Adopted By Mr and Mrs Byun.

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NARRATOR's POV:

Hues of golden and orange lit the morning sky.

The birds sang their songs as the sun rose on the horizon.

The trees breathed in the suns warmth.

The sun made shadows along the streets of Seoul.

The sun hit the windows of its sleeping inhabitants.

The alarms rang into their ears.

Some hit the stop button but some missed it.

Curses were thrown out of their mouths because of how careless they were.

But one particular boy had not set his alarm and he was running late for his first day at his father's company.

He groggily rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his jet black hair.

He was shocked to see the time.

He bolted up from the bed and ran to the bathroom.

He undressed himself and stood under the warm water.

He hummed a song that his been working on.

He soaped and shampooed.

He rubbed himself clear of any germs.

He turned the shower head off and dried himself up.

The towel hung dangerously low on his hips as he started rummaging through his wardrobe to find something presentable to wear.

He wanted to impress his dad.

He found a white button up shirt and some black trousers along with his favorite black shoes.

He rolled up the sleeves up to his elbows.

He styled his hair nicely and just the way he wanted.

He made a final look at himself in the full length mirror.

He let out a sigh of relief at how amazing he looked.

He quickly pulled out his phone from its charging station and ran downstairs where the smell of freshly made pancakes and waffles was inviting him.

He kissed his mother on the cheeks as he entered the doors of the kitchen and greeted her a good morning.

He sat on the bar high chairs and dug onto his breakfast that was laid out on the marbled table.

He praised his mother of her amazing cooking.

She smiled at his compliment and wished him a good luck for his day.

She was proud of her son and they way he grew up to be an amazing son.

He put the dishes on the sink and washed them.

It was his habit to do that.

As a kid, he never liked anyone touching his dirty plates.

He dried out his hands and picked up his car keys as made his way to the main door.

He hugged his mother and told her that he will prove himself to his father as he stood on the porch.