sane - minsung

one - intro

it was a cold snowy morning, jisung had woken up at the crack of dawn to minkyu having another dream.

one that he calls a second reality.

minkyu is a 6 year old boy, also known as that adorable child minho and jisung had with the help of a surrogate. minho being the one who gave the sperm.

the boy explains to his dad, jisung, that he has a dream sometime where people from his everyday life are in...but they have completely different personalities. it has cause the boy to have major confusion with what's real and what is fake. at only age six, he's developed occasional outburst of anger, just like his other father, minho, whom he doesn't remember.

but today is the day he will meet his father.

minho was there for the child's first few years of life. but ever since there was a small incident with his personal issues, he's been in a mental facility for the past 5 years. There have been multiple occasions where he was told he could go home, but deep down he knew he wasn't ready. He stayed for an extended three years to make sure it was safe to go back to his home with the two people he loved most. he wasn't going to put them at risk by living with him until he was better.

it took a lot of time and focusing for him to finally calm down the rage that burned inside him every day. finally he had succeeded that task. It's been four months since he even had the urge to harm anyone or anything. He only hoped in the outside world it would be the same.

"minkyu, are you ready to finally meet your dad?" jisung says as he buckles his son into his booster chair that rests in the back left seat of his car.

"mhm! can you tell me more stories about him on the way?" the small boy smiles as jisung gives him a kiss on the forehead.

"of course, pumpkin"

jisung gets into the drivers side of the car and pulls out the driveway onto the busy roads held up by traffic due to ice and the mass of snowfall coming down.

"dada tell me the one about the woods again" the child blossomed. he loved that story.

"alright, it was a warm fall evening and your father and i were on the run from the police, do you remember why?"

"yup! daddy punched uncle jinnie because he was being bad!"

"that's right, but is that ever okay to do?"

"no. you say to never hit someone if they are bad, just try and talk it out like good boys do"

"good job. now back to the story. we drove for what felt like hours on end until we reached a small gas station in the middle of nowhere. when i went inside to steal supplies— pumpkin, don't ever steal. stealing is bad— there was a bad guy inside who tried to hurt me. so i-"

"that's when you through a frying pan at his head!" the small boy giggled. he knew this story like the back of his hand.

"that's right" jisung laughed. "after that, you father and i kept driving until we were so deep into the woods, not even the scary monsters could find us. we found a small place off the side of the road where we parked and ended up living there for nearly a month. we made our food over a fire and we took baths in the river-"