Han Yeseul POV

 

I stand behind Yongguk while he trying to unlock the front door. His eyes were red and swollen from the cried last night and this morning. I heard he sighed under his breath as the door burst open.  I walk close to Yongguk’s back, repositioning Yeajun in my arms.

Our house is empty. Every times I stepped in either abeoji or omma will welcome me home. The tears urge to fall again.

Yongguk flung himself onto the couch. He closes his eyes and frown appears. I put sleeping Yeajun beside him. “Do you want to eat anything?” He replies me with a small shake before stand up. Yongguk grab his motorcycle keys and walk to the door. “Where are you going?”

“Anywhere.”

What anywhere? He can’t leave me like this. I catch his muscular arm and he look back to me with those narrow red eyes. “We just came back from the funeral. Please.”

He throws me a small sad chuckle before stagger to his way. I tighten my grasp around his wrist. “Stay home with me and Yeajun. I know you have nothing to do with me but please at least stay here for your brother Yeajun.”

Yongguk flinch and walk out. “Don’t wait for me.”

“Yongguk!” I run after him but he ignores me to the end. I heavily sigh as I saw his motorcycle drove off from our house compound. He is unstoppable. He won’t listen to anyone. That’s what abeoji said. I walk back inside and lock the door behind me.

I sit down on the floor and rested my arms on the couch facing to Yeajun. His face was a peace. I gently his soft hair. “I don’t know what should I do with you. I don’t know Yeajun.” Tears roll down onto my cheeks. I’ve been crying since yesterday, although I felt like my tears already dried but it still falling down. In the long run, I fall asleep crying like last time when my parents announce they’re going to divorce.

 

 

Bang Yongguk POV

 

I aimlessly ride my motorcycle in the city. I lost my mind. How could abeoji leave me alone? What am I going to do now?

“Men don’t cry Yongguk. You had enough.” I twist the gear and speeding on the smooth highway.

 

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I press the house bell and wait patiently on the doorstep. Naeun unlock the door and she appears behind the door. She’s still wearing the black dress from earlier. As I saw her, my grasp right away slacken and the helmet fall into the ground as I hug her tightly.

Naeun was taken a back with my sudden act. I in total forget that I am at her parent’s house. “Y-yongguk.” My head drop onto her shoulder and soaking the cloth with my tears. I felt her tiny hand soothed my back. “You will be alright.” Naeun’s eyes forming a pool of tear but she holding it on, don’t want me to see her crying and making me feel worst. I may look tough all outside, but I’m softhearted and easily feel pity for people. That’s my weakness and only Naeun knew it.

“Come inside.” She broke the hug and cupped my face on her small palms, a bitter sweet smile pasted on her cherry lips. By looking at her face, it give me a slightly happiness. She’s like a magic to me. My Naeun so perfect and nothing can trade with her. “Do you want to drink?”

I reach her wrist as she walking away from me. She looks down to me over her shoulder and giving me a questionable look.

“Don’t go.” My voice sounds rougher than always, maybe because I cried too much. Naeun nod, she sat down on the empty space beside me. She takes my hand and squeezing it into hers. A weak smile curving on my lips as I gazing into her eyes.

We lost the track of time, I realize it is already late when Naeun’s mom said that they have one room unoccupied. I completely forgot about Yeseul and Yaejun at house alone. “I have to go. Good night.” I bowing to her parents and take my helmet and keys lying on the coffee table.

“You should sleep here tonight.” Naeun utter, follow closely behind me to their front door.

“I can’t Naeun.”

“Sleep here, please.” She clasped her hands and puppy-eyeing to me. I chuckle.

“Next time okay.”

“Are you sure that you’re gonna be alright?”

“Hmm.” I nod as my hands moving swiftly tying the shoe laces. “Good night.”

“Good night Yongguk. Be careful okay.”

 

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I stand in front of our house, all the light already switched off. Lucky me I brought house keys earlier. That ugly Yeseul inside won’t open the door for me, I know her. I unlocking the door and slip off my feet from my snickers. I went to the kitchen to drink something to relieve the thirstiness. I take out a carton of cold milk from the refrigerator and pour it into a glass.

Someone shoved me from behind, making me spurt all the drink. “Where have you been hah?” Yeseul spoke out. Both of her hands locked on her slim waist as she looking up to me with those sleepy and piercing eyes.

“What the ? You making me choke the milk, fool!” I wipe the spill milk on my lips. This girl is ing retard. Nobody should smack someone’s back while he’s drinking. And in the dark.

“What a faint heart you have. Where have you been? I called Himchan and he said he’s not with you.”

“Why you care? I’m not your brother or what. Plus our parents already dead, so why do you care about me so much?”

“Yongguk.” Her forehead forming thin visible lines and her sight droop.

*!!! I shouldn’t say that. Ahh! My mouth, aish.* I’m mentally slapping myself. I clear my throat and retort to her unanswered question. “Just somewhere.” I heavily sigh.

Yeseul nod twice. “Tomorrow don’t go to your ‘just somewhere’ okay. Stay at home. The social worker will come by. We’re going to discuss about Yaejun custody.”

“Whatever.” I simply reply to her which gaining a disgusting chuckle from her. *Why would I do so? He’s not my son.*

“Stay at home!”

“I don’t want to. Your ugly face makes my eyes sore.”

“Whatever you said, I’ll make sure you, Bang Yongguk, will stuck at home with me, Yaejun and the y social worker. I’m going back to bed.” She’s walking toward the staircases while waving her hand reluctantly. Yeseul stopped at the flight of stairs and spun around toward my handsome face. “Wipe your spit back, understand.”

A chuckle escaped from my mouth. “What now? She’s going to act like the evil and bossy stepmom huh?”

The night continued on, I played games alone in my room after a few hours lying on the bed thinking about my parents. What a sad life I had. Having thoughts about them just making me sadder than ever. So I decided to shake it off and play games until morning came.

 

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I remembered I went to sleep around 5am last night when I woke up in the afternoon. I left the PS3 opened. * I am. Who’s going to pay the bills, moron. You should switch it off.* I thought as I click off the plug before went downstairs. I sniffed something nice and my appetite tempted.

Yeseul heard footsteps and she turn around, founding me walking toward her. “Well good afternoon Mr. Bang Yongguk.”

I lazily wave at her and sit down, I place my face on the cold table surface. “I’ll bet your cooking will taste like a crap.”

“Am I asking you to eat my cooking? No right. So keep your mouth shut and go away.”

“You go away! This is my dad’s house.”

“Whatever Yongguk. The social worker called me just now, she will be here soon.”

“I don’t give a damn about it.” I stood up from my seat and make my way back to my room.

“Behave well Yongguk!” She’s shouting loudly in irritation with my attitude.

After done showering I run downstairs again. I saw lunch already layered on the dining table. But Yeseul is nowhere to be found neither in the kitchen nor the living hall.

I shove the food into the empty plate placed in front of me and start stuffing it into my mouth quickly before she walk in. “Not bad.” I said.

Yeseul hit my head from behind. *Arghhh why is she always appearing behind my back?* Again I almost choking the food inside my mouth.

“I caught you bastard.” She’s whispering into my left ear. I push her away and eat the very last full spoon.

“Bye!” I quickly get off from the seat, place the plate into the sink and run out.

“Where are you going?!”

“Anywhere I wanted to.” I close the door behind and walk to my parked motorcycle. *Who cares about the custody? We’re still children. Children cannot raise children, got it?*

I search my hands inside my pocket. “.” I stomp back inside and saw Yeseul playing with Yaejun in the living hall. She glances at me while I run to my room.

“Where the hell I put my wallet and keys?” I dive onto the messy bed, throwing everything off it but still no wallet and keys to be found. I continue searching under my bed. I found something, it was last week pizza leftover not my keys or wallet. “Must be that Jongup fat- throwing it here under my bed.” I complain and take it out from there.

After 10 minutes, I came out from my room with empty hands and keep searching downstairs. *. I never misplace my things.*

Still nowhere to be found. “Hey Yeseul, do you see my wallet and keys?”

“No.” She bluntly retort without looking at me.

“Where is the I put at?!” I snarl angrily, cursing some more random words and kick the couch. Yeseul jump in surprise and give me a glare. “What?!”

“Don’t use that kind of language in front of Yaejun. Understand?” Yeseul stop for a second and inhale. “Quit searching. You will never found it.” She state as she poking Yaejun’s stomach.

“And why is that?”

“Because i-“ Her words left hung because the house bell rang. “Ah, I guess the social worker is here.” She smiles to me brightly while walking to the door to check who the person is. “She’s here. Behave well. If you do as I said, I will give back your keys and wallet.”

I know it! My animal instinct said that Yeseul hide it. I’m right. My hands balled into fist, squeezing it with all my strength with anger until it turned white as paper.

“Come in.” Yeseul invite in the woman in white blouse matching with her black knee pencil skirt. I just smile bitterly to her when she laid her slanted eyes on me. Her cheeks bone are highly stood and her red pouty lips highlighting her face. She doesn’t look like a nice social worker. She just looks like devil that going to mistreat children. I dislike her since the first time I saw her.

“Hmm, a very big house you live in. So how are you both going to pay all the bills and stuff?” She’s boldly asking as she sank into our soft couch. Just like I expected, asking such question without even bother to introduce herself.

“Abeoji leave us with tons of his money.” I fiercely retort and plop beside Yeseul in slightly rude manner.  Yeseul elbowing me and give her an awkward tense smile.

“Just let me answer.” She whispers softly to me. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No thanks. I won’t be here too long. So, how old is Yaejun again?”

“9 months.”

“Okay. How old both are you are?”

“We’re 19.”

“Ah~ You guys are legal.”

I butted in, “Legal for what?”

“Raising kids, obviously.” She said as she jot down something in her notebook. I chuckle over her reply and she look up to me.

“I’m raising a baby? Hell yeah! What a life.”

“Yongguk, mind your language.” Yeseul softly pinch my forearm. “We already talk about this.”

“When?”

“Last night.” Yeseul narrowing her eyes.

“We did?” I don’t remember anything about this. I remember me arrive at home, drink milk and she appear in the dark kitchen and make me choked the milk.

“Yes. WE DID.” She emphasizing.

“Are you confident about raising Yaejun, while you guys still in school?” The woman cut me before I could ask more questions to Yeseul.

“I’m positive.” Yeseul confidently beam.

*W-what?!!! Negative!*

“Can you tell me what your plan is?”

“We’re planned to hire a nanny or sent Yaejun to nursery while me and Yongguk at school. We’ll take turn to take care of him for the remains day.”

“I see. Do you understand what will this cost? You may lose your teenage hood, unable to go anywhere you like freely. This is a big responsibility.”

“Yes ma’am.” She nods.

*What the is wrong with Yeseul?! Doesn’t she hear what the woman said?! Is she nuts?!*

“And Yaejun, will you give him proper education and fulfill his needs?”

“I believe we will give him our best.”

I sigh heavily as I glare at Yeseul. *Is she serious about this? She should have second thoughts before answering those questions. Yeseul is real madness.*

Yeseul knowledged I’m looking toward her and she turn to me, smiling. In the middle of the conversation, Yaejun give a tingle irritably and stop us.

“Can you go feed him?” Yeseul ask.

“Me?” I’m cynically chuckle to her. But I felt nervous at the same time. What if she really mean it?

“Yes.” She narrowing her eyes and handed Yaejun to me. “Just read the instruction on the back side of his milk can.” She whispers softly again, scared the social worker knows the truth about us. WE CAN NEVER BE PARENTS. Unwillingly I took him away and bring him upstairs to his room.

“Aish. I don’t even know how make your food.” I faking sob as I put down Yaejun into his crib. I head to the small table beside the crib and checking out all the stuff on it. I grab the milk can and start reading the instruction as Yeseul asked to. “What the is this ?” I softly mumbling because Yeseul already warned me that I can’t never use any cursing words when Yaejun around. I look down to him inside his small wooden crib. Yaejun was blankly staring at me.

“Whaaat? You think I can’t make your milk? Kya, this is Bang Yongguk. Everything is possible to me.” I’m proudly stated to the baby. Don’t care if he understands it or not.

After a few minutes, I’d done feeding Yaejun and went downstairs again along with him in my strong arm. “Aish! Stop eating my face.” I snarl, Yaejun’s drool plastering on my left sided face as I pull him away.

Yeseul and the red lips woman were talking at the doorstep. She’s leaving I think. I’m approaching them and pass Yaejun to Yeseul. “Well good luck to both of you. I’ll come back next week to check on you guys. I’ll be watching.” The social worker said.

*AGAIN?! Ugh! I don’t like to deal with strangers truthfully.*

“Yes. See you till then. Thank you.” Yeseul slightly bow to her and sent her away with a small wave. After her car drove away, Yeseul close the front door and exhale in relief. She put Yeajun down on the couch and stretching her arms out.

“Why that woman came but not bringing that thing along with her?” I point to the baby.

“What is wrong with you? Yaejun is our blood brother!” She barking back straight to my face.

“If I have to take care of him, my life then! Do you think this is just some kind of game? How would we raise him when we’re just high school seniors? We are suppostly to focus on our study and have fun.” I explain to her, hoping she understand and think twice about it. I am not going to give up teenage years for this.

Yeseul harshly grab my collar and surprise me with her fierce action. “Listen here carefully Bang Yongguk. We only have two choices. Either we raising him or they will sent him to the orphanage. Try to put yourself in his shoe, growing up in orphanage, do you think he will be happy? He lost his both parents at that such young age and now we’re sending him away? Think about it. You have no parents, your brother and sister put you into the orphanage where for real they actually can support you. Sad isn’t it?”

I’m stunned with her feedback. Yeseul’s eyes were glistering with tears, still eye locking with me. She slowly releases her grab and step back. “I’m sorry.” She walk away heading to Yaejun. She smiles to him and lift him up in her embrace. “Let’s have a nap okay Yeajun.” She's gently patting on his back as they climb the stairs.

 

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Updated guys. Long chapter right?

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