What Was Ours

3G. A good thing

I couldn't help but look at him, he was struggling cutting up the vegetables. Hyungie has been having a hard time adapting to our lifestyle. He's probably used to having people do all this work for him, instead of doing it himself. Everyone keeps telling me that it's better to leave him alone, so that he can learn. I hate to see him hurt himself on a count that we haven't taken our time to show him properly. It's probably that I'm a protective hyung to him. I rarely had the chance to be the hyung and I want to be a good one, like Jimin-hyung has been to me.

"Oh, fuck!" Hyungie screams, he shakes his hand in pain. I can't help but to run over to him, to see his injury. It's nothing but a small scrape which is hardly bleeding, I laugh.

"It's nothing. You're such a baby, Hyungie." I go back to my work before I let it burn like last time.

"I'm your husband, you should take good care of me." He's probably pouting while looking at the small cut; it's an adorable picture, in my mind.

"You should stop saying that! Eomma will think you're being serious," I say, for the fourth or perhaps fifth time. I had enough teasing already about Hyungie and I, I didn't want to add anymore.

"I'm serious. Didn't you become my husband since we stepped into the bus?" He's so close and I can't tell if he's joking or not, and my stupid pulse is racing. It's just friendly banter and I'm getting excited over nothing.

"It's only pretend," I say, as I try to pay attention to the food. "Now finish before they get here. They're not asking for much—so finish."

I hear him leave but I'm afraid he saw my red face. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by all the teasing. It's probably best to give him some space to learn on his own. That will save me from embarrassment and all the teasing.

"We think, we know who his grandfather is, he's been looking for him too." I had a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach. He had just arrived here a week ago and now he's leaving. I couldn't hold this information, I had to tell him.

"If it's not Mister Kim JaeHyung, then it must be one of the other two we've been looking into. They're the only families which would make sense." My eomma tries to ease me into it, I don't know why she's trying to sound comforting when it's not my business.

"I'll tell Hyungie about it, we'll make the trip today, I suppose," it came out as a question but I knew we were going to have to go down there. Uncle Donghae and I were going to make a purchase from that man.

"Yeah, you tell him he's tagging along. I don't want you to say that it's probably his grandfather because it might get his hopes up. It's best to keep quiet."

I nod and walk away. My body still had that sinking feeling, which was was strange. I thought I'd be happy to hear we found his family, he'd go with them and hopefully be happy there but I wasn't happy. I had this lonely feeling again.

"Are you okay?" Taehyungie asks me.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. I think, I need to rest when I get home." I looked out the window not wanting to talk anymore. I felt tired and queasy.

Perhaps, pregnancy was taking a toll on me, I got tired easily these days. I refused to believe that I got attached to the boy that's sitting in the backseat of the car. That couldn't be it.

"We're almost there. You can sleep if you want and I'll take care of business," uncle Donghae suggested.

"Yeah, it might be the best. I don't think I can do much besides put my money into it."

"It's your money? Shouldn't you be saving it for your child and other things?" Hyungie asks worriedly.

"I'm not going to lose our home, it's the only place we've got, Hyungie. I've got to invest in it and pray to make some money to pay everything back. It's all we have." I confess. There's not much I can do but hope and pray a miracle happens.

"That's not fair, you can lose everything. If I had money I would help you, maybe I can get one of those jobs you go to. I can try to help out while we find my grandpa." He seems determined to help but it's not easy. Not for someone who is so clumsy when trying to help, he means well but I don't think he understands that his help won't last another day. He's leaving and I'm stuck with these problems.

"That be nice," I sigh, closing my eyes. It's up to me to solve this somehow. I'm determined to make things right for my child and I to continue living in my childhood home.

"We're here," I hear uncle say after a while. He steps out and we follow behind.

The farm is not as big or grand as I expected it to be. It had pictured something bigger and with grandeur, this was nothing but one of the better homes around the area and one of the oldest if I remember correctly.

I look at Hyungie wondering if he remembers this place or somehow knows it. There's no sign of remembrance. We step towards the from door which has the family name engraved beautifully. They definitely have money but preserve what their ancestors have made.

Someone allows us to step into the the beautifully decorated home. I'm in awe of it all, the family portraits which are on display draw my attention. I see some dated older than this town's establishment. They have a lot of history and these are the people willing to sell to us...

"Grandpa?" I hear Hyungie and I turn around to see him facing a much older man. They have the same smile and the shine in their eyes.

"TaeHyungie," the man calls him, they hug and it's a hopeful and heartfelt encounter. It feels so intimate that I turn to see uncle. I don't feel like I should invade their time together.

They start talking forgetting we are there but that's okay. It's probably been a while, since they last spoke or seen each other. This was going to take some time and I felt out of place. He no longer needs to be with me, with us. I guess this is goodbye, again. This time I'm positive about him being well and taken cared of. Also, I'm sure we'll see each other again.

"We'll leave soon," uncle Donghae promises. I hug him and remind myself that this time I have a home and people I love. I got good things coming and so does Hyungie.

Good things come for those who wait.

February 07, 2019
Thanks to the two amazing girls in the group chat. As I was showing them one of my drafts and talking about my wishes on this chapter, I found inspiration. Sorry for the long wait.