The Flowers We Saw

Gonna Be Ok

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They brought Kihoon to bed with them, but he only wanted his mother so he slept on Namjoo's right and Sehun ended up on her left side. All they did was lay quietly while Kihoon snuggled up to his mother.

Staring into the gloom counting imaginary sheep as he waited to tire. One look and Namjoo's eyes were closed. He couldn't tell if she was just relaxing. He didn't ask. Desperate for some quiet they had gone silent.

Too many things were happening again. Befalling their innocent lives of three. Some unseen forces were trying to dictate their lives again. Or maybe this was some cruel trial to see if they could withstand the sleet. But why the test when he was prepared to give Namjoo everything he had? Was their relationship not good enough?

Hadn't they suffered enough?

It killed him when he thought of Namjoo's tears. Why did she have to hurt so much? Why did her heart have to be so heavy?

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't right.

Why was this happening to them?

Shutting his eyes, he hoped that the future would bless them with sunnier days. That all these heartaches would be worth it.

When he woke up the next morning, Kihoon was surprisingly awake. Sitting beside his sleeping mother with mussed hair and blank eyes. Leading him out of the room to let Namjoo sleep in, Sehun jumped into the shower with Kihoon. By the time they were out Namjoo hadn't yet woken, so he started on breakfast. Sitting at the table obediently, Kihoon snacked on apple sauce.

"Daddy," he called out.

"Hmm?" Switching the stove on to warm up the burner he glanced at Kihoon.

"Mommy ok?" he asked.

"Mommy's ok."

"Bad guy hurt mommy," Kihoon said. Unclearly mumbling but Sehun caught water and yelling. "I scared."

"It won't happen again," Sehun promised. Walking over to touch Kihoon's head, he leaned down to his level. Lying because Kihoon needed to hear it to believe it, "Mommy's not hurt. Daddy will protect her, ok?"

"Me, too! Me, too!" Kihoon eagerly cheered.

Laughing appeased, Sehun ruffled his hair. "You, too."

No one had called him. He'd left work early yesterday. A blessing in disguise perhaps. Planning to surprise Namjoo and Kihoon by stopping in earlier than usual. This time he'd order from the menu but request that Namjoo make his food. He'd been giddy. Whistling as he drove to the restaurant. Excited for the two people that made his life more meaningful. The only ones that brightened his day.

Instead, Eunkyung had hurried over when she saw him. Keeping him near the door and speaking in a hushed voice. Detailing Doyoon's visit. His blood had churned all the way to his feet. Hands curling into fists, he asked for Namjoo. Hearing she'd taken Kihoon with her into her office and hadn't been seen since.

He was relieved when he saw her in one piece. Kihoon in her arms and sleeping soundly. Yet he was profoundly taken aback that Namjoo hadn't called him when it happened. Sehun would have dropped everything at work to go to them.

Still, Namjoo kept her feelings concealed. Always refusing to shine light on her emotions. As if she always needed to be standing tall. Rim rod straight and unmoving. By her lonesome self. Like she was punishing herself.

Was it for his sake? Her own?

Sehun never really knew. He could never tell. One look at her expression, her movements, and only taking a guess.