The next morning Mirae browsed the pictures on the shelf again.
"Oppa!" She called to Minho as he made coffee.
"Huh?" He called back.
"Who are all of these random people?" She asked.
Minho walked over. "Which ones?"
"This. Who's this? She's beautiful."
Minho smiled a little bit. "That's my niece."
"Oh!" She said, surprised. "Do they live in Seoul?"
Minho shook his head.
She hummed. "What about this one?"
"That's my nephew." Minho replied.
Mirae smiled. She was starting to be able to read his micro expressions, and she was pretty sure this one was pride.
"And this?" She asked, moving on to the next one.
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Our Family
General Fiction*Sequel* What would it be like to be the patriarch of a family of eight boys? Christopher knows all too well. His parents were out of the picture at a young age, and since then, he's been in charge of the family. He's raised his brothers as if they...