This was wrong. Abnormal even. Then why did it feel so right?
→ Vivienne returns back to where her life had first begun nearly twenty-four years ago, ready for a new journey ahead of her. This includes moving in with her older brother while trying t...
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S E B A S T I A N
"...working is important, but you have to remember to eat well, darling."
The sweetly nagging, but familiar voice of his mother gently chastised him on the other end of the phone in Korean while Sebastian was concentrating on flipping the searing piece of chicken breast in front of him. Her words still held traces from her childhood of the shimmering port city of Busan. Although mellowed through the years from living abroad, he could still catch the rising intonations of the dialect now and whenever she would fall comfortably back on her mother tongue during their conversations.
"I know, I know, eomma," He assured her, as he had many times before. "I promise you, I'm not nearly starving here. Quite the opposite actually. So please stop worrying?" His own Korean was conversational, enough to pass off as fairly fluent if he were to find himself in the country itself, but he was also a bit ashamed to admit that English often flowed more naturally from him.
"I'm just worried, son. You have always had a bad habit when it comes to food, remember?"
Well, she wasn't wrong there.
Sebastian didn't exactly have the healthiest relationship to food when he first got into the cutthroat industry that was modelling. He quickly fell into the trap of the bare minimum to survive and meet the unreal expectations of the higher ups. But he had also been an easily impressionable twenty year old at that time.
Seven years later, however, he was pretty confident in the correct ways to take care of himself. His sweet mother was always just worried, no matter how old he got.
"I remember, and I will always be sorry for putting you through that time. Can we move onto less sad topics now? How's appa doing?"
"Oh your father is doing fine as always. He's been minimising his hours at the hospital lately with his back, but it's nothing too serious yet."
"And you'll tell me if it gets serious, right?" His voice held a note of suspicion as his mother scoffed.
"Of course we will."
"Eomma..." He replied knowingly, as she sighed but held firm.
"We will let you know if it gets serious. Otherwise you don't have to worry. Just make sure to take care of yourself for the time being."
Typical of his mother. Always worrying about him before themselves. Always making sure not to burden him with 'unnecessary' news at the worry of stressing him out, even if it meant their own wellbeing.
Sebastian had argued with them several times that their health mattered as much to him as his own life, but his parents had grown up as selfless people to the point it became a weakness, especially when it affected their only child.
In the midst of his mom's tirade of something that happened during her shift Vivienne came into the kitchen from around the corner, eyes lightening up at the sight of him and steps slowing down at the rapid Korean from the speaker of his phone.
