More 2YEON Oneshots

I'll Keep Waiting For the Day I Can Come To You

A/N: I genuinely am blown away by the support for the previous chapter. I'll never stop being grateful for all your kind comments. This chapter is my gift to you all, especially Jack1723 and Kiyonraey, who requested part two. Happy 11k views already.

tw: Mentions of domestic/child abuse

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Nayeon's POV

The clock in the study reads 1:37AM. The hour is late and Nayeon should be in bed, but she's here again, seeking out refuge in the one room her husband has sense enough to stay out of even when he's senselessly drunk. Dark purple marks have already formed on her side and she flinches when she applies ointment to the bruised area.

Woosung has hit her again and she knows it won't be the last time.

Her mind goes to Jeongyeon just like it always does when her husband abuses her in some way. Their encounter at the park a few days ago replays in her mind. If she had the courage to tell Jeongyeon what her life was really like, would things be any different? Would she be in her ex lover's house, where a fist would never be raised in anger at her, instead of this broken home that harbors dark secrets from the rest of the world?

Nayeon will never know.

The tiny cry of her infant son stirs her from her useless wonderings. She quickly picks him up and cradles him against her chest in hope that he won't cry any louder. Woosung doesn't like it when Yongbok cries.

"It's alright darling. eomma's here," she whispers quietly. His little body feels so insignificant against her bruised and battered skin. Her mind refuses to entertain the thought that this could be his fate one day too. Woosung won't hit his own child right?

"It's alright. Everything is alright," she whispers again. Maybe if she says it enough she'll start to believe it.

Nayeon lives her life in fear, always walking on eggshells in her own home, always terrified that her husband will go too far this time. At least Woosung has enough sense to hit her where it's easy to hide. No one ever questions why she always wears long sleeves, even in the sweltering heat of summer, but god does she wish someone would. The only people who would care are the very people she cut out of her life the day she left Jeongyeon.

Regret doesn't taste good. It always sits heavy on her tongue, coating her mouth in a bitter film that never washes away no matter what she ingests.

In the quiet hours, after Woosung has spent his anger and she's hidden away in her sanctuary to recuperate, she cries and thinks about how foolish she was to throw everything away. She stares at Jeongyeon's number, but she never allows herself to call it. It's her self
inflicted punishment for ruining everything.

So on her life goes. Yongbok grows as Nayeon shrinks within herself. Woosung doesn't stop his abuse, but there are more reprieves once he starts bringing home lovers. Nayeon turns a blind eye to it all. There's no use in saying anything when it will only cause more harm. Besides, she hasn't loved him for a while now, maybe she never did, so there's no reason for her to feel betrayed.

Almost three years have passsed since her encounter with Jeongyeon now. Nayeon looks at herself in the mirror and barely recognizes the woman staring back at her. How much longer can she hold on? How much more abuse can she stand before it pushes her over the edge and into a dark hole she won't be able to crawl out of?

"Eomma! Eomma!"

Yongbok's frantic cries pierce her heart and ice cold fear washes over her. She bursts out of the bathroom, desperate to get to her son, not caring if this is the day she finally dies so long as Yongbok is safe. She runs with all her might down the stairs and into the kitchen where her husband is standing over a terrified Yongbok. Woosung is screaming at him to shut up but their son can't stop so he raises his hand in anger.