Chapter 2

It had been a week since Park Yoochun became the most amazing stalker in the whole world. He had been following his high school mortal enemy everywhere this whole freaking week. He tried to ignore Jaejoong’s hatred toward him but he just couldn’t. He didn’t feel at case before he knew the reason why Jaejoong hated him.

So, here’s the summary Yoochun got from his stalking. Hyoobin was six years old and went into a pre-school, which was near to Jaejoong’s flat. The flat was quite nice, Yoochun must admit Jaejoong had a good taste and his economical mind was still working even now. That’s the reason Jaejoong used to steal Yoochun’s meal in their school time; he was too economical to buy for himself.

OK, back to the investigation. Jaejoong worked at a boutique at noon after took Hyoobin to the pre-school and he had been selling the woman clothes like an expert salesman, something that made Yoochun amazed. Jaejoong worked till five o’clock and then he would fetch his son. Actually the school ended at three o’clock but Hyoobin wouldn’t mind to wait for his umma because Jaejoong needed to work for their living, Yoochun somehow felt proud of Jaejoong. Oh, moreover, on Tuesday and Friday night, Jaejoong would have a shift on a bar as bartender. Yoochun must admit, Jaejoong worked hard for their living.

Then, something definitely bothered Yoochun’s mind. Who in the world was Jaejoong’s husband a.k.a. Hyoobin’s freaking dad? Why that man didn’t help them with their living. That was when Yoochun realized many things must have happened to Jaejoong since the last time he saw the man was seven years ago.

Sighing, Yoochun decided to close his notebook as he looked out from his car window. It was almost time for Jaejoong to fetch Hyoobin and he was watching from the junction. 

Yoochun stared at his watch as he realized it had passed thirty minutes from the time Jaejoong was supposed to fetch his son. Deciding he should check it up, he got out from his car as he walked and entered the pre-school.

He spotted Hyoobin on the nearest bench at the playground, waiting alone on the swing. Somehow, Yoochun felt lonely for the boy.

“Hyoobin ah,” Yoochun called as the boy turned his gaze on him. The boy smiled as he rushed to Yoochun’s side.

“Ajusshi!” the boy greeted.

“Hm, have your umma arrive?” Yoochun decided to ask as the boy pouted and shook his head.

“Ajusshi will accompany you, OK?” Yoochun said,” We can wait together…”

“Sure! Let’s wait on the swing! Hyoobin always waits umma there” Hyoobin pulled Yoochun’s arm. Both of them stared at the cloudy sky as they waited.

“Hyoobin ah,” Yoochun broke the silence,” Can I ask you something?”

“OK, what’s it?” the boy asked back.

“But I’m afraid you’ll hate ajusshi if ajusshi asks such a question….” Yoochun hesitated but the boy persuaded him to say it,”Where’s you appa?”

The boy paralyzed and that was when Yoochun wanted to smack himself. He was clearly hurting that poor boy with his stupid question.

“Hyoobin…doesn’t have appa,” the boy spoke as Yoochun cursed more to ask such a question to six-year-old boy.

“Once, Hyoobin asked umma about appa but umma said Hyoobin didn’t need appa,” the boy explained,” Hyoobin was sad and some of Hyoobin’s friends pulled prank on Hyoobin because Hyoobin didn’t have appa…”

“Hyoobin…” Yoochun caressed the boy’s hair as he sympathized with the boy.

“But Hyoobin will be sadder if umma cries,” Hyoobin explained as he almost crying,” That’s why Hyoobin never asks umma about appa anymore…”

“There…There…Don’t cry, Hyoobin is a big boy right?” Yoochun tried to calm the boy down and he succeeded. Later on, he found the boy already felt asleep and he decided to bring the boy to his car, since it seemed it would be raining soon. And Yoochun’s feeling was right. It was raining so heavily in the next five minutes.