Taeyeon's POV

"Girls! Let's go!" They obeyed their leader and went to their practice room to practice for their song, Catch Me If You Can.

"5, 6, 7, 8!" They went through the steps again and again until Taeyeon thinks they perfected it before dismissing them.

"Taeyeon! Your phone is ringing! It's your mom." Tiffany called out for Taeyeon and she passed the phone to her.

"Ne, eomma? What is it?" Taeyeon was startled by her mom's loud exciting voice.

"My boyfriend and his son is here. So come back now." And with that her mom hung up on her.

Taeyeon was so surprised that she dropped her phone.

"Mom's gonna marry someone... Aish how can I forget!?" Taeyeon told Tiffany.

"What?! I thought..." Tiffany started saying stuff in English.

"I have to get back asap to see the situation." Taeyeon ran off before Tiffany could say anything else.

Taeyeon ran all the way back home and unlocked the door.

"Eomma! Eomma! Eomma?" She shouted for her mom desperately.

"Taeyeon! My child! You're back!" Her mom greeted her.

"Mom, what is going on? Why are they here? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Taeyeon asked.

"Come to the living room. I'll explain to you later. Meet your future family." Her mom dragged her to the living.

The moment Taeyeon saw the father and son sitting at the living room, her face paled.

"Mr Byun Min Hyun, is my boyfriend and your future father. His son, Byun Baek Hyun studies at your school. Do you two know each other?" Her mom smiled as she hugged Mr Byun.

"Please leave." I curtly told them.

"What are saying Taeyeon. Watch your tone."

"If you're not leaving, I'll leave." Taeyeon turned around and left.

"I'll go and... talk to her.." Baekhyun awkwardly excused himself.

"What are you doing, Kim Tae Yeon?" Baekhyun asked.

"I should be the one asking you. Why are you in my house?" She asked in a scary tone.

"What? You think I want it? Your mom told me her daughter was a nice and kind girl but it turns out to be you and honestly I never thought you were so nice." He pocketed his hands.

"I can't believe it's you. I am nice, only to people who deserves it. You know, I would gladly welcome my mom's boyfriend but because it's your dad and you I'm not agreeing to it." Taeyeon countered.

"I'm going back in." Taeyeon went back in and went straight for her room.

"Eomma... Must it be him?" Taeyeon sobbed.

Baekhyun's POV

Aish what is with that girl? You think I wanted their marriage to happen? If you weren't the daughter I would be happier than seeing your face every morning.

"Baekhyun, let's go." Dad called and I went into the car.

"When are you getting married?" I asked as Dad drove.

"In a week."

"That's fast."

"Yea."

And that was the end of the conversation.

That was how we always spoke ever since the day Mom died. People always think we are very close, but in actual fact we aren't. 

As soon as I reach home, I ran up to my room and slammed my door shut.

The news actually came in the middle of practice. I wanted to punch my dad's face so badly when he mentioned that he was going to marry another lady.

I hate it. I want to oppose it.

But I don't seem to have the right.

I took the photo frame with a picture of me and mom after I won a gold medal in a hapkido competition, the same day she died. I looked at it and brushed a fingertip over my mom's beautiful face.

"Eomma... I miss you so much... I hate appa. He's so mean. Appa's mean. I don't understand him. He's so weird. Eomma... I want you to be here. I don't want a new eomma. I only want eomma. Eomma.." I let a few tears fall as I hugged the frame in my arms.

"Eomma... My heart hurts.. I just want eomma..." I cried out as the pain in my heart increased. I dropped the frame trying to find my medication in the drawer, the glass cracking.

"Baekhyun!" Dad came in the moment he heard something breaking.

"Baekhyun breathe." Dad instructed.

"I c-can't..." My words were constricted and airy. Dad fumbled through the drawer and finally found my medicine. He took one and popped into my mouth. I painfully swallowed it and rubbed my heart.

"Get some rest." He made me lie on my bed and I willingly fell asleep.

"Poor boy..." Dad picked up the broken frame and cleaned up the mess.

"I'm sorry..."