her? ⇢ chensung ✔

achtundachtzig

tw // small description of violence, nothing much, but just so yk.

it was a very lonely evening at the park household. the clouds grew dense under the dark sky, gradually rumbling and crashing into each other, morphing into a heavy thunderstorm.

a very excited, borderline eccentric woman kept on endeavouring desperately to get her son to pick up the phone for once. it had been quite a while since she heard his voice anyways— it's always his friends picking up or he's unavailable— so she was resolute to hear his voice instead.

"...mom?" and there he is, finally picking up his mother's calls. that word alone was enough to make her squeal excitedly in response. it took her a while to regain her composure— just as he expected. "a—anyways...why haven't you've been responding to my calls?! do you know how much i was worried about you? and not to mention, your girlfriend, where has she been—"

"i'm fine. lele's alright as well," jisung deadpanned, cutting her off. "we're about to come back...uh, to our college dorms. i just picked her up after her vacation."

"a vacation for over a year?! do you think i'm that gullible for goodness' sake?! i need an explanation right now, young man," she caught up on his lies red-handed, which led to jisung being completely devoid of hope, so he decided to come clean about this whole masquerade he had to put up.

"m-mom...hear me out. i'll explain everything, just don't make a goddamn fuss, we're heading out right there—"

"you're coming here?! with lele? oh my lord, why didn't you tell me sooner, i would have cleaned our house for goodness' sake," she exclaimed, ecstatical on hearing the news. "anyways, don't waste your time. my god, i can't wait to meet her!"

and before her son could say a single word, she hung up on him, her hands shaking feverishly in giddy excitement. she turned to the wall where a huge picture was hung on, glancing at the man in the image. she ran her hand in the glass covering, tears forming on her eyes. "hear that, hwa? our son's getting a family of his own! isn't that just wonderful? ah, i really wish you were here right now..."

meanwhile, the couple knew they were practically dicing with death.

the moment they did get the call, they knew they cannot stay in chicago without jisung's mom pestering them to disclose anything about their whereabouts at all. hence, jisung had to convince johnny to book a trip back to busan in an effort to fess up and be done with.

after all, they are married. what else can his mom do other than be happy for them?

jisung clutched his head as he heaved heavy breaths, leaning on the car seat as stressing coursing through his frame. sensing his turmoil, chenle placed his hand on top of his husband's, caressing it slowly in an effort to calm him down. "it'll be alright, ji...i'm sure she would understand! it's not like she has a choice to separate us both or anything—"

jisung immediately pulled chenle into a kiss as he caressed his jaw, glancing at the older longingly. "don't ever think of saying that. i don't care what my mom says, i am staying with you. if she can't stand that, she can leave. it's not you, nor me who's leaving."

chenle hummed in approval as he glanced at a silently babbling xingzuo in his hands, before a small thought lit up in his head. "wait, what about your dad? can he help us out...?"

"my dad...he died long ago. it's just my mom. ever since he died, she had been...quite weird and she had this obsession of me starting a family at a young age. she didn't want me to think that my dad died, so she taught me to refer to both my parents like they are alive, when i was really young," jisung explained, heaving a sigh as his eyebrows scrunched up in an expression of pure worry. "sorry i didn't mention it earlier, baby."