Labyrinth [BTS Fanfiction 1] (Hiatus)

Chapter 39

Black And Bleak

Everything is pure white. The blinding brightness makes me squint my eyes uncomfortably.

“Where am I? Am I in heaven? Or is this hell?” I questioned my disoriented mental state.

Just then a baby’s cry took me back to reality. I found my boy tugging my finger with his small hands.

I smiled remembering I have just given birth to my a beautiful little boy.

“Hello there little fella.” I spoke weakly but with a smile plastered on my face as I look down on the angel.

I fell instantly in love with the small bundle of joy in my arms. He’s so tiny, so little yet so breath-taking. Just like his father.

“What should we call him, Seyeon?” it was my excited mother’s voice that got me out of my daydream.

I stay silent for a while until I heard a faint whisper in my head.

“Han Sung. Let’s call him Han Sung.” As I’ve said the name out loud,  he stopped crying.

“Han Sung.” My mom repeated the name in bliss. “He seems to like it.” She commented and I simply smile, full of joy as I gently rub my thumb on his soft little cheeks.

I was sitting on the cushion mat covered in white furry carpet on this baby blue painted walls nursery room where my little sunshine was happily crawling back and forth between his numerous plushies.

“You like that Super Mario plushy?” I chuckled as I slowly sat him up on my lap with him holding a cute red and white doll.

He looked up to me with his bright eyes and plump thick lips which he obviously got from his father.

I tickled his sides as I attacked his cheeks with my kisses making him laugh cutely with his voice so small and gentle.

“M-moo-ma.” My source of happiness spoke his first word on his eighth month of this world after his laughter died down.

“Oh my God! It’s my little Han Sung’s first word!” I squealed in total happiness.

I scooped him in my arms, stood up and twirled him around with my utter joy never leaving me like I’ve just won a billion dollar lottery.

At nineteen I have never been more contented. I thought I wouldn’t survive being a teenage single mother but hearing my Han Sung’s laughter and seeing him all smiles and giggles, made me the strongest.

I have to admit it wasn’t easy.

Waking up in the middle of the night with him crying over his wet diapers so I have to get up and change it and I have to carry him to my chest and hum a lullaby with my body swaying with the melody gently so he could sleep back was one thing.

Waking up at five in the morning with another crying because my little angle is up and hungry then he won’t go back to sleep for the next four hours with him hyper from the feeding so I would have to stay up despite the long previous night because I have to play and watch over him was another thing.

Changing the diapers with stinky shat and wiping the shat off his cute little butt without actually throwing up is one of the worse but I endure it all because I love him and I took the responsibility with my parents’ help from time to time.

I raise my Han Sung first hand before all the fame happened. I was a mother before I became a star.

The following month Min Young visited us and although she kept her silence she smiled from time to time if my little Han Sung would pass her one of his plushies.

We were, again, back on his nursery room, sprawled on the cushion mat covered in now a light brown furry carpet, just spending the afternoon playing with my dearest son.

“Momma!” Han Sung can already say momma in his ninth months without stuttering which made me proud.

He can also speak ‘uhm' which means water in baby language, ‘dada' and ‘nana' as he addressed my dad and mom, and ‘yum' if he finds his baby food delicious.

“Momma!” he called out again with his cute tiny voice giggling from the other end of the mat where he placed most of his plushies.

“Aigoo! What does my baby wants?” I chuckled as I slowly got up to approach him.

In his hands clutched another Super Mario stuffed toy which was his favorite toy out of all the toys he had.

I crouch down to his level and was about to pick him up but he rolled over and ever so slowly he got up on his own and took a couple of steps before falling down, losing his balance, butt first but he laughed and rolled over again, push his knees on the mat only to stand on his own then fall the next.

I was frozen, astonished and so as Min Young but my son was having the time of his life as he learned something new.

“Oh my God! That’s Han Sung’s first step!” the poker face, silent Min Young exclaimed while I blink, still processing about what just happened.

Han Sung. First step.

My eyes widen for a second then I smiled ever so widely as I pulled my little boy on my chest and hug him tight.

“You’re learning things way too fast my little Han Sung!”