episode_0086

After nearly ten hours of labor with Soyoung, our Jaehoon was born.

As I was away from home because I had something urgent to take care of, Soyoung, who was having a hard time, was more important to me than my son who was born healthy.

It was only natural to me that my beloved wife was the most precious thing in the world.

It was only after arriving at the hospital late and confirming that Soyoung was healthy that I noticed my son.

To be honest, it wasn’t a pretty face because it was wrinkled, but maybe it was because I thought it was the fruit of Soyoung and me.

How pretty it looked.

Soyoung was worried because her son didn’t cry much, but honestly, I was grateful for my son’s good manners.

The hospital also said that there was nothing wrong, so Soyoung would suffer a little less.

Could it be because of my mindset? At some point, Jaehoon started rejecting me.

At first, I thought he was just shy because he didn’t see me much because of work, but as time went by, it seemed like that wasn’t the only thing.

Because the expression on my son’s face when he looked at me wasn’t just one of dislike.

I don’t know why my son hates me, but I tried hard to be friends with him even though he hates me.

One year, two years, three years. And until Jaehoon turned five.

My son, who slowly began to open his heart to me, as if he understood my feelings.

But then that son started to look a little different to me.

Soyoung says her son is a genius and smart, but in my eyes, I started to see signs in my son that were not appropriate for his age.

Of course, at first I thought it was because I was a genius, but after Ye-eun was born, the sense of disconnect became clearer as the days passed.

How can someone at that age have such little emotional changes?

It’s not like anyone made a schedule for him. Everything, including his sleeping and eating times, is regular. His surroundings are also very clean and uncluttered.

A quiet child who hates noise. He also hates toys and doesn’t really ask for anything.

How can Soyoung not find that strange?

It was difficult to bring up the issue for fear of being worried, and I had no one to ask, so after much thought, I went to a psychiatrist.

My son has very little emotional change and is very regular and clean for a five-year-old.

“We need to get a more accurate test to know, but it seems like it could be a personality disorder.”

“If it is a personality disorder, is it treatable?”

“We need to get tested to know for sure, but assuming it is a personality disorder, it seems like it would be difficult to treat because he is too young.”

My son has a personality disorder.

From that day on, I started learning about personality disorders and for the first time, I learned that there are different types of personality disorders.

I’ve been thinking about it for days, both at work and at home.

Should I talk to Soyoung and get her tested? Or should I just wait and see for now?

Yeah. Let’s just wait and see since it’s hard to treat right away anyway.

So, I started to persuade Soyoung, who I originally had no intention of sending to kindergarten.

They say that if you interact with children from an early age, they can develop social skills and grow up to be better people.

Perhaps because she understood my feelings for my son, Soyoung eventually agreed to my son going to kindergarten.

Eventually, my son went to kindergarten, and I continued to watch over him after that.

Sometimes I would secretly follow my son to kindergarten alone in the morning, and sometimes I would go to the kindergarten and watch from afar.

My son, who is always alone, doesn’t socialize with anyone, and is even seriously expressionless.

The kindergarten teacher said that he was just a quiet child, but to me, he looked even more different from other children.

But was it a needless worry?

To my dismay, as time passed, my son began to express his emotions more and more expressively.

I tried teasing her, harassing her, and constantly prodding her here and there, but she just didn’t show it much.

It was very different from the personality disorders I had known. What a relief.

As soon as my worries stopped, at some point I started to feel a little disappointed at Soyoung, who only cared for her son and took a backseat.

When I see my son, who pretends not to listen to me, being absorbed in his mother’s words, I feel secretly grateful to him.

Because I grew up seeing my mother suffer because of her younger siblings.

At least our Soyoung won’t have to go through that because of her son.

At first, I was worried that my son might have a personality disorder, but at some point, he started coming to my house to play even when it was new, got perfect grades on every test, and everyone started to think that he was the perfect son.

If there was one problem, it was that even I, the father, was about to be devoured.

I really don’t know how I can avoid it even once, but I keep getting hit with it, and sometimes I even want to get hit with a chestnut.

It was hard to understand why my son would draw a line and not let anyone close to him except his family, but on the other hand, it was also a relief.

One of the reasons I live quietly without showing off that I am a chaebol is because I distrust people.

I feel reassured that my son, who doesn’t get close to people in the first place, won’t get hurt.

It’s a little sad to see him seem to have no friends, but being a conglomerate is a position where it’s difficult to make normal friends.

Because the world is full of people who are upset that they are not treated the same way even though they eat the same food and pay the same amount of money, just because their relative values are different.

Of course, there are many people who don’t do that, but the people I’ve seen are far more like that.

Even though he didn’t have any friends, he had a girl he was close with, so just seeing my son like that was enough for me.

My son, who was touched and respected at the same time by seeing his father defeat his second younger brother on his father’s 60th birthday.

When my son explained to me that he had beaten his brother, he never mentioned that his brother had belittled or ignored him.

When I heard Soyoung say those things, I realized that my son never said anything that would hurt me.

It was the day I realized that I wasn’t the only one thinking about my son. My son was also considerate of me in his own way.

He even beat up his father’s bodyguard using his few acquaintances, was good at studying and fighting, and even resembled Soyoung in that he was annoyingly handsome.

He is my son, but he is so good that it makes me uncomfortable as a man.

When Sae-ah returned from studying abroad, we started dating for real and now she’s a middle school student.

That son now even has wet dreams!

When I first heard Soyoung say in the morning that her pants were fine, I wondered what she meant.

Did you wash your underwear in the morning?

How could such a smart guy make a mistake by urinating every morning?

Wouldn’t a passing dog laugh at those words? If it were her son’s words, Soyoung would believe them, but it was impossible for me.

Since ancient times, if a man wakes up in the morning and washes his underwear, there is only one possibility.

Moreover, my son even kindly explained things to me.

Seeing my son, who would normally have given a vague answer, explain so kindly, I was 100% sure.

Inomusaki, you had a wet dream.

Even though I can tell that he’s trying hard to keep a blank expression, I know my son’s real blank expression after watching him for over ten years, so I’m not fooled by that kind of fake blank expression.

My son noticed that I noticed and quickly ran into his room.

Well, you can just continue it in the evening.

First, I went to work and asked the secretary I had worked with for a long time.

“My son seems to have had a wet dream. How can I make it fun by teasing him?”

“Haha. Your son? How about throwing a party?”

“All the family together?”

“That’s not it. You should do it with only men. If you do it in front of women during a sensitive time, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“My son doesn’t have any friends?”

“No matter what, you should never do it in front of women. It would be better to do it with two people.”

“That’s right. Thank you.”

No matter how busy our country is with teasing, we all know that we shouldn’t do that in front of women.

Honestly, I thought it wouldn’t matter if it was Yeo-bo or Ye-eun.

Since the secretary said it can’t be done like that, it can’t be done.

If my friendless son and I both know a man, it’s our in-laws.

I immediately called my brother-in-law.

– Brother-in-law. Are you at work?”

-You went to work. What happened this morning?

-Would you like to do something fun with me?”

-What is it?

-My son had a wet dream. We should have a party together.

-Haha. Your son-in-law has wet dreams? But how do you throw a party?

-If you put candles on a cake in front of my house and play a song, that’s a party.

-Haha. Okay, call me when you get off work.

I made an appointment with my in-laws and just waited for him to get off work.

I bought a cake for lunch, prepared a large candle, and even stopped by a department store to prepare a gift.

With this much sincerity, my son will be impressed by my efforts.

After a long wait, it’s finally time to get off work.

– Brother-in-law, I’m getting off work now. Yes. Yes. I’ll see you in front of the house.

I hurried out of the company and headed toward my house.

I met my in-laws in front of the house and tried to call my son’s cell phone, but he didn’t answer. Then I called home.

-hello?

-Son. Why aren’t you answering your phone?

-I was in the living room. Why?

-Come to the playground in front of the house!

-why?

-It’s important. You must come alone. You must never bring your mother or your new child. Do you regret it, son?

-okay.

“I’m going to come down now, so light a candle at the playground and wait.”

“Haha. Okay.”

My in-laws and I sat on a bench at the playground, lit candles on a cake, and waited for my son.

My son arrived a few minutes later. He saw his in-laws and me and even the cake and made a blank expression.

That’s it. I love that expression on my son’s face.

A son with an expression that makes him seem like a real person, not a son with a blank expression.

“My son. He had a wet dream. Let’s throw him a wet dream party!”

“Yeah. Congratulations on becoming a son-in-law!”

“…..”

After making sure there was no one around, I took out a lighter, lit a candle, and started singing a song with my brother-in-law.

“”Congratulations on your wet dream. Congratulations on your wet dream. Our dear son. Congratulations on your wet dream.””

“Dad. Do you really have to call your father-in-law to do this?”

“I have to! How fun! My son washes his underwear from the morning. Phew.”

“That’s right. Son-in-law. I even did the underwear laundry this morning. I deserve a congratulation.”

I love how my son makes such silly expressions, unlike his usual self.

I was so worried because I suspected that I had a personality disorder.

Whenever I see that, I can confirm that my son is not mentally ill and is just a good son.

“Son, this is a gift.”

“What is this?”

“Panties. Change them often. Phew!”

“…..”

“Son-in-law. I couldn’t buy it because I didn’t have time. I’ll buy it for you next time.”

“It’s okay.”

The wedding party was over in less than 10 minutes and now I had to go see my wife.

“What’s that cake called?”

“If you brought it from the company, that’s fine.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll keep it a secret from Mom too. But guys should keep these things to themselves.”

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you grateful? Should I say thank you, son?”

“…..”

“Wouldn’t this make Dad’s mouth lighter?”

“Thank you.”

“Okay. Okay.”

Although the expression on his face as he celebrated his son’s revenge was a little scary.

I would be a foolish father any time to see my son acting like that.

I am so proud of my son.