"Who in hell thinks they can march up in our home and--Gran Mama." Papa Park whispered the name upon opening the door. "You didn't call first."

The older woman narrowed her eyes at the man before her. "What are you wearing?" Gran Mama's tone was sharp. Papa Park didn't exactly know how to answer and stuttered out half answers. "That color dress does not suit you. Change immediately. It's burning my eyes, dear."

"Yes, Gran Mama." Papa Park sighed out a smile before engulfing his mother into a hug. 

"I didn't come here for you. Where are my grandchildren?" Gran Mama entered the home with her butler, carrying suitcases. "Where are my babies?"

"Well, Hanyeol's out on a date with the boy Chanyeol most likely have feelings for."

The older woman took a seat in the livingroom with Jibsa, her butler. "Make tea for me and Jibsa before continuing. I know this story will be a good one."

"Indeed."

Author's Note

Gran Mama is nice.