“Ah, yes, I’m horrible, I know,” Daehyun mumbled, his voice lacking most of its sympathy as Samuel — his currently screaming three year old — collapsed against his leg in tears, his little hands gripping his jeans with all of the force he could muster. As he noticed that a majority of the people around him were openly staring, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes at them and instead leaned down to pick Samuel up from under the arms. The boy immediately stuffed his face into his neck, though his cries were no quieter. “Tell me all about it, 사자.” Daehyun turned to the first person he could, an apology already on his tongue. “I’m sorry, he’s — he’s been snotty all day, but it seems that watching his sister go on the rides he’s too small for was his breaking point. He’ll calm down eventually —” he chuckled, “— hopefully.”
