Thy Art | Park Seonghwa

1.6

It felt like the last time Yunhee ever had her house filled with people, was ages ago. Back in her years of living in Daegu, making friends and socializing had been the least of her priority. All she wanted to do was survive through every day and finish college as soon as possible. That had made her accumulate less than a handful of friends. She didn't mind though, the only person she cut off contact completely with was Park Seonghwa.

Hongjoong, Wooyoung, San, Mingi and Yunho had made it a point to tell her aunt they were coming but she was kept oblivious about it even when the main purpose of their visit was to see her daughter. And now as the five grown men stood around her baby's crib, she could only let out a breath of defeat. They were all squealing at how the 10 months old girl was so adorable, unlike her mom. To which Yunhee scoffed to because where else would she get that gene from if it wasn't from her. Well, it could be from her dad but she knew he was never close to the word adorable.

Wooyoung had begged the brown-haired girl to allow him hold the little baby and after much consideration, as she knew she could trust him, she slowly walked towards the crib, each of them making a way for her, before she picked her daughter up and slowly placed it on younger's arm. Eunbyul made the cutest and small chuckle as Wooyoung brushed his nose against hers and she had grabbed onto San's index finger lightly as soon as he offered. Yunhee was relieved to see how happy her little sunshine was. They say you wouldn't feel it as your child's growing, they'll forever be a baby to you but when Eunbyul was held by Wooyoung, she could see how much bigger she has grown.

Hongjoong who has been watching from a distance ever since the beginning, walked closer to where Yunhee stood before taking his place beside her. He placed both his hands into his pocket before smiling at the sight before him. "Now that they've all met her, I'm going to bet they'll beg you to bring her over to our place or when we hang."

"I'm just not ready to watch my baby get confused once they start asking which of them is her favorite," she responded lightly, "but they wouldn't have to beg me, I can already see how much they love her, so why not."

Hongjoong bopped his head slightly as a form of reply. No words were exchanged for a second before the man turned his body to face her. "Have you thought about it?"

The smile Yunhee had on from earlier, melted away and was then replaced with her biting her lower lip. "I had."

"Are you going for it?"

"I don't know..," she uttered, "both Jiwon and my aunt, told me to put it all behind and accept the offer but something in me would never be able to do that. On the other hand, I know working for Seonghwa means I wouldn't have to work multiple jobs to sustain me and my daughter's life. What do you think I should do, Joong?"

"Do it for your daughter," he answered, "you told me you wanted to be able to buy all that she needs, right?"

"I was... planning to look for a better job once I've settled for a month or two.. it never occurred to me that Seonghwa would beat me to it," she said, "and working for him.. doesn't that mean-."

"Yeonjun once told me how he barely ever leave his office," Hongjoong cut her off, "even he, himself, had only met Seonghwa because he was the head of the creative team. Regular employees wouldn't meet him as often." What Hongjoong said had made her slightly more intrigued to take up the job. She didn't know what it was that had made her so confuse. Was it her ego, guilt or shame. "You know, Seonghwa had always said you saved him. You pulled him up when he was not able to stand. He had always said, you help build the person he is, Today, even when you broke his heart and left him to pick up the pieces. So let him return the favor, alright?"

"I'll.. think about it again," she replied, her voice smaller this time, "I have a week before the interview anyway." Hongjoong could only sigh at what his friend said, hoping she wouldn't pass up such a big opportunity even despite their past.