OH BOY! Walk me down that road

Chapter three: all

"What did I tell you two?" Jeonyu yelled, her voice booming with anger. Jeongguk and nari stood at the edge of their stairs, the glass material failed to make them feel grounded for some weird reason, it was like they felt mushy. Not in a good way. "Jeonyu calm down they are just kids..." Kim namjoon spoke. The father of the house still put up with his wife's nonsense due to him still being in love with her.

No matter the wrong she has done to him, he still wanted her. He waited everyday for the woman he married that day, to return back to him gracefully. "Look, all I'm saying is they know better! Why is he thinking he has the right to make black friends?" Namjoon face twisted into one of anger. It took a whole lot to get under the secure man's skin, Yeonju sure knew how to do that well. "What did you just say?".

Voice full of domestic control. He was definitely the masculinity of this household. One sentence, one word and yeonju knew she messed up. He had a way with tone that was smooth. She knew her husband hated the things she said but she only ever cared when he got like this. "What does race matter? You are out of line yeonju. Kids go to bed while me and your mother have a talk." He spoke, his tone filled with calmness, if they didn't know their father like they did, they'd think he was actually calm.

Yeonju knew otherwise so she stood quietly, her hands helplessly playing with her black skirt. Anticipation crept along her legs through her entire body. She felt the nerves within her petite body, light on fire. Jeongguk was the first one to move out of the family, softly dragging his sister with him to her forehead kisses and good nights along with sweet I love you two from their father. The man that sat at the dinner table said his good nights to his two kids, watching them walk away hand in hand.

Once they were out of sight, namjoon eyes met his wife's nervous ones. "Sit." That was all it took before the lady was rushing to take a seat on the pretty black chairs in the dining room infront of her husbands. She still didn't mutter a sound, her body knew better. Keeping quiet, the lady's pretty hair was all her husband could see since her head was hung low. "Look at me."

There he went with that cold tone once again. She did so, lifting her head and preparing for the next set of words he would say. "Why do you think it's okay to bring race into shit while our kids are around? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Namjoon never was a man to be rude, especially to a woman since he was always raised to treat females like they run this world, to kneel at their feet and be the man they loved. Yeonju pushed him to be this way.

Now though...he couldn't care less about tone. He loved his kids and wanted the best for them. Yet he couldn't listen to her bullshit all day everyday. Her words with him was one thing but that evil stuff around his babies? That wasn't going to fly. There was nothing wrong with black people, or anyone of a different culture at that matter. Yeonju knew this but because of one bad interaction with a lady of color when she was a child, she never missed a moment to bring colorism into conversations.

"I- it's just that...I don't know her family, sure the father was nice and all but they-" namjoon cut her off with just a look. His eyes narrowed tightly as if he wasn't buying what his wife was saying. "Lie to me again I dare you." He scoffed. The only reason namjoon hadn't divorced her wasn't just because he loved her too much, but also because he was a pastor in training... and the Bible clearly says that anyone who divorces unless the partners cheats becomes an adulterer. That was a sin he didn't want on his record. He didn't want to get remarried and his kids didn't deserve separation from their parents.

"Fine. You know how I feel about...those type of people.." namjoon smiled. This was ridiculous to him and his face couldn't help showing the clownery he had been thinking of at the moment those words left her mouth. "And you think that just because you feel a certain way you have the option of talking shit about a family because they were born a different color than your pale ass?" Yeonju sat in shock, her fingertips running cold.