we're at #292 in fanfiction ;-;
so, ik im being silly but i'm sorry if i only seem to ship jungkook and jiho in most of my books (well 5 out of 6) >_< even with their non-existent interactions in real life, i just pair them up :( idk if its quite bothering with yalls but thank you so so so muchos for sticking up with me.
um, even if i ship jiho with jungkook mostly, it doesn't mean that in this story its— oops! it's a secret . don't want to spoil any of you. —xoxo, nick ♥
QUARTER ➂
jinyeon woke up to the sound of arguing, again.
the boy didn't even notice that he had fallen asleep while waiting for his mama to come home. worried as hell, as much as jinyeon wanted to ask for help to his papa for finding his mama, the boy hesitated and wondered if his papa would even help, considering of what he had heard early this morning.
"you don't love me anymore. i'm no longer needed"
shattering heart and ragged breathing, the words echoed in his head for the umpteenth time like a broken record. no. cupping his lips, the little boy tried so hard to control his sobs as the treacherous tears suddenly flowed in his eyes. i'm scared. hugging himself through the sheets, never in his life had yeon imagined that his mama and papa would separate. yeon always believed that his papa and mama were the perfect couple and in them, forever existed.
yeon used to believe that his papa and mama were the epitome of true love, happiness and nothing but warmth. although after everything he had just heard, the wishful thought of having the perfect parents were nothing but make-belief fantasies. the boy was blinded by the act his parents made, so foolish of them to pretend that everything was okay, that everything was like the way it was when everything's just . . . just beyond okay.
mama and papa are going to divorce.
anxiety bubbling in the deep recesses of his heart, jinyeon knew that something was up – again. from the way hushed voices seemed to tickle his ear, he knew that his mama and papa were arguing once more. hesitating to stand up and stride his way to his parents' room for the second time in this day, there was an inexplicable feeling that started to form inside his chest – leaving him choking and grasping for air.
pushing every hesitation and what ifs in the back of his head, jinyeon pulled his body away from the bed and started to walk through the dark hall. tiptoeing his way, he saw the door to his mama and papa slightly ajar—
"don't pretend that you care when you don't even give a slightest fuck of me" chill running down the boy's spine, he felt the tremor of how sure his mama was on saying those words and before he knew it, the boy was already running towards his bedroom just before he could anymore of their argument.
is there really no hope left for papa and mama? papa used to be so so warm and loving, why did papa fall out of love with mama? is mama not enough? mama is the purest, kindest and caring mama in the whole world. mama would always be there to support me, always there to kiss the pain away and always there to be a shield me from any harm. mama's the best and yet . . . yet, why did papa stop caring? why did papa stop . . . loving? is it . . . is it because of yeon, too?
treacherous tears choking the boy's little body, countless of questions ran in his mind. jinyeon wanted answers, he wanted to know why, when and how everything came to be . . . they were perfect, his mama and papa were perfect but why? why did it have to come to this point?
did papa forget the things he used to say to yeon?
back in the days when love was painted in the eyes of jeongguk, clearly smitten and head over heels of jiho – the man never failed to tell stories and reasons on how much the father loved his wife and as a child, yeon was giddy and happy knowing how enamored jeongguk was of his mama jiho.
have you forgotten your words about mama, papa?
jinyeon could clearly remember how his father used to utter his short sweet poem about his mama. jeongguk crafted words to clearly define how much he loves jinyeom's mama. the father made a poem that was kept between just the two of them as father and son – their little sweet secret.
"yeonnie, i'm going to tell you the poem i made by heart and soul—"
eyes twinkling with excitement and delight, the boy beamed as he pressed, "really? what is it about?! tell me! tell yeon, papa!"
"hush baby," jeongguk placed a finger on top of his son's lips before looking around as if checking to see that they were alone and nobody would overhear them, "this will be a secret between the two of us, okay? would you promise that you won't tell a single soul of the poem how madly infatuated and head over heels is your papa to your mama?"
giggling yet, taking a hold of his papa's pinky, jinyeon chirped. "i promise, i won't ever tell a single soul that papa made a sweet poem about his feelings for mama! now let yeon hear it papa!!"
chuckling, jeongguk placed yeon on his lap, "this poem is entitled, lovesick kookie"
"lovesick kookie?" jeongguk snickered before nodding.
"when god made your mama kim jiho, he was showing off" yeon chuckled clearly pleased as jeongguk while he wiggled his eyebrows on his son.
"she was the perfect epitome of aphrodite and athena mixed together," yeon giggled before uttering, "that doesn't rhyme at all papa!" retorting the obvious, jeongguk tried to hide his embarrassment, "shhhhhh, what's important is the thought, honey"
yeon giggled sunshine almost throwing his head back against his papa's hold, "okay, let me hear more!"
jeongguk cleared his throat, "delicate like a flower but mighty as steel, she was one of a kind"
yeon hummed, "even if there wasn't gravity on earth, i knew that i'd still fall for her. our meeting was beyond impossible but the gods must've given me my luck,"
"she was anything but warm - the sun, the life and love while i, i was the opposite of her," the father bopped the young one's nose, bunny teeth coming into his son's full view.
"i was anything but cold - darkness and loneliness until she stepped into my life like a candle lighting a dark cave," yeon's eyes saw the adoration in his father.
"she changed everything like the tide sun that she is - giving life to the withering that is me" a small genuine smile spread across jeongguk's feature and yeon couldn't help but warm up at the words escaping on his papa's lips.
"she noticed me when nobody did,"
"she cared for me when everyone shushed me away,"
"she supported me when all i wanted was give up,"
"and most of all, she loved me even if i was nothing close to being perfect."
"but papa is perfect!" yeon butted in seemingly disagreeing with his father, "oh, honey" "papa and mama are the best parents in the whole wide world" jeongguk let out a heartfelt laugh, grinning widely. "and you are the best son we could have"
"you and your mama are my greatest possession, i love your mama the most and she's the most beautiful woman i've ever saw. i will love her till the end of time"
have you forgotten papa? have you forgotten your words?
burying his face on his soaked pillow, jinyeon's memories came rushing inside his mind and he couldn't help but cry even more. i don't want them to separate. i don't want to lose any of them, i want mama and papa both and—
mama? at the sound of his door knob slowly moving, jinyeon tried to pretend that he was asleep, shushing his tears as he wiped it furiously away. this is really mama. as he have guessed, after a few minutes, jiho's body slipped inside the mattress to envelope his shaking body.
"i'm so sorry, honey" warm, silky and soft. jiho's voice soothed jinyeon's shattered heart as she pulled the boy closer, cupping his cheeks as he had unconsciously shed tears. "please don't leave me, mama"
small smile gracing his mama's lips, "i won't baby, mama will always be here for you through thick or thin, you're my whole life and i'd do anything for you"
anything?
jinyeon questioned wanting to challenge the waters but chose to be silent. will you two fix everything? will you two be able to mend your relationship with papa? will you not divorce? will we still be the perfect family? will i still have the both of you? jinyeon wanted to voice out his thoughts, badly wanting to force himself to cry out for pete's sake but cat eating his throat, he chose to not speak and instead buried his face on the crook of his mama's neck.
"i love you baby"
"i love you too, mama."
if mama can't fix their relationship, then i can try.
i still have five more days, right?