Jaehyun glares after hearing the kid’s indifferent explanation. “What?! Seriously?”
Chanhyun gives him a nonchalant shrug. “Seriously.”
“That bastard.”
“No cursing, appa.”
“Sorry, force of habit. Just...” Jaehyun throws his hands in the air. “What other choice do I have now?”
“You can choose to trust me and in time, everything will fall back into their rightful places.”
Jaehyun scowls, hearing that. Just this morning, he’s been hoping for the same thing before he realized it was impossible. And just then, he received a call from his son and now the same kid is telling him his exact thoughts. “No s**t,” he mumbles.
“So tomorrow,” Chanhyun continues with newfound hope, clearly disregarding Jaehyun’s language once more “...you’re going to help me convince my daddy.”
