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“What the fuck Hyun-Shik.” His wife was seething, but deep down he knew she was just afraid. She loved her child dearly, just like him.
“I don’t know what to tell you. No one was supposed to know we we’re going out.” He sighed, the bottle of whiskey trapped in a death grip in his hand.
“What are we going to do? Your son was just held hostage and your brother died all because people wanted you dead.” His wife exhaled sharply, her fury conveyed through her eyes.
“Listen to me. I refuse to let you die until Young-Jae is old enough to handle all of this.” She leaned over the desk and forced her husband to look at her.
“I don’t care what you have to do but you are going to prepare our son to face the mess you got him into.” She hissed.
“I will. Now go check on him.” Hyun-shik waved his wife away, making sure to plant a quick kiss on her cheek first. She shook her head and closed the door behind her.
“Young-Jae?” She called, hoping to find him in his room. She stopped walking once she heard muffled noises from his room. After carefully walking closer, the noises turned into loud sobs. Peeking through the gap on the door, she saw her son laying curled up on the bed, facing the wall away from her.
“Oh baby.” She laid down on the bed, enveloping Young-Jae in a warm hug.
“It’s a harsh world out there my dear.”