Colour | Jungkook √

twenty three

YOONRA

"Mummy, who is him?" 

Silence engulfed us and I started getting awkward as it went. Hansung's eyes stared at me, pointing at Jungkook at the same time. To be honest, I don't know how to answer Hansung.

"Um, Hansung-ah---"

"So he is your son?" I stopped because Jungkook's sudden talk had startled me.

The ice cream kept melting, a great example showing how long we had been staying here, and how much the awkwardness brought us till here. His eyes full of hatred, I guess he hates me even for now....

"Yes, he is my son..." I said while pulling Hansung to my embrace.

"Oh....what's his surname?" He asked nonchalantly.

"He...doesn't have a surname. His name is just Hansung," I avoided his eye contact.

"Tch.... so he doesn't have a father?" He scoffed.

He touched that topic, and it definitely hurt Hansung so much. I covered Hansung's ears as if this gesture could prevent him from hearing that.

"Hey, stop it..." I warned.

"Isn't it? He doesn't have a surname which means he doesn't have a father....You're lame, Yoonra," he smirked.

Complacent smile, the proud of him was shown on his face. This made me got even angrier than before. As his mouth was began to open, I knew he wanted to say something. I raised my hand, planning to give him a slap on the cheek before he even spit something out....

"Who is him, Yoonra?" My actions came to a halt as someone pat on my shoulder, causing me to put down my arm spontaneously. The latter's voice was familiar.

"T-Taehyung?" It was shocking to see him standing right infront of me. 

"Don't try to say anything. Just watch me," he whispered to my ear. 

"Huh?" I mumbled, frowning my eyebrows.

"Who are you? Answer my question," Taehyung despised him and pouted, acting frivolously.

"Jeon Jungkook. So who are you?" Jungkook, who was not to be outdown, rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Kim Taehyung. Just call me V, a person like you don't deserve calling my full name," he went on, "also, she is my wife ."

My eyes popped out when the word 'wife', which he emphasized, came out from Taehyung's mouth. I was amazed by how Taehyung acted. It was pretty rare to see him doing like this.

Before I could stepped on his foot, or even speak a word, Taehyung moved infront of me, using his huge body to cover me.

"What the hell?" I whisper-shouted and gave him a punch at the back.

He ignored me and continued, "nah, don't be shocked. Hansung is my son and Yoonra is my wife." 

I couldn't see anything, since my vision was completely blocked by Taehyung's pitch black shirt. But I could at least hear their conversations. God knows how confused I am with the mixed feelings inside me.

"Ah....." Jungkook elongated, " okay." 

"So can you please..." Taehyung paused, "move...? I need to talk to my wife."

Hearing the word 'wife' again made all my blood boiled up and I wanted to kill Taehyung in any second. That word made me cringed so much.  Suppressing my internal anger, I clutched my hands into fists and took a deep breath. 

"Yeah, sure," Jungkook answered impolitely and all I could hear after that are footsteps that he made. He had walked away

Why does it sounded so weird.

I furrowed my eyebrows and at the same time, Taehyung turned around and faced me.

"You can thank me later, " he smiled sheepishly.

"What? Are you serious, Kim Taehyung? You are just embarrasing me," I said, increasing my volume as Jungkook walked away and slowly faded in my eyesight.

"No, I mean, I really helped you," he went on, "I actually eavesdropped you guys' talk just now and I could sense a hint of disgust in your voice. And I knew you don't like him, that's why I have to help you..."

His words made me speechless and I was so done with this weird creature infront of me. 

"I can't just stand there and look at you being insulted by a trash like him, ya know? And, it's for the sake of Hansung..."

His words hit me. If I mention that Hansung isn't my real son, and he is actually from the orphanage, that would be hurting his self-esteem.

He is just a kid, there's no way to damage him.

"O-Okay then. But that 'wife' thing...Hey, I'm not even your girlfriend and what if your wife heard this?" I scolded.

"Bomi won't jealous of such thing. And remember that, I helped you by saying these. It's a white lie," he defended.

"Lies are still lies. No matter how 'white' is it," I joked and he chuckled.

I eyed Hansung, who was staying beside us all of the time, never making any noises. He just stood there, quietly.

I knelt down and hugged Hansung again, making sure the ice cream didn't stain on his shirt.

"Urgh.....this ice cream can't be eaten," I sighed, looking at the melting ice cream, "oh and by the way, why are you here though? What about Bomi?"

"She's in the hotel now. I came to get--uhh i mean borrow some Korean Won from you," he said, creating a rectangular smile.

"Still haven't change to Korean local currency?" I said while fishing out my purse.

"Uhh..sadly yes. I still have tons of Japanese Yen on my hand though.."

I passed 50,000 won to Taehyung and he excused himself and left. I dragged Hansung and walked to my mother's house.

"Mummy, who is that uncle just now?" Hansung asked innocently.

I giggled when he said 'uncle'. Maybe Jungkook looked old? I don't know.

"Ah....he is Jungkook, call him----"

"Jungcock uncle!"

"NO....I mean, Jung-kook, not Jungcock," I said while looking into his charming eyes.

Kids nowadays don't really know how to pronounce words properly...ugh..

"Oh...Jungkook uncle...." he nodded.

I nodded and gave him a smile. To be precise, I actually giving myself a smile too, without knowing it.

Anyway, long time no see.