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"kim doyoung, don't test me..."

"yes, I know mom"

"i said you should check out the mall if anything's wrong with it. The facilities and--"

"*sigh* yeah yeah okay mom. I'm gonna check it out first thing in the morning" doyoung sighed in defeat.

"and remember to visit us in our house once in a while. I want us to have dinner together " his mother said sweetly.

"of course mom. Is monday okay for you?" doyoung asked. We can't resist our mothers, yeah?

"Of course! Im excited. okay okay i'll hang up now" Mrs. Kim hunged up the call.

toot.toot.

"Peace at last" doyoung said.

the word tired perfectly fits him and it's because of the countless paperworks he have worked on these past few days at his parents' com-- no scratch that, his company.

At the age 16, his father handed him his position and let him run their company. He haven't enjoyed his highschool and college days.

Now that he's already 23, he wants to settle down and spend time with a loved one.

But all of these work is stressing him out. He can't go out or have a date scheduled whatsoever.

He hasn't found his significant one yet and being in the office all day can't help either.

He cleared his mind and laid down in his bed immediately sleeping with his suit on.












The alarm he set on his phone waked the hell up of doyoung. He then decided to go the bathroom already and shower for he needs to be early in the mall.

A v neck shirt and pants should be fine, he thought. He's just going to visit the mall after all and do business again, yey! (not)

Might as well roam around to supervise-- and treat himself to lunch. It's a rest day afterall. Glancing at the clock, he hurried down the stairs.

He unlocked his car and jumped on the driver's seat. He searched for a good song to accompany him while driving.

"Yestoday? Not bad. The vocals are lit" He drove to the mall while humming to the ncity song.










He entered the mall. Keys on his hand, he walked by the employees who were greeting him goodmorning.

'So the mall is already open at this time ' he glanced at his watch.

He nodded to them, ignoring their presence. He started roaming on the first floor when something-- or someone has caught his attention  He saw a child not far away, holding her tears while holding a teddy bear.

He melted at the sight because she's freakin' cute, but ran closer to her to know what happened.

"Hey, baby girl. Can you tell uncle what's wrong?" he asked the child and she looked at doyoung.

The child bawled her eyes out, letting out tears she've been holding back.

"I-- *sniff* my aunt suddenly *sniff* disappeared. I just wa-wanted to check out the puppies, but she-- wahhhh!" the child continued to cry.

Doyoung don't know what to do. He tried calming the child but her cries grew louder. People who were passing by noticed the situation, not a single help was offered. Instead he heard whispers from them.

"*whisper* he can't even calm his own child, what an irresponsible father he is."

"Wtf they sayi--" he was interrupted by a girl in her early 20s looking really relieved.

The child approached the girl with a smile on her face and hugged her really tight. A lady in her 30s came running.

"belle! thank god you're safe. I've been looking for you everywere. Aunt is sorry."
The older lady said. She then turned to doyoung and bowed infront of him as a sign of gratitude.

"Thank you for keeping belle company for a short time. I don't know what I'll do if you didn't found her" she added.

Doyoung asked "So i'm assuming she's the mom right?" looking at the girl who belle is hugging.

"Ah yes, yes. She had belle early and have some problems to take care of so I'm helping her raise the child. We better go now. Thank you again!" the lady explained.

Doyoung looked at his watch. Shit, that's why my stomach is growling. Doyoung looked one last time and said "no problem".

He started walking away from them when someone bumped into him.

He helped the person up and was shocked when he saw a familiar face.


Him again?

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