Baby Daddy | EXO Kai

#11: 11:11

There's probably some errors af. I didn't bother proofreading it. 

Thank you for reading

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"Hey, honey. What's going on?" I managed to pull myself off Daesung and wipe my tears. 

He just stared. I couldn't have felt more worried or concerned for him. "My.. dad?" Was all he could speak, was all he could say at that moment. He just found out who his father was and I never exactly told him who it was, I always avoided that question. "You lied." Tears were now coming down his perfect chiseled cheeks, I couldn't look at him. Not when he was in this state. I only nodded and asked him to sit down. 

"There is a lot, you don't know. Would you like to?" I sniffled as he listened and sat down across from me. No matter how much he hated me or wanted to curse me at that point, he just couldn't. I was his mother, what was he suppose to do? I was the only thing he had left. I couldn't help but feel bad at that thought. 

I couldn't help but think that I did everything wrong. Everything up to this point, I was doing right and now i'm here and I can't help but think I did wrong. Was I wrong to leave him? Could I have fixed everything? Should I let him stay when he asked to? Did I hurt the one person I swore I wouldn't? 

He nodded slowly. I took a deep breath. "I guess it's time. Dae, can you give us some privacy?" He patted my head with a small 'yes' He looked at Etu, "Your mother did everything she could, to be the best she could. Listen." He messed with his hair and smiled. 

I hated the way Etu looked at me but, it was inevitable. 

"It started when I was 15. I was a dancer, as you know. I only did street competitions, I couldn't dance formally because your grandparents wanted me to go to school and stop wasting my time with dumb things." I chuckled, back then I would get scolded for even listening to music knowing it would trigger something in me to start dancing, which they hated. "I would sneak out and sign myself up, I knew I couldn't win those kids. They were all well trained but, I never let that stop me. I kept practicing, mimicking the moves of most of them. I got good and, I met your father. He was handsome, just like you are now. To be honest, you look like him when I met him. Well, I'll skip to the part where I'm now pregnant with you after a few years later, I was still in high school. I was actually in the school bathroom when I found out. I called your father and told him of your existence but, he didn't believe me and to put things short, he left me." 

I looked up from my lap to my son's eyes, swollen, raw, red. Should I continue? 

He couldn't help but feel anger towards the idol who he treasured so much, he couldn't even think at this point. Kim. Jong. In. or Kai. He was the dancing god but, you didn't know that your mother was too. He seduced her then, he left her. He... used her. What should he do now when he walks into that competition? Should he yell and scream? Where was he when he entered his first dance class? Where was he when for a while, they would starve? Where was he when his mother would hours and hours in order to pay for tuition for that stupid school he begged her relentlessly to attend? Why was his mother strong for no reason? Why did she do this to herself? Why? Why was he even born? If, if maybe he wasn't alive, she would be okay. Maybe, she would have overtaken his father and she'd be successful. But, she decided to stay with him. He grunted and wiped his tears. 

Leaning in, I wiped them for him. "I saw him again when I was about 7 months in. He wanted me back, he wanted to start over. So I did, I let him in once again thinking I'd have my family. The company wasn't too fond of teen pregnancy so they asked him to break up with me, he didn't want to. To be honest, that was the manliest thing he has ever done for me. But, one day I found out about his now-wife and the day they spent the night together. So I did what any mother would do, I left him and kicked him to the curb. Since then, I've been alone. My parents hated me so, they kicked me out as well. Daesung, helped me so much. He gave me half of his earnings, so it wasn't much. But, he did that for me and I used that money for your school and your food. I didn't care if I ate or not, just as long as your were healthy. I gave birth to you and five months later, YG hired me as a stylist/makeup artists for BigBang. They're my brothers since I was that 15 year old doing god knows what with her spaghetti body. When they found out, they weren't so fond of me either. They didn't know what to do." 

Oh, the things that could be going on in his head. "I met your father one more time, you were 5 months in the care of BigBang," You laughed at the thought of leaving you with Seungri, who ended up crying with Etu because he didn't know what to do with a baby. "He tried to apologize but, I defended us. There was no way a man like that could do us any good, so I asked him not to contact me anymore or you. He made his decision and he should stand by it. He uh, tried having children with his now-wife but, didn't work. They kept miscarrying and I felt bad for them because it wasn't fair. In the end, they adopted their son. No one knew but me." I remember his text every time they miscarried, I remember my best friend who became their OBGYN, I remember him telling me what karma does to someone. I cried with them that night, too. I prayed for them to have one, I thought maybe he could raise him like he would of raised our son. 

Etu just stared for a few more minutes and reached out to hug me. Surprised, I hugged him back. "I know what I have to do now." Was all he whispered into my ear before he dashed out. 

I looked at the clock, "11:11" Make a wish, that everything will be alright.