𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲 ☾︎ binwoo

C H P - 27

Just these memories would have to do.

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-6 Days Remaining-
-Movies At Home-

What is the multiverse?

Essentially, it is the concept of there being numerous universes made up completely of never ending possibilities. If this was something that truly existed, it would mean the world Moonbin lived in was only one of the many that could be thriving out there, or maybe one of the many taking its last breath at the exact second he decided to take his first.

Then again, nobody really knew, and despite not being able to wrap his mind around the idea completely, it was still something the pinkette ended up pondering quite a bit. It made him doubt his place in the world, and it also made him wonder: what if out there in every other universe, Dongmin and him were together? What if the reason they couldn't be happy was because this was the one universe where they weren't meant to meet, and fate simply slipped up and allowed Moonbin to find the one person who justified his happiness in every other painless timeline? What if this was the only universe out of all the others where they weren't made for each other?

The thought alone scared him.

He sighed silently, shaking his head. There was no way he was going to allow such horrid thoughts to resurface and ruin what could be their last happy day together. Or at least, he wasn't planning on letting it ruin his day, but the situation only became heartwrenchingly helpless when all the questions that once circled his mind rushed back to him.

His high spirits fell.

Why was today the day that he had to be drowned with sorrow filled thoughts?

"Moonbin?"

The pinkette just about jumped ten feet high at the sound, almost dropping the large bowl in his hands. He gulped and turned around, plastering a fake smile on his face, one that he had put up an awful lot in the last few years.

The voice that sounded in his ears was not the least bit foreign; it was one he could recognize anywhere.

It was the voice of the very man who planned to ruin his life.

"Hi, Dad," he said, although it came out as more of a question than a firm greeting. "Why are you here? Don't you--"

"I'm here to pick up your mother," the tall man interrupted smoothly, as if he spent day after day interjecting his own words into other people's sentences. Coming from a lawyer, however, Moonbin wouldn't expect any different. "I'm going to take her back to America with me, where we will set things up with our investor."

The pinkette's eyebrows creased. "'Investor?'" he mocked, hands gripping onto the glass bowl tightly. His frown deepened, and anyone that happened to glance at him would know instantly that he was angry. "You're really calling this whole thing an 'investment'? What about the rest of my life, huh? You're throwing it away for a bullshit situation you feel the need to label it as an 'investment'?"

There was a pause before the man answered with a confident, "Yes."

Moonbin scoffed. It was in this moment that he was reminded of why he had stopped talking to his father so long ago. His grip loosened on the object in his hands, attempting to control his sudden irritation. He was sure, though, that if they looked each other in the face any longer, he would lash out, and today was not the day to be starting arguments, not when he had the love of his life sleeping soundly upstairs. Acknowledging this, he opted to leave the room, avoiding his father's shoulder as he moved past him.