As Byul returned to the hospital, her heart raced with anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse of her son. With each step, her resolve strengthened, fueled by the longing to hold him in her arms and begin anew. With a heavy heart and a myriad of emotions swirling within her, Byul stood outside her son's room, hoping for the chance to see her son before the impending battle. She knew that facing Yongsun would be difficult, but the thought of seeing her son gave her the strength to push forward. She could only hope that Yongsun would grant her this small request, allowing her to hold her child for just a moment before they embarked on their respective journeys.
Yongsun's gaze fell upon Byul as she stood outside Sky's room, her tone sharp with a mixture of surprise and frustration. "What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that I don't want you near him," she stated firmly.
"I know, Yongsun, but please," Byul pleaded softly, her gaze earnest as she met Yongsun's eyes. "I just want to see him, even for a moment. I promise I won't cause any trouble." Her voice carried a mix of longing and desperation, a silent plea for a chance to connect with her son before facing the challenges that lay ahead.
Yongsun couldn't ignore Byul's plea, her resolve softening as she looked into her eyes. "He's asleep right now. Please, after this, just let us be," she relented, her voice gentle yet firm as she granted Byul's request, hoping for a moment of peace amidst the chaos of their intertwined lives.
Byul's heart swelled with bittersweet joy as they entered the room and beheld her son sleeping peacefully. Catching Yongsun's gaze, she silently sought her permission, which was granted with a nod. With cautious steps, Byul approached her son and tenderly patted his head, her tears cascading down her cheeks in a silent expression of love and longing. In that fleeting moment, amidst the stillness of the room, a fragile connection was forged, bridging the gap between past regrets and uncertain futures.
"I'm sorry for not being there when you were born. I'm sorry for hurting your mom. I'm very sorry, son," Byul whispered softly, her words laden with regret as she poured out her heart to her sleeping child. Each apology carried the weight of years of absence and mistakes, a solemn vow to make amends and be the father her son deserved.
Byul gently held her son's hand and wear a bracelet in his hands. "This is a sign of my promise, Sky," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I will strive to be worthy of being your father so that soon, we will be able to meet each other again. I promise you that." With a tender kiss on his forehead, she silently vowed to do everything in her power to earn back his trust and be a presence in his life.
Yongsun's tears flowed freely as she watched the poignant scene unfolding before her. Her heart ached with a mixture of sadness and longing, knowing that her son deserved to know the truth about his father, yet understanding that she was doing what she believed to be the right thing. In that moment, amidst the bittersweet emotions, she found solace in the knowledge that she was protecting her son, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.
"Miss Moon?"
Byul froze in surprise as she felt a pair of hands grasp her shirt. Turning back, she saw her son awake, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of curiosity and recognition. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes met, a silent exchange of emotions passing between them. Byul's heart swelled with a rush of emotions .
"S-Sky?" Byul's voice wavered with emotion as she held her son's hand, scarcely daring to believe that he was awake and reaching out to her. Yongsun hurriedly approached them, her eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and hope, and gently held her son close. In that fragile moment, the three of them stood together, bound by the invisible threads of love and longing that had brought them to this pivotal juncture.
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I Found You (G!P)
FanfictionMoonbyul was born in a rich family, her life is what everyone's want to have. Luxurious cars, clothes, mansion, well known company and a comfortable life but for her, her life is a mess. Like living as a prisoner.