The Return Of Not-So-Superman Kwon Jiyong

Final: ANNYEONG

"I'll see what I can do," Hyunsuk forced a smile. "Will you be fine?"

"Yeah." Jiyong said. "I mean it this time, hyung. Will you be fine?"

"Are you coming back?" Hyunsuk asked him back instead.

"Depends," Jiyong briefly answered.

"Arassseo," Hyunsuk retorted. "I should do this much for you, right?"

"Thanks hyung."

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"Appa! Appa!" Yongse came in rushing while hugging his favorite fire truck toy. "Appa, why are the tamchons not vichiting ut anymowe?"

Jiyong lowered the clothes down the bed and lifted his son to his lap. "Why did you ask? Do you miss them?"

"Eoh. I mitt pwaying wit 'em!"

"You see... The uncles are all busy. Besides, I told you eomma needs some rest. We wouldn't want to disturb her, would we?"

"Oh, wight," Yongse nodded.

"Appa! Appa!" Yong il and Yongdu came running into the room while pointing at the door across their room.

"Why can't we go inside that room and see eomma?" Yongdu asked.

"Appa I want to go to eomma. Pwease?" Yong il pleaded but Jiyong just moved down to the floor and told the boys to sit down.

"Didn't appa tell you that we need to leave eomma alone in the mean time?"

"Is eomma sick?" Yongdu asked making Jiyong tilt his head and thought for a bit.

"Well... It's something like that. You can say that."

"Nappeun aegi!" Yongse frowned and hit the floor with his palm, surprising Jiyong. "The baby made eomma really hurt!"

"No no no! Wait, listen!" Jiyong ran a palm down his face, not sure if he's going to scold the boy or laugh at Yongse's innocence. "That aegi is your dongsaeng. You should love her. She didn't make eomma sick, okay?"

"Then why is eomma sick?" Yong il asked.

"Maybe it was appa," Yongdu answered innocently while sucking his thumb. He looked up at his father who was still in shock and squinted his eyes at him. "It was you appa! You hurt eomma!"

"What the—"

"Ahhh!" Yong il stood up and snapped his fingers. "I heard that too! I thought I wat dreaming but eomma wat making that kind of sound when we're sick and she kept calling appa to stop but I heard appa saying um um um like weally cwazy and—"

"YAAAAAH!" Jiyong clamped Yong il's mouth and stiffened a bit. What the hell??? Did the boys really heard them while they were at it??? "It's not appa okay??? That was just a dream!!!" Jiyong told the triplets. "Just a dream, okay???"

"O-kay..." dumbfounded, the three could just look up at him and sit up straight.

"Anyway." he took a deep breath and ruffled their hair. "We're leaving soon. You guys won't have to be scared of those reporters anymore."

"Where are we going, appa?" Yong il asked and Jiyong just smiled.

"Somewhere your mom really loves. Her second home,"

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Loving the breeze and the scene before her, Dara sighed contentedly. It took a while for her husband to follow her wish to stay at the property she bought in a small rural city in the Philippines named Tagaytay, but after all the discussions, she was glad he said yes. Jiyong was really hesitant because he has always been very particular about their safety and not to mention she was going to give birth to their one and only daughter in a place that wasn't really that familiar to him. He has done a few concerts around and was able to get a little tour all thanks to her before when they were still dating but still, he had to send his staff to research about the place they'll be living at in the mean time before finally saying yes.