Alcatraz.
Alcatraz.
Gilbert can't believe they're returning to San Francisco, and he runs the car he rented at Mission to take them to San Francisco Bay. He sighed; why such a family vacation?
Family vacation?
Family vacation?
Oh ..., it looks like Gilbert's brain has a problem. Preferably, he should see a beautiful-looking man next to him—whom he thought was a woman before and knocked unconscious with a severe nosebleed was not a woman. Gilbert poked his head occasionally into the steering wheel, making the beautiful shoulder-length blonde beside him look at him in surprise.
"You want us all to die with you?" sacred indeed—Gilbert is well aware that this beautiful man beside him has a mouth as sharp as a dagger. "No," Gilbert replied firmly and confirmed his position of sitting.
The beautiful man beside him, with a too-fashionable style, allows the placement of the brown ribbon glasses she wears. He muttered a little with a song that sounded from his iPod with a pretty earphone in his ear. "Over there is a mini market and a gas station 24 hours. At least we need to eat", said the beautiful woman after she fiddled with the GPS on his smartphone.
"I understand," said Gilbert as he prepared to pull aside his car when he saw the emblem of the gas station and mini market on the roadside.
SREET!
Gilbert pulled his car over and spent a few dollars to fill the gas needs of their rental car from San Francisco. At the same time, Flint wakes the little Dexmon in the back seat, sleeping with his beloved Timmy, the cat. "Dexmon, wake up! Go to the toilet and accompany me to choose food," said Fint, shaking Dexmon's body slowly.
Dexmon woke up, having previously rubbed his eyes funny. Adorable indeed, and Gilbert is eager to pinch the chubby cheeks that the boy has. But he had to rethink immediately when he remembered how terrible Dexmon was in his normal mode. A Grimm Reaper -Oh no! Maybe he is similar to the character Light Yagami in the movie Death Note, and Timmy is the grim Reaper ready to finish off anyone who has written his name on a scribbled note on his iPad mini.
Fint grabbed Dexmon's hand and took the little one to the toilet. Of course, Dexmon looks very tired, considering that he is still only 11 years old, how excited he is to receive an email from his old friend, and the time that shows one o'clock in the morning.
"You're a happy family," said the middle-aged man who helped Gilbert fill up his gas tank. Smiling slightly, Gilbert was eager to say they were not a small family. He and Fint were not a gay couple who adopted little Dexmon from an orphanage, as many might think. But a loud cry interrupted him a little.
"Timmy! Where my Timmy!"
Dexmon is the only one who absolutely can not be separated from his beloved cat. The black Persian cat was seen jumping out of the car and running towards Dexmon. The cat then jumped up and climbed on the boy's head. No matter how terrible Dexmon is, he is still a little boy who looks very sweet.
He returned to grab Fint's hand and pulled the beautiful man closer to Gilbert. "What do you want to eat? Let me and Dexmon buy it," Fint asked Gilbert, who made Leeteuk look thinking.
"Something that fills me up."
"Timmy wants candy," said Dexmon, brandishing his little cat at Gilbert. Gilbert understood that Dexmon was selling his innocent cat's name to get sweets that Fint forbids.
"Your teeth can be damaged, Sammy," said Fint, who, honestly, Gilbert did not understand why this man could get along with Dexmon so quickly without the slightest fear. Dexmon looked at Gilbert. His expression was flat, but his eyes were shining, asking for mercy like Timmy's eyes in his arms.
Gilbert, who is not a reprimand, finally spoke up. "Give it to him, Fint. Also, buy him a toothbrush to brush his teeth after finishing his candy" An impartial solution in Gilbert's output made Fint advance his lips.
"All right, let's buy," cheerfully steps Dexmon, looking towards Fint, who was heading towards the door mini market. "He's a cute kid," the middle-aged man who had just finished gasolineing Gilbert's car smiles understandingly.
Gilbert nodded, and his eyes were a little hot from it. He saw Dexmon's lonely eyes and remembered when he first met the boy. Wasn't it Timmy who killed his parents on his orders? Gilbert understands, and he feels he is lucky to have become a psychiatrist. He had to ask Fint for something after this.
~G.0.D~
The morning was already greeting. Dexmon tightened the blanket on his body and smothered Timmy. He stared out the window with a look that could not be interpreted and a face that looked so cold. Fint occasionally stole a glance at the boy, not wanting to interrupt his activities, looking at the morning streets out there, not to mention Gilbert's request, which he thought was funny before getting into the car.
Ridiculous. Of course.
Fint almost cried to hear the soft words from Gilbert's lips at the angel-hearted man's request. He was so stupid that he even slapped Gilbert. Blame the reflexes that feel harassed. He often heard it from men, but it was really the first Holy Word she got.
"Be a mother to Dexmon, and I will protect you as well as Dexmon as a father" is ridiculous, and Fint knows it is not a declaration of love but rather a friendship request. He is just confused.
Fint turned to Gilbert, slightly grimacing to see his face reddened by his actions because the handprints printed on the white skin belonged to the handsome man. "I'm sorry," Finn said, scratching his head.
Dexmon was stunned, and he looked at FInt and Gilbert before him. "It's Okay, I was wrong anyway."
The statement that becomes the dialogue between the two is a fantasy that Fint has always wanted and expected to come out of his lips to his two parents first. "Does it hurt?" Fint slightly chuckled, seeing Gilbert grimace as he touched the flushed cheek.
"It's my fault that I didn't say the problem first," said Gilbert.
"Dexmon is too disappointed with adults and I don't want him to feel like someone who grew up miraculously without the help of adults and their love," Fint recalled Gilbert's words afterwards.
"Does that mean you're okay?" Dexmon asked flatly, and Fint stroked his blackish Mane.
"Of course, mama won't fight with Papa." Fint seems to be enjoying his role as a fake mother for Dexmon, and Gilbert smiles with relief at it.
Shed a tear. "Are you crying Sammy?" Heechul asked incredulously.
"DO NOT CRY STUPID CHILD! YOU'RE A BOY, SHOULDN'T YOU CRY?" The father's voice rang in Dexmon's mind like a broken tape that made him quickly wipe his tears roughly.
"Be cry, it's okay", Gilbert interrupted, and a sincere smile was seen later. "Because your tears are not for nothing."