Service at church starts around 6pm, so the Kim family arrives good 30 minute earlier. Even wearing his pretty church costume, little Ryeowook is tense walking alongside holding his uncle's hand, who casually leads him down the aisle as if he's his manager, dressed in a nice suit and sunglasses. 

"Your star has arrived." Heechul announces at the altar, where the other choristers gather by the priest. The old man greets the younger male with a nervous smile, knowing very well that the other only appears at service when he gets dragged by his family, "Heechul-ssi, long time no see."

"Yeah, whatever. Our little champ is a bit nervous tonight, but I hope you will take good care of him."

"Of course. But there is no need to be nervous. I'm sure our Ryeowookie will do a good job as always. Are you ok, little one?"

The boy can only nod and tries to hide behind his textbook. 

"Ok, little dude. We will sit right here in the front row and cheer for you." The priest tries to suppress a groan. Then Heechul lifts his sunglasses and winks at his little nephew, "Just let me check on halmeoni, who's waiting outside, for sure." Again, a nod from the four years old and a girl next to him giggles, "Is this your appa?"

"My uncle."

"He's funny."

"I know," says the boy with a shy smile. 

The black haired male finds his mother at the big stairs outside the church, obviously looking for someone.

"Umma, why you're staying here in the cold, come in. I promised Jongwoon I'd keep seats free for him and appa."

"Oh, just a little moment, please."

"Huh? Who are you waiting for?" is the adult son wondering but immediately a glim pops up in his mind, "Oh no. Umma, don't tell me you tried to invite him." Caught, Mrs. Kim stares at the toes of her shoes, while murmurs, "We're still family, and tonight we should be together as family."

Heechul sighs, "Umma, I can guarantee you, he won't show up. And even if he does, Jongwoon would freak out. Do I need to remind you what happened the last time they meet each other?" The mother looks up at her first born, who pulls her into a soft embrace, "Today is our Wookie's great performance. We're here to support him. Come let's take our seats and show him that he's our star tonight."

"Ok," says the mother with a heavy heart.

Little Ryeowook feels like fainting standing in the first row of the choir, where he ends up thanks to his small frame. Uncle Chullie's tires to motivate him, whistles like at a pop concert, what makes the priest and the rest of the audience frowning in irritation, but the extraordinary man gives a damn. 

As much as the little boy appreciates his uncle's support and cheering, right now he wishes for someone else over th