18 Least favorite son

Chunhee wasn't thinking of doing the biggest possible solutions in his problem. In truth, what he was aiming was to do them as little and unnoticeable as possible. Even if he ended up changing one event, he couldn't simply rest expecting everything would go according to his wishes. This wasn't an interactive novel after all. This was real life and having a domino effect that fulfills one's utmost wish usually came out from either luck or fate, more than from being forced or pulled by the person himself. In short, one could only hope silently that the following events would be in favor after doing that one change of action.

Aside from the Plot God himself, there was no one who could truly dictate what would happen one event to another.

And being lowkey in performing all of these does not guarantee a fruitful and positive outcome. It doesn't guarantee anyone's safety either.

Chunhee knew that he had to face that one fact all over again when he saw who the visitor was. Frowning as he looked down from the second floor of the house and to the living room space, Chunhee couldn't help but have his body tremble at the sight.

Park Yujin. Tall, handsome, and with that remarkable cold domineering face. It was really Park Yujin!

How dare he come here as a guest? And how dare he engage in conversations with Chunhee's parents? Look at those smiles – they really believe Yujin was good and not a scum person! Ha, if only they knew!

Chunhee almost choked in anger. His parents obviously adored Yujin. Ever since they were kids, they have been inseparable, like two peas in a pod, like Jack and Jill playing and rolling on mountains, fields, and grasses all day. To the eyes of their parents, they were like the childhood friends who would sooner or later become spouses of one another. Well, they sort of really did promise each other that... How innocent and stupid!!

Biting his nails, Chunhee anxiously looked over the scenario playing in the living room. His parents obviously were enjoying Yujin's sudden appearance. That man who dared to come on a weekend… So shameless and annoying. And now he dared to make Chunhee's parents laugh and enjoy his company. Was he really playing the role of a good son-in-law?

Speaking of it, isn't it too early to come here himself and not even inform Chunhee beforehand? What did he come here for anyway?

"…It's about the engagement between Chunhee and I."

Chunhee froze, his heartbeats stopped. Yujin… Yujin was going to speak about their engagement?

With a gasp, Chunhee turned his head back to the scene. "Could it be… he's going to break off our engagement now…?"

That was right. Yujin hated Chunhee now. After seeing how much of a bully Chunhee was, it wouldn't be a doubt that he was turned off. Finally seeing Chunhee's true wicked colors, who would dare like Chunhee, ah? Ah, of course, it would be his one true love. Obviously, that wouldn't be Yujin! Not Yujin at all!

"Kekeke~" Chunhee laughed silently. What plot god? What creator who could dictate fates? Even your least favorite son knows how to play this game properly, ah! Chunhee proudly thought his previous plans worked and genuinely felt satisfied in his heart.

With Yujin distancing himself from me, I won't die anymore! I can finally live in peace! "Kekekeke~"

The sound coming from Chunhee made it impossible to distinguish whether he was crying or laughing or both.

The maids who heard his weird laughter on the side couldn't help but look at each other.

"Y-Young Master must be too happy to see Young Master Yujin…" One of them said.

The others nodded in agreement, the confusion and worry in their hearts quickly fading away. What else could be the reason of their young master's happiness anyway? Whether it was happiness or sadness, there was only one reason in mind. Of course, it has to be Park Yujin!

With a smile on his face, Chunhee got up from his position. He was crouching down to eavesdrop carefully this whole time so when he stood up suddenly due to his excitement, Chunhee felt his knees shake, then turned stiff and numb. Then with another step, Chunhee began to walk down the stairs, when suddenly, his numb leg failed to reach the next step.

"Young Master!!"

At the same time, the ongoing conversation in the living room continued.

"About your engagement?" Mrs. Han stared at Yujin, the smile still on her face. "What about your engagement?"

Yujin looked at her and without changing his neutrally cold and unreadable expression, he uttered, "About that, Mrs. Han, I have decided that…" Before he could continue his words, a loud crashing sound reverberated the halls.

Mr. and Mrs. Han quickly stood up. "What was that?"

Mrs. Han was the first to head to the direction. "What happened here…" Then her eyes went wide and her face paled quickly as she spotted Chunhee on the ground. "Oh god!! Chunhee! Chunhee!!!"

Finding her son lying on the floor, Mrs. Han almost fainted right there and then if not for her husband's support. "Honey!"

Chunhee, who was groaning in pain at the bottom of the stairs, could only look at his mother and father. His eyes were starting to get blurry, his arms and legs unable to move. "M-Mom… D..ad…"

"Call the ambulance quickly!!" Mr. Han ordered in a loud and authoritative voice.

"Yes, Master!" the maids exclaimed as they all hurriedly went to pick up the phone and call on the driver outside.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

Chunhee's eyes throbbed but they seemed to be forcing themselves to open still. With his conscious weakening, Chunhee looked up and saw a man standing near him. Then the man slowly crouched down, said nothing, then lifted him up to his arms.

Looming over him as he stood straight with an unknown, blurred expression, Chunhee recognized him immediately as the person carried him out like a bride – a limp, unmoving, weak bride.

Chunhee could only bitterly laugh and cry in his heart as he recognized his scent. That damn annoying scent.

He slowly closed his eyes and let the darkness consume him.

He really was the least favorite son.