Third Person's POV
Wonyoung took off her shoes and went inside the house. "I'm home." She announced as she stepped inside. It's already afternoon. She placed her bag on the couch and went to the kitchen to greet her Mom.
"Hi, Mom." She smiled. "Hello." She looked around, as if finding someone. "Mom, Jisung oppa's not home yet?" Her mother gave her a puzzled look. "What?"
She gave her a look. "Jisung. Park Jisung. Is he not home yet?" She asked again. Her mother chuckled lightly.
"Wonyoung, you have no brother."
The girl sighed. "I know, but I have a step brother," She squinted her eyes. "If you are trying to joke right now, it's not funny. Besides, he's your son!" She said, but her mom's expression became more scared.
"What are you talking about?" She sat down on a chair while Wonyoung just stared at her. "I never had a child." Her eyes widened.
"What?"
"That's why your father left me in the first place; because I can't have children." She backed away from her step mother. "No.. You're lying!" She ran upstairs and went to Jisung's bed room.
When she opened it, only dust and used supplies were inside.. a storage room. Her heart dropped to her stomach. "What..? How?" She went to the guest room to see if the same happened to Mark and it did.
The guest room was empty. There is no luggage near the closet. She checked it and there were no clothes. Wonyoung ran downstairs, fuming in anger. "Where are Jisung and Mark oppa's things? Where did you throw it?"
"Wonyoung, I told you, you have no step brother! I have no child! And what 'Mark' are you talking about?" The latter shook her head and grabbed her bag once again. "This is not a good joke, Mom. I'm going out." She said and left the house in rage.
She wanted to clear her head. She was only gone for a few hours and her brother's room was empty. Even the guest room was, leaving no trace of Mark. And what did she say? That she doesn't have her own child? That's impossible. He was just there the same morning.
Wonyoung called a cab and told the driver to take her to the bakery 'Pudu Place' but the driver gave her a confused look. "Isn't the bakery called 'Pony Place'?" He asked.
What is happening? The last time she checked, the shop's name was 'Pudu Place' but she just nodded and the cab took her there. The vehicle halted in front after a few minutes and Wonyoung paid her fee.
She got off the cab and looked up at the sign of the bakery. It was still the same place, but the name 'Pudu' was indeed replaced with 'Pony'. With eyebrows creased, she went inside and ordered herself a cup of milk and pudu biscuits.
"Miss, do you mean by pony biscuits?" The cashier asked, who was the owner of the bakery. She looked at the menu and was shocked to see it as pony biscuits. She just nodded again and got her order in no time.
She was going to leave the bakery when she heard a kid whine. Then it became two. "Why did you change pudu biscuits to pony?? Ponies are ugly!" She looked near the counter and saw two kids crying while being calmed down by their mother.
It was Hyul and Kyun.
"Sshh, hush now. Why would Mama use 'pudu'? Of course it's 'pony'; for your sister!" She said but Hyul cried even more. "You named this place after Donghyuck hyung!"
The woman tried to calm the two kids down, but to no avail. "You have no older brother. You only got your Shihyun noonah."
"No!" Kyun exclaimed and brought out his pendant to show his mother that they have a hyung. He opened it and was shocked to see that the picture inside isn't his brother's but his sister's. "No!!" He shouted and threw the pendant away.
