Do-hyun's finger flicked impatiently, a contraband piece of paper loosely clenched in his hands. His son had bounded into the upstairs den, shoved the collage into Hyun's hands and ran off—snickering triumphantly after shamelessly ratting out his sister. Hyun sat by the window for the next fifteen minutes, eyes glued to three polaroid photos neatly bordered with decorative ribbon, his mind circling the question of what, exactly, his next steps as a father should be. The siren's index finger froze before folding inward, the corner collapsing under his rattled tic. "이걸 어떻게 하지? (What should I do?)"
His brow furrowed, then quirked as footsteps fell behind him, his hand unclenching. He glanced towards the sound, not expecting anyone else this late. 아… 그렇죠. 더스크지. (Ah, that's right. Dusk.) Finishing the bedtime rounds. The knit above his nose reappeared when he looked back at the creased paper. "아, cham... Ki-ho, you little brat... She's going to kill me. 제발... " He tilted the project toward Dusk's view. The photos were surrounded by doodles and designs only a high-schooler in the throes of puppy love could imagine—glitter, acrylic paint, and two names in wobbly calligraphy jumping off the bottom of the page. "Did you know Ha-ri is seeing this..." His eyes dragged back to the names, though he already knew what it said. "...Joshua?"
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*아, cham... (Ah, seriously...) **제발... (Please...)