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“Ommaaaaaaaa~ Where are you...?!” A little boy who is among three years old cries out for his mother to embrace him, as his sight catches the sudden darkness in the house.

“Omo! Joongie… don’t cry baby… I’m here. It is just sudden blackout baby…” The soft tone of his beautiful mother is able to cease his sobbing a little, as he feels safe upon hearing that soothing voice.

Kim Han Neul, with stumbling steps, tries to reach his son who was concentrated in playing with his toy on their fluffy white carpet a moment ago before the blackout happens due to the crazy storm outside. Thunders that are rumbling in rampage seem to reveal a bad presage.

“Baby, can you tell me where you are? Eomma can’t see you…” She asks with a calm tone, even though she is also afraid since there has been no one beside her precious son and her in that huge mansion. Her husband, Mr. Kim, has to attend an important meeting with some international clients, while her two maids have already headed back to their own home since the past evening.

*sobs*sobs* “Here eomma… I’m here…” Hardly holding his sobbing, the little boy voices out as he wants his mother to hear him. His little hands wave frantically, hoping his mother will be able to see him even though it is hard to be seen in the dark.

With the light emits from the outside, Haneul is able to reach her little son.

“Okay baby. Here, I got you… Stop sobbing, neh? My Joongie is not cute anymore if he keeps crying.” She quickly enfolds the little boy in her arms with the feeling of love that makes her little boy calm instantly. She even thinks that if she has been put into one circumstance that needed her to leave the little boy, she will never leave her precious son, unless, it needs her to sacrifice her own life.

“Omma…where is appa?” The little boy asks her mother.

“Appa hasn’t back yet, baby. But he will be, soon…” Han Neul answers, without feeling tired to coo the little boy.

“Omma...the thunder is angry…hug me…hug me tightly...” The little boy whimpers as he asks for his mother’s warm embrace to tighten around him, wanting to feel saver in his mother's arms.

“Shhh…omma is here, so it’s okay baby…”

“Omma…sing… sing…” The boy whines again and again, asking his mother to sing in order to wash out his fear.

“Okay baby…I will sing you a song, but promise me to stop crying nae?”

With a melodious voice, Han Neul sings a sweet song while tightening her embrace around her precious son’s small limb.

Don’t Cry My Love…

When the tears that blind my eyes fall,

I can see you clearly,

My love, don't cry...

I don't know if I should take you away with me.

You still hold on to so many memories…

Suddenly a smell of burnt brings a worry look on Ha Neul’s face. She becomes panic as her eyes catch the sight of fire flames have already their kitchen curtains. Waking up from her panic state, she tries to budge her legs to escape with arms still hold her son tightly against her. The little boy starts to cry louder and louder as his eyes also catch the same sight of fire that seems to be fiercer and turns into bigger flame. It is impossible to hinder the big flame as it already catches the kitchen wallpaper and almost all cabinets within a second.

“Omma...! Omma...!” The little boy shakes her mother’s arm, tears drop down uncontrollably from his doe-like eyes to his small-rounded cheeks.

Still holding her son; Han Neul coerces her legs to move to the entrance. She starts to feel suffocated by the valiant smokes. But she turns back to step towards the staircase that is also already eaten by the fire; she just wants to snatch the house key. Succeeding to grab the chain of metal keys, that is when she notices a frame of her wedding picture; the only precious thing that she has kept since long as it is the present from her late father. She snaps off with the thought to snatch the wedding frame, but then felling heave to do so as her son is still in her arms. Even she has to put her own life in danger; she will never drag her son together.

“Joongie, baby, listen to omma carefully…just take this key and run to unlock the door and get out from here quickly. Okay, baby?” Even invaded by panic and nervousness, she coerces her voice as calm as she can to make the little boy not afraid.

“NO!!! Omma~ come along…*sobs*sobs* with me…” The little boy screams while starting to cough as the smokes are already spreading into the whole room. His face is also reddened.

“Baby, omma needs to take some of appa’s stuff… just get out from here first. Omma will head out later. Hurry!” Han Neul puts down the little boy so that his feet are able reach the floor and ushers him to direct his legs to the entrance and get out from their big mansion.

“Omma promise to Joongieeeee...!” The little boy cries out loudly with his eyes in tears.

“Okay baby…Omma promises you…” she is able to feign a smile as her eyes are also suffused by tears, unknown to the both, that is the last smile she shows to her precious son.

The little boy steps out in hurry once he feels sure that his mother will keep the promise. He feels suffocated while he keeps running as fast he can to the outside spacious yard, as long as he can avoid the feel of overheated burning. Then a sudden bursting sound echoes, breaking the hush of that cold night.

*BOOMMM!!!*

The sound comes from the inside of the huge mansion. The little boy’s step stops abruptly. He is petrified in his spot, shocked by the sound of the sudden explosion.

The hardness tick of rain in that midnight starts to pour harshly on the little boy who is still in his startled state. He cries out once his eyes catch the cold limb of a corpse that is indeed his mother.

There’s no more tear to squeeze out from his soul once he knows who that cold body belongs to. He runs to his mother’s limb.

“OMMA..!” With his little hands, he shakes the limb that is already stiff and has stopped breathing...

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[ 20 years later…]

A man with semi tanned skin in smart black suit that fitted his taller body perfectly frowns a little at an excessive sunlight in that middle of morning. His gorgeousness just makes some of the young girls and woman on the street whom pass by almost drop their jaws. He is the definition of the masculinity, perfect look.

He sways his step faster to reach his luxurious BMW M3 car. The most important thing that he calculates in his mind at that moment is to hurry to his office before his meeting to deal with his client starts. He only has fifteen minutes left to be on the sharp time, if not his father will let out a nonstop outburst at him. He feels enough for once to get an experience to set his ears to listen to his father’s fatigue lecture on him for almost half of day when he failed to make their client sign a contract that worth billions of profit. Even if he is working under his father, as a single heir, his father always gives him a serious training.

As his hand just wants to unlock his car, his eyes catch a small man in a pink shirt and black pant is running over a cute kitten that seems to unexpectedly flee from his arms. The kitten runs to the middle of the hectic road. At that moment, the man notices a silver car, in its full speed after a green light turns on, is moving directly toward the small man who has just caught back the cute kitten.

Unadvisedly, with a lighten speed, he runs toward the small man and wraps his arms around the other limb before he throws himself with the other in his arms toward the other site of the road. Soon, a screeching sound of tires from the silver car is heard, as it makes an emergency break.

“Yah, have you lost your mind?! Where do you put your mind on?!!” unable to control his temper, the man just snarls to the small man out of annoyance. The other man bewilders a moment, still in an extremely shock, but at the same time trying to catch his breath while he keeps coughing due to the sudden pull and jump.

“Err…I..I’m sorry. A low and stuttering voice catch the savior’s ears.

The man directs his eyes straight to the stunned face of the other who is still stiffened beside him. He then sees the other cringes because of his shouting voice. He throws a scrutinizing look at the person for a moment.

“I’m really sorry…” The other says again with a guilty tone this time.

“Are you okay?” There, another voice comes intruding their tense situation. It is the driver of the previous silver car’s that nearly hits them a while ago.

“Do you want to go to the hospital to get some check-ups?” The generous driver offers, as he gets no response from both guys.

“Erm…I’m okay… no needs to. I’m sorry for causing you a trouble.” A cracked voice but sounded nervous, escapes from the small man’s cute lips again.

“Then, you should be more careful later on… What happened earlier would really risk your life.” The driver of the silver car smiles before turning to continue his driving. As the car disappears, the small man shifts his look to his savior who is still stoned beside him.

There, he finds the man still stares at him, which make him, feel a bit unease.

“I…I’m sorry…I just wanted to save this kitten from running to-”

“To save the kitten, did you need to put yourself in a dangerous situation?” The man cuts off, but this time in a normal tone, no more shouting.

“Actually this little creature belongs to one of my customers. So I hold a full responsibility on it.” The small man says again. His words make the taller one frown. Seeming to realize that he has just made the other confuse; he tries to clear up the things.

“Uh, I’m a veterinarian… that is my clinic…and this is my passion…” A cute smile spreads on the small man’s face this time, as he points at his clinic that is just located at the site of the street, and then at the kitten in his arms.

The taller man looks a bit stunned for a second, as he starts to feel something unease inside him once he sees that cute smile on the other’s face.

“Hmm…then, next time please watch on what kind of situation is first, before you jump in just like now to save something important for you.” The man speaks with a more friendly tone.

“Thank you for being my savior. I should treat you something later...” The small man said with a brightest smile. Unknown to him, that smile has just made the other man feel something jittery inside of him.

“Then, a lunch will be fine for me…” Finally, he shows the small man’s his gorgeous smile.

“Deal!” the other says cheerily. “So, we’ve been chatting quite long here, but still not introducing ourselves. I’m Junsu... Kim Junsu.” The small man says while extending out his hand for a handshake.

‘Damn he’s so cute. That cuteness seems familiar to me. What a cute face with the brightest smile lightens up on his face…’ the man seems immersed by the other’s look.

“I’m Yunho... Jung Yunho.” He replies and accepts the handshake.

“Then it is nice to meet you, Yunho-ssi! I have to continue my work now. So, just give me a call if you are ready for the lunch later, ok?” Junsu hands his name card to Yunho.

Yunho has a look at the upper words printed on the card that is read; ‘Kim’s Pet Clinic’. Then his bow-shaped lips curve into a small smile. He halts back his eyes to the small man who is now, already walking away from him and soon disappears through the thickness glass of his clinic’s sliding door.

Suddenly, Yunho feels chilly as his mind alarms him back to his previous work.

“Heck, my meeting! Surely, dad will chop me to dead.” Yunho snaps off from his trance, having just realized that he will definitely face the wrathful face of his father today.

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Thanks to tysantdra who willingly helping me to proofread this fic when this lazy author have taking so long to do so! (>_<) Thank you dear, for your help. I appreciate it a lot! ;)

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