If Jaehyun can get a won for every moment he’s left dumbfounded, he would have been a quadruple trillionaire now by all the turns of events happening right before his eyes. He stares in awe at the child hiding behind the tall man who’s been causing him stress the whole day.
He’s beautiful. The kid, that is.
He takes a deep steadying breath and gulps hard, letting out a barely audible, “H-hello,” in Banmal. [Note: Banmal is an informal form of speech in Korean language.]
The kid stares at him, wide-eyed, before tugging on the cuff of Yeolchan’s sleeve. “Daddy,” he murmurs, looking up at Yeolchan.
Daddy? He calls Park his ‘daddy’. It’s English but it still sounds perfect coming from a little kid.
Something inside of Jaehyun snaps at the action. The child is not supposed t
