Grey Sweater

Grey Sweater
Collapse of the Wall of Discord~Sincerity Never Expects Rewards


Yoon-gi walks over to Hana.


The girl was still sitting quietly holding the elbow of her injured hand.


"You really met Namjoon ?" Yoon-gi crouched down in front of her youngest sister.


"Master Teacher gave me a ride home !" hana replied with a fixed position.


The man stood up again and opened his desk drawer.


"Don't mind Jihyo's words !"


"He was like that ..." Yoongi spoke again as he opened the medicine box he was carrying.


Hana remained silent not responding to the words of the Big Brother before she finally hissed withstanding the pain as Yoon-gi slowly touched her elbow.


"Sleep now !" The man stared warmly at Hana's bead eyes.


While Hana, the girl did not say a word.


He just passed from his brother's room.


That morning, Mrs Kim's emotions peaked when she found a message on her phone.


His eyes were wide as if he did not want to believe what he saw.


That's what made him rush to visit Namjoon's apartment with a burning anger.


A slap of light fell on Namjoon's cheek as soon as he appeared before his mother.


"You really are outrageous Namjoon !!!"


Mrs Kim said as she charged in.


"Are you really not thinking of Mom as your Mom anymore ?"


"What do you mean by mother ?"


"I don't understand Mom !" the man looked confused.


"It's !" Mrs Kim thrust her phone and showed a picture of Namjoon holding Hana.


"What did Jihyo send this to Mom ?" namjoon said with a suspicious face.


"It doesn't matter who sent it to Mom !!"


"You refuse to see Mom and your future wife for this selfless girl ??" Madam Kim shouted with her raucous voice.


Namjoon just kept silent not wanting to respond to his mother's sentence.


"Mommy really doesn't understand your way of mind Joon ?!"


"Do you want to make Mom go fast ?"


"What did you say ?" Namjoon did not believe the words that his mother had spoken.


"You prefer that girl, don't you, Joon ?"


"It's okay ..."


"Mother .. please don't say that, ma'am."


"Forget the struggle of Mom to raise you alone from little Joon."


"Mother is giving up now .." Madam Kim's crying voice began to be heard.


"Mom just wants to choose the best for your future Namjoon !"


Namjoon returns silent not knowing what he should do to calm his mother, before he finally decides to hug her.


"Try to get to know Jihyo further Joon."


"Mother please ..." Lady Kim still sobbed in her son's arms.


"Namjoon will try it, ma'am."


"But please I need time for all that .." the man in the dimple said softly.


"Frequently meet and take Jihyo both ways."


"Mom sure that feeling will grow for a long time !" Mrs Kim spoke softly again.


Namjoon remained silent, the man sighed and mentioned Hana's name in the recesses of his heart.


So long thought Taehyung finally decided to return to his home.


The man wants to repair his relationship with his father.


"At least Master is back for Father Master !" the words of Hana always ring in Taehyung's ears.


"You're right Hana,"


"My father doesn't always hate what I did in the past" Taehyung said in his heart.


The man also seemed to smile considering Hana.


"Aaaaagghhhw ... Why do I miss you so much !?" Taehyung spoke alone again.


"Who do you miss my son ?" Mr. Kim seemed to smile watching the Son.


"Dad ?" Taehyung was aghast toward his father who was standing at the door of the room.


"Since when have you been standing here ?" the man looked embarrassed and scratched his ear.


"Since you smiled alone Tae."


"Who are you thinking about ?" Mr. Kim sat on the bed stroking his son's shoulders.


"That's ..."


"There's a girl who makes me like this Dad !" an alluring smile from Taehyung's lips was again visible.


"You have Tae's girlfriend ?" the father again asked with great caution.


"Dad often heard you had a lot of girlfriends."


"Which woman didn't go crazy when she saw this handsome father's son ?" Taehyung responded to his father's words with a half laugh.


"But He is different ..." Taehyung stared at the ceiling of his room, raising his head while imagining Hana's face.


"He just threw me out every time we met."


"That girl is totally oblivious to your son's good looks Dad."


"That makes me even more curious about her ..." Taehyung looks enthusiastic about telling the figure of Hana to his father.


"really ?"


"So you've always intended to meet her ?" Mr. Kim was no less enthusiastic about listening to Taehyung's story at length.


"Sure ..."


"I have to thank him !"


"Because of her worries I can always overcome now."


"Did you meet him at the Club ?" Mr. Kim asked again by looking at the happy face of the Son.


"No Dad ..."


"There's no girl like her at the Club tonight," the man refuted his father's question.


"She's a very simple girl !" again the charming smile did not fade from the lips of the handsome man.


The relationship between Father and Son that had been tenuous now seemed to begin to intertwine a little tightly.


Mrs Kim paid a long visit at Namjoon's apartment.


The middle-aged woman spoke a lot and advised Namjoon.


"When will you be back at Joon's house soon ?"


"Your sister seems to have decided to return in the near future !" Lady Kim again persuaded the son.


"I'll think about it later Mother ..."


"I'm still comfortable living alone," Namjoon turned his gaze away from his mother.


"Don't you ever say if your sister comes back, you'll come back too ?"


"The house would feel complete if Kim's two sons were on the same roof" the madam smiled happily.


"Bus ... Mr Kim's son is Taehyung !?"


"I was just hitchhiking there, ma'am" Namjoon interrupted his mother's sentence.


"What do you mean Joon ?"


"You are also the son of Mr. Kim."


"Remember that, son !!" Mrs Kim remains on her feet.


"Mother ..."


"Please don't be like this."


"Don't just because of power, Mom turned into a woman Namjoon doesn't know !" Namjoon seemed to beg and clasped his mother's hand.


"Namjoon did not expect to participate in the company at all."


"More of me is also not interested in managing shares in the company !"


"Because it's not Namjoon Bu's right ..."


"Taehyung had time to leave the house because Taehyung was right to be angry !!"


"I don't want all the mistakes of the past to repeat themselves ..."


"Taehyung went away hating me,"


"It makes me live my life unsettled, Mom."


"Protection always comes to my mind."


Madam Kim froze silently hearing all the words that came out of Namjoon's mouth.


"I'm Hwang Namjoon, not Kim Namjoon."


"I also miss my father Ma'am ..."


"I want to be able to hug her like I used to," Namjoon bowed to recall the past.


"Forget It Joon !!" the middle-aged woman raised her voice again.


"Don't remember that irresponsible man again !"


"Mom didn't even want to hear her name called back !!" Mrs Kim said with a face that was so upset.


Lady Kim entered her magnificent residence lethargic.


He thought a little about the words of his son, Namjoon.


The look on his face changed when his eyes found that the stepson was in his house.


"How are you, stepmother ?" sapa Taehyung surprises his stepmother.


"What are you doing here, bad boy ?" the woman stared intently at her stepson.


"What do you mean ?"


"This is my home, I am free to come and go as I please in this house !?" Taehyung said casually but looked resolute.


Madam Kim sighed harshly,


"Did your father ask you to come here ?"


Taehyung shook his head, though,


"I'm back on my own free will !!"


"Why ?"


"Are you scared ?"


"What's my reason for being afraid of a snot kid like you Tae ?" he said by showing a small smile.


"Don't you want my father's power ?"


"I'm back, and your existence will be even more meaningless if I enter the company !"


"Isn't that so Madam ??"


Taehyung smiled again because he managed to make the silence of his stepmother.


"Have you met ?" Mr. Kim suddenly appeared between the two.


"Of course Dad, I just said hello to you, I'm connecting this ..."


"He's been very kind to clean my room every day !"


"Yes, Miss ..." Taehyung glanced back and smiled at his mother.


"Of course .." replied Mrs Kim with a slight stammer.


"However, I miss my son this one dear !" nyoya Kim approached her husband.


"I'll have dinner ready for you, after cleaning up !" Lady Kim passed by to her room.


Hana walked so leisurely that morning,


The streets seem empty.


Some materials needs he had managed to get faster than the estimated time.


"Do I have to stop by the department store ?" mumble it slowly.


His attenuation was sidetracked when he saw the middle-aged man clutching his chest as well as moaning in pain.


Without a second thought Hana crossed over to get to him.


"Sir."


"Are you okay ?"


"No kid, please take me to the hospital ?" the man said with an irregular breath and gasped.


"Alright Mr. .." Hana frantically led the middle-aged man and stopped one of the passing taxis.


"Sir please go to the nearest hospital !" Hana asks the taxi driver to drive to his destination.


"I don't think I'm a stranger to this guy, but who ?" Hana thinks and daydreams so sitting in a taxi.


The increasingly irregular breathing of the middle-aged man instantly resuscitated Hana's daydream.


"Sir is there someone from the Master's family I can call ?" Hana tried to ask for information.


The man reached into his pocket and gave his cell phone to Hana.


"Please call my son Nak .." the man responded in a weak voice almost inaudible.


Hana immediately checked the call history, though,


Without hesitation he contacted the contact on behalf of the "Handsome Son".


"Good morning, sir," Hana spoke immediately as the owner of the number raised the call.


"Sir, Your father is with Me now and on his way to the hospital,"


"I found Father Sir in pain and difficulty breathing by the roadside."


"So please you come to the hospital, for the hospital address I will send by message ..."


"Allah ... I'll be ready now !?"


taehyung replied in a bit of panic.


"Thank you ... !" Hana ended the call unilaterally.


"Who's with Dad ?"


"Why am I not so foreign to her voice ?" the man was stunned to hear the voice of the woman who had just contacted him.


Not long after the phone is back on display a notification message from the number of the father.


Taehyung rushes to get the car keys and goes out to find his father.


"I'm Sorry Sister ..."


"I can't accompany the patient any longer" Hana handed the middle-aged man to the hospital nurse and left.


Actually, he wanted to wait a little longer


But he remembered the groceries he left in front of one of the shops on the side of the road.


"Hopefully his son will come soon !" muttered Hana and passed away.


Taehyung immediately ran to the information center to meet his father's whereabouts.


Until finally she was directed a nurse to the nursery that was occupied by the Father.


"Dad ..." Taehyung was relieved to see his father who had received treatment from a doctor.


He looked at the old man in front of him.


A little regret came through him.


"Sorry Dad, if all this time I've always made you think hard ..."


"I'll take care of you from now on !?" Taehyung touched gently and clasped his father's hand which still looked weak and closed his eyes.


Hana smiled with relief at all the groceries that were still intact where she left them.


"Belgium ... I'm lucky !!" the girl smiled and continued her steps to return home.


Over a few hours Mr. Kim finally opened his eyes and regained his consciousness.


"Dad all right ?" Taehyung was surprised to approach his father.


Mr. Kim just nodded his head.


"Why are you traveling alone ?"


"You should have told me, I can take you to Daddy !" Taehyung looked so disappointed and anxious because of his father's actions.


"I'm sorry Tae's father ..."


"Dad was indeed careless this time," Mr. Kim smiled happily as Taehyung looked so worried about her.


"Where is Dad's favorite woman ?"


"I didn't see him at home from the morning" the handsome man again put on his face.


"Dad purposely told her to attend the opening event of a new project at the place of Father Nak's co-worker."


"Wait ..." it seems the middle-aged man remembered something.


"Where is the girl ?" Mr. Kim got his memories before he lay in a hospital bed.


"Girl ??"


"Which girl do you mean ?" Taehyung displayed a slightly astonished expression.


"She's the girl who brought me here."


"You didn't meet him ? Mr. Kim looked very seriously at his son.


"I got here and found that Dad had been treated by a doctor."


"So I didn't see him at all, Dad,"


"Suster says he hastily left and apologizes for not being able to accompany Dad any longer" the man explains everything the nurse told him.


Mr. Kim pensively kept silent, he did not expect that girl would save his life.


"I owe him my life, son" Mr. Kim seemed to shed tears at the guilt he had previously committed against Hana.


"Dad just calm down, I'll try to find her !" Taehyung tried


calm the old man before him.


A few days passed, though,


Mr. Kim's condition has improved and the hospital gave permission to return to his home.


"Rest is Dad ..." Taehyung soon passed away leaving his father's room when his stepmother opened the door.


"Aren't we over-regulating Namjoon's life ?" the man opened up a conversation with his wife.


"Don't think about it first, dear !"


"Think about your health first,"


"Namjoon's problem let me take care of him !?" Madam Kim replied by tidying up the blanket on her body.


"But He is also my son ..."


"I can't bear to see it because you've always forced your will on her,"


"What do you mean, darling ?" Mrs Kim sat back in bed.


"Every mother wants the best for her children, right ?"


Mr. Kim fell silent again,


"Then what about the girl ?"


"Does Namjoon still see him often ?" Mr. Kim asked again.


"Don't talk about it, dear."


"My blood pressure is always increasing every time I remember that shameless girl with Namjoon !" Madam Kim responded with a faint speech that came out of her husband's mouth.


Mr. Kim went back to silence and tried to think how to change his wife's behavior in order to bless Namjoon.


"How can I return the favor to that girl ?"


"Why can't I remember his name ... ?" the middle-aged man tried many times to remember Hana's name.