A lovely humming can be heard from the kitchen. An older woman is cutting radish into small pieces. She was about to make stew.

 

 “Mom..” Mrs. Kwon stops doing her work as he heard someone calling her. She peeks through the kitchen door. She heard the front door being closed.

 

“Mom.. Are you home?,”

 

“Is that you Jiyong?”

 

“Neh..”

 

Mrs. Kwon smile. Jiyong didn’t come home often to visit. Is either her come to his house or send him food that she cooked at his studio.

 

She washed her hand and wiped it on the dry towel. She turned around and walked to meet her son.

 

“Omona..” she stops when she saw a boy standing at the door. Smiling. She walks toward the boy.

 

“Hello there.. What is your name?” she put her hand on both of Junho shoulder.

 

“I’m Park Junho, halmoni,” he said and bowed his head. Mrs. Kwon can’t help to be attached to the boy. Junho remind her of Jiyong when he’s a boy.

 

“Mom.. I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?” Jiyong said while munching an apple. He opened the fridge and closed it.

 

He catches Junho watching him eating. He took an apple on the table and handed it over to Junho who grinned happily and quickly bites it.

 

Mrs. Kwon watches Jiyong and Junho. She shook her head.

 

“You should wash the apple before eat it. You’re teaching Junho bad habit.”

 

Jiyong shrugged, already immune of his mum nagging.

 

“Junho-ah, next time you must always wash food before eating them. Arasso?” she turned her head to look at Jiyong.

 

“And who is this boy? He looks like you. Omo, don’t tell me that you get married without telling me,” she put her back hand at her forehead.

 

Mom watching too much drama.He shook his head.

 

“Youngbae asked me to take care of Junho. He said that Junho Omma can’t take care of him for now.”

 

“Oh. But I wish he was your son.” Mrs. Kwon can’t hide her disappointment.

 

Lately she became envious of her friends who kept bragging about their grandchild. It will be nice if she have one too. She can bring them to the park and brag about them too.

 

But her daughter is too busy to think about having a child, and Jiyong, she might have to wait few years for him to find the right woman, and she have to wait few years again for her to bear child. She sighed.

 

“Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do about it,” she smiles.

 

“Wait for your father to come home, then we can eat together,” she said and get up to look at her boiling stew. Jiyong nodded and look for Junho.

 

He walked to the living room wanting to check the boy. The TV with cartoon channel is on with no one watching it.

 

He walked to his old room to watch Junho crouching beside his guitar, and play the strings with his small fingers.

 

He stood there watching not wanting to disturb. The boy seems lost in his own world of the sound produced randomly by the guitar.

 

He enters slowly and sits at the chair beside his bed.

 

**

 

She waited for him for almost an hour. She glances at her side. There is no one sitting at the lounge anymore. The movie started half an hour ago.

 

She hated to wait for a man, but her body seems to follow her heart. She saw the man that she waits for running towards her.

 

“You’re late” she said as she crossed her arms.

 

“I’m sorry babe. I caught up in training. Hyun Suk hyung is torturing us.” He said, panting and catching his breathe.

 

She stood up. And started to walk, ignoring the man.

 

“Babe..”

 

“…”

 

Jiyong wiped the sweat on his forehead. Dealing with his girlfriend might be harder than dealing with his boss.

 

“Dara babe.. I’m sorry. Please.” He walked faster. Wanting to walks beside her.

 

Still there is no sound coming from her. Jiyong began to worry.

 

“We can watch another movie. Or go to shop.” Jiyong steal a glance to see her reaction.

 

“Amusement park?” trying his best to win her heart again.

 

She stops. Jiyong smiles.

 

“But you’re paying,” she gives him an annoyed face. Jiyong grinned.

 

“No problem, milady,”.

 

And they spent their evening playing at the amusement park. They sat at a bench with Jiyong head on Dara shoulder.

 

Jiyong looks worn out but still trying his best to entertain Dara. Not wanting to disappoint her.

 

He knows he spent less time with her now than before. But he loves her with all his heart and couldn’t bear to lose her.

 

“I love you Ji..Thanks for spending time with me,”

 

“I love you too babe,” he planted soft kiss on her cheek.

 

He hated that they can only meet once in few weeks. He wanted to see her more, to spend time with her. His heart aches every time they parted after spending time together.

 

“Dara-ah, I know that this is sudden, but will you move in with me?”

 

**

 

“Ahjusshi,” Junho loud voice brought him back.

 

“I want to play this,” Junho said, pointing the guitar.

 

“The guitar is twice your size. You can’t play that,”

 

“Then ahjusshi play it.” Junho wanted to drag the guitar to Jiyong. The guitar fell from his grasp and hit the floor.

 

Jiyong closed his eyes, his precious guitar. But still, he stood up and sits beside Junho.

 

He lifts up the guitar and placed it at Junho lap. He took Junho hand and put it at the guitar neck.

 

“Your hand is still small and soft. So for now, you can just learn how to strum the strings.”

 

Jiyong pressed the strings and let Junho strumming or in his case, stirring the strings.

 

Junho looked up at Jiyong and grinned. The boy looks very pleased, thinking that he done a great thing.

 

Jiyong practically enjoyed the moment he had with the boy. Junho's eyes shined with passion, and eager to learn.

 

Jiyong wants to teach more when he heard someone sobbing. He look to the door to find his mother standing there who dramatically wiping her imaginary tears with his father who put his arms on her shoulders. Jiyong groaned at the sight.

 

“What now Mom.?”

 

“You should seriously consider making babies. Omma will find someone that willing to bear your baby, and I will make sure she won’t tell anyone, and i will take care of the baby for you,” Mrs.Kwon said as she plans the whole plot in her head.

 

“Honey, I can give you a baby.” Mr.Kwon kissed his wife. The kiss then turned to another point where the old couple was immersed in it.

 

“What are they doing?” Junho innocently ask. Jiyong quickly cover Junho eyes. His parents are crazy!

 

“Err.. haroboji just showing his love for halmoni,”

 

“I want to see,” Junho try to pull Jiyong's hand from his eyes.

 

“Dad, Junho is not even five.” Mr.Kwon chuckled.

 

“Well, a man needs to learn. Let’s eat,” he said and put his hand on his wife waist. Off they go.

 

 Jiyong shook his head before taking Junho to eat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

::: “I want to update,” I said to myself. “I will do it next week,” then another next week. And weeks turned months. And no update from me. TT . haha. I’m sorry. I will try to update frequently now. Thanx for still loving this fic. Thanx for the comments.

 

“Junho-ah, anything to say to the readers?

Junho : “Love you noonas,” ^^