Donghae watches Eunhae as she reaches for the next bar. She grits her teeth in stubborn determination, and propels herself forward on the monkey bar. Whenever he tries to get close to assist her, she yells at him petulantly to stay back. Donghae couldn't help but worry though, as her tiny feet dangle five feet from the ground. He keeps up with her pace, moving every time she reaches for another bar. 

Other kids played around her, chasing each other. Their parents kept a watchful distance, wary of Donghae and Eunhae. He shuts them out, and hopes that Eunhae won't notice. He feels so tense, and so close to lashing out at them. What could possibly be wrong about his kid? She is normal, smart, and cute. She's not some abhorrent creature that was born with the purpose of eating their kids. 

Eunhae slips a little, and Donghae takes a step, but Eunhae had already managed to catch herself. He feels so proud of his four-year-old, but also scared. 

"No!" Eunhae exclaims. 

Donghae stops in his place, uncertain. 

Eunhae finishes, and smiles triumphantly with her small teeth and adorable gums. Donghae picks her up and spoils her with kisses, then sets her down carefully. 

"What other games do you want to play next?" Donghae asks, bending down to meet her eyes. 

Eunhae purses her lips and hums, indicating that she's thinking about it. "Tag?"

"Okay," Donghae agrees. "You can have a head start."

Eunhae flashes him a huge grin, and bolts away. He senses the other parents' disapproval. They turn to each other and murmured displeased phrases. Donghae sighs, and he jogs lightly, catching up with his daughter in no time. 

"I'm coming to get you!" Donghae calls. His daughter giggles happily, innocent and unaware of the negativity that surrounds her.

Eunhae tries to run even faster, shooting backward glances towards her dad, but ends up falling over, and tripping. 

Donghae bends down on one knee, immediately standing Eunhae up to observe any serious injury. He pats her leggings reassuringly, but Eunhae glares at him, suppressing the urge to cry. 

"Does it hurt anywhere?" 

Eunhae shakes her head. "No," she says in a tiny voice that clearly indicates that she is hurt. 

Donghae raises his eyebrows. "Let me see." 

He lifts up her pink leggings that were designed with cute hearts, and notices the red scratches on her knees. It wasn't too bad, but it requires cl