"Seoul" BBH | PCY

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AN: HI IM HERE. Dw I didn't forget this story and I'm not planning on letting it remain unupdated for more than a week! I still don't have an uploading schedule but yeah. Anyways school hasn't been tough on me lately so that isn't an excuse lol. I have so many ideas for other fanfics tho it's insane and because I've recently been VERY into NCT a lot of those ideas are NCT fanfic ideas asdfghjkl they deserve the love though and I hope they'll become even more popular in the future!

Anyways; how was your day today, and what are your weekend plans?

Baekhyun's P.O.V

"Fuck you, get the fuck out of my mom's restaurant, tch what a bitch. He shouldn't be talking to me like that." I said to myself, while pacing around my room.

I tried to be a bit more quiet while doing so, because Miyoung was sleeping quietly on my bed.

I could say all of these things while she was awake since a lot of what I said wasn't part of the basics of Spanish, since she only knew how to introduce herself and a bit more, besides I talk quite fast when I speak Spanish.

I was actually ready to sleep, but that asshole kept me awake.

Heh, who am I kidding.

Even if he got me sent to jail, I don't think I'd ever hate him. Fuck, I messed up big time..

He's popular now anyways, I bet he has a partner.

I sighed and sat down on the edge of my bed. I leaned my head against my hands, that were supported by my knees, and almost starting getting teary eyed.

My breath hitched for a second, as I tried to relax myself. I couldn't. The only thing that kept me relaxed wasn't mine.

I felt the bed move, and when I looked up to see what it was, Miyoung laid her small arms around my shoulders. She sobbed into my shoulder.

"P-please.. please don't cry, papa.." She sobbed. I broke down completely.

I had heard Miyoung cry a lot, due to taking care of her since she was a baby, but whenever she'd cry because of me I'd break.

I pulled her into a hug, and hugged her tightly.

No one was ever allowed to make my baby girl cry, especially not a monster like myself.

I cried while my head was leaning on her small head. We were both crying a lot at this point, like father like daughter I guess.

I tried to calm myself down, and when I had stopped crying, I started humming softly to calm her down too.

She stopped crying too, after a little while. I pecked her forehead, and hugged her again.

"Thank you." I whispered. She sniffed and whispered a small "thank you too".

What did I do to deserve her. I took out my phone, and unlocked it. Immediately I entered the skype app. I found my parents' shared skype, and dialled it.

They probably wouldn't even be awake, but it was worth the try. Surprisingly, after a few seconds, my mom picked up.

"Ah, mijo! You haven't called in a while, how are you and Malia?"

"We're doing good, mom. Right, Miyoung?" I asked the girl in my lap.

"Yes, abuela! For my birthday, papa promised me we'd go to Lotte world!" She said, with small difficulties, but managed to form a decent and understandable sentence.

"Ah, that's good, sweetie!" I chuckled at the language switches, they did at times.

My mom would always talk Spanish, because she wanted Miyoung to learn it fluently, and I was fine with that obviously.

I grew up with both languages, so naturally I wouldn't complain. Heck, I even helped my mom with encouraging Miyoung to learn Spanish.

She seemed up for it, hence why she knows the basics of it.

"So, mijo, did you meet your lover boy?" My mom said quickly in Spanish, so Miyoung wouldn't understand her.

"I did see him, but he kicked us out of his mom's restaurant, because I was worried for his weight. Can you believe it? I just asked if he was eating properly, because he looked way too thin." I explained in the same pace as my mom asked her question.

My mom tsked and mumbled stuff under her breath, so quietly that even I couldn't hear it. It would probably also be best if I just didn't listen to her, while she was doing so.

"So, ma, hows dad? Is he doing well?" I asked, trying to change the topic.

Her eyes became the usual happy enlightened eyes, as she started rambling about how my dad had been treating her out for dinner a lot this week, because it was the week their honeymoon was held around 45 years ago.

They had made it a tradition to go out every night and eat, if they didn't go on vacation, this special week.

I wish I could do the same, but with someone else.

While my mom kept rambling on and on, I managed to put Miyoung to bed, and after maybe 10 or so minutes, we said goodbye and goodnight.