THE KIMS

A Mother's Comfort

Today, a change swept through the Kim household after days of despair. Namjoon emerged from his room, dressed in his suit and ready to head to his office. As he walked into the dining room, where the family was having breakfast, Mrs. Kim looked up, surprised and hopeful.

"Namjoon, why don't you join us?" she asked, her voice filled with gentle encouragement.

Namjoon managed a small smile, but declined. "Not today, Mom. I have to get to the office," he said, his voice steady but lacking warmth. He left the house, but instead of going to the office, he drove to their lake house, where he had cried his heart out just days before.

Sitting on the same swing, Namjoon waited as if hoping for something—anything—to happen. The hours passed, and the day drifted by. He remained there, lost in his thoughts, feeling the weight of his actions and their consequences pressing down on him. As evening approached, he returned home, tired and emotionally drained.

When he walked into the house, he saw his mother still waiting for him in the living room. She rose from the couch, her eyes filled with worry and love. "Namjoon, we were so worried about you. Your father might be angry, but he loves you. You shouldn't leave us hanging like this. Please, let us know where you're going," she pleaded softly. "And remember, I will always be here for you. Lean on me for help."

Namjoon felt a surge of emotion at his mother's words. He gently guided her back to the couch and sat her down. Then, with a deep sigh, he placed his head on her lap, seeking the comfort he had longed for. "Mom, can you sing that lullaby you used to sing for us? The one you sang for all of us boys," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

Mrs. Kim began to hum the familiar tune, her voice soothing and melodic. The sound filled the room, bringing a sense of peace and nostalgia. Taehyung, hearing the lullaby from his room, quietly walked out and settled on the other couch, his eyes closing as he listened. Jin, who had come downstairs for some water, saw the scene and couldn't resist joining. He sat on the floor near his mother, resting his head against her knee.

The brothers dozed off, comforted by the lullaby and the warmth of their mother's love. Taehyung fell asleep first, and Jungkook gently carried him to bed, ensuring he was tucked in comfortably. Yoongi, seeing Jin nodding off, got down to help him up and guided him to bed as well.

Mrs. Kim continued to hum softly, her heart swelling with a mix of sadness and hope. She looked at Namjoon, who had fallen into a restless sleep, and gently stroked his hair. "We'll get through this, my son," she whispered, more to herself than to him. "We'll find a way."

As the house settled into a quiet peace, the love and support of the Kim family began to weave its way through their hearts, offering a glimmer of hope for the days to come.

*Hoseok's pov*

I sat idly on my bed, staring blankly at the walls of my room. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I hastily wiped them away before they could fall. This had become my routine—having three meals in bed and only leaving the house for early morning walks, my form of exercise now.

Even dancing, my greatest passion, wasn't helping. I had handed over the academy's responsibilities to Soonyoung for the time being. He would take care of it.

I suddenly remembered why I started dancing in the first place. It was Namjoon who would watch me dance every day, cheering me on when I doubted my abilities. But everything had changed. We drifted apart, maybe because we grew up.

And now here I was, crying in my room, carrying his baby in my tummy. Unknowingly, I started caressing my bump as memories flooded back.

The door opened suddenly, and I was about to tell Mom that I wasn't in the mood when I saw who it was. Soonyoung, Chan, Jun, and Minghao—my assistant dancers from the academy—stood there, wearing sunflower costumes and dancing to nursery rhymes.

I couldn't help but laugh. "What on earth are you guys doing?"

Chan grinned. "Obviously, trying to cheer you up, hyung."

Jun and Minghao looked less enthusiastic, clearly having been coerced into this, but they went along with it. Soonyoung continued with him, "Come on, guys! More passion, more energy!"

We all laughed together, the sound a soothing balm to my heart.

Mom entered the room, carrying my favorite sweets. She handed them to me with a warm smile. "Thought you might like these."

Chan started, "Hyung, take your time. We are here for you whenever you need us."

Listening to this, Soonyoung went to hug him. "Aww, my dino has grown so much," he said with fake cries, and we all started laughing at him.

Jun joined in, "I'm proud of our son, Minghao." Minghao looked at him as if he would strangle Jun on the spot, which only made us laugh harder.

It was all laughs and fun, a much-needed respite from the sadness that had enveloped my heart.They stayed for a while, chatting and comforting me. When they left, it was just Mom and me.

"You were always such a happy child," Mom said, sitting next to me on the bed. "And you always had Namjoon with you because he was shy. He willingly followed you around everywhere."

She pulled out my childhood photo albums, and we started looking through them. Each picture brought back memories of simpler, happier times. Dad joined us after a while, his presence comforting.

As I began to feel sleepy, Dad started singing a lullaby, just like he did when I was a child. I listened to his soothing voice, and soon, I was off like a light, a small smile on my face despite the turmoil inside.

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