Your POV

"Daehan! Let's go!" I call from downstairs.

"Coming mommy!" I hear a squeaky voice trailing on the stairs.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?" Hyun asks.

"Great Uncle Hyun, I missed you." Daehan says as Hyun picks him up in is arms.

"I missed you even more, buddy. So what do you want to do today, buddy?" Hyun asks.

"Can we play basketball?!" Daehan asks with much excitement.

"Sure buddy, go sit in the car, I'll be there in a sec." Hyun says as he lets go of Hyun and runs outside.

"How are you doing?" Hyun asks.

"I feel like I'm getting better, but I'm not." I say.

He puts a hand on my shoulder, "It'll get better- how's he doing?" he asks.

"Not any better." I say while facing the messy living room.

"He'll get better, Hana. I promise." he says as he pulls me into a hug and rests his head on mine.

"Thank you, Hyun. It really means a lot to me that you're here." I say in his chest.

"Anytime, sis. Have you spoke to Zico yet?" he asks as I pull away.

"Yeah, he just said that he would pick Daehan up from your place." I say.

"Ok, I guess I'll see you later." he says.

"Thank you." I say.

"Anytime." he says then leaves.

"Did he finally leave?" I hear a voice approach the room.

"Whay do you care?" I ask arrogantly.

"I don't like him." he says.

"Well , doesn't it? I don't understand what you want me to do, Daehyun." I say while cleaning up the big mess.

I hear him groan while in the kitchen.

"What time is Daehan coming home?" he asks as I throw away his trash in the kitchen.

"Whenever he wants to." I say.

"Basketball? I can't believe you're letting him play it after what happened to me." he scoffs.

"He's doing what he loves to do, Daehyun. Just leave him alone!" I almost yell.

"HOW CAN I WHEN I KNOW HE CAN BE IN DANGER?!" he yells this time.

"I'm leaving, you better have this all cleaned up by the time I get home." I say as I head to the door.

I quickly get into the car and drive off.

This was everyday for us for the past 3 months- fighting.

I was sure as hell ti