The Return Of Not-So-Superman Kwon Jiyong

Chapter 6: D-Day 2 Realizations

"Nice... Nice..." he mumbled in his sleep but his eyes immediately snapped open when the cool beat was replaced by a barrage somewhat close to him.

"WHAT THE-"

He looked around and saw that the video has stopped playing and his sons were nowhere to be found. Surprised and anxious, he immediately scrambled up only to find a camera man filming him.

"Where are they?" He asked but the guy just pointed at the door.

"Aisht!" Jiyong scratched his head and hurriedly left the room.

"Yong il-ah! Yongdu-ah! Yongse-ah!!!" he shouted like a mad man but he furrowed his brows when he finally realized where the noise barrage was coming from.

If the mini theater room was constructed for Dara, the recording studio was mainly his. The rooms at the basement were like their personal haven and he did not know he will be exposing it to the public in the first episode of the show.

"YAH YAH YAH!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? " He was mad the very moment he realized about the chaos his sons have done. Papers and music sheets scattered everywhere, some still intact, some crumpled and some, almost unreadable. The guitars were lying down on the floor while at the moment, it was his drums set that the three boys were so fond of.

He slumped his shoulders in shock and disappointment. It was wrong in so many ways not to mention the fact that his recording studio was so precious to him. He opened his mouth to say something but his heart felt heavy upon seeing the smiles on his sons' faces fade and was replaced with so many different synonyms of fear.

It was as if the Earth stilled for him. He was at loss for words. One moment he wanted to scold them and the next it was as if all he could do was gauge their emotions.

Afraid. Scared. Worried about getting scolded by him. Those were all he could read from the triplets' faces. He wanted to run to them but deep inside he wanted to scold them, at least tell them what they did was wrong.

"A-a-ppa..." It was Yong il. The boy walked around from behind the drums set and hesitantly approached him. "Appa?" he stopped halfway when he got no response from his father who was battling with the many emotions he was trying to contain. Je wiped his face and started lowered himself on the carpeted floor while raking his hair.

"Appa? Appa gweanchana???" Yongdu worriedly asked but he was afraid so he stayed behind the big bass drum. "Appa..."

"Appa is fine. Don't worry," Jiyong answered weakly making the boys worry even more.

"Appa... Torry... " Yong il mumbled, still rooted on his spot halfway to Jiyong. Somehow, it was nice to know that the boys knew that they did something wrong but Jiyong is feeling horrible deep inside.

"Appa... Torry... Many many torry," Yongdu seconded. He bit his lip and lowered his head but then Yongse who was beside him started to shake and sob in the corner that it made Jiyong quickly turn to the boy.

"Ap...pa, mian... He..." he said in between hushed hiccups but not too long the boy started wailing hard.

"App-pa! App-pa! Mian-he!!! Appaa!!! "

"Oh, Jesus, come here! Come here!" Jiyong rushed to his sons and opened his arms and the three quickly hugged him while crying and uttering their apologies.

"Shhh... Hush now. Hush now."

Jiyong kissed his sons and comforted them. He heaved a sigh and started to realize his faults too. If he did not fall asleep earlier, this could not have happened. But he was careless that his sons managed to escape him.

He was also in tears just by thinking how mad he was earlier and what could have the boys felt if he scolded them. How many times did Dara encountered this problem? He would not know. All he knew at that moment is that Dara went through all the pain of giving birth to his sons and taking care of them all her life.

It made him tear up more and embrace his sons tighter. He was so busy planning and making their dream family come true but this is the reality. Oh how he had learned so much just within almost two days of living with his sons without his wife? Surely, he has learned more about patience today.

"Listen, boys. Listen." Jiyong pulled away and wiped his sons' tears. "Appa is not mad okay? Forgive appa for falling asleep earlier,"

The boys did not answer but instead just hugged him once more. "Give appa a kiss, come,"

The started kissing their father one by one, still trying containing their sobs. Jiyong lifted the three in his arms and went out of the messy recording studio.

"It's way long past your nap time guys but it's still too early for dinner. Anyone who wants ice cream?" Jiyong asked and it made his burden lighten up a bit when the boys raised their hands.

"Yong want ayt cream! "

"Yongdu too! "

"Yongte three! "

It made Jiyong smile. "Come on now boys! Then appa will order something really yummy for our dinner!"

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Final Interview D-day 2...

Jiyong: "They eat very well. I ordered two whole fried chicken and I only got the wings. I couldn't believe it, " (laughs) "These kids really have big appetite."

PD: "From whom did they get it from?"

Jiyong: "Their appetite? From their mom, no doubt about that. I can get Park Bom noona to attest to that." (poses a peace sign at the camera)

PD: "You might be too excited right now. Sandara-ssi is coming home finally,"

Jiyong: (stupefied) "Is she? Oh God. Thank you. I'm very relieved. And at the same time, it's an explainable feeling. In two days, I have learned a lot."

PD: "Please, share it with us,"

Jiyong: "Hmm... Where do I start? Ahh... That situation earlier at my recording studio. Actually, I was on the verge of getting really out of hand. My compositions were there and... It was my private space and I was like, why did the staff didn't do anything? But then Yong il, Yongdu and Yongse went there and you guys just followed. So I couldn't blame anyone. Besides, I fell asleep. I was at fault. Now I know how real this show is. (exhales audibly)

"You see... I have never encountered before most of these things I have experienced today and yesterday. It was such a wake up call. I felt like what I was doing was not enough... Or perhaps too much that I overlooked at the tiny details. My wife and I left the spotlight at the same time but I still do music, the thing I love to do the most aside from being a husband and dad. But in my wife's case, she left everything completely. I feel so guilty of it, thinking about it now. (reflects in silence) Ahh. There are just so many thoughts going inside my head right now."

PD: "You were very patient, anyway."

Jiyong: "It's because I could not find it in myself to scold my sons at that moment. They were too young and all they were thinking was having fun. I was about to, like just this inch about to nag at them, but when I saw their smiles fading and being replaced with dread, I felt so heavy I started to cry out of guilt."

PD: "Two of our writers teared up when the boys apologized to you."

Jiyong: (laughs but starts to wipe his tears) "I hate you. It's official. I hate you. (joking)

PD: "Please tell us what is that one main thing you have learned from this experience."

Jiyong: (bites his lip and lowers his head) "It's not something I have learned just now but rather it's something that instantly went on a higher, infinite level..."

"I just love my wife and our sons so much."

A/N:

Glad you guys are liking it. It's originally bout to end on the next chap. Not so sure if I'll be able to extend this fluff some more so let's just see.

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