It was an autumn day. Far enough from summer to have lost the heat and not close enough to winter to have that bite of cold. The leaves had begun to fall and rain was in the forecast. On Wonwoo's way down the school flat form, he stepped on every crunchy brown leaf, savouring it, knowing after the rain they would be a soggy mess.

"Good morning bro," Vernon, his classmate and a close friend greets him with a fist bump.

"Yow," he replied.

The two leaned on a post, observing new students coming in their school. They had the kind of face that stopped everyone tracks.  Guess they must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked their way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. All the girls in the school fall for either one of them (maybe both). But despite all the opportunity that came, they are not into playing a love game.

"Here she comes," Vernon stated, looking at a certain girl coming from the gate.

Wonwoo followed his gaze on the way to the girl his friend looking at. "A junior high. You know her?"

"Yup. We were schoolmate back in the middle school. But we were not close." Vernon continued following her presence from the good distance, as if he couldn’t find his voice, cheeks flushed hot. His heart pounded in his throat, threatening to break out. The girl's eyes wandered around the crowd, but his, stayed locked on her.

Since that day, Wonwoo noticed a girl that his friend might have a crush on. 2 years later. No one expect  that,that girl, will become Wonwoo's adopted daughter.

The father-daugther is eating dinner made by the daughter. (Y/n) 18 years old, a student in 1st year senior high. Wonwoo, 20 years old, a 3rd year student of the same school. There are only two years difference on their age, yet no one will believe they are already father and daughter in legal papers.

Its been half of an hour, but no one speak up. The silence stretched thinner and thinner, like a balloon blown big, until the temptation to rupture it was too great to resist.

"So..." Wonwoo started. "How's school?"

"Great. How's school?" She replied with the same question.

"The same."

Isn't it sounds new that a daughter ask her father the same thing about going to school?

"My friends and I went to play in karaoke after school, along with some seniors who are in the same section as yours," (y/n) added.

Actually, they are Wonwoo's group of friends and he is actually planned on going out with them: to karaoke. When he heard that (y/n) will attend the hang out, he declined and choose to go home instead. Well, he is confused how to act a proper father in front of his group of friends.

The two finished their meal.

"I'm gonna wash the dishes," (y/n) offered. She stood up and put the plates on the sink.

Wonwoo watches her followed by random thoughts of: "Rather than a father-daugther relationship, aren't we look like a newlywed couple?" Ashamed by his own idea, he shook his reddened face and stood up. "I'll be in my room. Gonna m-make my homework," he stuttered while scratching his nape.

"Sure. But before you go, can you please get the new sponge up there at the cabinet? I couldn't get it."

"Okay."

He stood behind her back, close enough to get their bodies have a little contact. Wonwoo is taller than her, there's nothing to doubt about the height difference. And so, the shadow of him appeared to block her, making her feel small and dependent.

He put his arms around her shoulders, one is leaning on the sink while the other one is up to get the sponge. Little movements in between, there was a gently rubbing of skins. Despite the heaviness in her stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of her body pressed against his. His touch made the kitchen warmer somehow, as their breaths in unison, chests rising and falling against her back. What is this feeling?

"Here," he whispered and put the sponge on the side.

"Thanks," she replied, tilting her head to face him.

They pause, looking into each other’s eyes.

The sounds of water drops from the faucet gets louder,louder and louder, echoing around.

They stare at each other as if no one can escape in each own gazes. She swallow and hold her breath while his eyes search her. He then, bend down,  leaning into her, lips drawing near, and her lips parting to receive them. He stops inches away, his eyes drift down to her lips as though he is savoring the moment. Both hearts beat faster when suddenly...

"I f-forgot to buy something d-dad," (y/n) said after pushing his chest away. She walks to get her jacket and without looking back, she run out of the house.

Wonwoo stood there, frozen and unaware what the hell just happened a moment ago!

"WHAT WAS THAT JEON WONWOO?!"

He leaned on the sink, holding his lips.

"I am her dad for Pete's sake, why did I try to kiss her?"  He mumbled as he brushed his face with both hands.

~Kring kring

A phone call at least helped to calm him, as well as the urge of running into her to explain things. He looked at (y/n)'s cellphone above the table.

"She left her phone. That clumsy kid."  After a sigh, he gets the phone and read the name on the screen. "Sunbae? Who is this sunbae?" He picked up the call, not saying anything like 'hello'.

~"Hello (y/n), this is Vernon."

"Vernon?!" Wonwoo exclaimed in his mind.

~"Sorry for calling you right now. Well ahmmm... Yeah. I just missed your voice. Cheesy right? He he. Hmm, did you had your dinner? I had mine. Ahmm, are you busy? Is it okay to meet you? Argh. Sorry for many questions. I...I can't just believe that we are finally dating. Like damn! I was waiting to ask you out for two long years. I was so happy when you said: 'yes' when I confessed to you at the karaoke place. "

Wonwoo is listening on his phone call, quiet and expressionless.

~"Ahmm hello (y/n)? Are you there?"

"Hello. I am (y/n)'s father. Please break up with my daughter as soon as possible." Then he ended the call.

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A/n: vote and comments are appreciated.