Make It Right -•heejake au•-

thirty two

Saturday, 3:43pm.

"Are you sure?"

Heeseung nodded.

"Okay, I understand," the director, Heeseung's boss said. "I was just confused because the first time you came here you said you really needed this job."

Heeseung scratched the back of his head.

"Having better changes in your life, I guess," the director speaks again. "If you do have good pieces, don't hesitate to come here in your free time. I will make sure to save a slot for you to be part of my team after your graduation. Good luck with your education, young boy."

"Thanks, I guess..."

"Okay, you may go now. Good job with the recording so far, you really have a nice voice and has a potential to be a good singer."

Heeseung shakes his head, "I'd better be in the directing team."

"Maybe you'll change your mind in the future, be one of our talents."

Heeseung politely declines as he stood up. Saying his final goodbye with his boss, deciding he'll stop doing part time and will focus back on his study starting next semester.

He then left the studio after. He went back to the boarding house ti change his clothes to something warmer, having a feeling that the first snowfall may happen any moment now.

Heeseung made sure he looks great, of course. He will be meeting Jake later.

It was already 4:30pm when Heeseung walked back to the open court. He used a different longer route to get there, passing by a flowershop and buying three roses.

He was ready.

He made it to the open court two hours early. He sat and waited patiently, hoping Jake will arrive sooner than 7pm. He imagined all the possible things that may happen later until he felt bored. He pulled out his phone to look at the time, however plenty of missed calls from the same name greeted him.

7 missed calls from Wifey❤️

From: Wifey❤️
"Heeseung."
"Come pick us up."
"Please."

Without any second thoughts, Heeseung left the open court to come to Sana.

+++

Sana turned the stove off even though knowing the meat isn't cook well enough yet. She quickly removed her apron and ran up the stairs after hearing Sunoo's loud cry.

She took a left turn and stopped in front of his younger brother's room. The door was open wide and Sana barged in, coming to a view of Sunoo being cornered between the walls and his bed. He was crying, holding his bleeding nose up yet his eyes kept a brave glare towards the person standing before him.

"Come forward and touch me again, I swear," Sunoo speaks.

"You're brave now that you've managed to contact her?"

Sunoo laughs, "I've always been brave, it's just fun staying with you and test your patience. Hoping you'll get tired of me and throw me out. But that didn't happen because of your selfishness—"

"Speak one more word and—"

"And what? I don't care— ahh—!"

"Sunoo!" Sana came to the rescue, pulling her father off the younger boy, pushing him away before protecting Sunoo behind her.

"Dad," Sana nervously looks up to their father. "What's happening?"

"What's happening?" The older man asked. "That son of a bitch contacted her! I don't know what did he told her but my lawyer received paperworks!"