𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓲𝓰 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 ■ 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐚𝐮

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 -𝓢𝓲𝔁

After that incident, nothing much happened. Only the fact that Seonghwa's dad, Hyo-Jong, had managed to get a viable case against the poor boy's father and now they have a court date. Also, the boys are about to graduate from school, so it was mostly hectic at the Park house. Beside from Yong-Hwan who was watching them move around frantically to get prepared for the dreadful day.

"Calm down. mum," He chuckled, glancing up from his phone to see his mother rushing around with everything. "It's gonna be okay, you know it will. Dad is on the case and he never loses,"

Hyun-ah paused, sighing and turning to her eldest. "I know, hun. It's just...yeah" She said sitting down and lowering her head in her hands as she sighed.

Yong-Hwan switched his phone off and shifted over to his mum, wrapping an arm around her fragile shoulders, and made sure to give a tight, reassuring squeeze. "I know," He said, looking up to his father who walked around the door, pausing as he saw the distress on his beautiful wife.

"Darling, are you ready? You too Yong-Hwan-ah?" He questioned, doing the buttons on his shirt cuffs and then diligently tied his tie after walking to the mirror that hung over their fireplace littered with family pictures, old and new.

Hyun-ah sighed, "Yeah," and pushed her hands to her knees and got up, putting on a face of steel and walked up to her beloved husband and smoothed out his shirt. "We - they can do this."

Upstairs, Yeosang and Seonghwa sat. The two boys were laying on the king-sized bed, complete with a myriad of pillows and soft toys. All brought for the comfort of the youngest Park.

"You can do this. He can't get you once we step foot into that place," Seonghwa said, bringing a soft, gentle hand up to Yeosang's plush skin and cupping the face feebly. The pad of his thumb just grazing slightly to stroke the stress wrinkle out of the princely face of the younger.

"I can do it," Yeosang said, looking into the kind eyes of his lover, furrowing his eyebrow sightly as he thought the next 5 to 10 hours over and over. He sighed, glancing away, knocking the hand off his face.

"I- Seonghwa..." He said, chin trembling minutely. The boy looked down, biting his lip forcefully as he tried to will the tears away. Letting out a wet, trembling breath, he squeezed his eyes shut, before looking back up at the patient face that is and always will be here for him.

"Yeah, baby?" Seonghwa muttered, taking hold of the clammy hands, pulling them towards his chest. "You'll do perfectly. For me. For Hongjoong. And most importantly, for you. Everyone here is standing behind you in every decision you make. You do know that, right?"

Yeosang chuckled, looking into the eyes of the other again, "Yeah, I do. And I'm forever thankful for everything. I owe you guys so much. I-" He chuckled again, slightly trembling. "Sorry, I love you."

Seonghwa laughed, throwing his head back as his eyes disappeared into crescent shapes with joy. "I know, baby."

"Plus...I'm sorry for punching you. But also not, that's my baby you spoke badly about." Yeosang said, quickly taking it back after he remembered the reason why it happened.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry. The little stinker is actually a gem, I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart about that. Also, I think my mum has taken him over," He chuckled, trying to get the angry pout off his boyfriend's face. To which he succeeded. Yeosang knew Seonghwa felt bad and regretted talking bad about the boy, and it was shown a lot in the way that Seonghwa takes care of the kiddo as if he were his own younger brother. Obviously not replacing the memory of Jae-min, his late brother.

"I know, I know,"

"Boys! We're going now!" A loud voice came from the bottom of the stairs alerting them. They both gulped, looking at each other, before smiling and making their way down hand in hand.