.

Mr. Lee: "Are you okay, Ms. Y/n?"

I took a deep breath, pushing aside my worries . "I am fine, Mr. Lee."

His gaze bore into me as he continued, "So, what is the cause of the fight?"

The memories of Lisa and Rose's tears flooded back. Determination fueled my words. "Bullying," I said, my voice firmer now.

Mr. Lee pressed, "Who bullied who?"

These two boys, Justin and Chris, had bullied our friends. I couldn't stand by. "They bullied Lisa and Rose."

Justin, his eyes aflame, retorted, "They are our girlfriends. You don't have the right to defend them."

I clenched my fists, the anger within me boiling over. "You've already broken up with them, but everyone has the right to defend anyone."

Chris, arrogance oozing from every pore, sneered, "Do you even know who my father is?"

My confidence unshaken, I shot back, "Why didn't your mother tell you?"

Justin lunged, but Mr. Lee's stern voice intervened, "Stop it. We will report this case to your parents. You can wait outside."

As I looked at the principal and questioned "u know who to call"

The two boys begrudgingly left the room.

Outside, we sat in the waiting room, and when their parents arrived, my own parents, eomma and appa, joined us.

My eomma's worried eyes scanned me.

Eomma: "Are you hurt anywhere?"

I smiled despite the tension, "I'm fine, eomma. We need to go in."

Appa agreed, and we entered the principal's office. Their parents, familiar faces from a past encounter, were here too.

Chris whispered, "Aren't they Yeonjun's parents?"

I couldn't help but retort, "You know, I should introduce a topic called 'How to mind your own God damn business.'"

Mr. Lee began explaining the situation, and while my parents looked proud, the boys' parents seemed displeased.

I knew their background, they were in the mafia, but I'd once met them, and they had seemed so different from their unruly sons.

After the discussion ended, the boys' parents approached me.

Mrs. Williams: "I'm really sorry for their behavior. We gave them too much space."

I offered forgiveness, "It's okay; I just couldn't stand the bullying."

Mr. Williams: "It won't happen again, and we're sending them to a boarding school."

With that, we parted ways, and I headed home. Tonight, it would just be me and Haneul, my precious daughter, enjoying some quality time together while eomma and appa went to work.

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As I filmed, I carefully placed the cupcake tray into the oven. The warmth of the kitchen and the scent of baking cupcakes filled the air. It was in that moment of anticipation that I heard it.

Haneul: "E-e-eomma."

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at her. Her little face was scrunched up in concentration, trying to form the words.

Y/n: "Say it again, sweetie."

Haneul: "A-a-appa."

I smiled gently, my eyes moist with emotion. "No, it's eomma."

Haneul persisted, her determination shining through. "E-e-eomma."

A surge of joy welled up inside me, and I couldn't contain my excitement. I started jumping up and down, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Y/n: "Say it again!"

Haneul: "Eomma."

I reached for the camera I had placed in the corner, specifically for moments like these, capturing every precious second of Haneul's journey.

Y/n: "Future me, Haneul, or Yeonjun, Haneul's second word is 'eomma.'"

Overwhelmed with happiness, I bent down and kissed her soft cheeks, holding her close. It was my second happiest moment in my life, a testament to the bond between mother and daughter that was growing stronger with each passing day.

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Afterward, as we watched "Encanto," Haneul tried to convey something

Y/n: "What are you trying to say?"

Haneul hummed and pointed to the TV.

Y/n: "You want me to sing?"Haneul nodded.

Y/n: "What song, 'Surface'?"

Haneul shook her head, then nodded vigorously when I suggested "We Don't Talk About Bruno."

I stood, cleared my throat, and sang the song, pouring my emotions into every note.

When it ended, Haneul spoke.

Haneul: "Appa."

I corrected her, "No, it's eomma."

Haneul insisted, "Appa."

Confused, I turned around to find the Chois, the Kims, and others standing there.

Y/n (mumbling): " shit "

TO BE COUNTINUED

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Hoped you enjoyed this chapter, I know its quite shorter than other chapter I am really sorry, my shitty brain is out of content and I do have lots of work, thank you for reading this chapters, love y'all ❤💕❤💕