Parental Guidance | Minsung One-Shot ?

So....
This is the last part to Parental Guidance...
I'm sorry if it's so long, I didn't want to divide it into two parts because one of them would be too short that I'd have to write more + there was no way I could cut this chapter that would feel natural. So I opted to just using a lot of chapter breaks.

I also tried to tie up any loose ends and finally end this four part one shot bc it was taking too much of my mind that I couldn't focus on my other books :/

But it was enjoyable while it lasted <3

Anyway, enough of me talking, enjoy <333

-Ly <3

P.S. Yes the title correlates to Day6's When you Love Someone :(( The song just fits with this chapter so well :((( </3

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It's not that Minho was scared.

He was terrified.

Out of all his years of teaching, he never thought a second-grader, barely seven years old, would intimidate him so much.

"Why do you like my dad?"

He's worked with children since high school, for fuck's sake! Surely, he's had enough experience for this... Actually, what the hell was he supposed to do in this damn situation?? He didn't think any handbook ever assessed this. No guide could ever handle whatever the hell he considered this was.

Younghee, sitting across from him, swinging her legs as she ate her lunch. What was it? Some fried rice and pork with a side of gimbap and a small container of watermelon cut out into little bite-sized hearts. There was a post-it stuck onto the table beside Younghee's small hand, a colorful note that Jisung always stuck to her lunchbox with her name written in rushed Korean characters and a heart.

She ate slowly, never rushing her food unlike most of the kids so they could have more time to play; Younghee was the opposite. Minho gets it though. Jisung's cooking was nothing near a masterpiece, but there was a feeling of domesticity and love that always enhanced the flavor of whatever he cooked for the people he so cared about. There was just something special about the way it was always home cooked, in the morning before Jisung went to work.

When Younghee's eyes flicker up at a lack of an answer on Minho's part, the teacher immediately perks up, eyes wide.

God, this felt more like an interrogation more than anything. As if Minho was just accused of murder.

"I- I—" Minho stammers, fumbling with his fingers as Younghee arched an eyebrow. "I- I don't know—I just like him."

While kissing Jisung was definitely nice, and makes Minho lightheaded whenever the thought of it, he also couldn't accept the fact that Younghee walked in on Minho and Jisung kissing. He knows that the girl was old enough to handle it and the two weren't exactly doing anything provocative...

But under her stare they might as well be!

Minho remember how horrified Jisung had been to learn his daughter just saw her dad and her teacher kissing. Horrified enough for him to kick the older out. While Minho was already on the way out anyway, it still hurt to be rejected. Somewhat. He still didn't understand if he was truly rejected or not.

But it scared him to be confronted like this. He thought Younghee would just forget about it as Jisung told Minho to. And of course, the day after, Minho and Younghee pretended that nothing ever happened, the following days following the same formula.