CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: ACTIVATE MY HEART
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I think I’m ready won’t you come and flip the switch and activate it?
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Your POV:
It’s been five years.
Yes, five years.
I’ve been a single mom raising my beautiful kid alone with the help of Jimin of course.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t realize that my son doesn’t miss Yoongi.
There’s a picture hanging on the wall of the kitchen in the corner of me and Yoongi out in an amusement park.
That’s the only picture of Yoongi I have. The only picture I want to keep, far away from me in the corner.
To be honest I waited, waited five long years for that idiot to show up but he wouldn’t find me. I’ve changed my address and everything.
Just started afresh with my son, my world. Son Gunwoo.
I didn’t give him Yoongi’s surname because I don’t want anyone else to question him about his father not being there with him from the moment he was born.
Yoongi didn’t want him anyways.
That still pricks my heart.
Why did he fuck me raw if he didn’t want to have children from me?
I should have given up hope but there is still a flicker of light hope in me telling me he’ll come back.
But every day my silent cries answers my unanswered questions.
Where is he?
Is he even alive?
Does he know how amazing of a kid Gunwoo is?
Does he know he misses him so much?
Does he?
“Mum? Are you crying?” a tiny figure standing near the door basically illuminated by the light coming from outside asks me.
I quickly turn the other way wiping my tears and stride towards him.
“Gunwoo what are you doing out of bed honey? It’s late.” I say picking him up in my arms and taking him to his room.
“You didn’t answer my question mum.” he folds his arms across his chest making an irritated expression by squeezing his eyes and scrunching his nose a little. Just like his dad tho.
“Something got into my eye Gunwoo, this all is a dream you don’t need to worry about it okay. I never cry.”
Laying him on his bed and lying myself beside him, I try to make him go to sleep but he doesn’t even close his eyes.
“Mum, I know when you lie.” he says simply not looking at me but rather at the ceiling.
Why out of the blue is this nearly 4 year old outsmarting me? That’s not what I need now.
So I close my eyes and pretend to sleep snoring a bit to convince him that I’m asleep.
He pulls out a frame from under his bed. It was a photo of Yoongi, just him smiling in awe showing off his teeth.
I swear my heart skipped a beat.
He looks at me and I do my best to pretend.
“Jiminie gave me. On my birthday.” he pouts. “Mum why did dad leave us? Why did he leave me?” he suddenly asks catching me off guard.
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