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You Knew Better (pt2) (Original post accidently deleted!)

S/o to the WONDERFUL human who let me know that it deleted!

I never meant to delete this series! If you guys can get the likes back to the 350+ it was before it deleted, I’ll post pt.3 by the end of this holiday weekend!

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“Huh, looks like it was fate that wanted us to talk” Jaehyun mumbles as you desperately push the help button on the elevator.

You turn around to face him only to find that his expression was one of absolute amusement.

“Oh, so this is a game to you?” You question harshly.

“Nope” He spoke smugly before taking a step forward.

“But it does give us an opportunity to talk”.

“I don’t want to talk Jaehyun, I want to get out of the fucking elevator” You deadpanned, causing him to chuckle slightly.

“Well, since you have nothing better to do other than wait on the fire department, why don’t you tell me exactly why you’re ignoring me?” He spoke, voice soft and sweet.

Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to childishly stomp your foot in annoyance.

“Again, with this?” You ask exasperatedly.

“You’re like a dog with a bone” No sooner than the words left your mouth he chuckles, the sound emanating from deep in his chest.

“Trust me, you have no idea” He quips.

Your hope that he doesn't speak again is dashed within minutes.

“You still haven’t answered my question” He spoke again after a few moments of silence.

You gave him a slight glance over your shoulder before turning your attention back to the elevator’s help button.

“Is this because of high school?”

You give him a death glare in response. You don’t even bother to answer him, opting for fishing your phone out of your pocket and dialing Johnny instead. You place it to your ear, ignoring Jaehyun’s comments as you wait for the rings to subside.

“Helllloooo”

“Jay, I got stuck in a fucking elevator”.

“You’re kidding”.

Ignoring Jaehyun’s existence, you click the facetime call button and wait a mere 3 seconds before he answers. He looks around at your surroundings in awe first before looking at your face.

“And you’re alone?”.

“Of course not,” Jaehyun scoffs, leaning up against a corner of the elevator with a smug look on his face.

Johnny’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he began to mouth the words “Is that?”. You barely let him ask before nodding. He lets out a chuckle, running a hand through his hair before flopping onto his bed.

“Your life is a damn k-drama”.

You groan.

“Tell me about it”.

“Want me to come rescues you?”.

You scoff.

“Just call the damn fire department so I can get out of here”.

Johnny chuckles before promising you that he would do as you asked. You nod, saying your goodbyes before hanging up.

“Aww so sweet” Jaehyun comments

“Please shut up” You ask before scrolling through your phone in an attempt to block him out.

“Are you going to talk to me now?” He asks.

You sigh, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your screen.

“Are you going to stop pretending like we both don’t know how this ends?”

Your words hang in the air for a second.

“Oh? And how does it end?”.

A pause, and a bitter chuckle.

“You get your nut and I’m left alone. Been there done that and have to say, thanks but no thanks” You struggle to keep your voice level as you scroll past a cat video on Instagram.

You feel his fingers enclose around the upper part of your arm.

“It won’t be like that this time”.

You scoff at his words, shaking your head at his “vow”.

“I don’t know what is with you and Johnny lying to me when I know the truth” You counter.

Within seconds, Jaehyun’s hand was around the screen of your phone and the next thing you knew, your phone was up in the air, above his head as you were left looking at where it had once been. You sigh heavily before turning to face him, but the rage that assaulted you was more than enough to put a crack in the mask of calm, cool and collected that you had created. You jump for the phone only for Jaehyun to move it at the last second so that it was just beyond your reach. You huff as you reach for it again, not realizing how close you and Jaehyun were until his other hand snuck up to grab your chin and force your eyes to meet his. His gaze was stern, something you don’t normally see with him.

“Don’t ever compare Johnny and I”.

“If the shoe fits” You snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

Before you knew it, Jaehyun was directly in your face; Your arms drop.

“You think so, huh? So then” He leans closer, causing you to step back.

“Tell me”.

Another step forward. Another step back.

“Does he fuck like me?”

Don’t react.

“Does he remember to hold your hips in place when you’re about to cum?”

Don’t.

“Or” His finger twirled a single curl around.

“Can he dig you out like I can?”

You push back on his shoulders before he can finish speaking. Missing no opportunity, you lean down and grab the phone that had fallen from his hand when he stumbled backwards, thanking yourself for getting a case. Before you can even unlock it, he grabs it back.

“Jaehyun” You hiss.

He gives you no response and instead decides to tuck the phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. You huff, not caring that he had finally got some emotion from you seeing as you were too annoyed by this point.

“What is it? What is it about me that makes it so goddamned fun to fuck with? I’m pretty sure you have other girls just waiting outside your door, legs open and willing. So why me?” You ranted, your voice rising a bit the longer your sentence went on.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to realize that I actually like you” He shot back, turning up his nose in annoyance.

You bark out a humorless laugh at his statement before offering a retort.

“Why? Why is it so hard for me to realize that? It’s you! It’s your goddamn fault!”.

“That was years ago. In high school-”

“And college, freshman and sophomore year” You chime in, causing him to purse his lips and pause before continuing.

“I was a stupid kid. I didn’t know any better and it was a mistake” He counters, taking a step forward.

“A stupid kid? You fucked me over again just a few months ago!” You exclaim, to which he was absolutely silent.

“I’m not about to be the bitch that gets played for a twelfth time. I’d rather save the shattered remains of my pride and myself from looking stupid yet again because of you” You continue, your words coming out harshly.

He says nothing but you could see his jaw clench clearly.

“Now” You spoke, straightening your clothing and leveling your gaze with his.

“Give. Me. My. God. Damn. Phone”.

Jaehyun made no moves to look away from you, his gaze holding up under the intensity of your own.

“Make me”.

The next few seconds were a quick succession of movements. He rushes forwards, his hands cradling your face rather roughly as his fingertips nip the nape of your neck. He pulls you towards him with a strength you didn’t know he possessed, his lips finding yours easily and kissing you roughly. You find yourself enjoying the intensity of the kiss which was no doubt a result of the intense emotion and thick sexual tension. You let your fingertips grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him down rather roughly as you nipped at his lip.

Fuck his shirt, you think as you tug on it.

I hope it rips.

His kiss becomes bruising, his lips never allowing a breath to come out of yours as he kisses you over and over and over again. His fingers tighten around the expanse of your neck, then relax and you feel an inaudible gasp leave your lips at the feel of it. In a matter of seconds, you snap yourself back into reality, breaking the kiss and moving over to a different corner of the elevator.

It is silent; Dead silence, save for the harsh pants coming from you both.

It takes a few moments before he speaks again.

“Why?” His question fades into nothingness.

You let out a shuddering breath, looking over at him quickly before shaking your head.

“I should be asking you that” You retort.

Sighing, you take off your heels and slide down to sit on the floor of the elevator; You’re tired of standing.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” He asks quietly before joining you on the floor.

“Why do you have a problem with commitment?” you snap back which, as you expected, results in silence.

“Have you ever thought that maybe I just don’t want to commit to you?” He asked, his tone inquisitive although his words stung a bit.

You let out a bitter chuckle before looking over at him.

“You know, I’ve thought about that. I thought that maybe it was just me” You pause in order to turn and face him fully, mainly so you could see his reaction.

“Then I remind myself of every single time that you’ve come back to me, from high school till now. And I wonder” You pause to make eye contact with him.

“What is it about me that you can’t stay away from but can’t stay with?”.

The sentence lingers in the air and Jaehyun offers nothing to refute that. You scoff before looking at your phone, scrolling through random posts before his voice breaks the silence.

“I was stupid back then; immature and impressionable. I’m sorry” His voice was soft and, for once, not argumentative.

You were rendered speechless; What could you say to that?

Was it genuine?

Was it another ploy?

Did you really want to waste time figuring it out? What would happen if he was serious? Did he mean it?

“But” his voice cuts through your thoughts.

“What happened at the company retreat was different. It wasn’t just another one-night stand”.

Pulling your lip balm out your pocket, you huff. His response was definitely disappointing.

“Could’ve fooled me” you mutter bitterly.

“Maybe when you accept the fact that I’m not trying to fool you, this would work”.

You give a humorless chuckle.

“Look at your track record and tell me I wouldn’t be stupid for trusting you again” You spoke, daring him to challenge you.

He chews on his lip quietly, not bothering to offer a response.

You scoff for the umpteenth time.

“Why am I entertaining this?” You mutter more to yourself than to Jaehyun.

You threw your lip balm back into your purse rather bitterly as the smallest hope that Jaehyun could’ve actually been taking you seriously dissolved into disappointment. The second that you looked up from your bag, there was Jaehyun.

Right in front of you, with his hands on the slope of your neck pulling you to meet his lips. You want to resist but, will you? Shit, can you?

Why do you keep doing this dance knowing how it ends and know that your heart will end up on the cutting room floor?

Your resolve isn’t hardened by the time your mouth opens up underneath. He kisses you in a way that he has never kissed you before; He moves his lips softly and unhurriedly, as if he was savoring the moment. The way his hands cradled your neck and jawline was almost tender and you were finding it more and more difficult to breathe as his lips met yours again and again and again. You let your hand rise and fall so many times, the desire to touch him, combating with your hurt fiercely. You clench them into fists at your sides for a moment before he readjusts his hands, letting one cradle your jawline as the other wraps around your waist.

Fuck it.

You let your hands clutch at the sides of his shirt tightly, finally kissing him back as you grip at his suit jacket; Anything higher or more intimate and you ran the risk of not being able to stop yourself.

Jaehyun broke the kiss, brushing a few stray curls away from your face as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“You can’t tell me there wasn’t any emotion in that”

You couldn’t even respond; Your own feelings and thoughts were working a mile a minute whilst your words were currently on lunch break.

As if the universe decided enough was enough, you feel the elevator shake slightly. That shake was more than enough to cause you two to break apart. You push away from him quickly although your eyes are fixated on the swollen pink plane of his lips. You touch a thumb to your own briefly before fixing your clothes. Clearing your throat, you both stand in an awkward silence until it came time for the elevator to finally descend, the fire department being the welcome committee as the doors opened. You bow to them deeply, thanking them for their help. After answering a few brief questions and reassuring the paramedics that you were fine, you were pulled into a hug and the scent of the person trapping you? Unmistakable Johnny. You let out a chuckle as you gladly hug him back, wrapping your arms around his midsection.

“You okay princess?” He whispers to which you nod and pull him closer.

When you pull away from the hug, Johnny palms frame your face, and he gives you a quick kiss on the lips. It was short and sweet, barely there. But, for some reason, it still causes you to feel terrible. Should you though? You and Jaehyun weren’t together and never were.

But then again neither were you and Johnny. You could feel eyes watching you, a specific pair. You know immediately who it is but refuse to turn around. Instead, you smile at the worried look in Johnny’s eyes.

“Worried about me?” You tease before he pulls you in by wrapping a single arm around your waist.

“Of course,” he spoke, pulling you to his side.

For a split second you look up and Jaehyun’s eyes connect with yours immediately; You can see his eyes search yours for a split second before that concern was masked. He simply straightens his suit jacket and gives a quick wink before turning his attention back to the fire department.

“Wanna head home now?” Johnny asked quietly.

“Yours or mine?” You asked, a bit distractedly.

“Mine” He pulled you a bit closer as you walked towards the exit.

The thought didn’t fill you with excitement the way it normally did, and you shook your head ‘no’. He seemed confused, immediately stopping and turning around to face you fully. He lifted your face up, moving it from side to side as if he was inspecting you.

“Are you okay, honestly?” He asked, concern quite evident in his voice.

You nod once.

“I just need to be in my own bed right now” You mumbled, fumbling around in your purse for your keys.

The kiss was finally taking effect. Johnny looked like he was mulling something over in that melon of his, looking you over once, then twice before nodding curtly.

“Let me know if you need anything?” He phrased it like a question, but you knew it was a silent command.

Nodding, you decide to make polite small talk, as well as crack a few jokes, as you and Johnny make your way to your car. The drive to drop him off was pretty funny although all together uneventful and, when you finally drop off the aforementioned man to his doorstep, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

It was good to know you were finally alone with your thoughts and, no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jaehyun. What he had said in the elevator, how he had kissed you, how he looked at you. The nagging thought that it wasn’t just him wanting to get his dick wet was a bit alarming as well as foreign and you were still trying to decide if it was a good change or not. What caused that change for that matter? Those thoughts followed you from your car to your front door to your couch where you plopped down unceremoniously. You huff at the day you had before slightly scolding yourself. Why is it that Jaehyun could just say some words, and, like that, you were hooked once more? Why did you give him such power when you knew he wasn’t worthy of it? He didn’t care and you know he didn’t so why was this even a conversation that you were having with yourself? Some part of you hoped that, like in the movies, Jaehyun would show up at your door, professing his true love for you and telling you that you were all he wanted. But, as an hour stretched on into two, there was no Jaehyun and no movie worthy speech. So, you did as anyone else would and continued the remainder of your night, showering extra-long and getting yourself ready for bed. By the time 10 o'clock rolled around, you were setting your tea by your bedside, and pulling back the blanket to get underneath when your phone rang. Glancing at the number, which was unrecognizable to you, you picked up the phone.

“Hello?”.

“Fuck, you even sound pretty over the phone”.

Even through the slurred words, you could tell it was Jaehyun calling you.

You sigh heavily although a part of you wondered if you would get your happily ever after, after all.

“Jaehyun, why have you been drinking? and who’s phone are you calling me from?”.

“I borrowed it. It’s Taeyong’s phone. I miss you. I keep thinking about the elevator in you-I mean, you in the elevator and I-”.

“Jaehyun stop” you cut him off right there; You had to.

You had been thinking about precisely what he was about to tell you since it happened, and you really didn’t need to think about it more.

“Can I come stay with you for tonight? I promise I won’t be loud, and I won't be annoying. It’s just, your house is so close to where I am, and your house has something mine doesn’t” He slurred.

You pursed your lips together.

“Yeah? What’s that?”.

“You”.

That answer had your stomach flipping around constantly as you wondered what to say, though you hoped that would be his answer.

“So quiet. Are you thinking?”.

“Jaehyun”.

“My love?”.

“Kindly stay the fuck out of my head”.

You heard him giggle adorably to which you find a sliver of a smile making its way onto your lips.

“Hey, if I can’t be in your head can I be in your bed?”.

Moment ruined. Way to go Jaehyun.

“No” You maintained.

“Why not? I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to be around you until I sleep, and plus, I don’t want to be alone right now”.

“Jaehyun, that’s not my problem-”

“Kitten. Please”.

Silence.

Dead silence.

You hadn’t heard anyone call you that name since High school sophomore year. Come to think of it, that was actually how you were introduced to Jaehyun. Your best friend at the time, Ten, had given you the nickname and introduced you to him as such, in lieu of your real name. It was a nickname that held a special place in your heart. Your resolve weakened almost immediately.

“Please just don’t say no to me right now. I can’t go home like this. Please”.

You huffed once more, flipping the blanket up in frustration as you told him what he so desperately wanted to hear: that he could stay with you, given he goes home in the morning.

“Thank you so much”.

Brushing off his drunken thank you, you told him your address, staying on the phone with him as his uber came, per his wishes, while you made his makeshift bed on the couch. You placed two pillows on the couch, with a thick blanket and set up 2 Advil's and an ice-cold glass of water that you knew he would need in the morning.

“You’re so beautiful. Like, your face is so pretty and then your body is pretty too. But in different ways”.

You rolled your eyes, a slight chuckle actually escaping you.

“You’re just a drunken goddamn mess, aren’t you?”.

He goes on: “I think I could kiss you all day if you’d let me. Then fuck you all night, again, if you’d let me”

He rambled on as you found some sweatpants your brother left here that you wore from time to time. By the time you were done setting up, Jaehyun was singing that he was “5 minutes away”.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”.

Good grief.

“Go ahead”.

“Who was your first love?”.

You froze.

You were not expecting that question.

“Another time Jaehyun” You promised, hoping that you wouldn’t have to keep it he started to ramble drunkenly again.

It was only a matter of minutes before Jaehyun was ringing the doorbell like a maniac, unlike a sane person who would have just announced their presence over the phone. You rolled your eyes at his eagerness and, although some part of you loved it, you knew it was just because he was drunk. You walk over to the door just the slightest bit irritated. Throwing it open, you sassed “Yes, wake up my whole goddamn neighborhood”.

It took you a few moments before you registered what Jaehyun was wearing: a simple black button up which conveniently had the first few missing and black distressed jeans. You looked him over once more before your gaze went up to his face, to which he smiled. Not boyishly though, seductively. You moved aside so he could step in and, when he did, you closed and locked the door behind him. Before he could speak, you did.

“Go shower. You need to sober up” you commanded.

To which he gave a mock salute.

“Yes ma’am”.

You direct him to the bathroom telling him where everything is before taking his clothes from him through a crack in the bathroom door so that you could wash them for him to wear tomorrow. All the while, you contemplated just why the fuck you were doing this. What drew you in so much and why? You sat there contemplating before your mind wandered over the nickname, he had called you. It took you back, way back.

“Ten!” you shrieked as he bought you over to meet some of his older and attractive friends.

“It’ll be fine, stop worrying” Ten brushed off your slight anxiety.

You knew who his friends were, there were the popular, attractive older kids who didn’t seem to have a flaw on them. By the time you got 2 fingers of his off your wrist, you were already at the lunch table.

“Ayo Ten!” You looked over just in time to see someone clap Ten on the shoulder, smiling at him brightly before his gaze shifted over to you.

You felt your eyes widen as your heart rate sped up ever so slightly. You were young; You didn’t come into your own yet and you were not that confident in yourself as of yet, so seeing a boy who was so breathtakingly handsome stunned you into silence.

“Oh, right, this is-” Ten paused to look back at you.

Taking one look at your form, he rolled his eyes and tapped your chin.

“Close your mouth Kitten”.

Taking yourself from your embarrassing state, you hit Ten on the shoulder.

“Fuck you” You mumbled.

The handsome boy approached you holding out his hand with a bright smile.

“Nice to meet you Kitten, I’m Jaehyun” You were about to reach out and take his hand before you realized what he called you.

“My names’ not a kitten” you mumble, causing both of them to laugh.

“I’m done” you heard a voice whisper in your ear, completely taking you from your memory and causing you to shriek slightly.

Spinning around, you found that you were now trapped between your washing machine and a wet Jaehyun.

“Jaehyun-” You barely got his name out before he cut you off.

“That’s not how I want you to say my name” He whispered in your ear.

His hands come down to rest on either side of you, atop the washing machine.

He didn’t touch you, but he let his head hang a bit lower.

“I want you to say my name the way I know you say Johnny’s” His own statement seemed to irritate him as he made a “tch” sound.

“Johnny” He hissed.

“Jaehyun, it’s late. Do you have to play with me right now?” You asked, utterly exhausted.

In an instant, he pulled you against him, eliminating any and all space between your bodies.

“I’m not playing with you”.

“Jaehyun. Let go, I’m tired” You were not in the mood for his mind games.

“No”.

He pulled away from the hug, lifting you unceremoniously and sitting you atop the washer so that he could look you in your eyes.

“What do I have to do to get you to believe that I’m serious about how I feel about you?”.

Startled by his words it took you a minute for you to actually think about it. The look in his eyes was unlike one that you had ever seen from him before and while you knew there was liquor in his system, the part of you that wanted to believe him was strong. However, as you said before, you were not about to be the bitch that got played for the umpteenth time. You needed something that would bother both you and him to prove he was serious.

“Sleep on the couch. All night. Don’t touch me, don’t come into my room until I wake up” You dictated, the words out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Sighing, the man in front of you nodded before backing away from you. Before you could get off the washer though, he spoke up, his voice quiet and hesitant.

“I... I know I’m still a little drunk and I promise to honor what you want but can I…”

He’s quiet. You refuse to meet his eyes, busying yourself with the tiling of the floor.

“Could I kiss you?”.

You looked up from the floor to his face; The absolute innocent and pleading look in his eye was something he couldn’t fake, or so you’d like to believe. Letting out a small sigh, you hop down from atop the washing machine and walk over to where he stood, letting your hands frame his face. You pause, watching his eyes for any sly glint. You find none.

His fingers wrap around your wrists, keeping your hands where they were.

You lean in, and so does he.

The kiss was soft and somehow familiar, his lips meeting yours again and again as his hands slowly made their way to rest where they may; One on your lower back and the other on your hip. You tiptoed to continue the kiss, letting the last few seconds linger for a bit longer before you broke it. When you came down from your tiptoes, Jaehyun took your face in his hands and kissed you once more, deeply but only for a moment. The short encounter left you shell shocked.

“I’m sorry. You’re just… so pretty” Jaehyun spoke sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

You nodded, clearing your throat before walking out from the washing room and into the living room, wordlessly showing him your couch. You watch as he walks over to it, quietly might you add, before heading over to your bedroom. You stop yourself at the door, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply before speaking.

“Goodnight Jaehyun”.

“Sleep well Kitten”.

It was only when you closed the door that you remembered why that kiss felt so familiar; That’s how Jaehyun had kissed you on the night of the company retreat.

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yutassimp · 6 days

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amg faria um fluffy dos jaeten trisal com a sn? Ai eles seriam papais de menininhos

Oioi! Mas é claro, está aqui!! Acabou que não ficou totalmente fluff porque sou dramática (se quiser outro mais fofo me diz que eu faço okay), mas espero que goste de qualquer maneira!! Muito obrigada pelo pedido <3

Imagine (Jaeten) - Sorry!

Personagens: leitora!feminina x marido!Jaehyun x marido!Ten

Gênero: fluff, leve angst

Avisos: crianças sendo meio doidas; os três fazem parte de um trisal, se não gosta por favor não leia!!

N/A: Meu primeiro post aqui! Espero que gostem, e me desculpa por qualquer erro, ou se acharem ruim, prometo melhorar <3

Se alguém lhe dissesse há dez anos atrás que você um dia teria uma família feliz, com não apenas dois filhos lindos, felizes e saudáveis, mas também dois maridos lindos, felizes, e saudáveis, você provavelmente riria na cara da pessoa. Mas a vida às vezes dá viravoltas, e você não poderia estar mais feliz do que está atualmente.

Porém, mesmo que você estivesse vivendo a vida dos seu sonhos, ainda assim ás vezes ela era difícil, para dizer o mínimo. Afinal, viver em uma casa com mais quatro homens que, apesar de você amar mais do que tudo, ainda são homens, não é uma tarefa fácil. E por este e outros motivos você estava nesse momento tendo que assumir o papel de mãe chata e dramática que dá bronca em todos.

“Eu pedi uma única coisa pra vocês todos, só uma!” Você disse, tentando não gritar mas falhando. “Tinham apenas que conseguir cuidar de si mesmos por um final de semana, um único final de semana, para eu poder ficar em paz com a minha mãe no hospital!” Você sentiu um nó se formas na sua garganta, e sabia que estava prestes a chorar, por isso decidiu encerrar logo seu discurso antes que perdesse a postura. “Mas parece que vocês gostam de me levar ao limite! Eu sinceramente tenho medo do que pode acontecer com essa família caso alguma coisa aconteça comigo!” Disse, se virando para sair de casa.

“Amor… não diz isso.” O Ten, um de seus maridos, disse, segurando o seu pulso de forma delicada.

“A gente sente muito mamãe…” O Hajoon, seu filho caçula, que tem 6 anos, disse logo em seguida, se prendendo a sua cintura e também quase chorando. Porém, por mais que isso partisse o seu coração, você soltou-se dos dois, se afastando.

“Eu preciso respirar um pouco.” Disse, já com a voz fraca, saindo de casa. “Tentem não piorar as coisas até eu voltar.”

Os quatro ficaram observando você sair pela porta, sabendo que não deveriam mais interferir. Assim que a porta fechou, no entanto, os dois que tentaram te parar viraram furiosos para os que até então estavam quietos.

“Por que você não falou nada pra mamãe, Hyung?” O caçula disse para o Seojun, seu filho mais velho, que tem 9 anos, e teria sido fofa a carinha de bravo dele, se as circunstancias fossem outras.

“É, por que não falaram nada para a mamãe?” O Ten disse, dirigindo um olhar duro para o Jaehyun, seu outro marido, que apenas suspirou em resposta, passando o braço pelo ombro do filho mais velho, que estava visivelmente chateado também e o puxando para perto.

“Desculpa…” Disse o Seojun, olhando para baixo.

“Vocês viram ela, não ia adiantar de nada falarmos qualquer coisa agora…” O Jaehyun falou, e o Ten suspirou, passando as mãos pelo rosto e se jogando no sofá. “A gente errou feio…”

“Têm certeza que conseguem cuidar de tudo?” Você disse, pegando as suas chaves do carro. “Ainda dá tempo de eu ligar para o meu irmão e pedir para ele ir no meu lugar…”

“Relaxa jagi… não confia na gente?” O Jaehyun perguntou, te dando um selinho, e você apenas ergueu uma sobrancelha em resposta.

“Vamos ficar bem.” O Ten disse, rindo e também lhe dando um selinho. “Pode ir e cuidar da sua mãe… e se precisar de nós, é só ligar.”

Você apenas concordou em resposta, e logo saiu de casa, após se despedir dos pequenos. A verdade é que estava com o coração na mão de ficar longe pelo maior período que já ficou longe da sua família toda assim, mas a sua outra parte da família precisava mais de você no momento. A sua mãe tinha sofrido um acidente de carro, que não foi fatal, mas ainda assim os assustou muito. Ela precisava que alguém ficasse com ela durante o final de semana, e você logo se prontificou para isso, querendo estar ao lado dela em um momento tão difícil.

“Eu disse que pode ir pra casa, filha… os meninos devem estar precisando de você…” Sua mãe disse, te observando olhar nervosa para o telefone. Era sexta-feira à noite, faziam apenas três horas que estava no hospital, mas já estava inquieta.

“Não, não vou sair mãe, estou aqui para cuidar de você hoje.” Você se levantou de onde estava, andando até ela e ajeitando um pouco os travesseiros em que estava encostada. “Eu só estou com um mal pressentimento… mas deve ser porque nunca fiz isso antes, tenho certeza de que eles estão bem.” Sorriu.

E de fato, eles estavam. Pelo menos até aquele momento.

Durante a noite tudo ocorreu de forma tranquila. Todos cozinharam juntos o jantar, jogaram um jogo de tabuleiro enquanto tomavam sorvete como sobremesa, e logo estavam todos em seus quartos, prontos para dormir.

“Nem está sendo tão difícil cuidar deles, não sei porque a S/N estava tão preocupada…” O Jaehyun disse, se deitando do seu lado da cama enquanto observava o Ten terminar sua Skin Care.

“É… mas devo admitir, as coisas estão estranhamente tranquilas, até quando ela está aqui eles não são bonzinhos assim… não lembro a última vez que eles passaram uma noite inteira sem brigar desse jeito.” Guardou o último produto que tinha usado, indo até a cama e se deitando também.

“É verdade…” O mais novo respondeu. “Mas talvez seja saudades da S/N, ou preocupação com a avó deles…” Terminou, apagando a luz e se ajeitando para dormir.

“Espero que sim…” O Ten completou, fazendo o mesmo.

Como já era de se esperar, a calmaria acabou de forma rápida. Na verdade foi logo pela manhã do dia seguinte que o caos começou. E quando eu digo caos, é de forma genuína.

“O que houve?” O Ten disse, ainda meio tonto de sono, entrando no quarto dos meninos, e sendo seguido pelo Jaehyun logo atrás.

“O Hajoon vomitou na minha cama!” O Seojun disse, nervoso, olhando para o mais novo que estava acuado na prórpria cama.

“Eita que nojo.” O Jaehyun disse, mas logo se prontificou em ir tirar a roupa de cama suja e a levar para o lado de fora, enquanto o Ten se aproximava do pequeno.

“Você tá passando mal?” Ele perguntou, se sentando do lado dele e colocando a mão em sua testa, para ver a temperatura. “Que estranho, não comemos nada fora do normal ontem…”

“Acho que foram os doces que o Seojun Hyung me deu…” Ele falou antes mesmo de raciocinar o que tinha dito, fazendo o mais velho já o olhar bravo.

“Fica quieto, Hajoon!” Ele gritou, bem no momento em que o Jaehyun entrou, já olhando estranho para a situação.

“Não fala assim com o seu irmão, ele tá doente.” Falou, sendo cortado pelo Ten, que se levantou, nervoso.

“Ele não está doente, eles comeram doce escondido…” Suspirou, olhando para o mais velho. “Por que fez isso? Se quisesse alguma coisa era só pedir… sabem que não podem comer as coisas sem limites, exatamente para não acontecer isso aqui.” O Ten terminou, e o seu parceiro concordou.

“Nada teria acontecido se não fosse por esse bebê chorão!” Ele falou, apontando para o mais novo, que logo se levantou para se defender.

“Eu não sou bebê chorão.” Ele disse, apesar de começar a chorar logo em seguida.

O que aconteceu em seguida foi de uma rapidez absurda. Em um instante, eles viam os seus dois filhos brigarem cada um de um lado do quarto. E, no instante seguinte, havia um pequeno bolo de crianças no chão do quarto, brigando e rolando de um lado para o outro. É claro que os seus maridos foram rápidos em separar os meninos, mas infelizmente não rápidos o suficiente.

“Aaaaii!” Ele ouviram um grito agonizante vir do mais velho que fez com que todos paralisassem por um instante. “Meu braço! O Hajoon caiu no meu braço, papai tá doendo.” Ele caiu no choro, e logo ambos os pais estavam o acudindo de forma desesperada.

“Pega o carro e coloca o Hajoon lá, eu vou pegar as coisas do Seojun e já vou lá com ele também.” O Ten disse, já se levantando, e o Jaehyun concordou, pegando o mais novo no colo, que logo também começou a chorar.

“Pai, eu machuquei o Hyung? Ele vai morrer?” O pequeno disse, aos prantos, enquanto era colocado no carro, enquanto o Ten fazia o mesmo do outro lado do banco.

“Não, ninguém vai morrer.” O Jae disse. “Mas você machucou o seu irmão sim…” Prendeu o conto no caçula, que logo se virou para o mais velho.

“Me desculpa Hyung, foi sem querer…” Ele disse, visivelmente chateado.

“Não tem nada pra dizer pro seu irmão, Seojun?” O Ten disse, já se sentando no banco da frente.

“Tudo bem…” O mais velho respondeu, apesar de estar olhando para o lado de fora da janela enquanto o carro saía. “E, me desculpa por te fazer passar mal…”

“Tudo bem, eu te perdoo.” O mais novo respondeu, com um leve sorriso, fazendo os dois homens na frente sorrirem um para o outro também.

”Ué, que estranho…” Você disse, olhando para o seu celular, e fazendo a sua mão tirar a atenção do programa que assistia na tela do seu notebook. “Recebi uma mensagem do convênio dizendo que o Seojun deu entrada aqui no hospital…”

“Será que foi engano?” Sua mãe questionou, e você de ombros, fazendo ela voltar a falar depois de ficar em silêncio por alguns instantes. “Talvez seja melhor ir verificar… se qualquer forma, se for engano, você já pode resolver.”

Você acabou por concordar, garantindo que estaria de volta assim que possível. Infelizmente isso acabou demorando mais do que o esperado.

Você foi até a área da emergência, lugar onde o erro parecia ter cometido, mas assim que colocou os pés lá percebeu que não era um erro.

“Ai meu Deus, o que vocês estão fazendo aqui?” Você falou, assim que avistou os seu dois maridos sentados em umas cadeiras.

“Merda…” O Ten falou, baixinho. “Não tinha dito que ela tava no outro hospital?” Ele sussurrou nervos para o Jaehyun.

“Acho que confundi…” Ele respondeu, igualmente baixo, bem a tempo de você chegar neles.

“O que aconteceu com o Seojun?” Você disse, mas mal foi possível dar uma chance para eles responderem, porque logo sentiu um par de bracinhos rodar a sua cintura.

“Mamãe!” O seu filho caçula, e você se virou apenas para se deparar com o seu mais velho com o braço totalmente engessado, e um olhar desesperado. Ah, mas você ia matar os seus maridos.

“E se a gente comprar um presente pra mamãe?” O Hajoon disse, amuado no colo do Ten, que apenas suspirou em resposta.

“Sua mãe não quer presente… ela só queria que a gente tivesse ficado bem para ela poder cuidar da vovó…” Disse, de forma doce, e o pequeno concordou.

“E se a gente pedir ajuda da vovó?” Foi a vez do mais velho falar, abrindo a boca pela primeira vez desde que você tinha ido embora, e pegando todos de surpresa.

“Continue…” O Jaehyun disse, se aproximando dele e se sentando ao seu lado.

“A vovó é a única pessoa que a mamãe vai ouvir agora… se a gente falar para a vovó que estamos arrependidos de verdade, ela talvez possa convencer a mamãe a ficar menos brava com a gente.” Ele falou, e o restante concordou com a cabeça.

“O tio de vocês me disse que vai ficar com a vovó essa noite, então a S/N provavelmente vai voltar pra casa de qualquer jeito…” O Jaehyun acrescentou, também recebendo um aceno de todos, que já começavam a compreender o que deveria ser feito.

“Têm certeza que não querem que eu fique?” Você perguntou para sua mãe e seu irmão. “Não é como se eu estivesse com muita vontade de voltar para casa de qualquer maneira…” Suspirou, e sua família se entreolhou.

“Pode ficar tranquila, gatinha.” Seu irmão disse, se levantando e andando até a porta. “Eu cuido da mamãe… vou só dar uma passadinha no refeitório e já estou de volta.” Ele falou, dando um aceno de cabeça para sua mãe, ato que passou despercebido por você.

“Filha…” Sua mãe disse, assim que ficaram sozinhas. “Lembra quando me disse pela primeira vez que estava namorando o Ten e o Jaehyun?” Você franziu o cenho, mas concordou com a cabeça de qualquer maneira. “Lembro até hoje que quase infartei na época, mas logo isso passou porque eu sabia que, apesar de tudo, você estava em boas mãos.” Você começou a imaginar onde ela iria chegar, mas deixou que terminasse de qualquer maneira. “Afinal quem melhor para cuidar da minha filha do que as duas pessoas que sempre a traziam bêbada, mas em segurança para casa quando você decidia encher a cara nos finais de semana?” Você riu de leve. “Ou os dois que te acharam em horas depois que fugiu de casa por ter brigado comigo, e te trouxe de volta também em segurança? Ou ainda os dois que fizeram questão de me buscar ás três e meia da manhã enquanto estava em trabalho de parto porque sabiam o quanto você me queria lá?”

“Tá tá… já entendi…” Você suspirou, e sua mãe riu de leve.

“Acidentes acontecem, S/N… mas nem sempre eles são um erro.” Você a olhou. “Olha você e seu irmão!” Dessa vez você riu alto, e sua mãe se juntou à você. “Você sabe que eles são bons pais… e também que se esforçam muito para todos vocês… seja menos dura com eles.”

Você suspirou, se levantando da cadeira onde estava e se aproximando da sua mãe, a dando um abraço carinhoso, mas delicado para não a machucar.

“Você está certa, mãe… eu vou lá ver os meus meninos.” Você disse, sorrindo e se afastando.

Você ficou alguns minutos dentro do carro, quando chegou em casa. Pensando sobre como poderia se desculpar por ter sido tão grossa com todos mais cedo. A verdade é que tinha se arrependido de tudo o que tinha falado no minuto em que saiu da porta, mas sabia que ainda assim estava nervosa demais para lidar com eles na hora. Agora, porém, era diferente.

O que a sua mãe tinha falado te afetou mesmo. E você não é idiota, viu que ela estava trocando mensagens com o Ten e que eles pediram para ela falar com você, mas, ainda assim… ela estava certa. Os seus maridos sempre estiveram ao seu lado, nos seus erros e acertos, e ainda assim você virou as costas para eles quando estavam com problemas.

Suspirou mais uma vez, encostando a testa no volante por alguns segundos, ainda pensando em qual poderia ser a melhor maneira de falar com eles. Mas os seus pensamentos foram cortados por uma batidinha no vidro da janela.

“Seojun?” Disse, vendo o seu filho mais velho do outro lado, e logo sentindo o seu peito apertar ao ver o braço dele machucado, e se lembrar de como foi cruel com eles mesmo assim. Por isso, não demorou para sair do veículo, e o puxar para si, com cuidado para não o machucar ainda mais.

“Você tá bem, mãe?” Ele perguntou, e você se afastou um pouco, o olhando nos olhos.

“Claro que sim meu amor… quem deveria estar fazendo essa pergunta aqui sou eu, olha só pra você…” Disse, passando a mão pelo gesso, mas dando um leve sorriso ao ver que o caçula e os seus maridos já haviam o rabiscado.

“Mãe…” Ele disse, parecendo envergonhado. “Tudo o que aconteceu foi culpa minha… por favor, não fica brava com o Hajoon e os papais…” Você podia ouvir a vozinha dele começar a falhar, o que fez com que se abaixasse e segurasse o seu pequeno rosto para que olhasse para você.

“Não foi culpa de ninguém, meu amor… e não se preocupe, eu não estou brava.”

“Não?” Ele perguntou genuinamente surpreso, te fazendo rir.

“Não… eu amo demais meus meninos pra ficar longe por tanto tempo.” Respondeu, o dando um beijo na bochecha no momento em que a porta da garagem abriu, dando lugar à um Jaehyun visivelmente desesperado.

“Seojun?” Ele gritou, à procura do filho, mas congelou assim que te viu ali. “S/N?” Ele falou mais leve, correndo até você e te puxando para um abraço instantaneamente, mas se soltou pouco tempo depois, um pouco envergonhado. “Desculpa… sei que está brava, mas eu…”

“Tá tudo bem…” Riu de leve, se aproximando e o dando um selinho. “Eu também estava com saudade.”

“Eca!” Você ouviu um coro de três vozes, sorrindo quando viu o seu outro marido e seus dois filhos bem atrás do Jaehyun.

“Até parece que não quer um também…” Você disse, depositando um leve beijo também nos lábios do Ten, e causando mais um coro de ecas.

“Ainda bem que voltou.” O Ten disse, enquanto observava você abraçar o caçula. “Eu sei que pisamos na bola, mas a gente promete que isso nunca mais vai acontecer…” Você podia ver o arrependimento no rosto de todos eles, o que fez o seu coração doer mais uma vez.

“Se tem alguém que precisa se desculpar, esse alguém sou eu… vocês claramente precisavam de mim, e eu os deixei sozinhos e preocupados… me desculpem…” Assim que terminou de falar foi coberta por quatro pares de braços, o que te fez rir. Era bom estar de volta em casa.

“Vai logo mãe!” O Seojun disse, rindo do quão perfeccionista você estava sendo com a assinatura do gesso dele. “Desse jeito quando acabar meu osso já vai estar curado.”

“Ei!" Disse, ofendida, mas sem conseguir segurar uma risada, que foi acompanhada pelo restante da família.

“Okay, vão ser duas pizzas, uma de quatro queijos e uma de calabresa, certo?” O Ten, que estava procurando algo para pedirem pela internet, perguntou, e vocês concordaram.

“Pronto!” Disse, orgulhosa do seu desenho no braço do seu filho, que apesar das reclamações também pareceu ter gostado.

“A gente não vai pedir sobremesa?” O seu caçula perguntou, fazendo todo mundo o olhar indignado. “Eu tava só perguntando…” Ele fez um biquinho, se escondendo atrás do Jaehyun no sofá, que logo o puxou para o colo quando todos começaram a rir.

“Acho que é melhor evitar doces por um tempo, filho.” O Jae disse.

“É, seu irmão tem só mais um braço, não vai ser bom quebrar ele também…” Você falou, fazendo todos rirem mais uma vez.

“Ei!” O Seojun disse, assim como você mais cedo, e você o puxou para um abraço apertado, que ele lutou contra com todas as suas forças, mas acabou cedendo.

“Ah é…” Você disse, de repente, chamando a atenção de todos. “O que foi que vocês disseram para a minha mãe?” Seus maridos se entreolharam com um sorriso, já sabendo que você descobriria.

“A gente pediu para ela dizer para você vir buscar alguma coisa aqui em casa, pra gente poder tentar se desculpar com você.” O Jaehyun disse.

“Só isso?” Franziu o cenho, recebendo um aceno positivo de cabeça dos dois.

“Sim, pode pegar meu celular pra ver, se quiser.” O Ten disse, dando de ombros. “Por que?” Dessa vez foi a vez dele franzir o cenho.

“Por nada não…” Disse, sorrindo de forma despreocupada, o que foi o suficiente.

É, a sua mãe de fato estava certa. Aqueles dois te amavam muito mais do que você se dava conta.

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