Day – 2 cont.

“Soojin,” Joonmyun stated, smile suddenly frozen on his face. “What-uh…what-”

“Surprise!” she replied, obviously not noticing how awkwardly tense the atmosphere was. She held out her arms, and pulled the stiff Joonmyun into a hug. Then she looked behind him, and saw me.

I got over my shock and turned my lips up into a smile. “Um, hi.”

Soojin was pretty in an unreal way. She looked like one of those women you see on tv, all shimmery and fake. Her hair was long, bleached blond, and pin straight, and she was dressed in an expensive, skintight dress.

“Joonie, who’s this?” she asked, voice tinkering.

Joonie?

Joonmyun just stared at her, silent.

Kai stepped around Soojin, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the middle of the room. “This is hyung’s girlfriend,” he replied, smiling like a madman. I could tell that he was ecstatic at being able to be the one to wipe the smirk off Soojin’s face.

“Han Minjung,” I introduced, shaking her hand.

“Oh, well. Joonie, you didn’t tell me about this…” she trailed off, a forced smile fixed back on her face.

“Don’t call me that anymore,” Joonmyun finally replied, brushing past her.

“Did you - do I smell alcohol?” she asked, sniffing him as he went by.

“Yep,” Joonmyun shot back. He bent down to pick up his son from the floor and gave Hyunjun a little hug.

“Hi appa,” Hyunjun replied, reaching up to squish his father’s cheeks together. “You look happy.”

“Deh, Hyunnie, appa is not going to work this week. Appa is going to spend every day with you, okay?”

“Really?” Kai’s smile got even bigger. “You’re taking a week off?”

“Yep,” Joonmyun nodded, before turning back to his ex-wife. “What are you doing here?  I wasn’t expecting you for two more days.”

“My high school, on the other side of the city, is having a reunion tomorrow. I am attending that, so I won’t actually be back until the original date. I was passing by, so I thought I’d see my son.”

“You should have called first,” Joonmyun muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, you should have called first,” Joonmyun repeated, voice louder. “You don’t live here anymore, Soojin, and you can’t just waltz in whenever you want.”

For a minute, she looked affronted, like she was about to throw a hissy fit. Then, she seemed to realize that she was, indeed, the one at fault, and sighed, grabbing her coat from the