Jaehyun stares at his reflection for the nth time after his nth change of outfit, repeating his conversation with his son over the phone in his head. “Is Chaehyun even sure my son is just six? Or five? Whatever,” he mumbles under his breath, deciding to change from the sunshine yellow sweater he’s wearing to a light blue one. “He could be twelve, for all I know,” Jaehyun continues to ramble on, changing his dark blue jeans into a pair of light gray. “But, then I’d have to be fourteen or younger when I made him and I didn’t even like girls when I was that age.”
Chanhyun could only tell him so much when they were on the phone since daddy Park was just right next to him. But as far as Jaehyun knows, they’re supposed to meet this morning and dine out to talk about some things before he tak
