Perhaps Jimin thought that up to this point, she still was joking and he actually had no son. Why would he have, that’s ridiculous, isn’t it? But as much as Jinhee wanted to be a joke, it was not and quite honestly, she would never call her child a joke. In some ways, you could say that the female was caged up again but to Jinhee, Jungmin meant freedom. After another night that she spent with the boy’s father, she spilled the beans and brought him to her place, only two doors to her left, the young mother left Jungmin with her neighbor and colleague Kanna. “Wait here, please,” she told Jimin and knocked on the female’s door --- you could already hear children’s feet waddling towards the door. “Mwamwamwa...” Tiny hands reached out to Jinhee as she bent down and soon, the little boy was in her arms. With another bow to her babysitter, she turned around and faced the child’s father. “That’s him, Jimin. That’s your son Jungmin.”