I am 18 years old and an orphan.

"Unnie," (unnie refers to big sister) an eight years old kid with th same name as I, came to asked me: "They said that if I stay nice, there will be someone who'll adopt me. Unnie is a kind person, so why does no one adopt you so far until now?"

Why? Why huh. Well...

I've been living in this orphanage for almost 10 years since my mom left me. To make myself unlikeable, I acted rude to anyone who tried adopting me. I was afraid to leave the place where my mom promised to get me back, so I grew old while hoping that someday, I'll see her smile again.

Mom, I am a grown up now. Why hasn't you come back? Do you forgot our promise? Or worst, did you forget my existence?

"Miss (y/n)."

"Yes?"

"Someone is looking for you."

Looking for me?! What if...!

I dashed out: expecting, hoping and wishing it would be you, Mom. However...

"Good day Ms. (y/n). I am Secretary Lee from Isemi Company. The heir of our company wants to adopt you as his daughter. Will you accept his offer?"

Someone is reaching out his hand and offering me a home; the placed I missed to be at. It must be a miracle.

Mom, I gave up waiting for you. From now on onwards, I will accept the hands of those who'll accept me as their family.

In the next morning, Secretary Lee brought me to the house of my future father. He put my small baggage at the side of the living room and bowed goodbye with a simple: "Feel at home, milady."

Milady? Wow. It feels awkward to be called like that.

After he left, I sat down on the soft white couch and looked around. The house is quite big: on the other side, I saw a billiard room and on the right side, there is a small swimming pool. The TV is big, maybe around 55 inches? There are xbox 360, game consoles, android tv box, massage chair, grand piano, small wines collection room and a robotic vacuum cleaner. Computing them all together, it worth a thousand dollar bills! Woah, he must be really rich!

"Excuse me?"  a man appeared. So I stood up and bowed my head to a man who seems to have the same age as I. Logically speaking, he is handsome: those fox-like eyes, pointed nose and perfect lips are enough to dazed every single girls out there (except me, of course).

Who is he? Is he going to be my brother? Also, I think I saw him somewhere else. He looks familiar.

"Hello. My name is (y/n), 18 years old. The heir of Isemi company adopted me as his daugther. That's why I am here. May I ask, who are you?" I greeted.

"I-I am, ahmmm, well. The thing is..." he stuttered. His face turned pale as if he saw a ghost. "W-Wait a minute. I'll have a short call to Secretary Lee. Just sit down again and relax. Okay? Relax. Relax." Relax huh? He must tell that to himself. That handsome guy went in the kitchen.

After some minutes, he came back. He was scratching his nape while he makes an approach. For some reason, I think he is avoiding my eyes.

"Miss (y/n), there was, uhmmmm, a mistake," he started as soon as he sat down beside me.

"What mistake?"

Finally, he looked into my eyes. "My name is Jeon Wonwoo , the heir of Isemi company." What?! Then, that means he is... "I am the one who wanted to adopt a daughter." Seriously?! "But Secretary Lee made a mistake. It seems that there is a young girl, an eight year-old kid, who has the same name as yours."

"You mean... the kid you supposed to adopt is that kid? Not me?"

"Exactly."

I feel pathetic. I clenched my fists and tried to breathe in. It hurts for some reason, maybe because I got my hopes high.

"Then, I will go now. Sorry for coming here," I apologised. But when I was about to stand up, he pulled my wrist and made me sat again. "Excuse me?" I yanked my hand away.

"I'm sorry miss (y/n). But before you came here, Secretary Lee already put you in the family registration. So basically speaking, since yesterday, you became my daughter. And I decided not to change that."

He will... accept me as his daughter?  Really?

"I know this is rude to ask, but... how old are you?" I questioned.

"I am 20 years old."

Oh God. From now on, I will live with a father who is only 2 years older than me. Does it make sense at all?!

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The long night passed by; it feels a thousand years, I never had a good sleep in my new room.

I am already wearing my school uniform, when I walked out on the way to the kitchen. Oh? Mr.Jeon is not here. Good thing he isn't here because I still find it weird, I mean, our relationship as father and daughter.

I saw a notes on the table. "Good morning miss (y/n). I already left out. Uhmm, there are foods inside the refrigerator. Go have a breakfast. See you later- father."

Father? Pffft. Even in writings, it sounds really weird.

I opened the refrigerator and saw Mcdonald's fried chicken, hamburger and fries. These are not a great breakfast at all. Why did he adopt a daughter if he can't even cook well? The cold burger sucks. Tsk, I think I need to cook breakfast starting tomorrow.

After having my oh so called- 'breakfast', I went out to attend school. Mr. Lee kept on persuading me that he must take me to school as what Mr.Jeon wished. However, I refused it. I don't want my school friends see me riding in that luxurious car.

When I got to my classroom, my friends greeted me, "Goodmorning!"

With a smile, I greeted back, "Good morning."

I always wear a smile in front of my friends. With this smile, it hides that fact that I am an orphan. They thought I came from a well- raised family, little did they know that behind those smile are painful memories.

Since no one knows my real background, I couldn't even share them about my new father. It quite frustrating to keep secrets by myself.

"(y/n), what will you do after school? Some seniors asked us to hang out in karaoke. Do you want to come?" my friend asked me while we are walking on the school hallway after buying breads at the canteen.

"I would like to. But I need to go home right away. I'm sorry."

"Eyyy, there are a lots of hot guys. Come on (y/n), let's go together," the other one said.

"I'm sorry. But my father might--"

"Jeon Wonwoo! Are you going to hang out with us after school? I asked some cute girls from class 2-B to join us in karaoke," this voice came out from somewhere.

I searched where that voice came from, and halted when I saw three guys standing in front of us. There are wearing the same uniform, but based on their id laces, they are our senior. In my surprised, one of them... is my father.

My father... who is two years older than me, is also studying in the same school of mine.

"(y/n)," he called my name, so my friends and his friends exchanged their gazes on us.

"Mr. Jeon," I replied.

"Do you know her?" his friends asked while looking at me.

"Yah, did that famous senior, Jeon Wonwoo, knows you?" my friends whispered.

Famous senior. Ah! That explains why I found him familiar.

"Excuse me guys, but you should go first," Mr. Jeon said, before he grabbed my hand and pulled me somewhere.

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The sky is blue.

We are sitting somewhere in the school while eating some breads.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to look straight on each other face.

In this moment, I can really spell the word: A.W.K.W.A.R.D, the short term for the long phrase: what will I say?

"How's school so far?"  he broke the silence.

"Good. How about you mr. Jeon?" I answered without looking.

"Hmm."

"A father and daughter studying in the same school. Weird right?" I mumbled.

"Hmmm."

"Were you surprised  when you saw me?"

"A little. How about you? Did I surprised you miss (y/n)?"

"A lot, that I almost curse."

"Cursing is bad."

"You are acting like a real father, saying that."

"Well, I'm your father."

"Father huh."

"Hmmm."

Then there goes another moment of silence.

I took a bite on my bread before taking a courage to ask him another question. "Mr.Jeon."

"Hmmm?"

"Why do you want to adopt a daughter?"

"My father is really old. He wants to see his grandchild before he dies. When I told him that I don't want to get married, and that I want to stay single for the rest of my life, we came into the agreement of adopting a child instead."

"Then, you should send me back mr.Jeon. If your father wants a grandchild, he won't like it if you show me, an eighteen years old girl, as your daughter. It is easy to kick me out from the family registry, so why did you accept me? I found it weird."

He set his eyes on me, melting me with his gaze. Then he answers, " I don't know. I really don't know. But when I saw you yesterday, there is one thing that came into my mind: 'Ahh, I want to protect that person's smile'."

He wants to protect my smile? "Mr.Jeon, did you already know me before we met yesterday?"

"Yeah. Since we are studying in the same school, I've been watching you from afar for almost two years. But I guess, you didn't notice it since you never laid your eyes on my direction."

"I think... you accepted me despite of that mistake because of pity? Aren't you? You are just pitying my situation."

"I don't think so. Just like what I've had said, I want to protect your smile. That's all."

Jeon Wonwoo. This guy who is two years older than me speaks cold, acts cold and has an expression I couldn't read. But... he maybe is a  kind hearted man.

He took a bite on his bread. And with some bread crumbs on his face, he said, "You should not call me 'Mr.Jeon'. Why don't you try calling me in father terms? Especially when there are only two of us together."

"Daddy."

"H-Huh?"

I leaned closer and looked at his reddened face for about an inch away. "Should I call you 'daddy'?"

He gulped with his eyes wide opened. "S-Sure, m-my daugther."

"Daddy, there is bread crumb on your face."

"What?"

"Let me wipe it for you," I offered. Then I wiped his face using my right hand. "There. It is all clean." I smiled at him, the sweetest smile I can offer.

He blinked. He froze there like a statue. I can't even feel his breath. What happened?

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Suddenly, he cupped my cheeks, leaned closer, and KISS MY FOREHEAD!

W-Wait. What was that?!

With my eyes wide opened, I moved away and touched my forehead. "W-Why did you kiss my forehead?"

And his answers are, "I just found my daughter cute. Ahem. And the kiss, uhmm, it is a cheering kiss. Like, ha-ha, fighting! My daugther. Okay. Then. See yah later. Bye."  And then, he ran away.

Just when I was about to accept him fully as my dad, he suddenly makes my heart skipped a beat. Can I really be his daughter?

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