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Baekhyun has never been a morning person. He used to stay awake late at night and sleep in. But then, when he had Byul, sleeping became a thing of the past.
Baekhyun wakes up to his five year old son, giggling early in the morning, dancing to nursery rhymes with Mama Byun. Baekhyun groans, wanting to bargain more sleep but fails as Byul starts to jump around him.
“Papa! Papa! Wake up! Wake up!”
“Byul…” he whines. “Just ask Mama to bath you—AAH!”
His mother comes unnoticed and hits him in the thigh once then twice more to get him into his senses.
Baekhyun hisses, over rubbing the pain off his skin, as he finally rises up from the comforts of the bed and cries. “Mom! Don’t hit me! Byul is here!”
Mama Byun sends him a glare and warns, “Do your job as Byul’s papa and bath your son! He’s going to school!”
“You’re already awake but you still want me to—” Mama Byun starts throwing anything that her hands can reach at him. Good thing Byul is already down the bed and is safe from the flying objects. He only surrenders when he sees her grab a slipper. “Ah I get it! I get it! Baby come, we’re going to school!”
Let’s say, Baekhyun already adapted to being a single dad. And It was hard, really hard. Byul was conceived out of his carelessness but he didn’t regret giving birth to him. Just like his name, Byul is the star that made Baekhyun’s dream come true.
What dream? To be a father.
Baekhyun dresses up his son into his school uniform, grooming the child for his first day.
“Baby, make lots of friends okay? Be good at school and listen to teacher okay?”
“Eung papa!” the child brightly grins, pulling a father smile from Baekhyun as he cups Byul’s cheeks, caressing them gently. The more he stares at his child, the more he notices the growing changes of his facial features. He used to look a lot like him, he best believed. But now, Byul resembles a face of a different person. With his round eyes, tall nose, dimpled smile and dobby ears—just who the hell did Baekhyun meet five years ago?
“Papa loves you so much.”
“Love you too papa!”
Baekhyun is contended like this. Just Baekhyun and Byul. Just them happily living as a small family.
Baekhyun hopes Byul doesn’t search for his papa.
Because even Baekhyun doesn’t know who he is.
- ••
“What is happening Kim Jongdae? Do Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun stares in fear at the sight seen. His small restaurant is a wreck mess. All the red stickers are stuck on every appliances, including the foreheads of his friends Kyungsoo and Jongdae who on the other hand both looked traumatized after going through the chaos earlier. The perks of coming early to work.
“Ah, we’re so doomed.” Kyungsoo sighs gravely to himself.
“Just who the hell sold our restaurant to some mobster!” Jongdae panics, crying.
“I am sure I paid for the rent! I already signed the contract that this place is ours! I didn’t know Mr. Kim is a mobster or did he…” Baekhyun starts to rattle with the possibilities. He is a hundred percent sure he already completed their rent. But what is happening? Why are they being asked to pay for a debt they didn’t have?
According to Jongdae and Kyungsoo, some group of men came and mobbed their restaurant. They were asking who and where is Byun Baekhyun and then proceeded to stick red stickers all around the place. They left a warning to pay the debt within this week.
“And how much was it?”
“Freakin 1.5 Billion won btch!”
Baekhyun shakes his head slowly, scared to death. Just where the hell did he take all those money? They’re barely progressing, the restaurant is small, catering only five tables, so small it’s earning enough for ends meet, so how?
“I’m talking to Mr. Kim. Remove all those red stickers. I’m sure we paid, I still have all the receipts kept!” Baekhyun panics as he rises from his seat but Kyungsoo reaches to stop him.
“He’s apparently missing.”
“W-What?” Baekhyun says in a breath of disbelief.
“Could it be, that he sold our restaurant to some loan sharks?” Jongdae voices out his worry.
Baekhyun sits back down, trying to be the strong one. “No, no, no. We’ll continue. Remove the stickers. We will clean this place and open. We didn’t take anything from anyone. I’ll go find for Mr. Kim. This is a huge misunderstanding.”
The three musketeers plough on their day. They remove all the stickers, clean and open their restaurant. Only a few people came to eat, mostly people working in construction.
It is almost a fine day, almost, but those mobsters unfortunately return again for Baekhyun to see this time, and creates another catastrophic fiasco.
This time, they are literally destroying the place, breaking tables and appliances, luring and scaring the customers away, leaving the three poor owners scooting in the kitchen corner, scared as they hug themselves like flock kittens. They’re screaming for help, more when each of them are being pulled hostage by the mobsters, and Baekhyun is being dragged down on his knees in the center.
Suddenly, there is a stilling silence. The gangsters that are flocking around him, creates a space for someone to enter.
And there he is, their leader.
His eyes, a well of the ocean, holds a gaze more menacing than a tiger. Ash blonde hair coiffed up outstanding amongst the rest, clad in a ritzy black suit, his stance tall and domineering.
He is gorgeous yet formidable, making Baekhyun gulp so hard and tremble under his intrusive stare.
But the mafia’s calm fades into something new as he finally takes a better look of the fretting man kneeling in front of him.
His eyebrow raises in amusement, a smirk tugs in his lips.
“Long time no see, Baekhyun.”
How come this man knows him? Perhaps Mr. Kim introduced him to this mafia?
The mafia grins, “I don’t remember you being so quiet like this. You were so bold, brave and loud back then.”
“E-Eh?” Baekhyun stammers, finding it hard to speak.
“I see…” the man chuckles, voice deep sending chills to the back of Baekhyun’s spine. “So you don’t only owe me a rent but you also owe me my service.”
Baekhyun is not understanding a thing. His mind goes blank and dry, squeezing every little memory in hopes he remembers who this mysterious guy is—but he cant remember anything.
The mafia takes his silence to continue. He snaps his fingers and one of his men, maybe the underboss as he holds the same aura like the leader, comes and shows him a contract.
“Do you remember signing this trash?”
Baekhyun catches a breath, discerning the piece of paper that the man is now holding. That is it! Their contract. That holds the information that this place is finally theirs. The man hands him the document and Baekhyun grabs them with shaking hands.
And his jaw drops in incredulity. “N-No… N-No!!”
He remembers. He signed this paper. Just him and Mr. Kim inside the office room. Baekhyun could still feel the vivid memory of his heavy heart beating when he drew his signature in this paper, truly oblivious that Mr. Kim didn’t actually show him the whole contract—with two pages.
“In my absence, Byun Baekhyun will stand as my proxy and will be accountable of my remaining debt.”
“NO!” He screams to himself, warm tears fill his eyes, spilling down to his cheeks. He grapples the contract. “M-Mr. Kim you rascal!” and he tears the paper.
He hears two collective gasps and he knows those are from his friend’s mouths.
“Don’t worry. I have the original copy with me. So you better pay me this week or else—”
“S-Sir!” Baekhyun crawls closer to the mafia and proceeds to clung unto his knee, eyes misty and begging.
The mafia’s men around on full alert are about to pull Baekhyun back but their leader holds a hand out in the air briefly, stopping them.
“P-Please! I-I’ll go look for Mr. Kim! T-This is a huge misunderstanding! I-I am sure I paid! I have the receipts! I can show them as proof! So please spare us sir. We don’t owe you anything, we are good payers! I’m poor but I make sure I pay on time!”
The mafia lets out a scoff, his eyes sparkling mirthfully at the sight he’s witnessing. “Ah, you were in this same position, on your knees but begging for something else.”
Baekhyun can’t stand anymore the puzzling questions being thrown at him so he bravely asks with a curious frown resting on his brows, “H-Have we m-met before sir?”
The mafia retreats slightly back so Baekhyun looses his hold on his knee, and he goes down to level his gaze with the frightened captive.
“We didn’t just meet… we fucked.”
This time, the gasps echoing in the air sound scandalized—that includes Baekhyun, disbelieving the tea spilled.
“W-What?”
The mafia tilts his head slightly while grinning in mocking way, entertained of the evident shock on Baekhyun’s face. “Remember? Five years ago?”
“FIVE YEARS AGO?” Kyungsoo and Jongdae couldn’t help but interrupt, voicing out their incredulity for the information just heard. The mobsters then covered their mouths.
The mafia spares a glance at the two and smirks. “Your friends are a bit loud, should I take their kidneys in exchange of your debts?”
Muffled screams. Baekhyun is scared. He reaches to hold the mafia’s hand, earning his full attention back again. “G-Give me a week.”
The mafia stays mum.
“Give me a week. N-No organs please.” Trembling, he promises.
The mafia looks shortly at the cold shivering hands holding his, then returns his gaze at the captive as his smirk deepens. “Fine. Or it will be your organs that I’ll be taking.”
But Baekhyun finds something eerily strange the more he stares at the scary man before him. Setting aside the menacing aura, the man has round eyes, dimpled smirk and perky ears. If this mafia is claiming they fucked five years ago then…
Baekhyun’s eyes widened, horrified of his conclusions.
It can’t be.
“N-No…”
Byul’s Dad is a Mafia?