"Father, I don't feel too good."
There’s a plague, and Joonmyeon isn’t sure how to handle it.It isn’t just a normal one anyway, it’s an epidemic outrage where vampires ofdifferent kind are affected, not just because they are, but because of themedicine that was placed over a certain drink or food, or any kind—and he sureknow who to blame it to. He’s looking at the papers that his butler gave himearlier, pages of medicinal value in front of him, without knowing what to doabout it.
If he was like his late father, he would have gone throughthe lab back in England, but no, he wasn’t a doctor, he was never a doctor; he’sjust Joonmyeon, the history teacher-slash-king of the vampire race. But heneeded this, these kinds of mischief to get him by, with each and every thingthat is happening around him, he knows he could learn from this and it’s one ofthe few things that he’s looking forward to. “Yes, what is it?” He’s walkingaround his office, a pencil behind his ear, lips pursed, puckering to theslightest as he tries to review the complicated words of report that was handedto him, only to be greeted by the sound of a groaning, following after is thefamiliar sound of his son’s voice.
“Myungsoo?” He wouldn’t lie about it, both Joonmyeon andJoohyun doesn’t really look like parents; it’s a trait that most vampires havewhen they turn twenty five, they stop growing, they stop aging and to hisdisbelief, his height is just a matter of something that he should grow accustomedto. No, Joonmyeon, stop thinking about it—you won’t grow any further.
“What happened, exactly?” He places the papers back on thecoffee table, walking by the younger as he places a hand over his stomach, anarm wrapped around his shoulder to guide him by the couch, keeping his legs upto keep him from fainting. Whatever he ate or inhaled caused this to happen andhe couldn’t bear seeing his child grow weary about it. What pains him the mostis the fact that what if he, too, got the disease? “Did you eat something,anything? Where were you? You have to tell me every detail before I could tryand find a cure about this. Do you know that there’s a plague?’ and this iswhat might have happened to Zero, too. He thinks, but he has to think backabout that later because his son needs him and no one else could take care ofhim other than himself.
“Hand on in there, kid. I’ll take care of you.”
