Annyeongz One-shots

7. Ldr

It was already 3:30 a.m. when Wonyoung’s eyes snapped open at the sound of crying echoing down the hallway.

Leeseo.

Her daughter’s wailing was so loud and desperate that Wonyoung immediately pushed off the blankets and hurried toward the little girl’s room.

When she entered, she found Wonjin, her fifteen‑year‑old son, standing beside his sister’s bed. He was gently bouncing the seven‑year‑old in his arms, whispering soft words in hopes of calming her—but nothing worked.

“Shhh, Leeseo… oppa is here,” he murmured, patting her back.

“Huwaaaa! I don’t want you!” Leeseo screamed through sobs. “Huwaaaa!”

Wonjin winced but kept trying, “Leeseo yaaa, calm down…”

Her cries only grew louder.

Wonyoung stepped forward quickly.
“Hey, honey… what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Huwaaa! Huwaaaa!”

Wonjin sighed, exhausted.
“Mummy… sorry for waking you.”

“It’s okay,” Wonyoung said softly. “Why is she crying?”

Before he could answer, Leeseo wailed again.

“I don’t want dad! I want daddy! Where is my daddy?!”

Wonyoung froze for a moment.
She knew exactly what that meant.

Leeseo didn’t want her biological father.
She wanted Yujin.

It had only been a few months since Wonyoung married him, but the two children had grown incredibly attached to him—especially little Leeseo.

Unfortunately, Yujin wasn’t home. He was in Italy, handling work that required him to stay overseas. He wasn’t returning until next week.

And this little girl had been crying non‑stop ever since waking up.

“Aigoo… come here, sweetheart.”
Wonyoung carefully took Leeseo from Wonjin’s arms, hugging her close.

“I want daddy… huwaaaa!”

“Shhh, mummy’s here… it’s okay, sweetheart.”

But the crying continued—loud, relentless, heartbreaking.

“Mummy, I’ll handle this,” Wonjin offered tiredly. “You must be exhausted…”

“No, dear. You’re tired too. Go sleep, okay?”

“But I’m not sleepy—”

“You are. Listen to mummy.”

He eventually nodded and shuffled back to his room.

Wonyoung refocused on the sobbing child in her arms.

“Okay, Leeseo ya… talk to mummy. You miss daddy, hmm?”

The girl nodded while sniffling.
“I… I want daddy.”

Wonyoung sighed. The kids had been asking nonstop about when Yujin would come home. It had already been three weeks. They were used to having him around—having him play basketball with Wonjin, carrying Leeseo on his shoulders, reading bedtime stories…