Wednesday - Junbob

small victories can mean just as much

"For the second year straight, Parents win!"

In this moment, Jiwon wasn't sure if he had ever felt happier and okay, he probably had been if he took Chanwoo's birth or the time the kid first spoke or walked into account but he wasn't right now. He hugged everyone in sight, screeching like mad because there was absolutely no point in being cool sometimes. He even patted Gareth's back.

"DAD!"

"Kiddoooooo," Jiwon wailed, holding his arms out and Chanwoo ran at him, jumping at him into a hug and Jiwon whirled him around before setting him back down, squeezing him tightly. "Did we do well?!"

"You did so well, Dad."

"Oh my God, Chanwoo-approval, I've got Chanwoo-approval," Jiwon sobbed, patting Chanwoo's head before pulling back, looking every which way. "Where's Junhoe? I have to scream with him too even for just five seconds!"

"Oh, he left. Donghyuk got all sleepy so he wanted to take him home as soon as possible, they only just about stayed until the end of the game."

Jiwon blinked, feeling disheartened by the disappointment settling inside him. He didn't need to be disappointed, he understood after all. "Ah."

"He wanted me to tell you bye."

"Easily the sweetest thing anyone's said to me."

"He's not much of a speaker."

"Yeah, I know."

"He does try for you, though," Chanwoo said, taking hold of Jiwon's hand before dragging him off, and Jiwon blinked at the statement. But he was caught up in the others again, teachers shaking his hands and he smiled at them, trying to stay civil even when something caught his eye. A silhouette at the end of the field leading to an exit, but not via the car park, and Jiwon wondered who was going that way. Until he started recognising the silhouette, seeing a kid on the back of a man who was holding onto his arms, the kid's sleepy face resting on his shoulder. Jiwon smiled, and sent them a silent goodbye.

As if on cue, his lips tingled. He still couldn't believe that any of that had happened tonight. The bathroom, the words, hell, even Junhoe's hand on his hip let alone anything to do with his lips, and Jiwon just knew he was going to be internally screaming for weeks on end and he wasn't that far off.

"GUESS WHAT I'VE ADDED TO MY BUCKET LIST!" Jiwon yelled, tearing through the living room to get to the microwave before it finished...microwaving, and Chanwoo called out from his room, "I'm supposed to be asleep, Dad."

Jiwon grabbed his sandwich and a tissue roll and raced to Chanwoo's room to open the door quietly and wag a finger at the kid. "And yet you're not, young mister, are you?"

Chanwoo blinked. "That's not applicable here. That's completely- just tell me the bucket list thing."

"I added 'kiss Junhoe a second time'," Jiwon said, beaming brightly as he wrapped the sandwich in tissue and Chanwoo stared at him.

"Dad, you're supposed to put things that aren't easily attainable on that list."

"I know! And it isn't! Junhoe kissed me because of alcohol and adrenaline and we're like neeeever gonna get that opportunity again and so I'm planning to guilt him into kissing me on my deathbed."

"Tell me you're kidding..."

Jiwon shook his head, sitting on the edge of Chanwoo's bed. "This was like...a massive victory. A miracle sort of thing. It doesn't seem real, I don't feel like it actually happened and I seriously think me and him will go back to normal after this so, I just wanna hold onto it in some kind of extravagant, crazy way."