| White Bachellor Button || Yoonmin |

Ch22 ~ Absent spark...

(+) Jimin's little waddle got my heart doing tricks I didn't know it could 😍

Yoongi fidgetted in his wheelchair as his mother wheeled him over to the dining room. She was blabbing on about how this person in Paris was coming onto her, how many times she'd told him that she was married with a child and was unable to take the nice gentleman's offer to follow him to his villa. Yoongi felt uncomfortable somehow. He was well aware of the decline in his parent's 'loving' relationship, but he wasn't entirely sur his mother had noticed the drop in affection between them. Their couple like atmosphere didn't possess what his and Jimin's had, at least not now that he never saw his parents together.

"Turns out the gentleman was married too! What has the world come to, married men trying to get with married women, what a disgrace."

"Yes well I suppose people just like to have a little fun when they don't have their partners there with them."

"What on earth is that poppycock mon petite fleur?" She groaned with laughter as she tilted her head back. "You should be loyal to your marital partner no matter what. Never sleep with someone else, you married that person for a reason, made vows knowing you'd have to keep them for life so... why wouldn't you stay faithful?" Yoongi thought on that for a while. His mother was right, despite her disrespect for the Park twins. She was morally correct... and that puzzled Yoongi.

"Chef!" They ran into Jin in the corridor, giving him a fright as he looked to someone even more respectable than that of the White Bachelor Button.

"Y-Yes Lady Antoinette?" He stuttered as he shook with fear. Jin wasn't too fond of her since she was the only one who ever criticised his food with a such harsh words. Picky eater.

"Fetch us something to eat," she said in a posh voice as her french accent leaked through her spoken Korean. "my son and I will wait in the dining hall." Jin nodded and looked at Yoongi for a brief second before he asked what they wanted. "Honey what do you want?"

"I'll have the kimchi soup." Jin let out a breath of relief, Yoongi picked it because it was the Sous chef's specialty, and if his mother didn't like it she'd be crazy.

"I guess I'll have the same." She picked at her nails, looking away from Jin as she did.

"Very good ma'am." He smiled and scurried to the kitchen to prepare their meals. She pushed her son to his place at the table.

"Oh my." She inspected the dust lining the surface of the dining room table, her face contorting into a frown as she rubbed a of it in a finger and thumb. "What is with all this dust? The maids have been slacking." She snickered, flicking the dust particles elsewhere.

Yoongi wasn't amused. The maids never cleaned this place since no one high enough in the ranks, (i.e Yoongi) cared to use it. It wasn't as if the maids and butlers had the audacity to dine there either - they had their own quarters to eat in.

But Yoongi didn't say anything about it. He was more concerned about something else.

"Mother..." he rested his fidgety fingers on the glass table. He could feel himself shaking against the clear, solid glass.

"Yes ma petite fleur?" The glamorous woman took her seat at the table, across from her son.

"H-How long has it been since..." he paused, taking a breath before be continued. "...since you and Father were home together?" Antoinette flinched as she heard her child mention her lifetime partner. It had been a while since she'd even set eyes on her significant other, if she could even call him that anymore. Months since the two of them had even been intimate...

"Why do you ask?" Antoinette pulled on a fake smile and looked over at Yoongi in the most motherly way she could muster. "Do you miss us being together?" Yoongi almost whimpered as he nodded slightly. He knew full well that his parents were a shattered couple, but had no real intention to put them back together. The pieces they'd left behind after growing apart from each other were too much for anyone to even try to pick up. Yoongi could bet that even the great God of lightning, Zeus, would fail, taking on the task of picking up all the broken pieces in the Min couple's broken relationship.

"Mother..." Yoongi spoke again after a long silence. "...you and Father aren't together anymore are you?" She flinched again. Maybe she was too proud to admit it. Too naive to believe their relationship was wrecked. The spark that once resided between the two people had diminished... long gone from when they first met and fell in love... it just wasn't there anymore.

"Honey, no..." she got up and walked over to her son in a hurried manner, heels clacking on the marble floor. She wrapped her offspring in her arms and tried to hold back tears she knew were too large to keep in her eye sockets. "...your father and I love each other so much... we love you too and I don't want you to ever think otherwise..." she felt a tear escape the caverns of her eyelids and land in her son's black hair.

"Mother please don't lie to me..." Yoongi pulled away from her. He sounded as if he was begging, something Mins mostly avoided. You'd never find a Min begging or pleading. They thought it was repulsive, the way people begged and groveled at someone's feet. They abandoned all their pride right when they started pleading like live animals to a butcher's knife. A Min wouldn't lower one's self to that level. A Min would rather die than beg. It seemed Yoongi was beating the stereotype.

She shook her head and knelt down next to her son, desperately pleading for him to believe her, otherwise she might lose faith in herself. "I'm not lying ma petite fleur."

(+) My little flower.

"Oh but you are..." he shook his head slowly and placed a pale hand on his mother's hollow cheek. He loved her to the ends of the earth and seeing her in such a wreck was heart breaking, but she was ever so desperately lying to him. "...Mother I've known for years that you and father haven't been in the best condition."

"That's not true..." she mumbled, looking away from the white bachelor button. This only proved Yoongi's theory further.

"Mother..." he sighed, letting waterfalls of his salty water rush down his cheeks. "When was the last time you and him ever kissed?" She froze, unable to answer. "The last time you came into contact with him? Last time you even hugged him? Seen him? Are you even sure he has eyes for only you anymore?" She started shaking, bowing her head as she started believing her marriage really was worse for wear.

"Stop now child..." she didn't want to believe it. She refused even though it was blatantly obvious that her marriage to Min Yoonbin was history. "That's quite enough." She removed his hand from her cheek and turned to leave the room...