𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 | w.jinghua

Gotta Move?

Jinghua stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot of egg drop soup she had made when her 10-year-old son, Youngjun, ran up to her with a confused gaze. His small hand grabs ahold of the singer's pants and gently tugs on them. "Mama! Mama!" he calls for her attention.

"What is it, baby?" Jinghua glanced down at the boy, softly patting his head as she turned back to the soup and stirred it a few times before tasting it.

"Some strangers are standing outside," he innocently says, catching the female's attention immediately. "They were holding cameras and dressed in black," he continued, pointing at the window in the living room.

Concerned, Jinghua quickly turned off the stove and made her way to the window her son had pointed at. She peeked out of the blinds and sure enough, there - outside of hers and Jaehyun's house, was a group of four figures dressed in all black with cameras pointed at the window.

"How the hell did they find us...?" Jinghua mumbled to herself, frowning as she quickly shut the blinds and closed the curtains. "Let's have dinner," she gently tells her son, ushering him away from the living room as she picked up her daughter and set her into the high chair.

After serving dinner to her kids and putting them to bed, Jinghua turned off the lights and walked back quietly to the living room, peeking out the blinds to see if the sasaengs had left.

Sadly, they hadn't.

Jinghua sighs, walking away from the living room, grabbing her phone that sat on the kitchen island. Her first instinct was to call her husband who was away on tour and busy doing international work. Pressing her phone against her ear, she runs a hand through her brunette hair and bites her bottom lip anxiously.

"Baby? What's wrong?" Jaehyun's voice asked upon receiving a call from his wife. They had called a few times prior however it was never at such a late hour in Korea as they were doing now.

"Sasaengs," Jinghua sighed heavily, slumping as she leaned against the kitchen countertop. "I was making dinner and Youngjun came in to tell me about strangers standing outside the house," she says to her husband, rubbing her face with her hand.

Jaehyun sighed as well, frowning over the phone as he shuffled on a bed. "They haven't left have they?" he asked the female who hummed in response, indicating an answer. "Well for the safety of the kids, it's better if we move," he advised his wife who sighed once again.

"Yeah, that'd be ideal. I'll talk to Youngjun about moving and tell your parents not to come over until we move to a different place," Jinghua commented, walking into hers and Jaehyun's bedroom, and sitting on the bed. "I'll start looking for places and call you when I tour them," she mumbles softly into the phone, rubbing her eye from tiredness.

"Mhm...It's late baby. You should get some sleep," Jaehyun muttered to his wife, yawning from over the phone. "I better sleep as well for the concert...I love you," he says.

Jinghua smiles. "I love you too," she muttered, hanging up and charging her phone before slipping under the covers and turning off the lights.