I Love You, Always ((Sangwoo x Reader FanFic))

A Clear Warning // Don't Hesitate

"JoJo, are you dressed?" Y/n calls out as a clear warning to her sleepy child. This morning is luckily not busy. She has time to walk her son to school again. If she didn't, Y/n might have trouble connecting with his teachers when necessary. It's never difficult to handle JoJo behavior wise, but he often throws his teachers off intellectually. Although, she is sure nothing too bad would happen, Y/n is definitely thankful to be able to ensure her son's safety.

A large array of noises trail from the bedroom. Something falls down, something is ripped, and then JoJo yells, "Mommy! I'm stuck!" 'Oh dear lord.' Y/n finishes packing a lunch and quickly throws it into her kid's bag before prying open the bedroom door.

'I'm going to have a long day, aren't I?' The top of JoJo's head sticks out of shirt along with a broken looking arm. The boy's shirt is inside out and backwards to make it worse. "This is why we don't rush and we always get ready on time." She quickly frees the boy of his soft white shirt.

Looking down at his toes, JoJo mumbles a "I'm sorry, Mommy." The kneeling mother quickly wraps her son in her arms. Her son laughs as she tickles his stomach while latching on to him and lifting him off the ground. The young boy lets out a happy squeal before he is returned to the ground.

"It's fine, honey." She quickly flips the shirt back to the correct position. "Alright, let's finish getting you dressed."

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"You're JoJo's Mom? Wow. You're so young!" The middle aged woman squeals as she speaks with Y/n. The mother nods and smiles weakly as she is very used to this reaction. Just as Y/n is about to respond, her son's teacher beats her to it. "JoJo is so well behaved, you must be a great mother."

The greying woman's words and honest closed eyed smile warms Y/n's heart. Normally, she would have received terrible amounts of criticism and negative treatment. Slut. Whore. Heathen. Tainted. Impure. Conniving. Simple. Easy. The words had burned themselves into her back. But, here is this kind woman she just met, leaning in, smiling, and saying she has done a good job.

Y/n ignores the pang behind her eyes and smiles as she gives her thanks. "I'm so happy to hear that. My name is Y/n and please don't hesitate to call me for anything." She smiles as she speaks, glancing over to the other side of the room every now and then. Yelps of excitement were exploding from over there and quite the rambunctious crowd has formed. "Uh, and are there any more forms that should be filled out?"

"Ah, you're fine." The woman's eyes veer over to the commotion, also slightly distracted. Although the remnants of her smile lingered in her face, a twinge of disgust had climbed its way onto her features. "Well then," Y/n bows to the teacher, and gives her goodbyes. She makes sure to give JoJo one last hug before leaving the room and finding her way out the proper exit.