My Father Is Jung Yunho??!!

29 SAFE

Hey guys...

here is another update.

more of JanDi....

29 SAFE

JanDi took one last look in the mirror. She was dressed in faded jeans and pale pink dress shirt. Her black hair tied up into a pony tail and light makeup to freshen up her face. She looked...well....poor.She sighed as she blew a strand of hair out of her face. It had just been two days and she missed Jaejoong like crazy. He had called her several times but she didnt pick up. He left her a hundred texts but she never replied. She blew out a bit of air to calm her nerves and left the house. An hour later she stood infront of Seoul International School. JanDi was determined to fix things for Dylan and if it meant humiliating herself, then so be it.

She sat in the waiting room next to a bunch of highclass ladies who kep throwing dirty looks at her. JanDi averted her gaze from them and pretended not to hear their hushed comments on her appearance. She held onto Dylan student profile. The very next day since his outburst, JanDi had pulled him out of school. She refused to let him get hurt again. Thankfully, Yunho hadnt found out about the incident and Dylan hadnt told him. JanDi's bank account wasnt doing so well so she had got a loan from Lana, promising to pay her back.

"Errm....Kim JanDi?" the snarky receptionist eyed her with disdain.

"Yes?" JanDi jumped from her seat.

"The Dean will see you now." She gestured towards the door and JanDi followed. Her muddy shoes being gawked at as she disappeared behind the fine oak door.

JanDi felt small inside the big expensive room. An old man with snow white hair and beard and blue eyes sat behind the desk laden with books and papers and brown folders. He was clearly foreign.

"Have a seat." He smiled warmly at her. "Im Patrick Anderson, the Dean."

JanDi sank into the plush seat, her nails digging into her palm as the man went through Dylan's student profile. His smile disappeared with each line and page. Finally, he tossed the file on the table, placed his elbows on the table and surveyed her through his round spectacles. JanDi shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Im sorry but your child....is...well....nothing special."

JanDi's heart sank. Nothing special?

"Whats that supposed to mean?" she frowned.

"Well...I dont mean to offend you but...see...I have students here who are children of diplomats,aristocrats,dignitaries. Dylan is...just not someone...well..." he struggled with his sentence.

"You mean he's not from some high class family." JanDi's eyes were glazed with tears. "So my son cant get good education because Im not rich?"

"You wont be able to pay his fees and we are very strict about money. Even with financial aid...I dont think its a possibility. Plus, Dylan will be bullied by everyone here.." Patrick's voice trailed off.

"Children he can deal with. I think the administration will bully him more. Im sorry but Im really offended by your comments. Education is a basic human right and you can just take that right away because a child cant afford to pay well enough. And I will get the money to you one way or the other. Im working 5..." JanDi felt a pang in her chest. She had quit the job at the restaurant for fear of seeing Jaejoong everyday. "4 jobs everyday....I'll just take on a couple more. Dylan is a smart kid. He's good in sports and he's very intelligent. He can speak basic english and he reads books. Please..." JanDi placed her hands on the table. "I cant let my son get lost in the shuffle. I cant let his talents go to waste like mine did. He gets bullied and beaten at his old school and as a single mother I cant do anymore than always be there for him and struggle for him. I am here right now, embarrasing myself infront of you because I love my son. I want him to have the best of everything." A tear slipped down JanDi's cheek.