"So care to tell me where you had been?"

Yonghwa sigh. His chest does hurts a little.

Well,dosen't matter.

"When scouting for a smile. Somewhere i could breathe and smile properly."

He saw the expression on her face as she flinch at his words.

"Didn't Nurse Park tell you to call? And what is it with the tantrum you are throwing again? Messing up my entire schedule is not funny at all Yonghwa."

He wanted to laugh.

Like really laugh.

"Im really not trying to be funny Mum. I just-"

Light knocking on the main door can be heard before her secretary appear,again.

And Yonghwa already knows what is going to happen next.

"Maam,the car have arrived. We can leave at your command."

Yonghwa close his eyes to take in another painful mouth of breath before opening them again to smile at his mother.

"Stay at home with your father and don't create a havoc again. No more pranks Yonghwa. I will not tolerate your nonsense any further then this."

3 minutes and 15 seconds.

1 of the highest record of a conversation between them for the past 6 months.

He slump on the big couch and take in big,deep breath after the door closes behind him.

"I just want to spend a little more time with you."

He completed his unfinish sentence.

Silence engulfed the entire space within the radius.

He could barely hear anything but his own breathing.

Still alive,at least.

"Young master,can i get you some food before your medication?"

Yonghwa returned with a smile,head shaking.

"Im fine,thank you. Do let my dad know that im back and well when he is done. I have something to attend to."

Being an obesessed fan of beautiful poems and history,Mr Jung writes his own books hoping that one day,just one day that dreams do come true.

He spends most of his time in his study room.

To Yonghwa,he is both a caring and understanding father.

He adore his father.

But most of his memories since he could remember,he did not remember those warmth family usually have in tv shows.

Neither does he sees the norm