"Kooks, Hani runs towards Jungkook. Why are you late today, buddy?"

"I went to church for praying. Where is hyung?" Kooki asked.

"He has a football match today. Did you join the music class?"

"No." The boy looks down with a pout. "I don't want."

"Come on, join the class, buddy. When you perform in the arts day, your momma is going to be proud and amazed," Hani said.

"Isn't it, Noona?" Jungkook looks at her with his doe eyes. "He will do anything to make his momma happy."

"Yes." Hani holds his hand and walks to the music teacher.

"So, little Kooki wants to study music." The teacher smiles at him.

"I want to study volilin." Jungkook chirps.

"You mean violin."

"Ha... Volin," Jungkook said.

The teacher and Hani laughed. "I will teach you volin, Kooki. Join from tomorrow," the teacher said to him.

"Oki." Jungkook smiles, showing his beautiful little dimples....

***********

"Money is not a problem at all. I want a seat for the next academic year. Thank you." Jin cuts the call and shows a brochure to Joon.

"Saint International School," Joon reads.

"I already booked a seat for Jimin. Their education, facilities, everything seems nice." Jin said ...

"A boarding school for a 3-year-old child!" Namjoon laughs. "Sorry, I won't send my child."

"What? Come on, it's all about his future. He needs better education," Jin insists.

"No. You want to tell your colleagues that my son is studying in the most expensive school," Namjoon says. "I won't send my child anywhere. That's all."

"I am his mother; I know what's better for him," Jin stares at Joon.

"Really? Then what's his favorite food?" Joon asks with a smirk.

"Isn't that important?" Jin nods.

"Of course, you should know at least what your child wants to eat. Please, I will take care of him."

"What's happening here?" Jin's mother enters their bedroom without knocking. "What is it, Jin?" she asks.

"Nothing, Mom. Sir doesn't want his child to get better."

"Namjoon," she calls him. "I requested a seat from my friend for this school, and you are..."

But Namjoon has already left the room. Jin's mother also lives with them. Namjoon walks down and sees his mother feeding Jimin.

"Good morning, Mom."

"Good moning, Dada," Jimin says with a big smile. His whole face is covered with food. Joon kisses those chubby cheeks.

"I am going, Mom," Namjoon says.

"Have breakfast," she suggests.

"I'm not hungry. Bye, baby." He walks outside.

She just stares at her child. "I don't remember when I saw him smile last," she says.

Mr. Kim looks at her. She was right. Maybe it's been months or years since that man has shown any happiness, except for his child

"Did he go?" Jin sits on a chair. His mother does too.

"Why aren't you eating yourself, baby?" Jin asks his child.

"Chimmy is lithi baby," he says.

"It's 'little,'" Jin's mother corrects the child .

im. "I think we need to give him speech therapy," she says to her son.

"Do you really think a three-year-old child will do speeches like Martin Luther King?" Kim Shiyuk asks her.

"You don't have children, so how do you know what a child needs? Your nephew is just like you," Jin's mother shouts at Shiyuk. Then an uncomfortable silence falls there. The woman started living with them two years ago after her husband's death. Since that day, a once-happy family became a broken mirror.... Mr. Kim gets up leave place without having anything... Shiyuk also goes behind his brother... Mrs. Kim carry the child and walks to kitchen...

They are going to spoil our child... Jin's mother said to him.... You should more careful about it...

I will... Jin nod his head...

***************

Jungkook copies everything the teacher writes on the board, but when he remembers the music class, a small smile appears on his lips. He imagines himself in front of a loud crowd, playing the violin.

"Jungkook, why are you smiling alone?" the teacher asks.

"Nothing... sorry," he says shyly.

"So, guys, hope you don't forget about the parents meeting. It's on next Monday," the teacher reminds.

"Yes," the students chirp.

Jungkook gulps. If the teachers say anything bad about him, his momma will punish him. Last month, his momma made him stand in the corner for three hours for fighting with a boy. "Why  my momma like this? I should go to church and light lots of candles. God, please help me."