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? Butterfly ?

"Beomgyu! Come inside or your dad's gonna eat all the teokkboki" He heared his mom warned.

"Oh no! My precious teokkbokiiiii" He whined before glancing the butterfly on his palms.

Since he can't just let his teokkboki being devoured by his Dad, he decided to bring the butterfly with him.

♡

After he was done he quickly entered his room and a sigh of relief escaped his mouth when he saw the butterfly was still in the clear container.

"Hey buddy..." He started, approaching the butterfly and took it out gently and carefully then placed it on the table.

The butterfly moved a little before trying to move its wings, "Gosh, I thought you died there for a second" Beomgyu said as he observed the butterfly that's crawling on the table.

Beomgyu got startled when he heard his door creaked, "Beom, you didn't drink your milk--is that a butterfly?" Mr. Choi said and went near him.

Beomgyu sighed before explaining everything. Good thing his dad reacted in a good way unlike what he expected; forcing him to throw away the butterfly or much worse, squash it like what his friends wanted to do.

"Just take care of it and don't force it to fly" Mr. Choi adviced and left not before saying, "And drink your milk or your mom will nag us again" He remind jokingly which received a chuckle from his son.

After Beomgyu was officially done he went to have a conversation with the butterfly. "Don't worry buddy! I'll take care of you until you're all fixed up!" He exclaimed happily. "I should name you though... " He started rubbing his chin while thinking.

"Your a butterfly... so butt? Ew, no. What about... Nah, I'll just call you butterfly" He snickered "But then, you can't fly! You can't be called a butterfly if you can't fly!" He exclaimed.

"What about butter?" He asked thinking the butterfly will answer. "Buttter is good... for food" He chuckled.

"I'm just gonna think for a name tomorrow okay? Is that good for you buddy?" He asked as if he was having a conversation with a baby. "In the mean time I'll call you butter! Since you can't fly~" He teased.

♡

Beomgyu is now eating breakfast with butter besides him inside the clear container; which Beomgyu considered it as butter's home.

"Honey! Butter can't eat nor drink that!" Beomgyu's mom alarmed as she witnessed her son was about to pour the bowl cereal inside butter's so-called home.

"Why?" Beomgyu asked innocently. "Is it because this cereal has butter? Oh my god--butter I'm so sorry for making you eat your own kind!" Beomgyu apologized while bowing down to butter while his parents are preventing themselves from laughing.

His dad then plucked out flowers from their backyard and slid it in the container.

Mrs. Choi cleared her throat which caught both of his and his dad's attention. "Aren't you going to change butter's name?" She asked.

"Making names are hardhhhh" Beomgyu complained with a pout which made both of his parents look at him in awe.

"Why don't you use your cereal?" Mr. Choi suggested since Beomgyu's cereal were shaped as letters.

"Dad! Your a genius!" Beomgyu praised as Mr. Choi was satisfied by the compliment and made a boasting look for Mrs. Choi who just rolled her eyes because of her husband's behaviour.