Silver Linings || Seventeen Woozi

˚* ❀ twenty six

Third's POV

Mrs. Lee sat in her cozy living room, her fingers tapping anxiously on her phone screen as she scrolled through her call history. It had been weeks since she last heard from Jihoon, her beloved son, and the worry gnawed at her heart like a persistent ache.

She dialed his number once again, her heart pounding with anticipation as she waited for him to pick up. But once again, her call went unanswered, and she was met with the familiar sound of Jihoon's voicemail greeting.

With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Lee typed out a quick message, her fingers trembling slightly with worry.

"Jihoon, it's Mom. I've been trying to reach you for weeks now. Please, call me back when you get this. I miss you." - Mom

As she hit send, a sense of unease settled over her, the nagging feeling that something was amiss growing stronger with each passing day. Jihoon had always been a devoted son, quick to respond to her calls and eager to spend time with his family. But lately, his responses had been distant, his promises to visit met with vague excuses of being busy.

Mrs. Lee couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, that there was more to Jihoon's silence than he was letting on. But she didn't want to jump to conclusions, didn't want to burden him with her worries if they were unfounded.

And so, she waited, her heart heavy with concern as she hoped and prayed for Jihoon's well-being. For a mother's love knows no bounds, and Mrs. Lee would stop at nothing to ensure her son's happiness and safety, even if it meant facing the painful truth she feared most.

It's been weeks since the last time Jihoon called her and that was probably a month after he got married. And still, Mrs. Lee's calls to Jihoon went unanswered. Each unanswered ring reinforced her growing sense of unease, a knot of worry tightening in her chest with every passing day.

Unable to ignore her instincts any longer, Mrs. Lee decided to confide in her husband, Mr. Lee. Together, they sat in the comfort of their home, sharing their concerns and grappling with the unsettling silence that had enveloped their son's absence.

"Something isn't right, honey," Mrs. Lee confessed to Jihoon's father, her voice tinged with anxiety. "Jihoon has never been this distant before. I can't shake the feeling that he's in trouble."

Mr. Lee nodded solemnly, his own worry mirroring hers. "I've noticed it too, dear. Jihoon's always been so reliable, so attentive to his family. But lately, it's as if he's disappeared off the face of the earth."

As they talked late into the night, Mrs. Lee couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt weighing heavily on her heart. Had she missed the signs of Jihoon's distress? Had she been too quick to dismiss her concerns, hoping against hope that everything would eventually return to normal?

But deep down, she knew that something had changed, that the son she knew and loved was grappling with struggles he couldn't bear to share. And as the weight of her worry threatened to overwhelm her, Mrs. Lee vowed to do whatever it took to uncover the truth, to bring her son back to the warmth and love of his family, where he belonged.

Seokmin sat at the kitchen table, his brows furrowed in concern as he listened to his mother's worries about Jihoon. He watched her carefully, noting the lines of worry etched on her face and the sadness in her eyes.

"Mom," Seokmin began gently, reaching out to grasp her hand in reassurance, "I've noticed it too. Jihoon Hyung's been acting strange lately, and I can't shake the feeling that something's not right."

Mrs. Lee looked up at her son, gratitude shining in her eyes. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels that way, Seokmin. I just can't shake this feeling of dread, like something terrible is about to happen."