Life is C between B and D [A Hyungwonho/2won Story] *Editing in progress*

Chapter 29: Who Are You?

Drops of rain were falling heavily, hitting intensely against the window in a ricochet, thumping against the glass as if it was trying to break in. 

He wished for the drops to be strong enough to do so. 

He, too, wanted to break free. He couldn't bear the ongoing tension any longer.

The grey clouds were darkening the outside landscape and although it was the beginning of the afternoon, it felt as if it was already evening. 

The room was just as dark as the sky; he could barely breathe.

The sky was crying; and so was Hoseok in his heart.

So cold, why is it always so cold?

His parents were abandoning him, once again. 

However, he sensed that this time would be different compared to any other times; he felt that this time would be the last time he would see them crossing the front door of their house.

Of course, he was used to it already. He got used to seeing them travelling often, going in and out of the house like a storm. 

They never stayed long, as if they didn't want to. 

He was probably the only one that considered this place as 'home'.

His dad had already left a week ago.

Now, it was her turn.

He felt -scratch that- he knew deep down that they would be gone...definitely. He didn't know why though, why would he be thinking this way? Couldn't he trust his own parents a bit more?

Maybe it was because of their luggage that seemed more weighty than usual, or perhaps it was the strange heaviness and oppressing sensation that had filled the room.

Freezing storm...

To tell the truth, he was sickly worried. He had seen the glimpse of fear in both of his parents' eyes as he secretly had watched them preparing for their leaving. He saw the way they had thrown their clothes in their bags.

 They were in a hurry as if the devil itself was tracking them down. 

They didn't speak a word. They didn't dare to look at him.

He couldn't tell what was going on; He couldn't pinpoint the reason for their reactions. It was a bit too complicated for the understanding of the shy and little 4 and a half years old he was.

Many things were slipping from his mind.

He peaked at his mother who was talking to Halmeoni as they seemed to be engaged in a pretty serious conversation. The mood was so intensely emotional yet quiet as they both seemed to be refraining from speaking up their minds. It was as if a bomb were to explode at any moment. The pressure was unbearably uncomfortable.

Actually, Hoseok didn't know if he was allowed to call her in such a manner.

'Mother'

It seemed so easy, so natural, so right to pronounce; yet, it would always stay on the tip of his tongue, hiding behind his clenched teeth, unable to come out. It was a word that wasn't compatible with that woman. Both that word and her couldn't have been more estranged from each other. 

He started fiddling nervously with his fingers, trying to warm up his extremities, his eyes still firmly fixed on the window, gazing at the outside, nowhere in particular, simply to somewhere distant.

Everywhere but here is fine.

Never once, had she taken him into her arms or read him a bedtime story. Never had she went on journeys with him to the beach or the mountain. Never had she spent time cooking and playing games with him.