Secrets Out [Part.2 Of A Min Yoongi ff]

From the Sideline

I woke up the next morning feeling a bit sad. For the past few days I woke up next to Yoongi but I only lay here alone. I mean, my beautiful son was curled up next to me which provided me with happiness, but this was a different type of sadness.

I sighed. I knew we talked everything through and we're good, but I can't help still feeling bad about everything. Yoongi and I never fought like that. I can't shake the look of anger and sadness he had on his face out of my head. Or the crazy things I said to him. And maybe if I just took extra precautions for In-su, we could have joined them.

Tears started to stream down my face as I realized now that I should go to therapy. I get emotional over everything, and I always brushed it off as just being empathic but maybe this is something legitimately wrong with me.

First, a sniffle started and then it turned into sobs. I couldn't control my emotions and I never really noticed this before.

I unfortunately woke my son up with my sobs. I hadn't noticed until he started crying. I immediately sat up and picked him up. He continued to cry in my arms even after every attempt to sooth him.

I was getting stressed after a few minutes of his nonstop crying. I even got up and walked around, gently bouncing him in the process. I checked and changed his diaper. I even tried to feed him but he kept crying. I was starting to panic so I grabbed a thermometer and checked his temperature. He was fine but he kept crying.

I wasn't sure what to do. I sat down on the bed and cried with my son. A pathetic sight. I couldn't help my son and I was hundreds, of miles away from anyone I knew. He kept crying and crying and crying and crying. It was driving me insane so I put him down on the bed and grabbed my phone. I walked over to the door that lead to the balcony and looked over at the dawned sky.

"Mmm it's quite early for you to be up Yeobo," Yoongi's deep sleepy voice rang through the phone.

"YOONGI I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO," I wailed through the phone.

"What happened are you ok?" He asked his voice less sleepy and more filled with concern.

"In-su won't stop crying and I can't take it anymore. I've done everything. I've tried everything. And he won't stop. He's never like this I'm scared. What if he's hurt," I rambled through sobs.

"Luna-ah, my love, I need you to relax a little bit ok. Take some deep breaths and relax. Wipe the tears off that beautiful face of yours," he spoke gently to me.

"Ok," I said gasping, trying to catch my breath. I was eventually about to attempt to take some deep breaths. It was a bit hard to try and relax when In-su was still behind me crying, but I did it.

"Good now some more," again Yoongi's gentle voice rang through the phone.

I took some more deep breaths. And some more. And then even more. I was finally out of hysterics.

"How are you feeling," he asked, now concern back in his tone.

"Better," I replied softly, "but the baby is still crying."

"Well go pick him up."

I did just that. I kept the phone to my ear as I walked over to the bed. I picked up our son as he continued to cry.

"Put me on speaker."

I did just that.

"In-su my son, why are you giving your mother such a hard time," Yoongi gently asked.

In-su immediately stopped crying and perked up at the sound of his father's voice.

Yoongi chuckled as he noticed this observation, "all you had to do was ask for appa, little one. You don't have to cry. Your mother and I will always get you want you need."