Sweats.
smirks.
laughs.
smiles. but lustful ones.
"D-dad? what're you doing with uncle Juno?" the innocent 9 year old Jisung asked his father with confusion in his eyes.
"Nothing son, you should go to bed now, it's late."
Jisung nods and slowly walks upstairs.
The picture of his father making out with his uncle flashes one more time in his head.
He felt disgusted and betrayed.
he sat down on his bed, he's head sways facing left where he saw his night table and saw their family picture.
He extended his arm to get it. He looked at their smile, especially her mother's, her smile is genuine and might be brighter than the sun.
The moonlight sneaks into his window, together with the cold wind that give chills to him and makes the atmosphere more melancholy.
The faded light illuminates his mochi cheeks.
Tears rolls. He wiped it.
he misses her mom. so much.
he lean his back on his empty bed, tears keeps dropping. he's crying. silently. painfully.
He can prove, with his young mind, that silent tears are the most painful ones.
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YOU ARE READING
Your Not-so-Typical Love Story- MinSung
Romantik"I will not let them hurt you, stay with me" "Make me stay so I can give you the world, No, the Universe."
