“You must have the wrong student Ms. Yoon. My daughter would never get in a fight—I mean I know most parents must say that, but I’m positive that you have the wrong girl.”

“Daerim-ah, come here please,” called Ms. Yoon.

Daerim walked over from the bench she had been sitting on, her arms crossed and a pout on her face that instantly cleared up the moment she stood before her principal.

“Please say hello to your father,” she instructed before giving the phone to Daerim.

“Kyu appa?” she asked softly, speaking into the receiver.

“Aegi-yah!” gasped Kyuhyun, still in shock that it was his child that was in the principal’s office.