Luckily I was not late; I am aiming for a perfect attendance this school year. I couldn't help but to smile at the thought of the 'weird' girl. Long silky locks, a smooth milky-white skin that every girl would die to have, a pointed nose that suits her face perfectly, cherry red lips, and a pair of captivating big round eyes. 

She has long legs that every wannabe model would die for, and a curve that boys would drool over. I was not checking her out. Really. Our meeting or a so-called 'accident' sure was short, but I remember every detail of her. God, she's a goddess. Scratch that, she beats the goddess of beauty! She is a 'weird' girl because of her actions when she saw my face; I saw nervousness on her face and a hint of  sorrow, shock, disgust, and joy.

I am kind of expert in reading people's mind, don't ask me why and how because I don't know where I got that skill or how I learned it! I don't know. I could read but I don't know why people are feeling those. I could only judge by the expressions and actions, that's all.

Time went by so fast this day, and school ended without me seeing her, again. I admit that I was hoping to see her. I sighed; how many times do I have to sigh this day? I walked home with a slight frown on my face. Today is totally weird. The strange dream, the unusual thoughts, the weird girl, and the feeling of disappointed of not seeing her; today is really weird. I don't know why I want to see her! 

What's with this day and I? I went inside my house, and I was baffled to see my mother home. She is rarely home. I grew up by just seeing her once a year and she left me with a nanny. Rather than anger, happiness and joy was way more dominant. I couldn't help but to smile from seeig her presence.

"Mom!' A hint of excitedness was obvious on my tone. My mother is a strict one and she wants everything to be perfect. No mistakew or even just a slight one. She always go to businesses so I hardly see her. Her hair was tied into a neat low bun and she is wearing a gray pencil skirt and a white blazer; definitely an attire for businesses. Her lips twitched into a half-smile and I hugged her tightly like a child missing his own mother. 

She cleared and I pulled back. "Sorry, mom." I said with a smile on my face; I was just really happy to see her. She regained her posture like a princess that stands so straight.

"So why are you here, mom?" I asked merrily, hoping that she has a time to bond with her son. I really miss my mother.

"You wanna come to shop groceries with me? You are running out of foods, and I don't want my son to starve." Out of excitement, I clapped my hands childishly. Even if it was just shopping for groceries, it means alot to me and I know I am going to treasure that moment. 

"Sure!" An excited squeal came out from my mouth. Her lips twitched into a small smile, and said "Okay, go change your clothes." 

I nodded excitedly and went upstairs to change my clothes. I didn't really care what I decided to wear because I was excited to bond with my mom whom I didn't see for a long time.

I wore khaki shorts and a plain tee. I went downstairs quickly; almost jumpind down the stairs out of excitement. I think I was faster than Sonic.

"Let's go, mom?" She nodded with a small smile on her face and we headed out. We used her car to speed up things. Finally, we arrived at our destination rather quickly. 

We went to a grocery store and a trolley. This is gonna be exciting! A smile was plastered on my face the whole time. My smile reached my ears; yes, I am that happy to shop with my mother.

"Honey, stay here and get all the foods you want to eat. I would go get some meat and fish. My baby is big now, right? I could leave you alone here. I trust you, Myungsoo." Even though it's inimical to me, I nodded my head in sadness. I really want to go together, but mom is right. I am a big boy now.

"Alright, mom. Trust me." I forced a smile, and she went away. I searched for foods that I could eat without cooking. I got alot of junk foods (I am so unhealthy, right?). I have plenty of bags of chips, soda in cans,  bisquits, crackers, chocolates, and candies. I also got several packs of marshmallows (I am addicted to marshmallows). I also went to get peanut butter to dip my marshmallows!

I have a 'weird' taste, alright?  

Something caught my eyes and that is toys! Okay fine, I may not act like a big boy, but toys really catch my attention. There is a staff advertising a remote-controlled car, and he is demonstrating. It caught my attention.

"You wanna try it, sir?" He asked cheerfully handing me out the remote. I put my foods inside the trolley and borrowed the remote. I was so immeresed; call me a kid, I don't care. I handed the remote back because I noticed other children want to borrow it too. 

I went to find more toys that would catch my attention. Unfortunately, none caught my attention. And yes, I was searching for Mickey Mouse. I love Mickey Mouse!

"Daddy!" I heard someone or a child said. I ignored the child because obviously I am not the father, so he might be calling someone and not me. 

I puckered my lips slightly dissapointed. There is no Mickey Mouse -even just a stuff toy!  I adore Mickey Mouse for a reason; and the weird thing is that I don't know why Mickey Mouse has a sentimental value to me. All I know is that I like Mickey Mouse and it has grown to me. Weird, right? 

"Daddy!" The child called again. And of course, I ignored. I am not the father obviously.

"Daddy!" Finally, I looked behind me out of curiousity. Why is the father not responding to his child? 

"Daddy!" The child cheerfully said. Is it just me or he is looking at me with happiness in his eyes? I shook my head. 

"Daddy!" The child with cherry lips called and ran to me. Yes, to me.  Somehow, his lips remind me of the girl I bumped into this morning. 

He is the height of my thigh, and so he hugged my thigh. 

"Daddy, I miss you so much." I was baffled at that moment. I don't even have a child, yet he ran and called me his father. I gently removed his arms around my thigh and bent down at his level. He has a luring big round eyes and a black hair that suits him cutely. He has a pointy nose and cherry lips. 

At that moment, he looked familiar to me. He looks like someone I know and... and... he also resembles me a lot.

"Hey, I think you got the wrong dad. I am not your father." I looked into his eyes; and I could see joy and sadness at his eyes staring at me intently. 

"No, you are my daddy! Every night, mommy will show me a picture of you with her and she will tell me how you two met. It's you, daddy. You're my daddy." His eyes were b of tears. I don't why, but I felt a blood leap on me, and it feels like I know him. I hugged him, patting his back softly.

"Arasseo. Don't cry, baby." I let go of the hug and wiped his tears. I pity this child; if I were the father of him, I would never leave him. Ever. He is such a sweet child and no child deserves to have no parents. 

"D-daddy, pinky promise me you won't leave us again." He showed his small pinky and before I raise and twist my pink into his, a male about my age, came running with sweat on his forehead, and called for his name.

"Hyunsoo! I've been looking for you, your mother would be worried if she found out you're missing. We don't wanna see her fuming side, right?" He kneeled in front of Hyunsoo (which is the child that called me daddy). 

"Thank goodness. You're safe, H-Hyunsoo." He tried to catch his breathe. Obviously, he didn't noticed me. I guess he is the father, but if he is, why did he called me daddy? 

"T-thank-" His eyes widened in shock when he raised his head to look at me. So, he knew I was here all the time, but he was too worried at Hyunsoo.

What's with everyone's shock face whenever they see me?

"I found my daddy, Uncle Yong~" Hyunsoo jumped happily. His attention went back to Hyunsoo who was jumping around happily.

"Why is he calling me his daddy?" I asked out of curiosity, and took a peek at Hyunsoo. I smiled at him, such a handsome guy. 

"Umm... I-I am s-sorry about that. He thinks everyone is his father, I am so sorry." He bowed at me, and took the child's hand gently.

"Hyunsoo-ah, he is not your daddy. You know that well, right?" He said to the child, and his face saddened. Where is this child's father?

"Are you not his father?" I asked curiously, and he nodded. 

"We have to go and sorry for the trouble. Also, thank you for giving us this wonderful child..." He mumbled the last part quietly to himself that  I couldn't hear what he said. I was about to ask what he said, but mother was calling on my phone. I took a quick glance at the child and hugged him. 

"Sorry, I have to go. And I am not your father." I felt sad for saying that, but I have to or else he would think I am his father. I hate making people's hopes rise when it's not going to happen or it will never be. 

I went away and answered the phone. When I turned my back on him, I felt sad and there I thought I was carrying a heavy rock on my shoulders.

A/N: Here is chapter two! Thank you for subscribing, and voting! I truly appreciate that, and of course, I love commenters <3. All of you guys are my strength and inspiration to carry on. I need comments ;)