Donghyun's POV

"Eomma..." I called.

She looked suprised when she looked at me. 

"Dongjun?" she asked softly.

"Eomma, who is it?" said the boy.

"U-uh, nothing. Minwooya, just go home first, eomma will be home soon."

"Nae……… Eomma go home soon," that boy looked at me. He was about to ask but refused to do so. Then he went from the stall, still in a confused look.

Dongjun. The name that had almost been forgotten from my life. The name that the 6 year old me couldn't say at that time.

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'Who's your name?' an old man asked.

'Dongchyun' I answered, failed to say it well.

"As you can see, Mr. Kim, his name is actually Dongjun. He can't say his name properly."

"But Donghyun will be a good name for him." said that old Mr. Kim. Grandpa.

From that time, my name was Donghyun.
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"This is me, Dongjun," I said. "Or, Donghyun, as people call me like that."

"D-d-dong…jun……" her voice was shaky.

"N-n-no, I'm not your mom," she said. "My only kid is Minwoo."

I hugged her, "eomma, I'm Dongjunnie…"

She couldn't say anything but her tears proved everything.

"Son……" she said while sobbing," my son, Dongjunnie." She hugged me tight.

It was a sad moment for us. I could never imagine I would find my mom like that.

After a while she let go and said, "No, it cannot be like this. You don't belong to me anymore, Dongjunnie. I left you."

"Eomma... I won't ask anything. I just want to know the reason. And even though I grow well with other family, that doesn't mean I will forget you."

She sighed. "It was hard when your father passed away. To get you a better life, I had to do that. I'm sorry Dongjunnie. Now, I can see you are in a right surrounding, with people that take care of you really well. Stop looking for me, okay? I am living well, with my own life. Eomma has a new family too, so don't bother this old woman that threw you away. I am not worthy to be taken care of."

She looked at me as if it would be the last time she saw me. "You look like your dad, a lot." she sniffed a bit, "Now go home. Your family must be worried."

I was standing still for a while, being unable to do anything."Go home now, Dongjunnie." she said while turning her back at me, tidying up her stall.

I didn't know what to do so I just nodded at her. Looking at her back, I couldn't stand the urger to hug her. I hugged her once again. "Eomma... someday I would live with you, and make you happy." I whispered, then walked to my car. I didn't dare to see her crying face. I didn't dare to stand there and wait for what she would say.

I walked and walked until I reached my car. 

"Hyung!" someone called me. 

I looked back and it was that kid. My half-brother.

"Hyung... I.. I heard everything hyung." he said while looked down. He seemed afraid of me.

"Hyung, I'm so sorry." 

"Sorry? What for?" I asked him.

"Sorry that my dad married your mother, and they had me. Sorry for making everything complicated for you and eomma." he answered. I chuckled a bit hearing his answer.

"Don't think like that. I would never blame you for everything. Now go and help eomma." I said.

"Hyung, you're being too nice." he said innocently.

"Ah, wait, Minwoo. Isn't that your name?" he nodded. "Here, " I gave him one of the bread I had bought.

"Hyung, this..."

"Take that, just eat it or you can give it to eomma."

"Thank you, Dongjun hyung, " he bowed.

"I'm Donghyun now." I smiled. "Go home soon, I have to go. See you later, Minwoo."

"Yes, see you later, hyung. Good bye!"

He waited until I got into the car and he kept waving till I was leaving. Who could hate that nice boy?

Minwoo.

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"It seems that Donghyun is finding out about his past." said Dasom's dad in a hotel room in Milan. He looked through the window, at the foggy scenery.

"What's wrong with him finding out about his real parents? When we agree to adopt him, I thought we already agreed that Donghyun will be Dasom's husband. And you changed your mind in a split of second when you saw that Hyunseong liked Dasom." said Dasom's mom to him.

"Don't bring Hyunseong here. I promised to his dad to take care of him." He turned to see her.

"Then how about Donghyun? I love him as my own son that I never had. At the time he arrived here I already promised to my self to take care of him like our own son," argued her. Her eyes got teary.

He sighed and came closer to her. "Stop this, yeobo. I know it, but please don't make things complicated."

"You are the one who makes things complicated. You know Donghyun loves our daughter since a long time ago, and you bring Hyunseong between them, " opposed her.

"Dasom only knows Donghyun as her brother!" he snapped. " I swear I won't let her knows about this until I die. Until that, please don't say anything to her. Don't think about Donghyun this time. Dasom would be happier without knowing the real fact."

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Donghyun's POV

Finally I arrived home. Looking at the digital clock, it was 12:00 am. I went inside and opened the door. I walked slowly only to find two people were sleeping with sitting position on the couch. Dasom was asleep in Hyunseong's hug. It broke my heart, but what else I could do?

I came closer and patted her head. She opened her eyes slowly and hugged me suddenly.

"D-dasom..."

"Oppa, welcome home," she whispered.

"Why did you sleep outside?" I broke the hug to find her shining eyes.

"I was waiting for you. Uh, why is Hyunseong here?" she asked me innocently.

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