MAYBE GARAM was partly at fault, too.
I settled for less because I was too tired to resist Sihyuk Hyung.
But, to be fair, going back together with Song Sihyuk wasn’t really "settling for less."
A chaebol.
A Hyper-Dominant Alpha.
Tall, handsome, built like a fridge.
A good provider.
A doting father.
A very obsessed lover.
Well, yeah, Song Sihyuk could really be controlling sometimes.
But Hyung had never laid a hand on me.
Wow.
Look at me— defending the man who ruined my career because he wants me all to himself.
Well, the truth was, Garam had already forgiven Song Sihyuk about it.
I love Gunwoo more than I loved my career, after all.
"Dad, it’s time for dinner!"
Garam smiled when he heard his son’s voice from the other side of the door.
"Come in, baby."
Song Gunwoo wanted to eat at the hotel’s restaurant, so Garam dressed for the occasion.
He wanted to dress his son as well, but Song Gunwoo said he wanted his Alpha father to do it for him.
My baby stuck to Sihyuk Hyung like glue all day.
"Dad, are you ready?"
"Yes, I’m ready to go..."
Hmm?
Garam trailed off when he saw Song Gunwoo’s outfit: a white dress shirt with a bow tie, shorts, leather shoes, and high socks.
Plus, his son was holding what seemed like a menu?
"Baby, why are you dressed like a, uhm, waiter?"
"Because I am!" Song Gunwoo answered excitedly, and then he grabbed Garam’s hand. "Let’s go, Dad!"
Huh?
Garam let his son drag him to the beautiful balcony of the penthouse.
As expected, Song Sihyuk— who looked so dashing in his tailored black dinner suit— was already waiting there...
... while holding a bouquet of red roses.
How cliché.
Hyung is probably going to propose to me.
The romantic candlelight dinner setting behind Song Sihyuk made it obvious.
I’m glad I dressed up a little.
"So, we’re not eating out?" Garam asked his son playfully. "I thought you wanted to eat at the restaurant, baby."
"The restaurant is here, Dad!" Song Gunwoo said, smiling from ear to ear. "Daddy cooked our dinner for tonight!"
"Did you plan this with your daddy?"
"I planned everything, Dad!"
"That’s true," Song Sihyuk said while nodding. "Everything is our Gunwoo’s idea— the surprise dinner, the flowers, my outfit."
"I thought so."
After all, Song Sihyuk wasn’t that romantic to prepare a cheesy candle light dinner.
"For you, Garam-ah."
"Thank you, Hyung," Garam said when he accepted the bouquet of red roses, and then he smiled and leaned down to kiss Song Gunwoo on the cheek. "Thank you for planning this beautiful surprise, baby."
"Where’s my kiss, Garam-ah?"
Garam ignored Song Sihyuk’s whining because he was focused on his son.
Song Gunwoo’s face beamed with pride. "You’re welcome, Dad! Are you happy?"
"I am happy," Garam said. And, yes, he was genuinely happy. His happiness may not be as loud as it was, but he was still very much content with his life. "You make me happy, Gunwoo-ya."
Ah, it’s time.

Is my son holding an expensive camera?
Like he’d die if I said ’no.’
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