Sometimes Taeyeon was confused, whether her youngest son was really her son with Jiyong. He was really like her 100% no doubt –just Jiyong’s hazelnut eyes and lips that he had. Kwon Taeyong was like male version of Kim Taeyeon in both physic and mental –especially the second one. That little boy of her was really introvert, much worse than her. He didn’t really like to talk and kept everything inside of him. Just like now;

“Did something happened at school?” she asked the six years old boy.

Taeyong shook his head slowly, “No.”

“Did daddy give you less money today?”

“No.”

“You lost your iron man?” she asked about his favourite figure action.

“No.” He muttered.

Taeyeon sighed, “Then what happened, handsome? Tell mommy, will you?”

He played with his fingers, just like Taeyeon whenever she felt hesitated to talk about something. “There was a talent show at class. Everybody told me to sing like you or rap like Dad. But I don’t like both.” He said. “And then Youngri started to laugh at me.” He added referring Taeyang and Yuri’s daughter.

She hugged him, “Oh darling~” she his back and kissed his head, “It’s okay, I’ll tell aunt Yuri about it.”

“Don’t!” he exclaimed, “It’s okay, I’m okay Mom. I am a big boy now.”

She looked at her boy with teary eyes, “Yes, you are.”

“Don’t cry Mom. You look more pretty when smiling.” He said, “Besides, I don’t want the girls at my class think I