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a series.
a messy divorce, unrequited feelings, and a five year old.
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full stop | 03: unhappy birthday
Hyejin has always been a ball of fury when you poked at the wrong buttons on her. But something about Jungkook and the aftermath of the divorce has made her even more apprehensive of the man, and you can only do so much to shift her opinions elsewhere.
“Fuck him over. Somehow, someway — just do it.”
You choke.
Eyes widening, sputtering out, “H-Hyejin..”
“I’m not kidding,” she deadpans, already rolling up her sleeves, “How many times do I have to tell you that fucker will never learn?”
A hand comes up, “Okay wait.” You pause. “Are we going to collectively forget Jungkook is my daughter’s father?”
Her head shakes. “Not relevant—and also hard for me to care when it comes to him.”
You exhale, eyes fluttering closed and palms resting flat on her kitchen table. “Look, I know he’s not the most liked between everybody right now. But, I can’t just tell him no.. That’s not fair.”
“But there’s boundaries,” she points and argues, then prompts, “What kind of outcome does he expect when he goes out with the one person who caused most of the mess two years ago.”
Your eyes roll back. “She took a micro-portion of it.”
“Her presence was still there and highly significant if I'm judging from most of the nights you came to me for!”
“Hyejin.” You glare.
“And don’t even try to do That Thing where you deduce your own valid feelings and assume everybody else’s choices and actions are reasonable when it’s clearly not!” You glare and she blatantly ignores it, waving you off, “And I know you’re keeping everything within yourself for the sake of being a better co-parent, or whatever fucking advice you read in the facebook group you’ve recently planted yourself in, but god. I’m mad, anyone would be mad, so let me be mad for you.”
“No one is going to be mad about this,” you finally decide. “There’s nothing to be mad about. He is his own person and he can make his own decisions.” She pins her stare at your nails that you pick at. You feel it. “Even if it means going out with someone younger, more exciting, who prances around with a pen in her hand as if she’s really doing something useful all the fucking time for whatever goddamn reason. I could care less,” you can’t help but mutter under your breath shortly after.
“Ha!” One of her acrylics poke at you and you flinch. “You are mad.”
You groan out loudly. “I’m not mad,” you exasperate. “All I’m saying is for him to have at least decent taste if he’s going to date. Not someone so expectant after a divorce.”
Her eyes narrow.
“But that’s not the point,” you make sure to add right after. Fingers run through your hair and you sigh. “Look,” you ease gently. “I’m trying to be alright in this, okay? The last thing I want to do is stomp in like a madwoman and refuse a relationship that would’ve happened sooner or later.”
Of course, she disagrees. “God,” she stands, grabbing both of your mugs and heading to the sink. “You’re turning into one of those Milf’s that stand by to live, laugh, and love—it’s grossing me out.”
Your ears perk at attention and you smile smugly. “You think I’m a Milf?”
“Shut up. You’re flattered.” She turns it on to soak both of your cups before the coffee sticks. “I only dropped by to tell you that it’s okay to freak out once in a while.”
The only reason she’s been keening on you to go apeshit in front of your ex-husband, was the frantic phone call you left on the night of ditching Jungkook in your own kitchen. Being that she was here now, claiming that Kiumin ached for a playdate with Yeona, when in reality, her only goal was to scold you for not swinging at the doll Jungkook pranced around with as of late.
She puts a hand on her hip and leans towards the counter. “Turning to corny coping mechanisms like following a Bob Ross tutorial isn’t going to fix your rage you’ve been pushing down.”
“Okay, but that’s only because Jungkook still has some of his supplies laying around and the only thing I could come up with was painting a fucking sunset. Sue me,” you defend, throwing your arms up. “Besides, you weren’t there to see him, Hyejin. He was getting out of his office for once, smiling even, a-and it was different. A good different, and..” You’re completely at a loss, mouth opening, then shutting back closed, because what was even the point.
“..You don’t want to take that away from him,” she finishes, a tilt to her head and a consoling expression gracing her features.
“Exactly,” you exhale. “I can’t even be mad that she’s actually getting him out there, taking him to things that didn’t involve work. Something I couldn’t even do-“
“Hey, no,” she stops you, head firmly shaking. “No, you don’t get to do that. You were there and present, even on the days you were close to giving up before you actually did — you were there, trying your absolute hardest, clinging onto what he barely gave you. You were never the problem, okay?”
You meekly nod, tired eyes on her when she takes a firm hold of both of your hands.
She makes it clear, saying, “As a wife and a mother, you were always there and that is something nobody can take away from you.”
“I know,” you confess. “I’m just in a weird position right now, and I’m stressed out from it. Not mad—stressed.”
“And you don’t have to be, alright?” She shakes on your shoulder. “I know I insisted on breaking some plates and screaming, but hearing you out, I’m sure you would rather stray from the subject as a whole.”
“Please.”
“Alright. I’ll get out of your hair for now, and if I come up with something to do for us that doesn’t involve egging someone’s car—“
“Hyejin!”
“—then I’ll let you know.”
You huff out a breath and finally stand, entering into her arms she spans out. “I’ll always be worried about you, babe.”
“I know,” you mumble, “And I’ll keep telling you I’m fine every single time you ask.” She pinches your side that earns a loud yelp from you and a hiss of pain a second later.
“Love you.”
“Always,” you promise and then remind, “Please save some space for Yeona’s birthday that’s coming up, and be prepared for any phone-calls beforehand of me crying because my baby’s growing up and I have no control to slow down time for it.”
“Ah, that’s right,” she says. “Tell me if you need any help planning, alright?”
“Of course.”
“Kiumin, baby,” she calls out, heading towards the living space, “Buddy, let’s go. We gotta get home before dinnertime.”
Both of your children are on the floor, several toys in front of them and a television with brightly lit characters and colors that did not have to be at a high-volume as it was right now.
“Aw,” the little boy pouts, “Okay.” He turns to your daughter and waves hesitantly.
“Bye Kiumin,” Yeona yells out, clambering across the floor to get a hug. Short arms wrap around tiny figures and it’s absolutely adorable. Your eyes can sense a hint of red on Kiumin’s cheeks when your daughter’s hands tug tightly onto his. “See you soon, maybe.” She shrugs.
“Don’t worry, Yeonie,” Hyejin promises. “We’ll meet up again soon.”
At that, Yeona nods enthusiastically and shuffles herself forward for another hug directed towards your best friend. “Bye, aunt Hyejin.” She receives a soft pat to her head.
“Be safe on the way home,” you order.
They make their leave swiftly, and it finally gives you time to properly breathe—and think for a long while.
-
Tiny fingers pinch the paper in between them, a determination set in her eyes as she excitedly jumps around in her seat. “It’s done,” she announces.
Your eyes resemble a wink when you squint at her, sun shining way too brightly for it to be this early in the morning. It practically reflects Yeona’s attitude in starting the day like this, while you sit pathetically in an oversized shirt and coffee in hand.
Taking the time in the morning for yourself was barely a thing, especially when it came to your daughter and her way too early sleep schedule her school had willed her on.
Instead of sleeping in, you’re dealt with Yeona already being wide-eyed in her bed, making grabby hands at the toys in her bedroom you’ve put the time in cleaning up on the floor from the night before.
Even staying home in her matching sweats her father had gifted her, she would still request her hair up and out of her face for the rest of the day. So, you’d be taking fifteen minutes to slick her hair up in her choice of a ponytail or pigtails instead of preciously sleeping in. Even right after, she’d become hungry, wanting breakfast to go along with her cartoons she had downloaded on her tablet.
Which was perfectly fine, you’d be up soon anyway, so it would be better overall to just start the day off a bit earlier. It would only just leave you a bit off-looking and disoriented in the things you’d do for yourself.
Years back, when Yeona was younger and you were still married, the routine was easier and much steadier when you would tag-team in getting ready for the day, passing off your daughter after one task would be done for the other and it would be your own turn for yours.
At first, it left you frazzled when you were alone most days, but now, since the separation has settled in, it’d been okay for the most part. It just meant that some of the things and time you put aside for yourself were sacrificed, and that you would have to save your self care routine for later in the night when Yeona would flutter her eyelashes closed for slumber.
You excitedly clap a few times and reach eagerly. “Can I see?”
Yeona’s birthday was reaching close and for most of them, you would be able to know exactly what she’d want for that particular year. Normally, it would be a themed party of whatever she had been obsessed with at that time, and obviously the gifts you would drown her in. Last year went with a breeze. You were glad at that time when most of the conflict between you and Jungkook had faded when the time came, solely focusing on your daughter and that was it. But now, with the way things had left between the two of you recently, you were worried it wouldn’t be the same as this year.
Yeona had declared she wanted something different this year and decided that she’d write it all out in a list. Still unsure and a bit confused, you complied and set out her supplies for her to take over on the paper. It was only fifteen minutes after she claimed that she was finished.
Leaning towards her paper, you expected it to be drowned in color and design, taking the same artistic habits as her father. But to no avail, it was left blank.
Your brows furrow. “I thought you were done?”
She nods. “I am!”
“So.. Where—“ You awkwardly left off, wondering if she was hiding it beneath the table or behind her back. She giggles when you curiously dip your head under the tabletop.
“In here,” she points. A single finger pokes at her head and she proudly smiles before explaining, “The list is in my head! If you read all of it at once, then it wouldn’t be fun, so I’ll tell Mommy the first thing now and the rest for later.”
Your mouth opens in a sound of realization, and your eyes glint at how clever she became. “So,” you excitedly lean towards her more, landing a soft peck on her forehead. “What does my baby want for her birthday?”
“No party,” she firstly says with a firm shake to her head.
Your eyes widened. “No party?” Since the beginning, it’s always been one.
“Nope.” Her lips purse out with a crinkle to her nose. “Mommy,” she says, eyes twinkling. “I’m growing, so big girls don’t have parties.”
You hum, “Is that so?”
She nods dramatically.
“So what would you want this year?”
“I would like to ask if we could have my birthday at Uncle Jin and Joonie’s beach house.”
Your brows shoot up. “That’s all the way in Jeju..”
She nods. “We could all take the ferry!” Then, she pouts. “We never go on the ferry.”
Her idea runs through your mind for a few seconds before theorizing with her, mindlessly murmuring to yourself, “We could take the one in Busan and visit Grandma and Grandpa on the way..” You were sure they would want to see Yeona on the day of her birthday.
Her eyes brighten when she picks up on your mumbles, grappling your wrist and shaking it, “Yes, Mommy! We’ll take everybody, like, Daddy’s co-workers and Kiumin!”
It seems that you were already confirming the idea instead of considering it, though it all seemed like a perfect idea that wouldn’t take a lot of effort or stress. You can already imagine the small gathering for the weekend getaway, already knowing how much the others would like some time off, especially the guys that would always be cooped up in the suffocated shop filled with needles and ink. It would be a nice way of switching a few things up and catching up with the rest of the inner circle you’ve accumulated from the time of being with Jungkook.
“Well,” you start, “Let me have a conversation with your Daddy and then maybe,” you halt when she begins to turn giddy, “Maybe it will happen. But he’s going to have to ask Uncle Jin and Joon if it’s alright, so it's honestly up to them to decide..”
“Okay,” she quickly obliges, confidence set in her tone and smile, telling you that she was completely sure of her idea and their compliance to it.
-
“Of course!”
Jungkook’s head drops down in embarrassment while you sit across from him, mouth almost gaping.
“S-Seokjin,” you sputter. “You barely even gave it a few seconds to think about.”
He shakes a hand back and forth, “Why would I need to?”
“You can’t just..“ You lead off hopelessly. Turning to the lanky man next to him, you raise a brow. “Namjoon?”
“Fine by me,” he says over a mouthful of noodles, “We barely even use the house, anyway.”
“O-Okay, but-“
“We should go a week before the date to check up on it,” Seokjin suggests to Namjoon.
“You’re right, just in case anything is out of place,” he replies.
“The fireplace should be okay, right? I heard it rained last weekend.”
And then they fall into their own conversation, leaving you and Jungkook, the real parents in this situation — silent.
“I guess.. It’s happening?” You squeak out. The expensive couch sits uncomfortably on your bum, and you grow sweaty from being left to bask in the tension between the man across from you. It’s awkward, almost dragging on since you’ve entered the flat and sat down with Jungkook.
You were thankful at first, when Seokjin had butted in the conversation, boyfriend in tow.
The last time you’ve encountered your ex-husband, were only the past few weeks of dropping off Yeona on his days off, stoically handing her to him and running off until you would have to pick her up again.
It was childish, you knew that. You knew it exactly when you turned your back to him and completely shut him out three weeks ago. But at this point, it was the only way you were able to cope with however you were feeling about him, and simmering down most of your anger. But seeing that you would have to deal with him sooner rather than later, being that Yeona’s birthday was coming up, you were reluctantly willing to face him.
“Yeah, I don’t think we have a choice,” he chuckles, palms nervously rubbing against his knees. A small part of you is definitely basking in the way he squirms under your scrutiny.
“It’s fine,” you say, “This was the biggest part of Yeona’s list, anyway. She really wanted this.”
He offers a quirk to his lips, and your heart immediately seizes, having to force yourself to stop looking at him so obnoxiously. It’s gross, really, how you’ve managed to be so affected by him - good or bad, since the very start.
A throat clears, and it’s Namjoon, one hand stuffed in his pocket while the other on Seokjin’s lower back. You grow curious if he noticed. “Tell Yeona we can have her birthday at our house in Jeju.”
“Thank you, really—to you both. She really wanted this, and for you guys to be there too.”
“Of course, we’ll send a message to the rest that they’re invited.”
With a smile, you stand and wrap your arms around both of them on your way out. “Thank you, again,” you can’t help but repeat. They only chuckle in your tight grasp that clearly proved how grateful you were to them.
“I’ll walk you out to your car,” Jungkook offers when he stands.
You shake your head, “It’s alright. I took a bus here.”
“Then, I’ll drive you back.”
“Jungkook, no, it’s okay-“
Already disappearing into his room, he makes a grab for his jacket and shoes to head out.
Seokjin chuckles when you whip around to face back the both of them, “Stubborn.”
You’re breathless when you repeat in stress, “Yeah.”
“Have a good night, _____.” Namjoon and Seokjin simultaneously wave, sending you both out the door. You embarrassingly let out a light laugh, waving back and wishing the same for them.
You rush to the side of Jungkook when they disappear.
Nobody talks, even until you’ve reached his car, unlocking the doors and allowing you to slip in the passenger side.
He got the vehicle shortly after finalizing his move out of the house, offering the one you previously shared and owned. You didn’t have much of a choice when he slipped the keys in your hand and left shortly after without any argument. You were more nervous that if you pushed more for him to take it, he’d go out and buy you a new one the next day.
For Jungkook driving the sleek black car everyday, it practically seems unused, leather seats still having that particular smell and everything still being tidy around it. Then again, Yeona is now older and less messy than before.
Everything in the car is so exactly him, and you weren’t quite sure how to feel about it.
After buckling up and properly settling in, he slides the keys in the slot, leaving you to stare at the hanging car accessory up at the rearview mirror.
It’s a picture of you and Yeona, laid out on the floor. You remember the memory clearly, Yeona declaring a tickle fight and sprawling out on the floor for a fair match. Even with Yeona sat on top of you, it seemed that you were winning in the game with how her head was thrown back and a wide grin on her face, you could practically hear the squeal she was letting out in the picture.
He still had it.
For a second, you smile back at it.
You barely even notice the car already moving and him asking the question, “Why didn’t you drive?”
Your head flicks to him, and your eyes stay right at his jaw when he makes a smooth turn. You shrug, “It was nearby, I didn’t mind.”
“You should’ve told me,” he says, “I would have come home instead of you travelling all this way for me.”
Home. He still called it home, like it’d be any day now for him to return to it, that this was all a temporary fix until everything would get less foggy.
“It’s fine,” you pass off. “I didn’t think you would see the offer as worthy since Yeona is at my mom’s place right now.”
His head shakes, turning away from the road to catch your eyes for a split second. “I don’t need any reason to see you, _____. Just tell me, and I’ll be there.” It’s with vigour and promise, you almost turn flustered.
You let out a small scoff before looking down at your hands. “If you said that a long time ago, we would’ve still been married,” you joke, though it comes out bitter. “Thanks for the offer, though,” you sarcastically add.
The car suddenly halts and you look up, the red traffic light flashes in front of you.
Jungkook shuts his eyes before tiredly letting out a sigh.
You grow anxious, looking out the window from the side. Some of the restaurants and shops are surprisingly still open and you focus on the windows with bright lighting inside of the buildings. Friends and couples are eating out, some are laughing, and you wonder what some of their conversation consisted of. You surmise it’s something foolish when one of them throws their head back in a fit of laughter.
Your hands grip each other when a pair from the opposite side of your vision pucker up and kiss. It turns personal way too quickly and you immediately feel like you're intruding, grateful that the light turns green and you finally move away from the intimate image, wondering if you would ever get close to that phase of your life again.
The silent minute brings you to announce abruptly, “We’re going to take the ferry in Busan instead of here, so that she would be able to see your parents before leaving.”
“Sounds fine,” he replies. “My mother would like that.”
You nod.
“What about yours?” He suggests.
You sigh, head hitting the headrest of the seat softly. “Another detox trip. They said they would send her a birthday card before they would leave. Probably why they’re spending as much time with her as they can before they leave.”
Even with eyes on the road, he still seems to be listening intently. He hesitates a few seconds before asking, “How’s your dad?”
You send him a smile, the least you could do before answering, “Still hates you.”
He snorts. “Yeah,” he says, “I figured.”
You swallow tightly and decide to ask, “How’s settling with Seokjin?” It’s been a couple of years, but still, it all still feels new and something you haven’t gotten around to asking ever since.
He hums, “It’s quiet most of the time since he’s at Namjoon’s nearly everyday..”
“The place is practically yours then,” you attempt to joke again, but it comes out as hardly, not exactly comfortable to throw that specific tone around.
He shrugs. “Wish he would let me pay more than half of the rent, but it’s tolerable.”
“Are you ever planning to get your own place soon?”
“Huh,” he thinks. “Haven’t put much thought into it.”
“Well, if you ever do, I can always help out,” you quietly suggest and he takes a quick glimpse at you to see if you were actually being serious.
“Really?”
You nod. “Yeah. I actually think it would be cool for Yeona to have a second room at your place. So it’s home over there for her as it is with me.”
Another red light, and his eyes blink close for a moment. The conversation is going too fast and all of a sudden, it starts to hurt.
Jungkook doesn’t want another home, a place that reads that he is officially separated from you and out of his reach, not when it doesn’t include you in it.
It would hurt him even more if you would egg it on, support him and the move away from you, like you would want him to, and maybe you really did. He would understand why. Still, it hurts when you talk so freely like this, seemingly eager to get rid of him.
Jungkook doesn’t voice his disagreement, avoiding talking at all and keeping his mouth closed instead.
The conversation falls off after that, and he most likely figured that would be the most he got out of you for the rest of the car ride.
That was until you spoke up again.
It was quiet, almost barely heard, and it’s said quickly. “You can invite her, you know?”
His fingers unknowingly grip on the steering wheel.
You look back down. “I don’t mind and I don’t want you to think that I’ll hold you back from doing so.”
They want to reach out, grasp for your hands you keep fiddling with, scold you for biting on your lip too harshly, everything he used to do, he wanted to fall back and do it all at once.
They keep clinging to the wheel.
“I was mad back then,” you guiltily admit and he immediately shakes his head.
“You had every right to be.”
“I probably looked silly for being so mad on something I have no control over.” You move your eyes back over the window and the blurry images that pass by solemnly. “Especially when everything’s been said and done with, right?” You turn to him and he gulps. His heart drops at how quick and firm you said, as if it was that easy.
“Yeah,” he agrees quietly.
“Maybe this is a learning curve for us,” you nod to yourself. “So, I’m open to having her with us this year.”
He had no idea why you were so sure that everything between Seol and himself were solid enough to introduce her as his girlfriend, fuck, even he wasn’t sure he could spit the word out himself.
Everything was going by way too fast, too much to process.
He only nods, clinging onto actions rather than words to speak for him.
His throat clears and the car slows down to a clear stop. You peak over his head and find your house already being presented as the car decreases in speed.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” is all he says.
“Well,” your buckle releases and you slide out onto the edge of the seat, already gripping onto the handle. You offer him a smile. “Thanks, Jungkook.”
The door opens and he stiffly nods and doesn’t pull out of his spot until his own two eyes have watched your figure disappear into the entrance of the house.
-
“Did you double-check that you have everything?”
She nods.
“Okay, then I think we’re ready.” You clap, zipping up the rest of your bags.
She can’t even stand still with her excitement, having to run around at times when it got too much.
Ever since the beginning of planning this weekend trip, you surprisingly had a lot of time on your hands from the immense help of everybody else who volunteered to plan. You were glad that they reached out, but you also became antsy at the fact you had no control over the outcome of this gathering. In anything that Yeona wanted, you strived to make sure it would happen with reasonability. Being away from most of the planning had left you anxious on most days, wondering what Seokjin would be pulling under his sleeve on Yeona’s celebration.
“Here.” You hand her backpack to her, silently ushering her to turn around so you could slip it through her arms. “Sit on the couch and watch your show for now. Your father will be here soon to pick us up.”
She complies easily, shuffling towards the cushioned chair.
Before she becomes too absorbed in the cartoon, you ask a mindless theory for her to answer, “If Daddy shows up with a friend—that is a girl.. You’ll be nice, right?”
Her head tilts and her brows crease. “Girl—friend?”
Your fingers tighten against the hem of your sundress. “M-Maybe? I’m not sure, he hasn’t told me a lot about her..”
“That’s not right,” she notes. “Daddy should tell Mommy so she knows..”
You send her a softened smile that holds a sad shift in it. “Not this time, baby.” You look down at your hands. “Just be nice to her, okay?”
She only nods.
You brush off your knees when you stand back up, moving back towards your room to grab whatever else you might’ve forgotten and rush through most of your makeup bag to fix yourself up a bit.
You debated a few times in your head to switch up your dress for another one in your bag. Usually, you never cared, but this time, oddly, you wanted to satisfy more than yourself with the way you currently looked and dressed as - for whatever reason you cannot decipher as. But having to change, you would also have to switch out Yeona’s dress since you both decided to match today.
You decided not to bother since it would take too much time, especially since you hear the buttons being pressed at your front door, buzzing when the code punches in and indicating that Jungkook was finally here.
You quickly pull and clip on a necklace that was mindlessly set on your bedside table, and rush out the room with your bags.
When both of them come into view, you already see Yeona attached to Jungkook’s hip. No one else.
“Hey,” you breathlessly greet with a nod, trying not to seem blunt by focusing on the front door to see if a certain person tagged alone. “I hope this isn’t too much—? I cut down most of it last night..”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it,” then looks down at the bags, “But—uh, are you sure you need all of this? It’s only a couple of days.”
“Yeah, but,” you hesitate, pushing some strands of your hair away, “It’s clothes, swimsuits, sunscreen, shower products, presents—“
“Presents?” Yeona brightens.
“No,” You and Jungkook rush.
“Mommy meant something else..”
“Oh.” Her expression flattens. “Then what did she mean?” She presses.
Jungkook’s mouth gapes and he attempts to spit out an answer before you boisterly interrupt, “Oh no! We’re running late.”
He nods comically when he meets eyes with you. “Y-You’re right! Let me take your bags,” he offers.
You practically shove them into his hands when you switch positions, taking Yeona into your own and softly letting her down.
When you stand up straight, he eyes the both of you in awe when he notices.
“You’re both matching.”
You grow heated under his gaze and shyly nod, straightening out the flimsy skirt of your dress. “She’s been hounding me to get a mini size for her when I wear mine, so this was her first gift from me.”
Her tiny hands cling onto your fingers and squeezes them, “Yup! We wanted to look pretty for Daddy.”
You practically choke out a small cough at her statement as he arches a brow towards you, your cheeks dusting a shade of embarrassment immediately.
“T-There was no set intent for doing this exactly,” you defend with a growing pout before you childishly point at Yeona and sputter, “It was her idea and I just went with it.”
He chuckles, encouraging the dusty rose to spread to your ears and neck. “Well,” he starts and confirms, “You both look beautiful.” He’s already turning away and moving towards the door before you can react. “I’ll compliment you more when we get in the car, but we should hurry.”
You both scurry in front of him, and a firm hand lands on the small of your back to lead you out. Whipping around slightly, you turn surprised from the mere gesture.
A certain feeling washes over you — it’s nostalgic, almost drowning you from the blunt force when his fingers land on only the thin material that separates your skin from his. For a second, it feels like what it has always been.
Even as false pretense or even reassurance, you bask in the feeling you can only assume is melancholy and warmth, all at the same time. It’s bittersweet, but it’s something and it’s clearly there.
He offers a smile, and it’s not a polite one you usually send each other when you would interact, it’s not a forced one either. It was genuine, and it was towards you.
A smile that read this weekend would be a memorable one, like all of the other birthdays you celebrated each year.
For a split second, you feel like a family again.
The door clicks shut and you finally all head out to fulfill Yeona’s birthday journey.
-
“God,” he rubs at his shoulder that aches. “What did you pack in here to make me feel like this four floors down?”
Rolling your eyes, your daughter’s leg brushes against you when it kicks up for the minute of buckling her up. You don’t bother asking her to stop, silently allowing her to start playing with your hair when you lean over the other side of her carseat. You adjust her sandals while you’re at it. “We took the elevator, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”
“You weren’t the one carrying it,” he argues, shutting the trunk closed.
Finally finished with making sure Yeona would ride safely in the backseat, you recover your crouched form and rise. “You offered.”
He sighs, hands on his hips, and a smile creeping on his face he managed to halt before your eyes would land on them. “You never answered my question.”
Both of you make it to the front of the car and slip in, shutting the car doors simultaneously in coincidence.
You wave a hand in dismissal before reaching up for the seatbelt. “It’s a few gifts for your mother. She really liked the scent of the apartment when she last visited, so I packed a few candles of the ones I’ve been using.”
“A few?” He scoffs, pinning you a look. The car begins to run when he slides the key in the slot. He has a hard time believing in your estimate of the amount you were bringing when he picks up weights on a regular basis at the gym, not boasting when he clearly can’t help mentioning it every now and then. There were way more than a few.
You hesitate, observing him shift the gear and backing the car up and out of the parking space. “Fine, I slipped in a few more for Seokjin,” you confess and it’s clear that he has a smug smirk carrying his expression. “Only because he asked,” you huff.
A light chuckle slips out and his fingers on the center console almost twitch when he hears you let one out also.
You abruptly turn towards the backseat. “Yeonie? Please turn down your tablet.” It Had been ringing in both of your ears since you got in the car. You wanted to have a proper conversation without having to scream out your words over the rhymes and overplayed sound-effects.
When she does, you finally sigh and lean back in pure exhaustion from the lack of sleep the night before.
Jungkook notices.
“You okay?” He asks.
Your eyes flutter open slowly and you nod. “Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, so I’m dealing with the repercussions of it.” Your gaze on the road soon turns blank.
If you were being honest, it’s been a long time in dealing with enough sleep. If you were in bed, you were most likely staying up, keeping yourself busy, not deeming it as a good enough reason to sleep just yet. Before, you slept easily, paying no mind to what was happening around you, you actually slept. Something changed to the point where you weren’t granted that access anymore, having to question the exact reason on why you should even sleep. You weren’t sure if you would find it, sticking with just coaxing yourself into slumber through most nights.
“You can take a nap if you want,” he suggests. “It’s going to take a while before we get there, so you might as well.”
You hum absentmindedly, barely registering any of his words if you were being honest.
Yeona yawns. He shifts his attention to the back, watching Yeona squirm for a comfortable spot - as comfortable as she can get - in her carseat. “Are you sleepy too, baby?”
She mewls out a tired noise in confirmation and leans her head to the padded side of hers. “Daddy, sing to me,” she requests, blinking, lagging until they fully close.
Jungkook’s soft hums fill up the noise of the car other than the white noise surrounding you when he drove.
Your eyes go back to closing when it hits you, a metaphorical blanket that deems where you were, what you were doing, and who you were with — as safe. Your brows furrow unconsciously at the thought that you’ve been dealing with this specific problem about your sleep for God knows how long, but Jungkook suddenly fixes it and now it’s all gone.
You finally sleep.
-
An hour into the drive and you suddenly ask, “Is she.. Driving on her way too?”
His eyebrows furrow and he turns to stare at you, disoriented by the question. “Who?”
You eye him wearily and tip your head forward, like it was obvious.
He’s still confused.
“Seol?” You finally spit out.
“Oh.”
That’s all he says and you grow impatient. “So?”
“She’s not coming,” he finally answers. “I didn’t invite her. Why would you think I would?”
“She wasn’t in the car when you picked us up, or at the house, so I just assumed..”
“No,” he quickly denies, looking you in the eye this time. “She’s not coming.”
“Oh—okay.” You wonder why.
It’s silent except for when his throat clears and he turns the car.
“Um,” you drag unsurely. “Are you.. Still—seeing each other?” It’s personal, and you regret asking, but for the sake of your bouncing leg and bated breath, you wait.
“I—I don’t know? I mean we’re going out, but it’s not anything official.” He looks nervous, eyes shifting back and forth from one side of a street to another.
“So.. You haven’t asked her to be your girlfriend yet?”
This is weird. Too fucking weird and now Jungkook’s acutely uneasy because there is absolutely no malice in your voice. Just curiousness being unravelled.
“No, not really,” he nervously stammers, and he tries his best to gauge your reaction but you hold absolutely nothing to read on. “I want to decide carefully.” You suddenly stare back at him and he has no choice but to continue, “Like you said. I want to make sure it’s right. No fuck-ups anymore. Not with you or Yeona.”
Your head shakes. “Jungkook, you don’t have to-“
“It’s my decision,” he firmly states, “and it’s on my terms.”
-
Jungkook’s mother was always a bright soul who greeted and welcomed you with open arms.
The first time you were off to meet her, you were twenty-three years old and absolutely terrified, and you made sure to tell Jungkook that before you even stepped foot in the house he grew up in.
You informed him how much bad luck you came with when it involved meeting your partner’s parents. More specifically — your past boyfriends and their overly clingy mothers who did not like you no matter what you did, as long as you were dating their son.
“My mom loves everyone,” Jungkook explained previously the night before the anticipated meeting.
You shook your head vigorously, eyes wide and anxious, shivering from having the thought of reliving something you always dreaded. “That’s what they all say before we end up arriving and then all of a sudden I’m being pounced on by an overbearing mother who obviously can’t stand the thought of having another woman in her son’s life.”
He laughed. “Your exes were probably an only child,” and then continued to inform as if it would ease your nerves, “I have an older brother.”
You shrieked. “Holy shit, that makes it even worse because you’re her youngest. The baby of the family—her baby.” He cackled and you landed a solid strike at his arm with a whine, “Jungkook, Take me serious.”
“Alright, okay,” he shushed you and tugged at your hips before closing in on you. “I can assure you that my mother isn’t some type of villain you’ve painted out in your head.”
You winced and patted his chest with a pout, “Sorry. Past minor trauma.”
“I get it,” he reassured. “But she’s different than the rest, I promise.”
And she definitely was.
The house fills with a scent of something cooking on the stove top and it immediately engulfs you in warmth when you hear the television going off in the spacious area of the living room, assuming it was Jungkook’s father planted on his signature chair he was always found in.
When Yeona finally kicks off her shoes, she immediately runs through the house to find her grandmother.
“Careful,” Jungkook calls from next to you.
He notices your dazed state and takes a step closer. “How are you feeling? Still tired?”
Your mouth falls open and you shake your head with a smile, brushing it off, “My head is aching a bit from the long car ride, but I’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll sit down for a few.”
He shows concern in his expression and leans forward to inspect you carefully. “Come here.”
“I told you I’d be okay, Gguk. I’m fine.” Still, your feet take you closer towards him until calloused fingers land at your temples before applying pressure. “Mm,” you let out in surprise, lips pressed when he goes in circular motions against your skin, grappling onto one of his wrists for support. Your eyes flutter shut when the pain starts to subside. Four fingers each from both hands are firmly planted while his two thumbs continue to ease the throbbing that’s been planted in your head since you’ve gotten out of the car.
“Starting to feel better?” He murmurs softly.
You nod with the space he provided for it. “I still think I should just take some medicine.”
He doesn't stop his ministrations, only humming. “In a minute. Want to avoid my mom a bit longer before she starts to ask why I haven’t been visiting lately.”
A smile quickly settles on your lips and you squeeze at the wrist you’ve been gripping on.
It’s up close when he sees you softly giggle and his heart surges forward. Your eyes open back up and you’re suddenly staring at such a close proximity.
“She worries about you.”
“I know,” he promises. “Just not sure what to say when she starts interrogating me.”
Before your mouth can slip in an answer, a throat clears and you tense immediately.
You both stiffly turn towards the new figure in the room who raises an amused brow.
“Uh, hi Mom. Where’s Yeona?”
“With your father.”
You remember suddenly before coughing and tugging at Jungkook’s hands that stay planted against your head.
“We were just..” Jungkook attempts, wiping off his palms that have gotten significantly clammy in the span of a minute or two.
“Headache,” you finish and state for him.
“Yeah.”
“Did we go back in time before medicine was a thing?” She jokes then tilts her head towards the direction of one of the bathrooms. “There’s painkillers in the medicine cabinet.”
“Uh I’m going to.. Yeah.” Jungkook scratches at the back of his neck and seems unsure before seeing himself out to grab for the bottle of pills.
“Please, don’t give me that look,” you beg once the embarrassment settles in and your cheeks start to warm up.
“No, I’m just happy is all.” She smiles in satisfaction. “Last time I checked, you were divorced to my son.”
You groan. “And I still am.”
“Then what was that?” She refers back to the scene she had unfortunately walked in on.
“A ploy to drag out time before hearing your questions about why he hasn’t been visiting as often as he should be,” you easily tattle.
She gasps.
Jungkook walks back in with two bottles in hand, eyes bouncing back and forth to each one. “It doesn’t matter which brand right? I brought out two just in case-“
“Jeon Jungkook,” his mother scowls.
He freezes and looks up to his infuriated mother, then pointedly looks at you before the gears turn in his head.
“You told her?”
You simply shrug and snatch both bottles away before his mother would start shifting her target towards him. “Thank you.”
You don’t bother to hear the scolding, instead, walking through the house to find where your daughter had drifted off to.
Mrs. Jeon takes some time to catch up with her son and gives you enough to rest from the prolonged car ride.
Small feet tap on the wooden floor and you try to search for the doe eyes and pouty lips that come with them.
“Yeona, where have you been?”
“With grandpa!” Then, she enthusiastically stomps. “He said my gifts are hiding from me.”
You chuckle. “Is that so?”
A bigger pair of feet walk in and Mr. Jeon looks flustered, as if he had done something he wasn’t supposed to do. His head angles down to Yeona and he explains, “I messed up! I was supposed to wait for Grandma to feed you guys before I said anything about birthday presents.”
Your mouth opens to reply that he was perfectly fine before large hands settle firmly on your shoulders. You squeak and jump, registering that it was only Jungkook when you whip around to face the culprit. “Seriously?”
“It’s payback,” he simply says. “I got scolded for fifteen minutes all because you decided to be a snitch.”
“Sorry.” You softly nudge. “She was assuming too much when she saw us.”
“Ah,” he realizes, and he suddenly seems okay with the thought of going down just for you. “I’ll have to talk to her again about doing that. Sorry.”
You dismiss it with a smile. “Just more worried about you. Poor baby,” you tease. “What? Did she make you face the wall for five minutes?” He scowls. “Jungkook, she misses you,” you reason.
“I know,” he mumbles. “I promised her I would be here more often.”
He has that look in his eye you are way too familiar with — when the gears start turning and he begins to overthink his whole entire schedule for the month, figuring out the time-slots—if he even has any free space for it.
“Hey,” you call, and he snaps out of it. “Don’t try to fill your family in your schedule as if they’re appointments. You’ll visit when you want to, okay? Not because you have to.”
He exhales and nods. “Right. I will.”
He then notices your features significantly brighter than the last time he’s taken them in, no more fatigued, so he asks, “Did you take the medicine?”
You nod. “I just took it, but moving around a bit is helping a lot already.
“That’s good.”
His brows furrow when he catches the expression on his dad. “Is he okay?”
You turn and observe him tailing your hyper daughter who has been checking every crevice of the house for any mere glimpse of eye-catching wrapping paper.
“Like father, like son,” is all you say and he stares on with no clue. “He’s literally a second away from hearing his own scolding.”
Mrs. Jeon walks in and shrieks. “You told her already—?!”
The man beside you sighs and questions out loud what on earth his father had done.
So, you explain, “They put on a scavenger hunt for Yeona’s gifts. Except, it was supposed to be after lunch.”
“Oh no.”
“Yeah.”
“You were supposed to wait so that I could take pictures for it!”
The older man’s hands get thrown up in defense. “She hasn’t found them yet, it’s fine.”
“What if she actually does?” She tests with a brow raised.
“Mom,” Jungkook calls and both of his parents finally turn to give him attention. “It’s alright. We can do the scavenger hunt now since we’ll be leaving soon.”
“You aren’t going to stay and eat?”
“Please don’t worry,” you kindly decline. “I’d feel bad if you were to cook something, just for us.”
She waves a hand carelessly in the air. “Nonsense! I want to do this for you. It’s been way too long since the last time I cooked for more than two people.”
Your elbow prods at Jungkook who lacks his own attention. You quickly send him a look, a silent message to stop her from whipping anything up when you wouldn’t have much time to properly eat it, given from your strict itinerary.
“We only have half an hour to be here before the next Ferry arrives,” he finally speaks up.
“Oh,” his mother dejects with a pout. “Well, that’s a shame.”
“Yeah, sorry mom.”
Your hip pushes against his side, and your throat clears. “We’ll come back and stay for dinner,” you promise.
“Please do,” she nods. “My son doesn’t even visit anymore.”
She plainly ignores Jungkook, whose mouth has dropped significantly. “Mom—! I told you I would visit more often.”
“Can’t even make a simple phone call,” she tsks. “Your ex-wife interacts with me at least three times a week—more than you ever did within a month.”
“Mom!”
Your hand lands on top of his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze and sending his mother a smile of understanding. “We’ll be there. Promise.”
She sighs, hands smacking against her fruity apron and then clapping enthusiastically. “Alright, fine! Let me get my camera first.”
Her son groans. “Just use your phone.”
Her head shakes, already bending down and shuffling through the drawers, “But you got me that nice camera for Christmas! I haven’t used it yet.”
“Alright, fine,” he reluctantly obliges. “Dad, will you please give my daughter a hint? She’s going crazy here.” He points and your daughter is exactly there, crawling through the coffee table and easing herself to the next tiny space she can fit in.
“Baby, you’re going to hurt yourself,” you warn when she breezes through a few expensive-looking structures around the house, “Or break something.. Jungkook—!” You tug on his sleeve and push him to grab her before any mishaps could happen.
When Jungkook finally gets a hold of a squirmy Yeona, his father finally ushers everybody outside towards the direction of the backyard where the scavenger hunt is officially located.
-
“They just texted me that they’re already at the house,” Jungkook suddenly announces by the time Yeona finds her fourth present.
You double-check the time on your phone and worriedly ask, “Do you think we’re running late?”
His head shakes. “I doubt it. If anything, we’re probably on time. We left really early in the morning.”
You sigh out with both shoulders deflating and he notices. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you ease. “Just worried, you know? This is the first year we aren’t doing a birthday party and she’s only turning six.”
“Hey,” he chuckles. “It’s not like these aren’t going to be a forever thing.”
“I know,” you groan and rub harshly at your temples. “I think I’m just so used to big gatherings, the amount of unnecessary attention, and the cake nobody eats because it’s all it really was for me growing up.” As much as the parties were for good intentions, it was never in a good way.
The only reason your mother was set on giving you a birthday party every year was for the pictures and some way into measly bragging about how well her life was going and not everybody else’s.
“And in no way I’m saying it as a way for Yeona to live through whatever I went through, but every year I try my best to plan something she wants.” You rub at your elbow unsurely with lips turned downwards. “For some reason, her not asking for one this year makes me think how much she didn’t like the others and how shitty I am for not seeing it much earlier.”
Yeona giggles when she picks out another that happens to be sneakily hidden snug between a few branches of a tree.
He shakes his head and calls for you softly. “Are you kidding? I’ve never seen her happier with every passing birthday you manage to outdo every year. Our daughter also has incredible confrontational skills - If she doesn’t like something, she’ll tell us regardless.”
You snort. “Right.” You grow nervous how serious he becomes when you catch onto his eyes and his front faces you so suddenly.
“She loves what you do every year,” he assures. He then reasons, “And maybe next year it’ll be different — she’s growing up.”
You slowly nod, handing him a laugh of disbelief. “Yeah. God, you’re right. Sorry.”
“Even standing here with a headache, you’re still worrying for nothing,” he scolds.
“I told you I already feel better,” you argue in return. “The medicine helped a bunch. I’m okay.” And for the next ten minutes, you ignore the side-eye full of concern overpowering on his side when he shoots you a glance. He’s known you since the start of his twenties, of course he would be able to pick out if you were lying or not.
“What’s the count?” Jungkook asks, eyes squinting from the bright sun casting down at the colorful yard.
His mother points the camera at him and raises a hand, “Number Five!”
“And how much in total?”
She pouts. “It wouldn’t be as much fun if I told you.”
“Mom.”
You shush him. “Leave her alone.”
“Six! Six! Six!” Yeona yells near the fence.
“You found the sixth one, sweetheart!” Jungkook’s father exclaims.
His mother curses and whips the camera back around. “I missed it!”
It’s comical when you watch it from afar, and a large smile blooms across your face at the three. “God,” you snort, quite endeared by the sight, “This is a mess. It’s cute.”
Jungkook stays behind alongside you to simply observe you and them, and he’s already memorizing every part and aspect of this moment to set aside for later.
Everything fell into place so perfectly, everybody belonging exactly where they were supposed to be.
“You really do look pretty today, _____.”
Eyes widening, you whip around to his figure with a questioned gaze.
He’s willing to repeat the words, let you know over and over until you grow tired of the repetitiveness, drown you in all of the compliments he’s thinking of right now.
But, you curtly nod and turn away. “T-Thanks.”
His hand reaches out, exactly to where yours is and his sight subconsciously falls on your fourth finger that was blank of a specific jewelry he put on you two years ago. It’s already been two fucking years and he still grows somber when his eyes catch onto where the diamond used to be.
No matter how many times he can confront it with his own eyes, stare at it for however long you would allow him to look, seek it every time it would raise or show itself — It still hurts nonetheless.
It’s exactly what makes him pull back and grip onto the chain tucked into his shirt, away from your eyes to see the charm that glints exactly like the first day you put it on him.
-
Finally having it be the middle of the day, you get to leave and head towards the station to get from Busan to Jeju.
The station is way more quiet than what you initially anticipated, it being the weekend and all, but the line barely lasts a minute, and you’re already boarding the ferry, right behind Yeona who holds her father’s hand tightly across the dock that transitions to the ship.
“Snacks?” Is the first thing Jungkook asks for when you all sit down and you quickly reach into Yeona’s backpack.
“All I have our a few baggies of rice-puffs and juice-boxes.”
“I want one!” Yeona intercepts, and greedy hands suddenly wave in front of your face.
“Alright, baby, hold on a minute.” You request and stare back up at Jungkook to propose the idea of sharing a muffin his mother offered last-minute when you slipped through the door to part ways. “There’s only two juice-boxes.”
Jungkook’s head shakes, going to decline the kind offer and allow you to have it before Yeona perks sweetly, “Daddy can share with me!”
His thumb and pointer softly caresses the supple cheek beneath it before landing a kiss on it and murmuring, “Always so sweet.”
Sitting back down, Yeona on Jungkook’s lap while you sit side-to-side, plastic cover of the muffin opened and lips pursed out to your own straw.
With Jungkook’s hands full, squirming daughter all over his lap, you make it easier for him by popping small pieces of the muffin in his open mouth.
You let out a laugh when you miss and watch a few chocolate crumbs dribble down his chin. “Sorry,” you murmur with a smile, fingers rubbing off some of where the chocolate smeared against his skin.
“Do you need a tissue?”
Turning to the nimble voice, you notice an elderly lady with a soft smile she carries so sweetly. “I’m sorry,” she laughs off. “I just noticed how much of a mess you’ve made on your husband.”
You both don’t flinch at the assumption, smiling back at her.
“Oh,” your voice brightens with a laugh of your own and bowing in your seat slightly, “Thank you so much for offering.”
She brings out a few from her own bag and reaches out over the seats, “Here.”
“Thank you again,” Jungkook says and she looks at you expectantly, practically requesting you to wipe off his mouth yourself. You jump at the realization and clear your throat with whatever protest that bubbled from within, and start with stiff fingers. You’ve already stuffed pieces of muffin in his mouth, what harm would it be to clean up the mess you’ve made? Except it’s completely different, not very easy doing the simple action with a bright-eyed old woman who seems very entertained by the aspect of it, all life returning to them when the tissue rubs at his bottom lip.
“Daddy,” Yeona taps. “Want off.”
His gentle grip on her tummy loosens and allows her to slide off of his legs to approach the woman. Your daughter gently waves and let’s her smile speak for itself, so easy to sway the woman when she was so used to doing this to every other person she meets daily.
“Hi there.” The woman waves back and bends her back more forward to reach Yeona’s level. “Where are you off to today?”
“Jeju!” She exclaims, and then boasts proudly, “It’s my birthday.”
The woman eggs her giddiness on by clapping gently, “Oh wow. What a wonderful place to celebrate your birthday!”
“Yes ma’am,” she agrees sweetly, hands clasped behind her back. “I told my Mommy and Daddy to bring me there and they said yes! We even rode all together here!”
The woman spares you an odd look at the figures Yeona points at, and you both refrain meeting her eyes that read about obviously riding together, you were married with a kid after all.
At least, to her eyes you were.
Unfortunately, the both of you lacked the guts to tell her the truth, and that this was just another day to simply tolerate each other more than you already do during the week.
Nothing more, nothing less.
The woman hums. “Your parents must love you a lot then. They look good together, too.”
It all seems too much, as if she was mocking you, and you immediately grow antsy at her nosy stare.
Luckily, after Yeona had her fair share in her frankly short conversation with the older woman, she left all of you alone for the rest of the ride.
“That was—” Jungkook starts.
“—Definitely new,” you finish.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be used to the assumptions of us still being together. It’s hard not to just blatantly say no so that they could get off of our backs for once.”
Your voice lowers a bit, just to make sure she can’t hear you from her corner-seat. “But we also have to understand their point,” you reason, “When people see both of us with a daughter, it’s easier to assume that we’re together.”
His head leans on the metal rod behind him, still listening with his eyes closed.
“Besides, I don’t really mind.”
His head shoots back into position and he stares with widened eyes. “Y-You don’t?”
Shrugging, your head shakes. “It’s better this way. I’d rather just go along with it than explain exactly why we’re separated, let them into something they have no business in being in.”
“Right,” he drags it. “Exactly,” and he says it more for himself to grip on, because fucking obviously. Not for any other reason but for convenience. Always for the best, and he was fine with it. Perfectly keen.
His head turns towards the water, and he squints, legs bouncing obnoxiously, Yeona whines. It’s only then you realize he’s decked out in all black, as usual, with beads of sweat running off his temple and onto his neck. It’s only worse when he’s seated exactly right under the sun, where the roof fails to give him any shade.
“You idiot,” you suddenly call and his brows furrow, whipping around to find you in a state of absolute worry, searching through your bag. “Out of all days, when we’d be outside, you’re wearing everything you’re not supposed to.”
His eyes widen and he stares down at his attire, sizzling back down into realization when he finally realizes the problem. “I’m fine,” he passes off cooly. “Yeona wanted the seat nearest to the water, and I figured you wouldn’t want to be under the sun this long.”
Before he can even come out with an argument, you’re already moving forward and grabbing Yeona off of his lap.
“What are you doing?”
“Come on,” you pat on his thigh, silently coaxing him to scoot. “We’ll trade spots. You can’t be under the sun like this.”
“_____..”
Your lips purse and stray down into a pout, and his heart falters, his argument pushed down his throat until he swallows it away. “Jungkook, I’m worried. I don’t even think you put on sunscreen today either.”
He’s fully aware how irked you get when he doesn’t follow the skincare regimen you set up for him. It’s especially the distress you hold in your eyes and lips when he forgoes the most important step of it all: suncare.
“Shit doesn’t even work,” he exasperates, and your eyes roll back.
“Say that to me when you’re fifty and covered with sun spots you’ll never be able to erase because you never wanted to listen to me.”
His bite comes without even a second thought, falling back into the banter he secretly misses, when it was comfortable to joke around you, tease you to no end, and drive you up the wall. “You’ll still like me that way, right?” He’s teasing now, and it’s clear when he raises his brows in expectancy, lighthearted and jokeful.
To your embarrassment, your cheeks tint pink and you don’t have enough pride to return his stare. The only thing you can really do is stammer severely and point at your purse. “J-Just put some on and leave me alone.”
He hands you a hearty and genuine laugh and you only try your best to ignore it, lips curving the same until you force them to stop from going any higher.
-
“Holy shit,” you gape. “It’s huge.”
“They’re loaded.”
“I-I can’t go in this, Jungkook.”
“You couldn’t have told me this before we went on a whole road trip and had me prepay tickets for a ferry ride here?”
You hit his arm. “Jungkook, I’m serious.”
He laughs. “Why exactly can’t you? It’s just a beach house.”
“This is too big for a six year old! A few candles from the fucking mall is never going to pay off the fact they are letting us have it for the weekend.”
“With their advision,” he reminds. Yeona stirs in her sleep from the backseat and Jungkook pins you a look. “Can we get out now?”
You hesitate. “How are you okay without thinking about being possibly indebted to Seokjin and Namjoon? First, they put out a car for us to drive here when we arrived, and now we’re staying in this? We’re being pampered.”
“Because I’ve been leeching off of Seokjin since I was a teenager, _____,” he states, nimbly remembering when he would depend on a few meals paid from him and even to now - being roommates with the older man. “He’s fine with it. He offered first, after all. We’re just following orders,” he defends so easily.
Reluctantly, you climb out of the car, crossed arms from your chest, heading towards the back to take out your daughter from her carseat. With a soft nudge and a kiss to her cheek, her eyes shot back open with the realization that this was the last stop, that she was finally here. “M-Mommy, look!”
“I know,” you coo, “I was just as shocked as you are now.”
She moves quickly, already releasing the buckle and sliding down to the car floor. She still requests to be picked up like a princess when her arms span out for you, and of course, you oblige.
“Jungkook,” you call. “Are you getting the bags?”
The trunk shuts, keys jingling in his hand, “Already on it.”
When you reach the porch, Yeona eagerly leans towards the right of the door to ring the bell.
It only takes three seconds for Kim Seokjin to open it with a wide smile. “Welcome!”
Yeona squeals, legs kicking all over the place and you finally set her down for her to enter first. Not before giving her uncle’s leg a big squeeze of her own, “Thank you, Uncle Jinnie! Love it so much!”
He chuckles, smoothing down her hair, “Anything for the birthday girl! You haven’t even taken a look around yet, sweetheart. Go find Uncle Joon and he’ll show you everything.”
“Okay!” Her form is only a blur when she rushes out.
He smiles. “You guys are on time,” and he says it like it’s a complete surprise.
A brow arches. “When are we not?”
“New years,” he recalls. “You both made it five minutes late after the countdown.”
Jungkook slips behind you to set the bags down. “That’s not fair.”
You agree. “Yeona was two years old that year. She had a hard time handling the fireworks. I had to coax her to sleep through the phone that night.”
His head tilts in reason, “Fair.”
Jungkook nudges you. “Where do you want these?”
You shrug, turning to Seokjin. “Depends where you want us, Jin.”
“It’s up to you guys. Taehyung and Jimin already took two of the guest rooms. There’s only three more.”
“Kiumin is sleeping over, so they can have one room,” you calculate. “And Hyejin’s coming with Kiumin, so we can split.”
The older man stares wide-eyed at his roommate. Jungkook stares back with the same expression, so Seokjin asks for him, “Split?”
You’re too busy with some of the messages on your phone regarding birthday wishes to your daughter, vaguely returning them with typed out thank you’s and kissy faces. “Yeah.”
“Does that mean you and—“
You send him an odd stare before turning around and grabbing onto your own bags, disregarding Jungkook’s. “Of course not—? I’m rooming with Hyejin and Jungkook can have the extra room to himself.”
“.. Right.”
“Is it this way?” You ask without a clue to the men behind you.
“Uh, yeah! Let me help you,” Seokjin rushes.
Jungkook is left at the doorway, all alone and with his own bags and a fuming heart that drags as if the slim possibility of what would have happened was anything more to go by.
-
It’s nighttime now.
You’ve directed Hyejin to your room and have let her unpack while you watched over Yeona and her little boy.
Your knees bend into a crouch, the familiar smell of chlorine filling your senses when you near the water.
Jungkook's hair flicks back when his fingers push through them and the blue rays of the water reflect against his chest. His collarbones glisten against the minimal light the night provides, making it harder to strictly set your eyes forward and stray away from anything that wasn’t his own.
“You couldn’t have waited a second for everyone to settle in before dipping into the pool?”
He pouts. “Why?”
Head tilting, you pin him a stare and direct your eyesight towards the pink floatie in the corner, swaying calmly. “Because Yeona’s been eyeing that giant flamingo and now she’s asking to hop in with you.”
“Let her in, then. Namjoon’s already here.”
Your head turns to the outdoor bar and they pin the figure reading a book with amusement when he sends off a small wave.
“But then Kiumin..”
Hyejin walks in with a relaxed sigh at the sight in front of her when she passes through the widened double-doors. “Too bad it’s nighttime. I could’ve been tanning.”
“Hyejin!” You gawk at her bikini. “You’re going in too?”
She nods in an obvious answer. “Kiumin’s been begging me to let him jump in since we’ve gotten here, and with a view like this — how could I say no?”
Jungkook points. “See? Our friend is obviously taking the advantage of being here.”
“We are way far from friends, Jeon,” she practically snarls back. “It’s almost insulting when you say it like that.”
“Hyejin,” you warn, and turn back to the man standing in the waist-deep side of the pool now.
Ignoring your friend’s hatred fueled statements, he coaxes. “Come on,” he lulls. “Taehyung and Jimin are already planning to jump in too.”
Your head shakes in decline, “I can’t. I didn’t even pack a swimsuit, only Yeona’s.”
“I have one laying out for you in the room,” Hyejin pitches and your eyes widen significantly. “It’s the one I’ve been meaning to give you.”
“Perfect!” Seokjin claps by the doors, tray full of glasses and the two children following right behind him. “We can start having a pool party!” They immediately cheer and your mind starts to reel in defeat.
You rub your arms shyly, “I-I’m fine. I don’t really feel like swimming right now..”
Hyejin snorts. “Don’t even lie. We used to be obsessed with the pool when we were kids. We can do it again for old times’ sake! Show our kids where they got it from.”
“Literally, what does that have to do with anything in wanting to swim? Aren’t kids naturally drawn to the pool, because it’s a pool?” You grit.
“I’m just saying to take the chance and relax,” she stresses and her arms extend, waving around carelessly. “We’re here!”
“You’re going to miss out if you don’t get in,” Jungkook bets, and he knows how much you despise being the outsider while everyone had their share of fun. You loathed the plain idea of it. “Just put the bikini on and stop being a pussy.”
“J-Jungkook!”
Childish. Absolutely childish.
You hear footsteps approaching right behind you, the vow reaching your ears. “I’ll only jump in if we do it together.”
Taehyung’s head shakes side to side, eyes narrowing at the shorter man with apprehension. “You pull back every fucking time we do it. I won’t fall for it again.”
Jungkook’s throat clears at the two and he orders his friends, “Tell _____ to get in the pool.”
Taehyung’s brow furrows, “She doesn’t want to? It’s the pool—and we’re in Jeju!”
You stubbornly shake your head. “Don’t care.”
Jimin has a teasing glint in his eye, something you dislike a lot when it’s crystal clear he has something stirring up in his sick head of his, especially since Taehyung had turned down the proposal of his playful and expectant joke.
“We can—grab her and push her in?” He suggests.
“That’s elementary school shit, Jimin,” you warn. “Get away from me.”
He’s inching closer and you’re nervously sputtering for Jungkook, helplessly calling for him to get his friend from throwing you in the water so carelessly.
Luckily, a small hand grapples onto you and it’s Yeona with eager feet who stops Jimin in his tracks. “Mommy, t-the pink birdie!”
You have a staring contest with it, the one side of the floating flamingo’s eye stares back at you and you exhale a puff before finally standing back up. “Alright, come on. Let’s get dressed.”
-
The white bikini on you terrifies you enough to cross your arms over yourself and skirt around the edge of the pool until you reach the chairs where Hyejin sits.
No one’s noticed yet. Not when Jungkook and the rest were already in the pool, putting on the floaties for the children who sat on the pathed ledges made of stone. At some point, you can see both of Jungkook’s eyes completely wiped out and squeezed shut when Yeona excitedly flaps her arms around the water, hyper to get in.
“Hyejin,” you hiss out, finally reaching your friend.
She hums with furrowed brows, too distracted in trying to connect her phone to the bluetooth speaker.
“Why in the world would you give me something like this. I-It’s too much,” you whimper out weakly.
Her eyes roll back. “It’s a bikini, _____. Remember those? I bet you look great—“ She screeches, chin dropping, hands hovering over her mouth. You flinch, just as shocked as she was, shushing her to shut up before anyone even has the chance in blinking your way.
“Holy shit.”
Eyes squeezing shut, you shy in on yourself, carefully taking the wooden pool-chair beside her. “Please, shut up.”
Her arms raise, “I haven’t said anything—yet.”
You scowl. “You seriously couldn’t have given me any other fucking set? Like a wetsuit? This is too weird for me.”
She cackles. “Relax,” she attempts to ease. “Why are you so freaked out? It’s just a swimsuit.”
Your head knocks back against the wood and you sigh tiredly. “It’s been way too long since I’ve worn something like this. Something not.. Mom-ish.”
“And why not? This literally proves how much of a Milf you really are!” She stresses.
You shrug shyly. “I haven’t had much of a reason to.”
“Well, I’m begging you to. Seriously, _____,” she reassures.
You quietly break into a laugh, smacking at her arm harshly.
“Where’s mommy?” You hear Jungkook suddenly ask, and you think you’re a hundred percent fucked.
Yeona’s voice is muffled against your ex-husband’s chest, incoherently explaining, “Mommy was already running away when we got outside.”
“Running away?”
“Yeah! Kind’ve like a ninja. She was there and then—poof!”
You don’t even announce your bathroom break to Hyejin, standing up and rushing over towards the doors that were close yet so far away.
It would only be a second before you would reach it, and straight into changing back to the sundress that was always deemed as safe.
Part of you wishes that you could parade around with no care, being so long since you’ve gone out in something like this. But another part that tears you completely, thinks about Kim Seol and how different she is compared to you.
With stark personalities and looks, you most likely would have never even thought about comparing you from her. But now that Jungkook was going out with her, everything’s changed, and your mind reels into thinking how in the world he had the chance of going to someone else completely different from you, and if he even liked you in the first place, relationship and marriage long forgotten, not even being considered in this context.
You weren’t exactly sure how long this feeling would last, and maybe it wouldn’t, sticking to all of the new relationships he would continue to open up now that he was available.
Sure, he’s seen you plenty of times in bed and in the shower from the past years of being together. But this is now and before he had anything younger, more vibrant.
This was possibly the only thing you could take away from him. Seeing anything physical to compare you with another was the only thing you truly, absolutely wished for.
You accidentally collide against something. Hard and wide.
And when you eventually look up, you’re relieved to only find Namjoon with a bag of chips in hand.
“Shit, are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine, Joon. Sorry for—running?”
He chuckles, pointing back to his boyfriend back inside of the house. “Save it for the lifeguard, but he’s off-duty right now mixing margaritas for everyone.”
You attempt to let out the same energy of a laugh as his, but it all turns dry and brittle, making him halt and inspect. “You okay, _____?”
“O-Of course I am.”
A few murmurs are made at the back of your figure until a small voice calls out, “Mommy! Over here!”
Letting out a small gasp, you reluctantly turn around, weakly mustering a smile and avoiding the eyes that officially lay on you when he notices.
“Hi, baby.”
“Mommy!” She splashes. “Swim with me and daddy!”
“U-Uh..”
“Looks like your daughter wants you to get in the pool.”
Turning back to Namjoon, you stiffly nod, “Yeah.”
“If you’re worried about the temperature, don’t worry. It’s heated.”
Far from your true concern, you manage to give him a thumbs-up and head back to the very place you’ve been trying to escape.
“I’ll be there in a minute, okay? Let me go get Aunt Hyejin first.” It’s truly for your sake more than for hers, a cry for help in a situation you could have easily avoided if you had just never put the bikini on. “I hate this,” you managed to mutter against your breath when you finally reached her. “I’m never listening to you ever again.”
She yelps when you rip the towel away from her, tugging tightly at her arm, urging her to get up. “Hey!” She pouts.
“Come on,” you order. “Yeona wants to swim and I am not doing this alone.”
She sits up and observes, quietly biting on a sly chuckle when she notices.
“What now?”
“Nothing,” she waves off. “It’s just—your ex is making googly eyes right now.”
You groan, stomping impatiently. “Hyejin, stop lying and get up.”
“I’m not lying,” she pleads. “I swear — I’m looking at him right now!”
“I don’t care,” you deadpan.
When she finally stands, you put a death-grip on her arm and timidly walk towards the pool.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry,” you sheepishly say, releasing a bit.
It’s a pleasant feeling when the warm water wets the bottom surface of your feet, and your shoulders subconsciously relax when your waist-deep.
Hyejin coos at her little boy, proud of her son when she watches Jimin help, something more in her eyes that go starry at the man who leads him through the water.
“Thanks, Hyejin,” you whisper.
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” she pats softly at your arm. “I know how nervous you are and all. Just don’t, okay? You’ll be fine.”
You weakly smile at her again before finally sending her off.
When she moves out of your view and directly towards Jimin and her son, you find Yeona eagerly waiting for you.
Taehyung has his eyes blown at the sight of you, whistling with your name trapped between his lips, which exactly makes you wrap your arms tighter around yourself. Of course, he’s teasing, the natural flirt in him most likely powering over him.
Fortunately, you’re saved when he gets whacked with a strong push of water, Jungkook’s doing. You don’t notice it when your daughter cutely dog-paddles towards you.
All is forgotten, smile setting on your lips.
“Mommy! Stay right there, okay? I’ll swim to you.”
“Oh,” you perk, arms already rising beneath the water. With the long distance, you subtly move forward when her legs kick to make it easier on her, and within a few seconds, she’s splashing against your arms with a squeal.
You giggle. “Are you having fun?”
“So much, mommy!” She exclaims. “Daddy threw me up high when I wanted a splash.”
You gasp with a smile, nerves diminishing. “Really? I wish I was there to see it.”
“Are you too cold?” A voice asks from behind her and you hesitantly face Jungkook, always polite and concerned for your well-being, except there was definitely something else in his eyes you weren’t able to pinpoint and didn’t bother to anyway, now that you were in the water.
You stiffly smile and shake your head. “I’m fine. The water feels really nice.”
He nods. “T-That’s good.”
God, he feels like it’s high school all over again, having no utter idea in starting a conversation with a girl, wanting to, but not even knowing exactly how.
Still, he can’t stop the burning stare, even when your attention zeroes back in on Yeona.
The nice music sets a comforting nuance around the place, hearing splashes coming from everywhere, specifically when Seokjin’s yelling resonates from the chairs when Taehyung targets him with a cheeky grin.
“The slices of watermelon are here, you dick!” He scowls.
Jimin butts in with a scold to the older man, telling him to censor his words around the children.
Jungkook doesn’t have time to hear the continued argument when he’s hit with an expectant splash of water of his own.
He doesn’t even need to ask a second later when he hears the both of you giggling. Wiping away the drops on his face and in his eyes, he brushes strands of hair back to get a good look at the satisfied looks on both of your faces. He approaches slowly.
Your head shakes, already aware of what Jungkook was doing — getting his revenge.
“I-It was Yeonie’s idea!”
She only giggles louder, knowing fully well she would easily be the untouched one out of this.
“Jungkook, I swear to god if you do anything to me-“
Your warning goes straight out when strong arms turn you around to face your daughter. Fully wrapping them around your form for a slim chance of being able to escape, you hear a soft chuckle against your ear.
“I think it’d be fun to splash mommy, huh?” He teases and you tense.
“Jungkook—!”
“Yeah, let’s do it!” She pumps a tiny fist from out of the water.
“Sweetheart, no! Listen to me-“
Your nose scrunches, hair whipping with you to cover your face when she splashes. Jungkook helps along the way by releasing an arm and moving some of the water forward against you to hit you square in the face. His wave comes stronger and does an excellent job at soaking you completely.
You gasp, wiping some of the water away from your face. “Okay, please, I’m sorry,” you whine, gripping his wrists softly, eyes squeezed shut.
He falters at the frail sight of you, easily making you his biggest weakness.
“It’s okay, mommy,” Yeona speaks up first. “I forgive you.”
“Hey!” You scoff with a pout. “It wasn’t even my idea.”
Her eyes crease and she giggles loudly.
“_____!” Hyejin suddenly calls, and your chin tilts up to find your best friend. “Kiumin wants to play with the birthday girl.”
Yeona eagerly looks up at you and you simply nod with a smile, letting her small legs kick and float over to her best friend.
“Ah,” you realize, now being all alone. “I think I should go now.”
Still, with his arms wrapped around you, he leans closer, “What, why?” And it’s needy, wanting to pull you closer than what he already has. “Can’t you stay?”
“Yeona’s all the way over there and we’re..” Exes with barely anything to talk about or to get along in general. It wasn’t in the book you’ve written out for yourself and probably never will be. “I-I have to get her cake ready. Your mom worked really hard on it.”
“I’ll help you put the candles on it,” he quickly offers. “Just.. Just stay here with me for a while.”
A brow raises and you turn in his arms. “And do what?”
He feigns in thinking about it, sharp jaw tilting for you to settle your eyes on.
Seokjin interrupts with a call of his name and a raised brow at the sight.
You clear your tight throat and gulp when he hands Jungkook a towel. “Your phone is ringing,” and then carefully gives it to him over the water.
You observe him as he answers. “Hello?”
A female voice is heard on the other end and you sense the way he pulls back a bit, that it was Seol. Her muffled voice is enough to push you back into reality and to what exactly you were doing before the call.
“Ah, hey..” He awkwardly greets, nodding to whatever she was saying. Your head turns away when his eyes land on yours and you feign interest at the potted plant set right next to the door that led inside. “I’m at the house now with.. Everyone else.”
He chokes up a bit when she says another thing, and you don’t understand until he returns the words.
“I—I miss you too.”
Swallowing harshly, your expression hardens, and you begin to pull back.
“I’ll call you later tonight, alright?” He assures, almost in a rush. Your ears catch some of her words, not really interested in any of the conversation anyway, wanting to create a distance between you and Jungkook before anything else would happen, before you would hear something else you wouldn’t want to be hearing at all.
Finally hanging up, he takes a slow breath in and sets the phone at the side of the pool.
You finally pull away from him completely.
“_____.”
You give a curt smile. “Yeah?”
His head shakes. “Nothing. It’s just.. Are you okay?”
You nod, slightly with bewildering eyes, asking, “Why wouldn’t I be?” Then, you laugh softly. “We’re not married anymore, Jungkook.” He stiffens, jaw ticking and eyes shifting to catch your flat expression. “And from what I clearly remember — you’re seeing someone else.” You point towards the phone laying carelessly on top of the stone.
For once, you feel bad for the poor girl who’s probably wondering when his goodnight text from him would be.
You keep your eyes on his hands that sink and submerge into the water, and back to his sides.
“Just because it’s our daughter's birthday does not entail us playing family again,” you mumble. “You took that all away from me two years ago, Jungkook.”
He doesn’t say anything, shamefully looking down at the waves in the pool caused by Yeona a few feet away. A reminder that was given way too late.
You nod again, turning slowly around. “I’m going to go get the cake ready. I’ll ask Hyejin to help.”
With the distance you’ve given him, he finally looks up and finds a disapproving look being given by his own roommate, who had seen and observed every single second of the two of you together since being in the pool.
He understood exactly why.
-
Everybody eventually makes their way out of the pool and back into the house to hang out at.
The same subtle music speakers through the house, the kids being fully entertained by the large television in the living room, and the inside of the house being overall in a mood and feeling that definitely differs from your own thoughts that constantly circle around your head.
Whatever Jungkook was getting at in the pool, definitely wasn’t sitting with you right. And frankly, everything leading up to it too.
The process of the divorce was already stripping and tiring enough, finalizing the documents and who would get exactly what was already overwhelming enough, but to throw all of that away and not even consider it when you’re wrapped in the arms you were so accustomed to was entirely stressful.
It didn’t make sense. It never did when it came to him.
“Yeonie, are you getting sleepy already?” You ask across the room from the kitchen as you watch your little girl yawn and squirm on top of the fluffy carpet she lays on.
Her head stubbornly shakes with a pout set on her lips.
Glancing at the clock sat beside her, it was only eight, but judging from the exertion taken place at the pool, Yeona must have been exhausted.
Your feet move to where she lays lazily, crouching down and moving her towards your lap, you murmur, “Stay awake for me, baby. You haven’t even blown the candles or opened your presents yet.”
She yawns in protest and nuzzles her nose further into your neck. “Not even a nap?”
Chuckling softly, probably making it worse for her when your fingers trace against her back, you repeat, “Not even a nap.” Saying it exactly knowing what that would entail, Yeona misinterpreting what a nap and sleep was more often than not.
Jungkook comes back with damp hair and sweats, black socks shuffling through the floor until they reach you.
“Hey,” you greet, looking down at the sleepy-head in your arms. “She’s tired.”
He hums, crouching down with an endeared smile. “I can see.”
“I swear,” you promise to Yeona, patting her back. “Dinner is almost done and then you can go to sleep, alright?” Your eyes search for Jungkook’s and you request, “Keep her awake while I get everything ready?”
His arms stretch and extend out, and you pass off the small body in your arms.
His lips instinctively purse to a gentle shush and rocks her gently when he feels her squirm.
You glare. “I said keep her awake, not encourage her to count the sheep.”
He winces. “This is new! Usually I’m doing the exact opposite.” He lifts her head, and begins his futile attempts in keeping her eyes open. “Alright, sweetheart. What mommy says, it always goes, so you’re going to have to help me out here, okay?”
She mumbles incoherently.
“Come on,” he nudges, “Up.”
“Play that dancing game she likes,” you suggest.
Taehyung from the couch, perks at that. “God, I love that game,” inputting himself in the conversation and inviting himself a second later, “Please count me in.”
“You think they have any games like that for kids?” He specifies with a swift look at his friend and Taehyung sends a throw pillow his way.
Seokjin quickly dissipates it with a scold of how much the pillows cost and which country they were exactly from.
You eye the bar full of wires and game controllers, easily making the assumption quickly, “With the eight different consoles I’m staring at, they must.”
His head dips down. “How does that sound, baby? You want to dance?”
Yeona’s completely untouchable when she’s grumpy, so it doesn’t come to a surprise when her arms reels back to try to smack her father away from talking to her anymore.
Luckily, he dodges it.
But as her eyes open wider and catches an eyeful of Jungkook dancing along with Kiumin and Taehyung twenty minutes later, she ends up joining them in the end, the same jittery moves she first walked in with.
You pull Hyejin out of her light conversation with Jimin, opting to question her tinted cheeks for later when it would be time to head to bed.
Of course, Hyejin will want to pry whenever and wherever, deeming it acceptable when it’s noisy enough with the conversations and laughs airing through it. “Want to talk about it?” Hyejin, located beside you who unwraps the carefully decorated box, asks carefully.
You feign cluelessness to the subject. “Not sure about what.”
She pins you a stare. “Come on. I saw what happened. Everybody did.”
Shrugging, you grab the candles, sticking them carefully, three on top and three at the bottom. You would’ve gotten the actual number six, but Jungkook had argued that it would be more fun for your daughter to blow as many candles as she can, the singular candle not being enough for a kid’s satisfaction.
“I don’t know,” you start unsurely. “It’s just weird, is all. It’s always hot and cold when I’m with him — having weird moments happen every so often and reminding him where the line starts and ends, and then acting perfectly poised when Yeona’s there.”
Her back hits the counter as she leans, arms crossed and head shaking. “This needs to stop, _____,” she says honestly. “He can’t keep going back and forth like this, completely forgetting everything else that happened — you’re broken up for a reason.”
“Forget it,” you dismiss with a bite to your lip. “It’s not like I stopped him on time. For a second, I forgot about everything too.”
She’s visibly stumped, stern expression faltering and letting the silence bloom, other than the outdated pop music and stomping in the background.
“_____..”
“I’m not going to sit here and blame him for every little thing that I could have controlled myself if I just stayed in my own lane,” distressed hands and fingers pull against your hair and you sigh out, eyes closing shut and feet swaying a little. The throbbing in your head continues and pulls at you venomously, like it couldn’t get enough from the first time.
Hyejin’s eyes widen and she rushes over to you in full concern. “Babe, are you okay?”
You nod, even if your furrowed brows clearly show the opposite. “Of course,” you pass off, eyes darting to the same place they’ve been at all night.
He’s still dancing and smiling.
“He’s not my husband anymore.”
And you say it again, wanting it to stick inside of your head until it fully processes, that it’s your fault just as much as his, for playing against the papers and agreements you’ve spent so many nights and days over. A constant reminder for the rest of your life, and not the other. Not the one that consists of vows and promises. Never that one anymore.
You muster a quick smile, turning to her gaping mouth who yearns to reach out, but you refuse it when you turn the corner, beginning to set everything up at the main table.
“Is the birthday girl ready?” Your voice drags, upbeat lilt feigning the pounding in your head.
High pitched squeals resound from the main room and their small feet bounce against the hardwood.
Jungkook follows suit.
“Me!” Yeona calls excitedly, “It’s me, Mommy!”
“Woah,” Kiumin gapes. “You’re cake is awesome, Yeonie!”
She giggles and hops on her tippy-toes to get a peek, “Thanks! My grandma made it.”
“Oh,” Kiumin nods. “She’s awesome.”
You chuckle softly at the kids, smiling down at the cute cake. You go to pull out your phone for pictures and videos to make sure she would see her work being fully appreciated.
Jungkook hoists Yeona up on the chair, her lifted cheeks and glittering eyes proving her excitement when she sees the candles already lit.
“Has it already been six years, already?” Seokjin asks in disbelief, plates and forks already in his hand to set down on the table.
You nod, pouting and squishing one of her cheeks, “Already a big girl.”
Yeona hums, “Basically a grown-up now!”
Hyejin bursts in laughter, everybody following right behind.
“Alright,” Jungkook sighs, arms circling around her softly, placing a kiss on the top of her head. Fondly staring down at his rapidly growing little girl, the same feeling you hold to your chest. “Don’t need to rub it into our faces, miss.”
Your camera clicks on its own, a fond smile subconsciously forming.
“Are we ready to sing?” Namjoon timidly asks. You turn to find him weary at the sight on the wax that begins to drip rapidly. “It’s just—the candles are starting to melt.”
You laugh, nodding. “Alright, let’s sing.”
It starts off normal, a little bit muted, until Kiumin bursts into a full performance for his best friend. Until Seokjin follows along and throws in an impromptu dance routine. Her father and the others join in right after, impressed at how eerily good it actually looked, almost looking rehearsed. But then you familiarize yourself with the sharp moves, the hands and arms showcasing that it was the corny traffic dance Seokjin taught them all a few years back on one drunk night.
Until eventually everybody does their best in throwing Yeona in a fit of giggles.
You join her side and guide her into making a wish, clamping her hands shut and scrunching her eyes closed, until the commotion quiets and she opens her eyes with hopefulness written all over it.
Kiumin is the first to question through the silence. “What’d you wish for, Yeonie?”
She simply smiles, glancing at you from her side, and then moving her gaze straight to Jungkook.
She subtly shakes her head, voice so soft, almost completely blurred into a whisper, “If I tell you, it’ll never come true.”
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hi, i’m back omg. i had to take some time away bc midway of finishing this up, literally a few paragraphs away, i ended up having my mental health spiral down. but now, i’m better and managed to finish this part.
also please tell me ur thoughts! i crave validation n use ur feedback as my fuel towards anything i write. :]
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