Memories

Dad

I woke up the next day, but I feel somewhat gloomy.

Why, Jeongmin? Why did you call?

I lazily sat up on my bed once again. I slipped on my slippers. And I headed downstairs.

"Goodmorning, goodmorning." I greet the staff.

"Usual, please." I lazily held up a finger, making no eye contact. I then walked into the dining room and sat down.

"Miss So, are you doing alright today?" The butler asked.

"No, not today." I honestly replied. I didn't feel like lying anymore.

"May I ask why?" He asks. How nosy.

"No, you may not." I said, resting my head on the table.

"I'm very sorry. If you need someone to talk to, just know that I'm always here." He kindly says. I lift my head up and look him in the eyes. I smile.

"Thank you. By the way, what's your name? I never caught it." I asked.

"Oh, my name? Kim Namyoon." He replies.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm 45." He replies firmly.

"Let's make a deal. If I want to talk to you as a butler, you're Mr. Kim. When I want to talk to you as a person, you're Namyoon Oppa. Got it?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss So!" Mr. Kim smiled at me.

"You can call me Minyoung when I need you, so I'd feel more comfortable talking to you about problems." I added in. He gladly nodded as he went to stand by in the corner.

My breakfast was served, and I slowly ate, savoring the flavor of the scrambled eggs. He never fails to make it taste perfect.

"Ahh, Mr. Kim?" I called.

"Yes, Min-s Miss So?" He stuttered, confused on which name to call me. I laughed at his confusion.

"Can you please call a chauffer to take me to the movies? I'll be ready in about half an hour." I requested.

"Absolutely, Miss So." He says, leaving to use the telephone.

Young, but old fashioned. Doesn't he have a cell phone? I thought to myself. I took my last bite of food and went upstairs. I had the usual happen. I wanted to relax today. Hopefully, nothing will happen there. Not possibly.

I hopped down the stairs, excited for my day of watching movies. I smiled as I strutted out the door, making a fool out of myself. I don't care, this is my house anyways.

"Bye~" I waved off to the staff. Right when I turned, I collided into a hard surface.

"Minyoung-ah! Watch where you're going." My dad says as he straightens his suit. I look to the floor.

"Sorry Daddy.." I say as cutely as I can.

"It's fine, darling... By the way, where are you going?" He asks.

"I was going out to the cinema. What are you doing today?" I asked.

"I have to travel again. I'm always shipped off from country to country! It's never fun nor relaxing at all." He says with frustration. I groaned.

"Dad~ You're leaving again? This is the third time this week! Where are you going?" I asked.

"Back to Japan." He replies blankly.

"Japan, China, Japan. Again?" I pouted.

"Yes, darling..." He replied.

"Daddy, you should take some time off. I never get to see you anymore." I say, tears started to choke out. He felt my pain; I missed him so much. He stroked my hair.

"Minyoung-ah. I wish I could. But you know how this works. This is business. Being a CEO, it's hard." He says, continuing to stroke my hair. He takes out his handkerchief to dry my tears, which spill out heavily. He pulls me in for a hug, risking to get tears all over his suit.

"When are you leaving? You should start packing..." I quietly asked. He looked at his watch.

"I'd have to be on the plane in half an hour. Will you be okay alone?" He asks.

"Dad, you know the answer to that," I say dryly. I pull away from him and look him in the eyes. "Daddy, I love you, and I will miss you. Bye Dad."

We look at each other, for somewhat 10 seconds. We softly smile at each other. He gently squeezes my shoulders and places a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you, too, sweetheart. Now go, have fun. Go hang out with Sumin too, while you're at it!" He smiles at me and ruffles my hair.

"Augh, Dad~" I playfully groan and fix my hair. I stop before I get to the door. I smile at my dad, taking a good look at him before he leaves. He smiles back and waves. I wave back, and leave.