"PAPA, are you okay?"
Wonyoung stopped 'daydreaming' when he heard Yun Yuhyun's worried voice.
When he snapped out of whatever trance he had suddenly gotten into, he was surprised when he saw his son about to touch his forehead.
He knew that Yun Yuhyun meant no harm.
But fear suddenly crept throughout Wonyoung's system.
The next thing he knew, he had already slapped Yun Yuhyun's hand.
It wasn't a hard slap— it didn't even make a sound. Actually, it was more like he just pushed his son's hand away from him.
Even so, it didn't change the fact that he rejected the child's touch.
Oh.
"I'm sorry, Papa," Yun Yuhyun said. The child looked a bit upset and hurt, the latter being more evident. "I was just trying to wipe your sweat."
Wonyoung wanted to say that Yun Yuhyun didn't have to apologize, that he was the one who made a mistake.
But his son had already run out of the room.
Haaah.
Damn it.
