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Il-Hwan knocked on his son's door, not bothering to wait for a response before he was opening it with a wide smile on his face and a "Time for our morning run!" The door was thrown open and Il-Hwan stopped, staring at his shirtless son.
Jin-Woo's eyes were wide as he stared at his father, a flush blooming on his face and spreading down his neck to his shoulders and top of his chest. Il-Hwan ignored the embarrasment his son was no doubt feeling as he stepped into the room and shut the door with a quiet click.
This wasn't a conversation the ladies in the house needed to hear.
The click of the door had Jin-Woo lifting the shirt in his hands to cover his chest, eyeing his dad in caution.
For his part, Il-Hwan just took a breath, trying to ignore how many hickies were covering his son's skin from the base of his throat down his chest. He could have gone without knowing any of this. No, it did not matter that his son was twenty, Il-Hwan had no reason to know his son fucked.
"Jin-Woo," he started, staring into his son's still wide eyes instead of letting his eyes track those damn marks. And now for the big question, "Did you have sex with someone?" He made sure not to ask the question loud. No need for the women to hear them, especially since Jin-Ah was still a minor in high school. And Il-Hwan may actually have to kill any potential boyfriend she bought home.
If he didn't kill his son's potential partner first.
The flush on Jin-Woo's face darkened, eyes looking off to the side as he shifted on his feet. Il-Hwan waited patiently, he could wait, but he didn't know if their conversation would be interrupted since Jin-Ah was joining them on their morning run and would no doubt start getting impatient if they took too long.
He wouldn't push his son though, not even to give him the name of exactly who it was who left those marks. Il-Hwan would no doubt end up punching the person if he ever met them on them on the street and that just wasn't good.
The silence stretched before a grimace came over Jin-Woo's face as he finally gave a small nod. His voice was small as he answered with a simple "Yes", as if he was afraid of whatever wrath Il-Hwan would throw at him. Which wouldn't happen, damnit. He was protective of his kids, of his family.
Releasing a deep breath, Il-Hwan watched Jin-Woo for a few seconds. "Alright," The sound of his voice startled his son, eyes snapping back to him as he continued, "I'm not asking who it is because I may punch them if I ever met them."
A sound escaped Jin-Woo's throat as if offended on his partner's behalf.
Il-Hwan just let a crocked smile appear on his face, "Just make sure those marks stay below your clothes. We don't need your mother, much less sister, asking about them. Okay?"
Jin-Woo quickly nodded, finally slipping his t-shirt over his head. Il-Hwan rolled his eyes to the cieling, noticing that not all the hickies were covered because of the large neckline. At least that changed as his son slipped on his track suit jacket and zipped it all the way.
Just in time too, as a pounding came from the door along with Jin-Ah's annoyed voice. "Are you two ready yet!? We're wasting the morning!"
Il-Hwan laughed, opening the door and catching Jin-Ah's fist as she went to pound on the now open door again. "We're coming, we're coming."
She huffed, narrowed eyes glancing back at Jin-Woo before turning to go put on her shoes.
"Well, let's not make your sister wait."
Jin-Woo smiled, "Sure, dad."
Il-Hwan grinned. Well, that could have gone a lot worse, and probably wasn't the best thing to start the morning, but at least this new knowledge didn't change much. Except the sudden urge to kill or maim a mysterious person.