jiyong.
Jiyong was usually nothing but a cool and collected guy, he had to be with the job he had, but in this situation even though he may look it from the outside he was quite the opposite on the inside. How could he possibly be calm and collected stuck in an elevator with his first love? The thought if the girl always bringing him intense guilt and regret every time he seen something that reminded him of her, or thought he saw her but really it was someone else. Everything happened years ago but despite being in Seoul or working on a drama or movie, he still often thought about her… their baby and just how stupid he had been. Jiyong tried his phone, hoping that he could call a friend and get then to inform someone that they were stuck but a curse word fell from his lips as he noticed he had no service in the giant metal box they were in. His jaw clenched as he heard her direct words to him. A voice that once spoke to him so softly and so lovingly couldn’t but found…. but that was understandable. “Yeah.. I’ve moved back..” He sighed and hesitantly looked her way. He thought she was beautiful when they were teenagers but as he took in her appearance now he didn’t know how it was possible but to him her beauty seemed to only increase in the time they’ve been apart. “You uh… you look good, I hope you’ve been doing good as well?” He figured if they were going to be stuck in here he might as well ask her the few questions he had, “ how…” He pauses, unable to think of the right word to call their baby who had to not be a baby anymore. “How is.. how is the..child?” He decided on. He didn’t know it’s name, didn’t know it gender, he didn’t know a thing about anything that has happen in the last 4 years but he didn’t see any harm in trying to figure it out.
IT SEEMED THERE WAS NO getting out of there anytime soon. besides the alarm button doing nothing, her phone had run out of battery half an hour before and if his curse was anything to go by his phone wasn’t getting any signal either. she hated the fact that deep down she knew she had missed him, she had desperately wanted to see him again the first few months after their break up despite how things had transpired between them. once their son had been born, minha had briefly contemplated looking for him so he could meet the child but what good would that have done? after jiyong had rejected to be in her and the baby’s life many months ago. “i’m doing good now, jinhae has been a great change.” her tone had evened out, she had never been a person to raise her voice or yell. even when they fought as teenagers she rarely screamed, if anything she’d start crying while demanding answers from him which would result on them making up by the end of it. but now wasn’t like in the past. her jaw clenched at the question, a flood of emotions swarming her as tears prickled at her eyes. she had avoided as much as possible thinking about their baby, ignored it each time someone that knew about it asked. her own family had learned not to mention it in front of her, but she was aware that they wanted to talk about it so badly. her voice remained ice cold, brown eyes devoid of any affection they used to hold whenever jiyong was there. “you’re four years late to ask about him.” truthfully, she had no way of knowing how their son was doing; she had chosen an open adoption so if in the future he wanted to meet his parents he could do so, but until the kid was eighteen there was nothing she could do. she was no longer his mother.
