He blinks twice as he says..

"Ap.....pa."

Myungsoo feels his heart stops beating.

∞

“Ani, this is your Hyung...say it, -hyuuunng-...”

Myungsoo still can hear her voice trembling, little-Yeollie pouts before he shakes his head.

"Appa ..!"

"No, baby. This is hyung ... Myungsoo Hyung, okay..? "

Little-Yeollie looks annoyed at Mrs. Kim, he jumps from the table unexpected, but Myungsoo catches him, reflex.

"Appa ..! Daddy said he's Appa..! "

Myungsoo eyes widen.

“Woooo, woo, woo.. wait a minute, little man.. Me..? your Appa..? Daddy..? who’s your Daddy..?”

Little-Yeollie drags Myungsoo to his room. 

Mrs. Kim startled.

Immediately she tries to block the little-one.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just being ridiculous, Soo’ah.”

She looks at little-Yeollie, smiles softly.

“Baby, not now okay. Myungsoo hyung just came, so..let him have his tea first..ne..”

Little-Yeollie stands tall, but he lets Mrs. Kim holds his hand and brings him back to the kitchen.

Myungsoo furrows his eyebrows and trailing the two of them, sitting next to his mother.

“Oemma, tell me who he is..” Myungsoo says slowly as he sips his tea.

“I told you, your father and I-....”

“Oemma, jebal. I know that’s not true. You won't adopt a baby as your son and makes him calls you “Halmeoni” right..”

Mrs. Kim sighs, awkwardly.  Myungsoo takes another sip of his tea.  Little-Yeollie who sits on Mrs.Kim’s lap, continues to pay attention to his’-Appa-‘.

It’s a very excruciating silence for Mrs.Kim.

Out of the blue, little-Yeollie grins when he sees Myungsoo emptied his cup. He stands up hurriedly and pulls Myungsoo's hand to follow him.

Mrs. Kim panics.

“Omo, Yeollie...!”

“Oemma, let him be, I want to know...”

“But, Soo`ah...”

“It’s okay Oemma.”

“No..!! Yeollie...baby, not now, please!”

Myungsoo's hesitant for a while hearing his mother pleading, but little-Yeollie keeps pulling Myungsoo's right hand with two of his tiny hands.

Myungsoo complies, can’t bear to see the little one seems to use all his mighty to take Myungsoo.

Myungsoo brings him in his arms,

"So, where do you want to take me, huh.?"

"Yeollie room." He smiles widely.

"You mean the room that you stole from me, right .."

Little-Yeollie looks at him, doesn’t understand.

"Tsk, never mind."

Myungsoo takes him to his old room.

"Here ..?"

Little-Yeollie nods with enthusiasm, he immediately gets down from Myungsoo's arms and storms into the room when Myungsoo opens the door.

Myungsoo glued, the room brings the memories back into his mind.... so fast.

∞

Myungsoo’s Pov.

  Something pulls me back when I’m in front of my old room. Our memories.

  I hesitate for a while, this scent..

  I still remember this scent, this is Sungyeol’s fragrance.

  The time we spent our days in this room, the butterflies are still there, even now.

  I turn around,

  I can’t get in.

  I close my eyes, clenching my fists so hard, I can’t.

  A gentle pull on the end of my sleeve, makes me open my eyes.

  That little one is looking at me. His gaze feels like piercing my heart.

  "Yeollie's Appa."

  He shows me a picture on his little hand.

  I fall down sitting on the floor, teary eyes.

  It's a picture with me and Sungyeol in it.

  I take the picture from him, I cry as I close my mouth with my hand.

            "Yeollie ... Oh, God."

  I sob.

  This is beyond my imagination.

  Just a few hours since I left Korea,

  I try to run away from memories of him, from our past.

  I try to leave everything there, I try to fixing my broken life..

  But now...what is welcoming me in here..

            I never could go away from you, right..

           You won’t ever let me...right,

           Yeol......

           Where are you..

           Oh, God.....tell me what should I do..

  My body is shaking as I hold the picture to my chest...

  "Brrrrreaaakkk ..."

  The voice of something startles me, and makes me turn my head.

  Little-Yeollie jumps up and down trying to take another picture on the sh