Broken | Jaeyong

chapter 11

"Dad, how was work?" Jisung asked with a smile as his tall figure appeared in the door frame. 

Taeyong nodded with a shrug, "Same old, same old. Though, I did meet my new partner today."

"Oh, are they alright?" Jisung asked.

Taeyong laughed, "What do you mean by alright? As in he is a good detective or is he good looking?"

"Ah," Jisung groaned annoyed at his father's antics, "I don't know. I'm trying to have a conversation with you."

Taeyong patted his son's shoulder as he walked passed him and headed for the living room, "He didn't come up with any leads and I saw the obvious wedding ring on his ring finger, to answer both."

"Well, that sucks." Jisung stated as he followed his father down the corridor like a duckling. Taeyong sat down comfortably on the end of the couch and turned the TV on. 

"Yeah I mean, it doesn't really bother me." Taeyong shrugged and turned to his son still entering the room, "How about you? How was school?"

Jisung groaned once again as he approached the couch and sat next to his father, laying his head on the older's shoulder. Taeyong kissed the top of his head and started to play with his soft hair. 

"Jeno is gross." Was what Jisung started with. 

Taeyong frowned, "Why? What did he do?"

"It's like he has no decency at all. He without hesitation, checked out and flirted with the new guy within a ten minute time span of him being at school." The younger spoke with distaste. 

"Do you like him?" Taeyong asked.

 Jisung immediately replied, "No!"

"Do you like the new guy?" The older inquired further.

"No." Jisung answered. 

The younger's head tilted upwards as his father shrugged, "Then I don't see why this is bothering you. Just ignore it."

"I wish I could but Jeno's my only friend." Jisung whined, sighing as he shifted into a more comfortable position with his long legs laid along the remaining space of the couch. 

"Maybe it's about time you get out of your shell and make new friends. It'll help you a lot, trust me. I wish I did that in high school." Taeyong suggested as Jisung rested his head back on his father's shoulder again. Taeyong cuddled closer as he began to play with the younger's hair again. 

"I'll make a new friend when you find a boyfriend." Jisung jokingly compromised, earning a deep exhale from Taeyong. 

"Jisung, we talked about this. I don't need a boyfriend to keep me company when I have you." His father told him, "You on the other hand, might benefit from another friend. Maybe one your own age."

"Well, maybe you will benefit if you get a boyfriend." Jisung spoke softly as he started to play with the older's free hand. 

"Oh, really?" Taeyong cocked his head with interest, "How so?"

"M-Maybe, he might help you... forget him." Jisung said quietly, so quietly Taeyong almost didn't hear it. Jisung wasn't even going to say it but he needed to. 

"Jisung." Taeyong warned.

"Dad don't pretend you're fine." Jisung sat up, looking straight at his father, "I heard you crying last night. I know you're not okay."

"I'm fine, Jisung." Taeyong whispered.

"No, you're not!" Jisung suddenly erupted, "I'm not stupid, Dad. You've never been 'fine'. Don't act like you are when you know you're not!" Jisung then stood up from the couch abruptly and stomped to his room down the corridor, the harsh sound of the door slamming following behind him.

Taeyong sighed as he laid back into the coach, his fingers combing back through his hair until he shook his locks wildly with frustration. A groan leaving his lips as he realised what a terrible parent he is. He needs to vent, to let his emotions out. 

He stood up from the couch and grabbed his black hoodie from one of armchairs as he made his way to the door. He stopped before it and yelled to Jisung, "I'm going to do a night shift!"

"I don't care!" Jisung shouted angrily.

Taeyong winced at the tone of the younger's voice. He hesitated before saying, "Good night." 

He then opened the door and smiled as he heard his son say back, "Night, Dad."

"I'll be back before you wake up. Sleep well, Sweetie." Taeyong shut the door after he spoke and went to his car waiting for him in the driveway. Jisung watched from his bedroom window as Taeyong reversed and disappeared down the block, the older's black hood covering his face. 

~Jaeyong next chapter? I think so. It's needed.

Oh, but mama yong and baby chick jisung are so cute

I also apologise if there's any typos. 

I only briefly reread over my chapter before posting them...

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed :)