Ding Dong

“Who can it be? I’m coming!” Donghae groaned while looking at the scar on his stomach.

Ding Dong

“I said, I was coming,” Donghae muttered while opening the door and not looking away from his scar.

“Donghae?” the voice asked. Donghae looked up at the person and his eyes

“A-Appa?”

“Donghae, who is it?” Jessica asked while walking towards Donghae.

“No one, just go to my room,” Donghae said while blocking Jessica’s view.

“Jessica?” the voice said.

“O-Omo, M-Mr. Lee,” Jessica covered when she saw him.

“Here’s…Here’s some drinks,” Jessica placed water down for Donghae and Mr. Lee. She stood their staring at the two people until Donghae looked at her with an icy glare.

“Come sit down,” Donghae whispered and Jessica sat down next to him. Mr. Lee kept staring at Donghae and Jessica. He looked back and forth, back and forth. His eyes stopped when he saw a cut on Jessica’s throat with a bandage around it. When he looked at Donghae, he saw him playing with his scar.

“Donghae,” Jessica nudged him.

“What are you doing here?” Donghae asked his dad and sat up straight. “What do you want?”

“Donghae…Don’t be rude,” Jessica whispered.

“Donghae, we need to talk,” Mr. Lee said.

“Bwoh? Talk? The last time we talk was a year ago!” Donghae shouted.

“Donghae, listen to me,” Mr. Lee demanded.

“Wa