CHAPTER 172: NEW NEIGHBOR?

"HYUNG, are you crazy?" Garam asked in a tired voice, sighing. "You bought the house next door just to stalk me?"

"I’m not stalking you, Garam-ah."

When Garam glared at Song Sihyuk, the Alpha avoided his gaze as if he were guilty.

"I’m stalking... Gunwoo. It’s our son I want to see and not you."

Haaah.

What bullshit.

"If you want to see our son, you can just call me," Garam said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why did you have to buy the house next to us?"

"Well, I can’t ask you to move in with me."

"What? That’s it?"

"I want to live close to you and Gunwoo, at least," Song Sihyuk said, finally looking at Song Sihyuk again. "Please let me do that. I promise you won’t see me if you don’t want to. I just really want to be in the same neighborhood to make sure you and our son are safe here."

"Hyung, stop being paranoid about our safety."

"It’s not something I can stop, Garam-ah."

Tsk.

This overprotective Alpha...

"You’re crazy, Hyung."

"Isn’t that something you already know before you even married me?"

Garam was annoyed because he couldn’t refute that.

I already know that this Alpha is crazy, and yet I still married him. As a result, he ended up falling in love with me. So, honestly, this is all on me.

"Aren’t you going to invite me inside, Garam-ah?"

"Why would I invite you inside?" Garam asked, scoffing. "I already accepted your rice cakes. Your excuse is over, so go home."

Song Sihyuk clicked his tongue, obviously annoyed. "Can I at least wait until Gunwoo gets here? It’s about time he comes home, right?"

Aigooya.

Garam wasn’t surprised that Song Sihyuk knew their son’s schedule.

After all, I shared our son’s schedule with Hyung.

"I just want to see our son for a moment."

Aigooya.

"Fine. But you can’t stay for long," Garam said while opening the gate wider. "By the way, Dr. Seong sent me a text."

"Why would Seong Kyungmin..." Song Sihyuk trailed off when Garam glared at him, and then he cleared his throat. "I heard he’s back in the country. Did he set an appointment with you?"

"If you already know that, then why are you still getting pissed, Hyung?"

"I’m sorry. My default setting is to be jealous whenever you mention other people, especially if they are Alphas like me..."

"Then go and reboot your system or something."

"Am I a robot?"

"No, but you’re as heartless as one."

"I’m not heartless towards you and Gunwoo."

"Liar," Garam said bluntly. "Have you forgotten how you broke me in the past, Hyung? Do I need to remind you?"

"No, I’m sorry— I misspoke."

Garam was about to berate Song Sihyuk, but he got distracted when he saw his car coming. "Gunwoo is here."

Song Sihyuk didn’t say anything, but he beamed.

Well, at least, Hyung genuinely loves our son.

The car stopped in front of Garam and Song Sihyuk.

Shin Geon came out of the driver’s side, greeting Garam and Song Sihyuk politely before opening the backseat door.

Then Gunwoo got out of the car, beaming at them.

"Dad! Daddy!"

Garam gasped, and Song Sihyuk cursed under his breath when they saw Gunwoo’s condition.

The child looked ragged.

It was obvious that Gunwoo had a fight...

... or was beaten up.

Garam immediately ran to Gunwoo and got down on one knee while inspecting his child from head to toe. "What happened, baby?"

"What happened?" Song Sihyuk asked Shin Geon in a low, cold voice. "Why does my son look like he was beaten up?"

Yeah, that was how Gunwoo looked like.

But the school didn’t contact me...

"The young master had a fight with his friends—"

"They are not my friends!" Gunwoo complained after hearing what Shin Geon had said. "They are bad kids! They bullied my friend for having darker skin! I protected my friend!"

Aigooya.

"You did well protecting your friend, baby," Garam said carefully. Of course, he couldn’t scold his son for doing the right thing. "But let’s treat your wounds first."

Gunwoo’s hair was a mess, and he had scraped his knees.

It’s as if someone pushed my son.

Garam was worried, but he couldn’t overreact because Song Sihyuk was already pissed.

The Alpha’s stinky pheromones were oozing.

"Daddy, you smell bad!" Gunwoo complained, and then the child clung to Garam. "Dad, where’s my spray? I don’t like how Daddy smells!"

Ah, right.

"Let’s get inside first," Garam said while carrying his arms, and then he glared at Song Sihyuk. "Control your pheromones, Hyung."

***

FORTUNATELY, Shin Junho had already come back from picking up Jina from daycare.

Mija, too.

Hence, Shin Junho and Mija treated Gunwoo’s scraped knees.

On the other hand, Garam and Song Sihyuk were with Shin Geon in the dining area, listening to what happened over a cup of coffee.

"The teacher explained to me that the kids pushed Young Master Gunwoo right after the class ended," Shin Geon started with his explanation about what happened. "Apparently, the teacher already made the kids apologize to each other. That’s why she didn’t feel the need to call the parents of the children involved in the fight."

"What the hell? That was irresponsible," Song Sihyuk said, and then he furrowed his brows. "Or is it because the children my son fought with came from prominent families?"

Oho?

Shin Geon nodded. "According to my investigation, the kid who pushed Young Master Gunwoo is the grandson of the mayor of Seoul."

Song Sihyuk scoffed. "How dare a mere grandson of a political family push the future heir of SG Group?"

Aigooya.

Garam could only shake his head.

The chaebols run this country, and even the President himself bows his head to SG Group. So, no wonder Sihyuk Hyung is looking down on the mayor of Seoul.

But that wasn’t the point.

"Are you saying that the teachers in the school took the other children’s side because the ringleader is the grandson of the mayor of Seoul?" Garam asked, clenching his hands tight. "I thought that school was at least fair, since they treat international students well."

"Hierarchy exists in every school attended by the elites of this country," Song Sihyuk said nonchalantly. "Most of the time, teachers fear the children from prominent families."

"Hyung, we’re talking about children here."

"Garam-ah, don’t be naïve. I was already this arrogant when I was Gunwoo’s age because I knew exactly who I was. Most children from wealthy families are raised the way I was raised, so something like this is normal in our world."

"You little monsters," Garam said in disbelief. "I hate it. Should we transfer Gunwoo to a different school? This is why I want our baby to attend an average kindergarten."

"I’ll fix this, Garam-ah," Song Sihyuk promised him. "I’ll talk to the school."

"And what? Tell them that Gunwoo is your son, so Gunwoo climbs to the top of the hierarchy? I don’t want to raise our son like that."

It was really a mistake to enroll Gunwoo in a prestigious school.

I didn’t know kids from wealthy families could be this scary. Just how are their parents raising them for them to already act like they own the world?

"This won’t do," Garam said while shaking his head. "I want to transfer Gunwoo—"

"No, Dad!"

Oh.

It was Gunwoo.

The child had already changed into casual clothes, and his scraped knees had already been cleaned and treated.

"I don’t want to change schools!" Gunwoo said, running to hug Song Sihyuk’s leg while looking up at his Alpha father. "Daddy, I don’t want to transfer! I want to stay with my friends! Please tell Dad not to do it!"

Excuse me?

Garam couldn’t believe that Gunwoo already knew how to ask for Song Sihyuk’s help at times like this!

My son is smart.

"Don’t cry, Gunwoo-ya," Song Sihyuk said, picking up Gunwoo effortlessly. "Son, do you really want to stay in that school? Even after your classmates pushed you?"

"I don’t care about them," Gunwoo said stubbornly. "I want to stay with my friends!"

"But we can’t let you get beaten up again, son."

"Then I’ll win next time!"

"There shouldn’t be a next time," Garam said sternly. "Gunwoo-ya, it’s not good to fight with your classmates."

Gunwoo finally turned to Garam. "It’s okay, Dad. They already apologized!"

"I still want to talk to your teachers," Garam said while crossing his arms over his chest. "I want to remind them to call me if something like this happens again."

***

"DADDY, you’re not having dinner with us?"

Song Sihyuk smiled sadly and shook his head. "Daddy has to work. But, don’t worry, Gunwoo-ya. I live next door now. So, if you want to play with me, you can just go to my house."

Gunwoo beamed. "Really, Daddy? You live in the house next to us?"

"That’s right, son."

"Dad, did you hear that?" Gunwoo turned to Lim Garam with sparkling eyes. "Daddy lives close to us now!"

"I know, baby," Lim Garam said while patting Gunwoo’s head, and then he looked at Song Sihyuk. "Hyung, are you coming with me to my appointment with Dr. Seong tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course," Song Sihyuk said while nodding. "Then we’ll go to Gunwoo’s school after that, right?"

Lim Garam nodded. "Yes, Hyung. Our appointment with Dr. Seong ends right before Gunwoo’s class dismissal, so it’s perfect timing."

"Alright. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then."

Lim Garam just nodded.

Song Sihyuk then bent down his knees to hug Gunwoo. "See you tomorrow, son. Your dad and I will pick you up from school."

"Okay, Daddy!" Gunwoo said, and the child ’whispered.’ "If I fight with the bad kids, I’ll win, Daddy."

Song Sihyuk laughed while Garam scolded both him and Gunwoo.

Ah, I love our little family.

***

WHEN SONG Sihyuk returned to his house, he immediately made a phone call.

And the person that he called?

It was none other than the Seoul Mayor.

I won’t let anyone get away with hurting my one and only son easily.

***

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