"Appa! Appa!" A young girl came running down from the stairs. I turned my head around saw her approaching me. 

"Appa! Appa!" She called again and-

Wait, did she just said Appa? 

What's going on here? I turn around to face her. Her cute big puppy eyes looking at me, pleading me to listen. She leaned forward to my ears and whispered something. 

"Umma is so mad at you right now. Hide now, Appa before everything gets worse." She warned and I widen my eyes. Did he just said Umma? Who the hell is the mother of this child? My... wife? 

I looked at her in disbelief. She nodded and motioned me to hide somewhere else. I followed her orders though I didn't know what I'm doing. 

I heard someone going down from the stairs. I wanted to see who's that person is. I bet that person is the mother of my so-called child... my wife.. 

I decided to show off until I heard that person call my name. 

"Jonghyun?" 

Sounds familiar. 

"Jonghyun?" 

Really familiar. I stepped closer to that person. 

"Jonghyun?" 

That person called again. Then suddenly, something hit me. That person...

"Jonghyun.." 

.. who's calling me..

"Jonghyun.." 

..is a guy.

"Jonghyun!" 

"Wha-Kibum!" I opened my eyes, feeling my wet forehead. Did I just dreamed of him? Wait, why am I sweating? Is that a nightmare? 

"Are you okay, Jjong?" He asked and I nodded. "Yes, I am." 

"What did you dreamed of that you keep on saying 'What is this? Where am I', huh? " 

"Uhm.. Nothing. I just kinda dreamed of the future." 

"Tell me..." Kibum lied down, his stomach on the bed and his chin resting on his palms. Key's really eager to know so I'll told him. There's nothing wrong if I told him, right? 

But then... I was wrong. Key didn't talk to me after I told him what happened. Is he upset that I'm going to have a daughter? Why is he mad at me like that? 

I tried to approach him. He did responded but with a pout. "Key..." I whined and he looked at me again with his almost-crying eyes. 

"Why are you crying?" I asked. 

"Why am I the mother? I want to be called Appa too. I don't want to be the Umma." He said childishly and I laughed at his cuteness. 

So, he is mad when I told him that he is an "Umma"? Kibummie.. 

My dear wife.. future wife. 

Hello! Bye!