#nct dad

The sun is high, casting a golden hue over the park as the three of you enjoy a relaxing family day.

Haechan holds Nari's tiny hand while she skips along, her giggles filling the air. You're carrying a small picnic bag, watching your husband beam with pride every time Nari looks up at him with her big, sparkling eyes.

Haechan is the epitome of a doting father. He indulges her every whim—whether it’s an extra scoop of ice cream, piggyback rides, or her favorite pink balloon he bought earlier.

The day seems perfect. Nari plays on the swings while Haechan pushes her gently, her squeals of joy echoing as she soars higher. You're seated on a bench nearby, enjoying the sight of your two favorite people basking in their world. Haechan has always had a knack for making her laugh, and you adore the way he dotes on her. It warms your heart to see how much he loves being a father.

After a while, Nari darts off toward the sandbox. Haechan joins you on the bench, his arm draping around your shoulders. “She’s got so much energy,” he chuckles, his eyes never leaving her. “Where does she even store it all?”

“She gets it from you,” you tease, earning a playful nudge. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, content in each other’s company while watching Nari construct her masterpiece in the sand.

It happens in an instant.

One moment, Nari is sitting in the sandbox. The next, she’s on her feet, chasing after a stray balloon that has floated into the breeze. Your heart skips a beat as you realize the direction she’s heading—toward the busy street.

“Nari!” Haechan shouts, his voice cutting through the noise of the park.

Both of you leap up from the bench, running toward her. She’s so small and quick, and your heart pounds with terror as you see her just a few feet from the edge of the curb. A car whizzes by, oblivious to the little girl running toward danger.

Haechan reaches her just in time, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back. He kneels down, his face pale with fear. “Nari, what were you thinking?!” His voice is sharper than usual, his fear manifesting as anger. “You could’ve gotten hurt! You know better than to run off like that!”

Nari’s eyes widen, tears brimming as she stares at her father in shock. He’s never raised his voice at her like this before. Her little lips quiver, and she bursts into tears, turning away from him and running straight into your arms.

You crouch down, scooping her up as she buries her face in your shoulder. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s got you,” you soothe, rubbing her back. Her sobs are muffled against you, but she clings tightly, refusing to let go.

Haechan stands there, his expression a mixture of guilt and frustration. “Nari…” he starts, but she shakes her head furiously, tightening her grip on you.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you right now,” you say gently, giving him a sympathetic look. “Let her calm down first.”

The walk back to your picnic spot is quiet. Nari refuses to look at her dad, keeping her head nestled against your shoulder. Haechan follows a few steps behind, his hands shoved into his pockets and his face heavy with regret. He keeps glancing at Nari, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Once you’re seated on the blanket, Nari finally loosens her hold on you. Her little sniffles subside as you stroke her hair and hum softly.

Haechan crouches a few feet away, hesitant but determined. “Nari, Daddy’s sorry,” he says, his voice soft and pleading. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just so worried. I love you so much, and I got scared when I thought something bad might happen to you.”

Nari peeks at him from behind your arm, her eyes still watery. “You yelled at me,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Haechan nods, his gaze full of remorse. “I did, and I’m really sorry. I was wrong to yell. But do you know why I was so upset? Because you’re the most important thing in the world to me. I don’t want anything to happen to my little girl.”

There’s a long pause before Nari finally lets go of your arm and takes a small step toward him. “You scared me, Daddy.”

“I know, and I promise I’ll try not to do that again,” he says, opening his arms. “Can I have a hug?”

Nari hesitates for a moment, then rushes into his embrace. Haechan scoops her up, holding her close as she nestles against his chest. “I’m sorry, my angel” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Daddy loves you so much.”

You watch the scene unfold, your heart swelling with relief and love. Haechan looks at you over Nari’s shoulder, a soft smile on his face as if to say thank you for being the bridge between them.

The rest of the day is quieter but no less filled with love. Haechan is extra attentive, making sure Nari feels safe and happy. By the time you leave the park, she’s giggling again, perched on her dad’s shoulders as he pretends to be a galloping horse.

The house is quiet, save for the sound of Nari’s soft laughter echoing from her bedroom as Haechan reads her a bedtime story.

You’re in the hallway, tidying up some of her toys, but your ears stay tuned to the sound of his voice. He’s doing the silly voices again—the ones that never fail to make her giggle uncontrollably.

Eventually, the laughter dies down, and you know the story has come to an end. You peek toward the door, careful not to make a sound, and hear Haechan’s gentle voice.

“Nari,” he begins, his tone calm and soothing, “can we talk about what happened at the park today?”

There’s a pause, and then her small voice pipes up. “Are you still mad at me, Daddy?”

“No, love,” he says quickly. “I was never really mad at you. I was scared. So, so scared.” His voice wavers slightly, and you can hear the sincerity in it. “When I saw you running toward the street, I thought something bad might happen to you, and that made my heart hurt. I raised my voice because I didn’t know how else to tell you how serious it was.”

Another pause. “I’m sorry I ran away,” Nari says softly.

Haechan sighs gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart. But do you understand why it’s important to stay close to Mommy and Daddy when we’re outside?”

“Because cars are dangerous?” she guesses.

“That’s right,” he says, his tone full of encouragement. “Even if you see something fun, like a balloon, it’s really important to stop and tell Mommy or me first. We want to keep you safe, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers. “I won’t do it again.”

“I know you won’t, princess. You’re such a smart girl.” You hear the rustle of sheets, and you can imagine him tucking her in snugly. “And remember, no matter what, Mommy and I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.”

“I love you too, Daddy,” she replies, her voice sleepy now.

“Goodnight, my little angel,” Haechan says softly. There’s the faint sound of a kiss before the door creaks open slightly, and he steps out into the hallway, closing it gently behind him.

You’re standing there, leaning against the wall, and as soon as he turns, you wrap your arms around him tightly. He freezes for a moment, then relaxes into your embrace, his arms circling your waist.

“You’re the best dad, you know that?” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

Haechan chuckles softly, though his voice is tinged with humility. “I don’t know about that. I feel like I messed up earlier.”

“No, you didn’t,” you insist, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “You handled everything perfectly. You were scared, sure, but the way you talked to her just now? The way you explained everything so gently? That’s what makes you an amazing dad.”

His lips curve into a small, bashful smile, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I just want her to grow up knowing she’s loved and protected.”

“She does,” you say firmly, resting your head against his chest. “And so do I.”

All I wanted was to fall into his capable, powerful, arms again but I had to go against my heart. We weren’t good for each other, Fire versus ice. Complete and utter opposites, violent, polar opposites. Not just in personalities but in lifestyle.

While he walked on the edge, I stayed as close to the sidewalk as I could. Our arguments usually sparked from our differences. Almost always we ended up calling each other names and even once it got violent.

We took a step back from each other after that fight, but it was only a week afterwards that we reconciled; things never got better.

They got worse actually; I became pregnant.

We did not have the same point of view as first time parents. I wanted the baby and at the time he didn’t. He said a baby didn’t fit into his plans right now; I had a feeling it would never be a good time with the life he lived.

So I guess for lack of a better term you could say we broke up amicably. 

I would raise the baby on my own and he promised he would do what he could to keep us safe from a distance. He would never interfere. 

That was three years ago.

So why was he here on my doorstep now asking to see Yuki? Was he putting us in danger just by being here? Luckily Yuki had gone to daycare since I was on my way to work. All I needed was for her to ask me questions about the strange man asking to see her.

I stood there awkwardly regarding the man I had utterly adored for the entirety of my teenage years and into adulthood. His hair was long and somewhat shaggy but it was elegant the way he had it pushed behind his ears and in a half up ponytail. He was dressed somewhat casually with the way his black dress shirt was unbuttoned revealing his creamy, tanned skin. He looked so much more like a man since the last time I had seen him.

I frowned when I caught a glimpse of the tattoos that haunted our relationship since it began.

Yuta folded his arms when he realized what I was glaring at, his attempt to direct my attention elsewhere.

“Are we in danger?” I asked immediately, inching the door in my hand closed that much more.

He shook his head, his luscious thick hair following the movement, “No I just thought it was time to meet my daughter.”

This baffled me; not once did this man ever descend from his penthouse to check on her since I had her. The last time we saw each other was when he was signing her birth certificate at the hospital two days after she was born.

Which still made no sense to me if he had no desire to be in her life. 

“Why now?” I pressed with an arched eyebrow, “I mean you had the opportunity to meet her in the hospital. As I recall you refused.”

Yuta chuckled a humorless snort, “I declined not refused. We decided I’d get attached to the sight of you holding her, us being a family. I couldn’t risk putting you and her in danger with the problems I was facing at work. Now that the threat has been neutralized I would like to get to know our baby girl.”

He had me tongue tied. We did not decide anything. He made the choice to not be in our daughter’s life.

I thought he didn’t want Yuki because he wasn’t ready to be a father. Whenever we argued about the pregnancy he never said anything to the contrary. So this was all news to me, if he had been open and honest with me I imagine things would’ve been completely different. 

“She’s at daycare because I was on my way to work…”

“Work?” He scoffed, “Do I not send you enough money?”

I gaped at him; he must’ve wanted to get a rise out of me. While the money he sent was more than enough for Yuki and I.  However I knew exactly where that money came and I wasn’t comfortable using that stained allowance. 

My job as a teacher paid well enough for a single mother and her child. No one had to die for your paycheck to be signed.

“I like earning an honest living for me and my daughter—”

“Our.”

“What?”

“You said my and it should be ours, Yuki is our daughter. Since she’s our daughter she’s entitled to the earnings I make. Which is more than enough for the both of you. There’s no reason for you to be working.”

“Yuta,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead in exasperation, “Are we really going to have this argument again? On the front porch where all the neighbors can hear and see?” 

“Then let me in” he demanded, pressing a large palm on the door successfully bypassing me with just one shoulder against the door.

“Yuta,” I snapped, “You have no right to barge into my apartment like this! I haven’t seen or heard from you in three years!”

“You know that’s not true,” my estranged baby daddy hummed as he took in my small two bedroom apartment in disgust, “I may not have been right in front of you but I’ve always been around.”

He ran a finger along the table that held all of the pictures of Yuki and myself over the years, “Who’s that?”

He pointed at a particularly recent picture of my daughter and her daycare teacher. He was a handsome man around my age, Yuki adored him, she was always going on about him.

“He runs the daycare Yuki goes to.” 

I attempted to hide the roll of my eyes at Yuta’s inability to hide how he was feeling. Jealous of a man who I met in passing picking up my daughter. I could see the glint of anger in his eyes tinted green by his envy.

“What hair brained ideas are you kicking up in that head of yours?” I snapped unwilling to let his temper do anything more than simmer. He was ridiculous if he thought I had time to even look at another man. Raising a child alone is the equivalent of three full time jobs.

“There aren’t enough hours in the day to even occupy the thought of hooking up with another man, let alone Yuki’s damn teacher! He’s with her when I can’t be, our schedules don’t even line up.”

Yuta cocked his head to the side like he was deep in thought. He let out a hum from deep within his chest, “I haven’t accused you of anything baby, you're the one being defensive…Should I be worried about Yuki’s teacher?”

I rolled my eyes at his attempt at reverse psychology; I shrugged my bag over my shoulder when I noticed it began to slip, “The only thing you should be worried about is me letting you into my daughter’s life. Now please I can’t yell at my students for being late if I’m late too so if you would kindly follow me out…” 

I made a grand gesture of opening the door and pointing to the empty space outside of it.

The chuckle he let out sent shivers down my spine; truth be told it sent heat coiling down to my core. It might even be the cause of Yuki being conceived in the first place, his laugh, his smile, and his beautiful, large, eyes. 

I snapped out of my daze when he walked by me letting himself out, “We both know baby you’ll let me in.”

He put his sunglasses on and proceeded to walk to an expensive looking Cadillac Escalade that a large man had gotten out of to open the door for him. It was the same bodyguard from years ago, Either that man was loyal or Yuta didn’t like change. 

“Bastard,” I mumbled beneath my breath when the vehicle drove past my still frame. Who did he think he was to show up out of the blue and think he could interfere with the life I had made for Yuki and I?

Had he not even thought about how him showing up would make Yuki feel? She wouldn’t understand how this random stranger became her father. She was so sweet and innocent she would accept the situation for what it was and I couldn’t take it if he decided he didn’t want her again; her broken heart would make me hellbent on destroying his entire empire.

One dumb night of love fueled passion and I was stuck paying for it for the rest of my life and Yuki’s. It could have been anyone, a doctor, a lawyer, but, oh, no, no, no, I had to go for the gangster, the bad boy with beautiful eyes and sickly sweet promises of forever. 

Jaehyun and you went to the gynecologist to get advice on whether pregnancy would still be possible. You hadn't quite decided on it yet, but somehow the thought was nice to hear a few little feet running through the house again. You miss somehow to have little children around you. "Should we tell the kids that we're trying to make another baby?" Jaehyun looked at you seriously before turning off the engine. "Maybe we'll wait for the result." You sigh and look at him. You are a little shy about telling your children. How would they react? "I love you." Jaehyun took your hand and gently looked at you. "I love you too." There was a short kiss and then you get out of the car. Jaehyun took the food you bought and you go inside. Kiwoo and Geon were sitting at the dining table doing their homework and opposite them Miga was doing something on her phone. "Hey, we're home. And we have food," Jaehyun called into the room and Miga jumped up immediately. "Daddy, you are the best." She hugged her father and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey, I bought the food too." You cross your arms and look at your daughter sadly. It will never change that she always remains Jaehyun's little princess. "You're great too, Mom." She smiled and then helped her father unpack the food. "Where's Sunoh?" You look at the table and see only how Geon and Kiwoo pack their school supplies back in their backpack. "He's studying in his room. He's not in a good mood today." Miga shrugged and got some plates. You look briefly at Jaehyun. Since yesterday and since Chichi's performance, he has been very weird and even more secretive than usual. "I'll quickly bring him his food." You take one of the boxes and go up the stairs.

"Hey Sunoh, is everything okay? Your father and I brought you something to eat." You go carefully into his room, put the plate down on his desk and see him doing his homework. "Miga and the twins are just annoying." He sighed, but continued to focus on his textbooks. You nod, but still keep walking towards him. "Does it have anything to do with yesterday? We haven't talked about why you just ran away from Chichi's performance." Your voice was very gentle and you hope that he trusted you. "I just had something to do." He rolled his eyes and continued playing with his pen. Apparently, he doesn't dare to trust you in the topic of love. "Ok. But if there is something, you can always come to me okay?" You look at your oldest boy again with concern. He ignored your statement and just kept going. You then decide to hug him and kiss his head. "I love you." Sometimes you miss your little boy who stuck to you. "I love you too, Mum." And surprisingly, he was also hugging you. That calmed you down and you leave the room a little less worried. However, when you go back down, you can already hear Jaehyun discussing with the twins. "Please Dad!" Geon stood in front of Jaehyun with his brother and apparently it was about where they would eat. "No! You have to eat here with us." Jaehyun was strict and put their plates on the table. "But Sunoh can eat upstairs too!" Kiwoo crossed his arms and pouted. "Sunoh has to learn, and when he eats in his room, he doesn't throw around with the food." Once you brought snacks up to the two and the twins decided to throw food at each other. Since then, they have only been allowed to eat with you. "That's unfair!" Said Geon, but it didn't help. They had to stay with you. "Yes, I know. My life is also unfair. Now sit down." Jaehyun rolled his eyes and sat next to Miga. You also come to them and sit down at the table. "Everything okay with Sunoh?" Asked Jaehyun and you shrug your shoulders. "I think. But something is going on in his head." You sigh and poke around with the chopsticks in your food. "Sunoh is in love!" Kiwoo giggled and grinned broadly. Miga looked at her brother warningly, but it didn't help. "Oh? Who is the happy person?" You look at your two sons and they grinned cheekily at Miga. "Kiwoo," she hissed warningly. She knew Sunoh didn't want you to know his secret. "In Chichi", Geon now reveals and Miga desperately hung her head. "I really can't told anything you two," she sighed and looked at the twins, shaking her head. "In Chichi? But why did he run away then?" You already suspected that he likes her. Why else had he bought flowers? "Because he saw Chichi hugging another boy. But she was just friendly. I mean, you know Chichi, the girl wouldn't say no to anyone. But the thing is that Chichi is also in love with Sunoh." Miga was now trying to clarify the whole situation, since the twins had already told most of it. "Chichi is in love with Sunoh too?" Jaehyun looked at his daughter in surprise and she nodded.

Just before going to sleep, you check a few more emails when Jaehyun came to bed after a fresh shower. He was just putting on his Calvins when you shut the laptop and look at him. "I'm worried about Sunoh." All the information you got today was not going out of your head. "He's in love. He'll get over it." He put the blanket aside to lie to you. "No, I don't mean that. He's like you." You sigh and look worriedly at your husband. "Should I feel attacked now?" Jaehyun frowned and you immediately try to alleviate the situation. "I mean, he's out of control of his feelings. Like you used to be. He seems to be just as jealous and isn’t be able to control his feelings." You sigh and lie down so that you could look at Jaehyun directly. "You hated that, right?" He looked into your eyes and you nod. "I still hate it. It crushes me." You brush gently across his chest and briefly thought about the difficult times of your relationship. "But what should we do?" He asked then and you think about it. "Maybe pick him up after school tomorrow and do something together. You could tell him how hard your jealousy made it sometimes for us." Jaehyun nodded and hugged you.

Miga had another shoot the next day. Since she had been shooting with Jaemin again, she was totally excited and always looking forward to her work. "Hey, can I sit down to you?" Miga smiled softly and looked at Jaemin, who was just reading his script. "Oh, hi Miga! Yes of course." He also smiled and Miga sat opposite him. "I'm sorry. Do I bother you?" She wanted to bother him, she really wanted to spend more time with him. "No, absolutely not. I'm just going through the text again." He closed the book and sighed. Since his breakup, he has tried to distract himself from thinking too much. "What did you do last weekend?" Miga tried to look at him intensely with her dark eyes. She had heard many times that her look was magical and maybe it would work on Jaemin too. "It wasn't that special. My ex-girlfriend just picked up her last things from my apartment. So you can imagine how it was." He sighed and Miga looked at him worriedly. "Do you miss her?" Miga never liked his ex-girlfriend. She was a former model who always craved for attention and never got around to Jaemin's success. "No, she hurt me too much for that." He lowered his head and took a deep breath. "Everyone warned me about her. But I didn't want to hear. I just want someone to start a family with. I want something like your parents." He looked up again and saw Miga's warm look. She smiled gently and put her hand on his. "You will surely find someone you deserve soon." Jaemin had to admit that Miga had an incredibly smooth and calm aura that brought him to rest. "Thank you Miga. I really appreciate your words." He smiled and at that moment one from the set came to the two. "Jaemin, you have to get into the mask now." He nodded and then got up and Miga watched him enthusiastically.

After the shoot, Migas manager drove her to SM because she had to sign a few new contracts. She became the testimonial of a Korean cosmetics brand, one that her father promoted too. So she signed her new advertising contract and then decided to stop by her father. Jaehyun was still a solo artist from time to time, but above all he also trained future idols. She knew he would be in the training, but when she came into the room, she saw only a few boys who were looking at her with wide eyes. "Hey, did you see my Dad?" She smiled carefully and the boys looked uncertainly at her. "He's just getting something quickly. He should be there right away." One of the boys stepped forward cautiously and spoke to her uncertainly. "Do you mind if I wait here?" She smiled and all the boys shook their heads at the same time. "No, absolutely not," said the one boy who had spoken to her before. "Ok, good." She smiled and sat on the floor. It was briefly quiet and the boys stared at the girl. Miga looked at them in confusion and didn't quite understand the situation. "Sorry. We're big fans of you. We love your dramas." The boy slides a little further forward. If they become a boy group, he will be definitely the leader, Miga thought. "Oh thank you so much. It's nice to hear." She smiled and blushed slightly. "I'm Hyunjin, by the way." He introduced himself politely, but before Miga could say anything the door opened and he quickly slid back. Jaehyun and Taeyong came into the room and their eyes were stern, she actually didn't know them this way. "Daddy!" She got up and fell into her father's arms. His eyes softened as he held his only daughter in his hand. "Hey princess. What are you doing here?" "I thought maybe we could have lunch? Hi, Uncle Taeyong, by the way." She now fell into Taeyong's arm, who also received her joyfully. "Hello Miga. Is everything going well?" She nodded and then went back to her father. "Didn't you eat anything on the set?" He looked worriedly at his daughter because he knew that the pressure on the appearance was huge and he was always afraid that she was eating too little. "The food doesn't taste good there." She pouted and looked up at her father with wide eyes. Jaehyun sighed because he had to keep training the boys. But then Taeyong patted him on the shoulder. "I can go on alone for an hour. Go eat something with Miga." He smiled and Jaehyun nodded. "Thanks Uncle!" Miga giggled and Jaehyun pushed her out of the room, since he already noticed that she was also distracting the boys.

"I'm just taking a salad." Miga grinned but Jaehyun shook his head. "No, she takes the sandwich." He pointed to the menu and the waitress nodded. "If you eat with me, then you have to eat properly." Jaehyun looked at her seriously and Miga just nodded. "How long do you have to be in the company today?", Miga asked her father while sipping her drink. "Until Sunoh's finished school. I'll have dinner with him then." "Is that why you don't eat anything with me?" Miga looked sad and pouted. "Don't look like that, my princess." He laughed and Miga started to giggle too. "Is everything okay with Mum?" Miga asked then suddenly, but Jaehyun looked at her in surprise. "Yes, of course. How do you came up with this idea?" "Well, Sunoh said yesterday that you were both at the doctor and I heard Mum say something that she was waiting for results." Her dark eyes met her father's, which were still so identical. Jaehyun sighed, he didn't want to hide anything from his daughter, but you didn't really want that the kids know your plans. "Daddy! What's up?" Slowly she was a little worried. "It's nothing bad. When I tell you this, you know nothing. You can't tell anyone, neither Sunoh nor the twins, and if your mother tells you you have to act in surprise, okay?" Jaehyun looked seriously at his daughter. Miga's eyes widened because she had rarely seen him so serious. "Okay, I promise." Jaehyun then took a deep breath and begins to tell. "Your mother and I are considering having another child. We went to the gynecologist yesterday for advice, and your mother did a hormone status as to whether she can still get pregnant." He took a deep breath and Miga didn't know how to react. In the meantime the waitress came and brought her the food. "Do you really want that?" Miga still couldn't believe it, she hadn't expected that. Jaehyun shrugged. "To be honest, I want it. Your mother is still unsure." "That's why she hasn't talked to us yet?" Jaehyun nodded. "I mean, it would be sweet to have a cute little sibling again." "Do you like the idea?" "Yes, I mean, unfortunately, Kiwoo and Geon are no longer cute and think about new pranks every day. This morning they hide my script in the fridge. A little brother or sister would be super cute." Miga smiled and slowly she became friendly with the thought. Jaehyun breathed a sigh of relief because it mattered how Miga thought about it.

When Jaehyun had lunch with Sunoh, it was quiet for a long time. Sunoh barely answered questions and Jaehyun struggled very hard that his son opens up. But Sunoh was so absent and barely spoke. Jaehyun now understood why you were worried. "Can I take an order for you and your brother?" Asked the waitress and she giggled. "He's my dad," Sunoh hissed angrily and the waitress was totally unsettled. Jaehyun ordered another drink and the waitress disappeared. "You shouldn't have been so mean." Jaehyun crossed his arms and looked earnestly at his son. "It's always the same. Is that your doppelganger? Is this your brother? You look identical ..." Sunoh rolled his eyes. "You don't want to be like me? But you act like me! What about Chichi? You saw her with a guy and you run away without talking to her?" "How do you know?" Sunoh looked at his father in surprise. "It is not important now." Jaehyun was strict, but by then the boy knew where his father got the info from. "Miga!" He hissed angrily. It could only have been her. As much as he loved his big sister, she had a too good relationship with her father and mostly could never keep her mouth shut. "Do you know how many times I've done the same? Do you know how many times I've hurt your mother with it? Back when I met your mother, I wasn't her only candidate. Doyoung loved her too." "Is that why we are never invited to Uncle Doyoung but the others are?" Sunoh's eyes widened and he slowly understood what was happening. "Yeah exactly. Just before I married your mother he tried to make a hit on her and that made me crazy. I got angry only when she talked to him. After Miga was born he stayed away from us. But when you were born, I wasn’t home very often and your mother was offended because of it. Doyoung was always a friend for her and she got in touch with him again and I went nuts, I hurt your mother ... I’ll never forgive myself and this was unfortunately not the only case. " Jaehyun stopped and took a deep breath. It wasn't easy for him to be so honest. After all, he would like to leave that in the past. "I never listened to your mother, I was immediately jealous and I often made life difficult for her. And I just see that you have exactly my temper, but I want you not to be like that. You like Chichi? Then treat her good." Jaehyun looked up at his son and for the first time he looked more relaxed. He looked up at his father with wide eyes and tried to process the information. "But what do I do now? She thinks badly of me now." Sunoh's eyes grew sad and he lowered his eyes. Jaehyun was surprised that he asked him for advice. "There's a record shop around the corner. She also likes listening to LP's like you, or? What if you might buy her something there?" Jaehyun smiled and Sunoh thought for a moment. Then he nodded and smiled. Jaehyun was glad that he accepted the idea and had felt connected to him for a long time.

After Jaehyun paid the bill, the two went to a vintage record store. Music was something that connected Sunoh and him and he knew he would like it there. "Everything okay?" You write to Jaehyun to know how everything went. "Everything's perfect," he replied, looking at his son. Sunoh was going through the LPs and was concentrated. Jaehyun has to smile because it reminded him of how he had discovered the love for LPs in the past. The time passed and Sunoh had already found a stack of various LPs. "Did you find something for Chichi too?" Jaehyun laughed because he knew his son's taste in music. But Sunoh nodded and pulled out an LP from the bottom. "Junko Ohashi. It's an old Japanese pop singer from the 80s. Chichi always heard this with her grandmother when she was in Osaka. But she doesn't have an LP from her." Sunoh looked proudly at his father, who patted him on the shoulder proudly. "It really is a great gift because you thought of something." The two then went to the cash register and Sunoh started with his records. The seller went through everything, but at Chichi's record he had to look at the PC. "This is a collector's item. The LP is much more expensive than the others. It costs KRW 300,000." Sunoh had to swallow. That was probably all that was on his bank account. "Okay, I'll just buy this record." Sunoh decided to buy the LP for Chichi and to give away his. Jaehyun looked at his son and thought it was a big gesture. And when Sunoh was about to put the LPs back, he picked them up. "Hey, what if I buy them? You are really good at school lately and you are practicing a lot. Your mother and I have been thinking about rewarding you anyway for a while." Jaehyun smiled softly and Sunoh looked up at his father in surprise. "Thanks Dad," he said, smiling.

[Chichi]: When are you coming back to Seoul? [Jaina]: In three days. Today is Grandpa's funeral. [Chichi]: How are you? [Jaina]: It's okay. But Dad is totally sad. The last time I saw him so sad was when Mum left him. [Chichi]: Oh no, I’m so sorry. Greet your other siblings from me. [Jaina]: I will. And don't worry too much about Sunoh. [Chichi]: I try...

Chichi had been sick from school for the past two days because her little heart was so broken. She was afraid of Sunoh's reaction to her and was also afraid that he would ignore her. But she couldn't avoid him forever. That morning she didn't have the same schedule as him, so she didn't see him all day. But when she was alone again at lunch, she became nervous. It made her sad that everyone already knew each other and she was just too shy to make friends with other students. So she poked around in her food alone, hoping that the day would end as soon as possible. But suddenly she saw a large figure in front of her. "Here." Sunoh handed her a bag and sat next to her without a word. Chichi looked at him briefly in surprise and then opened the bag. She pulled out the LP and couldn't believe what a gift Sunoh had given her. He had noticed how much this music meant to her and reminded her of her family in Osaka. "Thank you," she said softly and shyly. A brief smile slipped across Sunoh's lips.

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