Military Leave (5/5)
Author’s note: I am really excited and nervous to get this part posted. I am curios on what you all think about it/ wold react to it. Thank you so much for enjoying this small series so far. I was really nervous about posting this to being with for many reason, but I had a few really nice comments from many of you. <3
Word Count: 1443
WARNING: This does slightly mention his drug scandal and overdose along with some dark thoughts associated with it.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue
TOP POV
He studied y/n as she cleaned his art. He was noticing how different she was since they last had interacted. Today she was this mix of nerves and frustration. He sensed it the second she stepped in his home. Right now he was picking up on her shaky hand as she dusted away, her tense posture, the slight shaking of her head as if she was arguing with herself. All of this was so unlike her, at least from what he remembered.
The way she was talking was out of the norm as well. She was never one to be so blunt, so defensive.
He continued to watch her, slightly worried that she might ruin his art, but also to see what else was weird about her.
He replayed the small conversation they just had. He was still so taken aback about the whole thing. He analyzed every rise in her tone, every word she said, her facial expressions as she said them. He didn’t know why he was doing this, but he was just so fixated on the fact that it seemed like she was hiding something or she did something that she wasn’t supposed to or that she was guilty of something, there was just something going on, and it was driving him crazy.
Suddenly it hit him. It struck his mind like lightning. Everything connected and it all seemed like it made sense. The realization that came to him was one he didn’t like, but there didn’t seem to be any other thing that made sense.
That’s when he saw her coming his way. He knew he had to confront her about it. If not, it was going to eat away at him until he knew the truth. In the words of his therapist “There is nothing better than talking it out”. And that was he was going to do no matter what,.
Without a second thought he threw his arm out, preventing y/n from leaving the room. “Y/n, exactly how old is your son again?” the words shot out of his mouth
She jumped back at his sudden movement “What?!?” she asked in a slight panic, so freaked out by his actions
“How old is your son?’ he repeated.
She looked at him with furrowed brows “Why? I already told you.”
“So tell me again” he came off as childish but he didn’t care
“No!”
‘Why wont you tell me?”
“Because!” she raised her voice at him “You know what? This is crossing the line Seunghyun.’
“I thought you said we crossed the line three years ago. Just tell me” he demanded once more with authority
“No!”
“What month was he born?”
“What the fuck is this?!?” she asked suddenly
He had to admit, he was completely thrown off by her language, and for a second it shut him up.
“You know what? I’m leaving!” she declared.
She pushed his arm out of the way and marched down the hall in a rage.
He quickly followed her. He had to do a small jog just to catch up to her in the living room. She was already shoving her gloves in her bag and gathering her sprays. “Why won’t you tell me?”
“Because that’s a creepy thing to ask!” was her excuse “Don’t bother requesting me again!” she spat at him and she bent down to carry her large bag of supplies.
“He’s mine isn’t he?” he took his last chance to ask what attacked his thoughts.
She froze.
He held his breath as he waited for her to respond.
She set her things back down and stood up straight. She didn’t look angry anymore. Now she looked anxious again, but she was trying to cover it up. He could see how tense her neck was, her eyes avoiding him, her arms crossing in front of her chest. “What makes you think that?”
“I’m not stupid. Your son is barely two and I left three years ago. It doesn’t take a genius to put those numbers together.” He said as he moved up to her. “Now, I am not completely sure you actually have a son, whether you do or don’t, what are you trying to get out of me?” As he just said, he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to believe what people wanted him to. He knew how manipulative and conniving people can be. That last thing he was going to do was let someone hurt again
Her face cringed. “What am I trying to get out of you?!? I’m not trying to get anything from you! I didn’t even tell you about him!”
“So I was right? He is mine”
She froze again. There was panic in her eyes. She knew she was caught. “Yes, but I had no intention of telling you about him, and most definitely no intention about getting anything from you.”
“Oh please, you didn’t even try to lie about having a kid! If you really didn’t want me to know, you would have went along with my wrong assumptions. You wanted me to figure this out! You wanted me to know about him because you want something from me! Everyone always wants something.” He spat. “What were you going to do, threaten to go to the tabloids about this for money? Did you just want to get your name out there for some 15 minutes of fame? Did you want to just drag my name through the mud, make me look like deadbeat dad on top of my “drug use”?!?”
“No! I don’t want anything from you! Why would I? I have worked my ass off for myself and for my son all by myself! I don’t need you! I have dealt with so much shit as a single mom, i’m over worked, set as an outcast, I have gone to the end and back to maintain my life alright! Why do I need anything from you?!?”
“For those exact reasons! Now that I am back you can just try to mooch off me! You were just waiting for the right moment weren’t you! That’s why you never told me about him!”
“No!” She shouted back. “I would never do that!”
“Then why did you never tell me?!?”
“Because how could I?!?” she glared back at him with watery eyes. “You left! We were nothing to each other. I was – I am just your cleaning lady. When you left the first time there wasn’t a way to get ahold of you. Even if we did mean anything to one another, I couldn’t call you when you were in your service!”
“Yeah, but I was back during my rest!”
“Exactly, during your rest. And why did you even need a rest in the first place? Because you had to go to the hospital for an overdose that you had after you were exposed for doing pot with some skank. Seunghyun, we all thought you were going to die! Who was I to demand to speak to you in your critical condition? Who was I to get ahold of you when you were supposed to be recovering? Who was I to expose my child as your son and put you through the scandalous turmoil all over again? I wasn’t going to put you through that and I am definitely not going to put my son through that!”
“He’s my son too and I had a right to know I even had a son!”
She stayed quiet for a long moment. “... You did… but there was never a right time.”
She had a point, even though he wasn’t happy to admit that.
They were both quiet now. Neither one of them knew what to say
Top only stared at her. He made it through one obstacle, getting her to admit her son was his, but now he had to really know if there was actually a kid. He was still doubting everything, not entirely sure if she was telling the truth. For all he knew there was no kid and if there was, it probably wasn’t his, just a coincidence that the months lined up. “…Let me see him.”
“What?”
“How do I really know you even have a son? Why should I believe you when you say he is actually mine? You could still be lying.”
She shook her head at him, mumbling under her breath. He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but he knew it wasn’t anything nice. “...You want some proof?” she reached her hand to her back pocket and pulled out her phone. With a few touches to her screen, she went up to him and shoved the screen in his face.
He took a step back, unable to make out what he was seeing. But then there he was. there was no denying that face. The ears, the lips, the eyebrows, those were all straight from him. It was like looking at one of his own baby pictures. The little boy on the screen was a clone of him, the only difference was that he had y/n’s skin tone.
“…Wh-what’s his name.” he asked, his eyes mesmerized by the image.
“_________”
-Admin Boat
