Timelines ; WOOSAN [BL] [ENG VER] ✔️

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Wooyoung gently caressed his growing belly, now five months along. He was determined to take good care of his child this time, unfazed by the idea of raising his child alone.

Gazing at the Jeju Sea from his backyard, Wooyoung reflected on his journey. After spending two months in hiding at Seonghwa's house at the request of the couple, he finally made the decision to relocate to Jeju, settling into his grandmother's long-vacant house.

"Baby, it's fine if it's just us, just don't leave Mama like your brother."

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San ran his hands through his hair, a gesture of sheer frustration. For two days straight, Jongho had stubbornly refused to eat, rejecting every dish presented to him, even Byungchan.

"Come on, Hoho, please eat something," San watched as Seonghwa attempted to coax Jongho into eating, but the boy remained resolute, shaking his head.

"I want mama...sob, I want mama Wooyoung...sob" Jongho's voice broke into sobs, and Seonghwa cast a helpless glance at San and Hongjoong, who were seated on the sofa.

"Mama Wooyoung will come later, but you need to eat first, okay?" Jongho continued to shake his head, unswayed by Seonghwa's gentle persuasion.

"Hoho, listen to Uncle Hwa. Mama will come with a baby sibling later," Seonghwa whispered to Jongho, ensuring San couldn't hear him.

"A baby sibling? Like the one Uncle's belly?" Jongho asked, eyes wide. Seonghwa nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, you're going to be a big brother. You must eat so Mama can bring your baby sibling here." Finally, Jongho agreed, accepting a spoonful of porridge from Seonghwa, much to the relief of San and Hongjoong.

"Where else am I supposed to look for him, Hyung?" Hongjoong let out a weary sigh, unable to stand seeing San in such a state, especially with Jongho oblivious to the trouble between his parents.

"You've got to keep looking, San."

"San, Jongho has fallen asleep. Hongjoong and I will head out now," Seonghwa announced. San simply nodded; he couldn't ask Hongjoong to stay, not with Seonghwa in the late stages of pregnancy.

"Where are you, Wooyoung? Can't you forgive me?"

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Hongjoong noticed Seonghwa's troubled expression; his wife was visibly distressed.

"What's the matter, Hwa?" Seonghwa met Hongjoong's gaze.

"Joong, is there any way you could convince Wooyoung to return to Seoul?" Hongjoong exhaled deeply at the suggestion.

Indeed, only Hongjoong and Seonghwa knew Wooyoung's whereabouts.

"We can't just force Wooyoung to come back, babe." Seonghwa's eyes fell.

"I know, but it's agonizing to watch Jongho yearn for his mother. It's breaking my heart." Hongjoong ran his fingers through Seonghwa's hair.

"Don't worry, I'll visit Wooyoung tomorrow and ask him to visit Jongho. It seems the boy hasn't yet read the letter I sent." Hongjoong planted a kiss on his wife's lips.