After the horrible incident played out in front of Brielle's eyes, Jaejoon enters the world. It's hard to believe that he entered into this world in the middle of chaos, but Brielle is determined to keep him from it all. With Jiyong injured and his...
"Aish Jaejoon, sit still for me..." I grumbled, trying to pull a onesie onto Jaejoon, who was fussing in front of me. Jiyong chuckled, causing me to send an angry look his direction. "Maybe you should try dressing him, it isn't as easy as it seems," I complained, glaring at him as he got up and hobbled over to me, sitting next to me and readjusting Jaejoon to lay in front of him, putting the clothes on him with no problem. "Really?!? Aish..." I fell back onto the arm of the couch and rubbed my hands across my face in annoyance, earning another chuckle from Jiyong. "He just loves me more~" Jiyong joked, picking up Jaejoon and holding him close to his chest, rocking him gently. "Ainde," I replied, sitting up and smiling at Jaejoon, who smiled back slightly, causing me to giggle. "We need to get you to the doctors." I sighed, this had been the day I'd been dreading for an entire month, the day Jiyong gets his leg cast off. The sucky part was, is that next week Jaejoon would be three months old, on the day Jiyong was scheduled to leave for the next two years. Just my luck.
Jiyong nodded and strapped Jaejoon into his car seat and then throwing his blanket over him. I picked him up and grabbed the car keys and heading out the door with Jiyong wobbling slowly behind me. I quickly strapped Jaejoon into the car and climbed into the driver's seat as Jiyong climbed into the passenger seat. The drive to the hospital was quiet and rather quick, my heart felt heavy in my chest as we entered the doctor's office, Jiyong being called back almost immediately. I stayed in the waiting room with Jaejoon, who was fast asleep in his car seat, I tried my best not to cry while we were there, I had already cried enough the past month, I have to try to be strong because this was inevitable from the start. It wasn't long until Jiyong walked out of the room he was in, cast free, which broke my heart into a million pieces, I had to let him go no, there was no stopping him now.
"It feels good to be without my cast, my leg doesn't feel as heavy," Jiyong said, gently picking Jaejoon's car seat off the floor and walking it out to the car. He opted to drive home, which I was glad he did, I didn't feel like driving anymore. I picked up my phone from the center console and almost let out a choked cry when the all too familiar name flashed across the screen. Unknown Number.
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I quickly shoved my phone in my pocket, turning to look out the window as a few stray tears slipped down my cheeks. What did this person mean when he says that? Part of me wants to tell Jiyong about the message but another part of me stays quiet about it and wait it out until he comes back in two years. We pulled into the driveway, my head felt heavy on my shoulders as we walked into the house, my body immediately routing itself toward my room. Jiyong followed suit and places Jaejoon on the floor, pulling him out of his car seat and then carrying his sleeping figure to his room. I quickly locked myself in the bathroom and turned on the shower, stripping myself of my clothes before climbing under the warm stream, sliding down the shower wall and curling up in a ball, sobbing into my knees.
I never cried this bad until now, this unknown person was always watching and it seemed like I could never catch a break from it. I cried in the shower until the water turned icy cold, so cold that my body was trembling under the stream. I pulled myself up from the floor and exited the bathroom in a towel. "Have a nice shower?" Jiyong asked, rolling over to face me, a slight smirk playing on his face. I put on a fake smile and nodded, sliding onto the bed next to him, laying back against the pillows, still wrapped in my towel. Jiyong gently ghosted his fingers across my arm, sending a shiver down my spine, giving me that lip bite that was so fucking sexy. Before I knew it Jiyong was hovered over me, his lips moving in sync with mine, the towel was now on the floor beside the bed. But at the moment I wasn't in the mood, even though my mind was telling me to take this opportunity. "N-Not now baby." I stated, pushing him off slightly, Jiyong looking a bit annoyed as he climbed off of me and allowed me to go get dressed, my eyes glued to him as he locked himself in the bathroom.
I sighed and lay down on the bed, pulling the blankets over my head, curling up under the warm fabric. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I felt the bed dip slightly, small whimpers from Jaejoon filling my ears. I shot up and saw Jiyong holding him and feeding him, his eyes glued to the baby. "How long was I asleep?" I asked, looking up at Jiyong who was carefully moving Jaejoon around so he could face me. "A few hours." He said, looking down at me. "Are you mad at me?" I asked, sitting up in the bed and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the top of Jaejoon's head. "No, but you just seemed upset and distant today, is something bothering you?" He asked, gently moving a hand to stroke the side of my face. There was no way in hell that I was going to tell him about the text message, it would cause and uproar that I didn't need right now. "Of course not baby, I'm jut going to really miss you." I lied, something I never did to him before, but he believed the lie.
