𝗣𝗼𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 | 𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻

𝓔𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

"Soojin? I just called, that we are only able to come to the party today. I think we need to plan a little visit...", Yeosang told, Soojin chuckling at the other end of the call. 

"It's okay, Yeosang. I bet she needs to know about her brother", the girl says, Yeosang rolling his eyes. 

"Oh. Wooyoung will also join. Yejun wants him around now", his face curled up, with the sight of his bestfriend throwing around with the 5 year old, with a loud and shrill voice. 

"Ah. It's him, I can hear scream behind you, right?" Soojin snorted, before sniffing loudly. "Okay. I'll note that for later. I will come get you guys at the entrance", 

"Okay. Thank you", Yeosang thanks.

"You're welcome",

***

"Do you want to talk with mommy too?" the man asked the little boy, able to hold his little laugh at the sight of his son with a mini tuxedo. 

Yejun looked at Wooyoung, whom he held with his hands, a little pout forming on his lips. Then he looked at his father.

Wooyoung noticed and smiled, before bending down to his level. "You can go and talk with your mommy. I will be right here", 

The boy shot a smile, before letting him go, and walking with his dad, who gave the finally silent friend a thankful smile.  

Walking hand in hand, they arrived to the stone, looking at the name carved on it, with a beautiful font. They stopped, time going by, just by staring at the name. 

Yejun knew everything about his mom. When his dad went to a meeting, he would sometimes come with him, and he would play some games with Yeosangs phone, but he never played the games. He went straight to a folder, filled with pictures and videos with his mom. 

The way she laughed so hard, that she snorted. The way she crunched her nose, when Yeosang did something bad or didn't do something right. 

He would admire her beauty, sometimes going to the mirror and comparing his face with hers, looking after some similarities. It often happened, when he was home at Wooyoungs and San.

They had a little picture on one of their furnitures, with many people in it. Some of them, Yejun knew well as his father Yeosang, San, Kevin, Minho and Chenle and his mother Yeojin and her brother Yeonjun. Smiling to the camera, Yeojins smile lit up the whole picture. 

"It's beautiful isn't it?" San asks, as he caught the boy looking at picture. Getting his fathers attention, he walks to them, and smile. 

"Yes it is", Yejun answers, when suddenly tears brim up in his eyes. "She's so beautiful. I... I miss her", he threw himself lightly to Yeosang, who caught him, and began patting his back sorry. Tears were triggering the 3 men, Wooyoung finally letting his own, before he excused himself quietly, walking to his and Sans bedroom, crying.

It was hard to watch the two boys. San looked away, not being able to look at them, so he chose to also walk away, and let the little family be. 

Yeosangs tears made his sons clothes wet, but the he didn't care. The boy hugged his father thightly, not wanting him to go too.

"Yejun, you don't have too...", Yeosang lightly calls out, but the boy shaked his head, and went closer to the stone. 

"Hi mommy. It's my birthday soon. 1 month till", he smiled, looking down, letting his fingers glide over the name. "I hope you can wish me a good day, when we come to it", he giggled, his eyes turning into small crescents, Yeosang adoring him, seeing Yeojin in him.