GARAM flinched when the cold ice pack touched his swollen cheeks.
Both Song Sihyuk and Song Gunwoo were holding an ice pack, taking care of each of his cheeks.
It was the left cheek for his husband, and the right cheek for his son.
"Does it sting?" Song Sihyuk asked worriedly. "Please endure for a moment, honey. This will help reduce the swelling of your cheeks."
"I'm sorry, Dad," Song Gunwoo said in a hoarse voice. His son lost his voice from crying too much earlier. "You hurt yourself because of me."
Garam almost burst into tears,
How could Song Gunwoo worry about him when his handprint was still on his cheek?
Well, not really.
But he couldn't forget the feeling of his hand hitting his baby's face.
It was a horrible, horrible feeling.
"I'm sorry, Gunwoo-ya," Garam said in a hoarse voice. Yes, he also lost his voice from too much crying. Then he gently caressed his son's cheek. "I didn't mean to slap you."
