exile | minsung?

Six.

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It's priority that's matter the most. For jisung the only thing he care about in this world is his daughter. May sound cliché but that's true, if needed he will fight the world for her and he also will bear the pain of living this earth for her.

The only thing that he could think while freezing to death was what if his daughter wake up in the middle of the night and search him. What if she wake up crying because of the bad nightmares.Will she think her papa doesn't love her anymore. What if she hate him for leaving her alone for that long time. With so many ifs he let his tears made their way down his cheeks. Tears. Keyword. Because he never really stopped sobbing whole night which made him forget that he should be scared to sit outside alone all night. What happened to him? He hated dark.

He also found out how sad and beautiful sunrise is.

With a click sound he knew the door was open, he waited a little bit to show up a fimliar face but that never appeared. Jisung was glad he was allowed at home before any of his neighbours could see him. Specially those who always pick him.

Taking a moment or few jisung let himself feel the warmth of a home. Home? Fancy using that word. His only home is his daughter. Who is sleeping so peacefully with a pout. Jisung couldn't help but fondly smile once he get to run his hand through her black silk hair, when he finally was able to run his knuckles softly on her cheeks.

As much he wants lay down and snuggle with his daughter jisung needs to clean himself up to look more presentable. By the time jisung made it to their share bedroom Minho was gone. No wonder. He must have felt disgust to even look at jisung. Oh he is disgust to look at himself too.

After taking a hot shower he put some layer of clothes because he can feel the cold in his throat and in his head. Which he is pretty sure will take over him before the day end. He hates cold.

Being in kitchen makes him overwhelm. Cooking makes him overwhelm. And doing that alone without anyone's presence while his thoughts runs faster than the speed of ligh makes him wanna throw up. He just don't wanna remember anything that he used to categorized as memories.  They are becoming his trauma. He remember first time entering this kitchen and almost burning the whole house. Remember when he burst out giggling when minho was scolding him with anxious all over his face. He also remember using abnormal amount of his time to learn cooking. He would very much like to hit his head in something so that he will forget all of those.

Before he could do that a small happy sequel broke his thoughts and he never smiled so fast as ryung run to him a plushy tucked under her arm. He picked her up with as much enthusiasm. God he missed her. He let out a giggle when her attempt to hug ger papa tighter didn't favour and only caused a more tighr hug from her papa. She didn’t liked falling asleep without her papa.

"How is my little one?" ryung huffed her chubby cheeks.

"Ryung missed papa" that's endearing but that was also making his heart clench. He hug her one more time and sat her on the kitchen counter. "I'm sorry love. I really didn’t meant to leave you alone. I promise that won't happen again." oh boy did he sound desperate. Ryung made grabby hands with a kissy face. Her way of telling everything is fine now.

"No eating before brushing your teeth" jisung said sternly with a poker face which failed all most immediately because he simply can't. The younger one step back and start mumbling something about how she needs to eat to gather energy to brush her teeth. And jisung with a fond smile reminds her he can't brush her teeth by herself yet so It's him who need energy. She is so cute.

Walking inside the familiar studio he only wished to have a good day before he get back to the place that is nothing but a home named hell.

Everyone here loved ryung. Which is understandable because if someone talk with him with that much stars in their eyes he would have melt too. Which he already did.