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🍃Unplanned Journey🍃

Pairing : Park Sunghoon as father, fluff🍬 _________________________________

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Chap. 6

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Sunghoon was tidying up the front counter, wiping down the shelves and checking the expiration dates of the products.

As he worked, his thoughts kept drifting to his shift at the restaurant later in the evening.

He mentally ran through the specials, wondering if he had enough stock left to cover the orders. Suddenly, the jangling of the bell above the door interrupted his thoughts,

and he looked up to find an elderly woman hobbling into the store.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Sunghoon greeted her politely, putting on his best customer service smile.

"What can I help you with today?"

The elderly woman looked up at Sunghoon with a small smile.

"Good afternoon, young man," she said, her voice weathered with age. "I just need a few things, dear."

"Of course," Sunghoon replied, stepping out from behind the counter.

"What do you need, ma'am?"

"I need some snacks for my grandchildren," she said,

"They're coming over tomorrow and they love all this junk food, can you suggest me some?."

Her voice warm and she has smile on her face as she was talking to sunghoon.

"Sure thing." Sunghoon led the elderly woman over to the snack aisle.

"Do your grandchildren have any specific favorites? Chips, candies, cookies?"

The old lady thought for a moment,

The old woman's gaze swept across the shelves of colorful packages.

"My granddaughter's loves gummy bears," she said.

"But the sour ones and.. do you have mint choco flavour icecream and chewingum?" Her voice was tinged with affection.

"We do have all of those," Sunghoon confirmed, steering her towards the correct sections.

"Here are the sour gummy bears," he said, picking up the item and put it on cart,.

"And the mint choco ice cream is over there, and we've got several options for chewing gum."

The old woman nodded in approval as Sunghoon led her around the store, picking up the items she needed.

She watched him closely, taking note of his polite demeanor and friendly face.

"You're very patient, young man," she said, her tone warm.

"Most teenagers don't have your level of patience."

Sunghoon chuckled slightly, his cheeks coloring a bit at the unexpected compliment.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said. "But really, it's no trouble. Everyone deserves to be treated with kindness, regardless of age."

The old woman chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with warmth.

"You speak like someone much older than your age," she remarked. "It's refreshing to see such maturity in a young man."

Sung-hoon smiled at the comment, feeling a pang of pride at being recognized for his maturity.

"I guess I've always been a bit more mature for my age," he admitted. "I had to grow up pretty fast."

Time Skip-

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The night air was crisp, and the streets were beginning to empty as people headed home.

Sunghoon, tired from his long shifts as

He was walking along the dimly lit street, the only light coming from the street lamps and the occasional shop window. Siwoon clung to Sunghoon's hand, his other hand clutching his worn-out penguin plushie

The soft noises of the night, like distant conversations and cars passing by, filled the air, creating a comforting background hum as they walked together.

As The street was slowly winding down for the night, the sounds of music and laughter coming from the few bars that were still open.

Despite the late hour, there were still a few people about, either heading home from work or enjoying a late night out

Sunghoon glanced down at Si-woon, who was looking a bit sleepy, his small head starting to droop.

"Are you tired, buddy?" he asked softly, gently squeezing his hand.

Siwoon gave a tiny nod, blinking up at Sunghoon with heavy eyelids.

His grip on the penguin plushie didn't loosen, though. He held onto it like it was a lifeline.

Sunghoon smiled a bit, his heart swelling with affection.

"Just a bit longer, we're almost home," he reassured Siwoon, giving his hand another squeeze.

After a few more minutes, they finally reached their small apartment building. The front door gave a familiar creak as Sunghoon pushed it open,

the faint sound of the TV from their neighbors' apartment filtered through the thin walls

Inside, the cramped one-bedroom apartment was dimly lit by a small lamp. The living room was clean but sparse,

only a small couch, a coffee table, and a worn- out rug on the floor.

Siwoon's toys were neatly stacked in one corner, and the kitchen was visible through a small archway.

Sunghoon quietly closed the door behind him and turned to Siwoon, who had perked up a bit upon seeing the familiar surroundings.

"We're home, buddy," he said softly, gently coaxing him to let go of his penguin plushie so he could take off his small shoes.

Si-woon reluctantly released his penguin, his small hands coming up to rub at his eyes. He was clearly exhausted, his usual energetic demeanor all but gone

Sunghoon knelt down in front of his son, his heart aching at the sight of his tired child.

"You're exhausted, huh?" he asked softly, brushing a gentle hand through Si-woon's messy hair.

Siwoon nodded, his small body swaying with exhaustion.

He clumsily reached out to Sunghoon, his arms stretching out in a silent request to be picked up.

Sunghoon obliged, lifting Siwoon up into his arms with ease.

The boy's small body molded against him, his head falling against his shoulder as he snuggled in, his eyes half-closed.

Sunghoon held him close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Let's get you to bed," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle. He carried Siwoon into the small bedroom, the room was lit up by a small night light in the corner.

He laid Siwoon down on the small twin-sized bed, pulling the covers up to his chest.

He then sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand continuing to brush gentle strokes across Siwoon's hair, his thumb gently rubbing his forehead.

his eyes already fluttering closed as he curled onto his side, clutching his penguin plushie close to his heart.

Siwoon's eyelids fluttered open fighting against the pull of sleep.

He looked up at his father, his small hand reaching out to grab the front of Sunghoon's shirt, clutching it tightly

Sunghoon smiled down at him, his tired eyes filled with love. "I'm here,"

he reassured him quietly. "You can go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

he whispered, continuing to soothe him. He gently pried Siwoon's fingers off his shirt, carefully folding his small hand back under the covers

Siwoon's eyes finally closed, his grip loosening as he gave in to the pull of sleep.

His small chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his mouth slightly open in a peaceful, exhausted sleep.

Sunghoon watched him for a few more moments, as watched his son asleep, his eyes tracing over the small boy's face, taking in his every feature.

Siwoon looked so tiny and vulnerable in his sleep, his breath coming out in soft little puffs

He stayed seated on the edge of the bed, his hand still brushing gently through Si-woon's hair, as he watched his son sleep.

his gaze soft and affectionate. He reached out to straighten the covers, then gently pressed a kiss to the top of Siwoon's head.

he stood up quietly, his movements slow and measured to not disturb the sleeping boy. Siwoon was still fast asleep, clutching his penguin plushie tightly.

He looked back to Siwoon one more time, his heart clenching in his chest.

The boy was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the weight the world sat on his father's shoulders.

He then carefully left the room, leaving the door open a crack so he could hear if Si-woon woke up.

He let out a weary sigh as he walked into the living room, the weight of the day finally catching up to him.

He plopped down onto the couch, the worn-out cushions sinking beneath his weight. He leaned back,

his head resting against the back of the couch, and closed his eyes, the exhaustion of the day starting to hit him.

He could feel his muscles aching under his clothes, a subtle reminder of the double-shifts he's been working lately.

He knew he should probably get some sleep, but his mind was still racing with thoughts of work, bills, and the never-ending challenges of being a single dad.

After a few moments of stillness, he opened his eyes and took out his wallet, fishing out the crumpled bills he had earned from his two shifts. He counted them, his eyes taking in the pitiful sum. Even putting in all those extra hours, he was still barely making ends meet.

He sighed again, the weight of his financial struggles pressing down on him like a heavy boulder.

He folded the money back up and tucked it back into his wallet, silently adding it to the growing list of worries.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second echoing in the quiet living room. Sunghoon sat there in silence for a long while, his mind swimming with thoughts and worries.

The sound of the clock was almost deafening in the quiet, the only other sound coming from the soft hum of the fridge in the kitchen.

He looked over at the small kitchen, the only real food currently in the fridge were a few apples and some leftover rice from the night before.

He knew he needed to get groceries soon, but he also knew it would be a struggle to make it to the end of the week with the budget he had.

He was about to get up and pour himself a glass of water when he heard a soft shuffling sound coming from the bedroom. He immediately paused,

As soon as Sunghoon walked into the room, he saw Siwoon tossing and turning in his bed,

small whimpers and unintelligible words falling from his lips. The boy was clearly having a nightmare.

Sunghoon quickly made his way over to the bed, his heart aching at the sight of his son distressed in his sleep.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, gently shaking Siwoon's shoulder. "Siwoon," he said quietly, his voice laced with concern.

"Wake up, buddy. You're dreaming."

Siwoon's small face contorted in distress, his eyes still firmly closed.

"Don't leave...Papa..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

He felt his heart clench in his chest at the thought of his son dreaming about him leaving.

"I'm not going anywhere," he reassured him softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Siwoon's back.

"Papa's right here, it's just a bad dream."

But Siwoon didn't seem to hear him, his distress only increasing.

He tossed and turned in the bed, small whimpers and mumbled pleas falling from his lips.

"Don't leave... please... don't leave again..."

Sunghoon felt a stab of pain in his heart. Again. The word echoed in his head, fueling his guilt.

He gently shook Siwoon's shoulder again, his voice growing more urgent.

"Siwoon, wake up. You're dreaming, it's just a dream," he repeated, desperately trying to reach his son through his nightmare.

Siwoon's eyes suddenly snapped open, his small body jolting upright in the bed. He looked around frantically, his eyes wide and frightened.

When he finally spotted Sunghoon, sitting on the edge of the bed, a sob escaped his lips.

"Papa," he whimpered, his small hands reaching out towards him.

Sunghoon wasted no time in scooping him up into his arms, holding him close against his chest. Siwoon clung to him tightly, his small body trembling with the aftermath of the nightmare.

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay," Sunghoon whispered, rubbing soothing circles on Siwoon's back.

He could feel the boy's heart racing against his own chest, the panicked heartbeat slowly calming down with each passing second.

He sat there, holding Siwoon against him, his own heart heavy with the weight of his guilt.

He knew what his son's nightmare was about, and the realization only amplified the guilt he carried with him every day.

"It was just a dream. Papa's here, I'm not leaving," he repeated in a soft, comforting whisper.

Siwoon's small hands gripped tightly at the front of Sunghoon's shirt, like a lifeline.

He buried his face against his father's chest, his tears dampening the fabric. Sunghoon held him close, his own eyes welling up at the sight of his son's distress.

He continued to rub soothing circles on his back, his hand gently stroking the boy's hair as he whispered reassurances.

"It's okay, buddy. Everything's okay. Papa's here, I promise."

They sat like that for a long moment, the silence only broken by the sound of Siwoon's small sobs.

Sunghoon held him close, murmuring comfort in his ear, his heart aching with each hitch in his son's breathing.

After a while, Siwoon's sobs subsided, his body growing heavy with exhaustion.

His small fists slowly let go of Sunghoon's shirt, his head resting limply against his father's chest.

Sung-hoon gently pulled back to look at his son.

Siwoon's face was tear-streaked, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He looked utterly exhausted, his body sagging against Sunghoon's chest.

"You're alright," Sunghoon whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Siwoon's head.

"It was just a dream. Papa's here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Siwoon mumbled something unintelligible against his chest, nuzzling his face further into his shirt.

His eyes were slowly drooping closed again, the exhaustion of the nightmare and the emotional release taking its toll

Sunghoon noticed the change in his son's breathing, the deep, even breaths signaling that he had finally fallen asleep again.

Carefully, he laid Siwoon back down on the bed, his hand gently stroking his hair

As Siwoon settled back into sleep, Sunghoon stayed there for a few moments, watching his son's face.

The fear and distress of the nightmare were replaced now with the peaceful, innocent look of a child in deep sleep.

He continued to stroke Siwoon's hair, his touch gentle and loving, .

trying not to wake the child. He tucked the covers around Siwoon's small frame, making sure he was properly tucked in and wouldn't get cold during the night

As Sunghoon sank back down on the edge of the bed, his hand resuming its gentle stroking motions through Siwoon's hair.

He watched as his son slept peacefully, his small chest rising and falling steadily with each breath.

He sat there quietly, his mind replaying the earlier scene of the look of fear on his son's face. His heart ached,

he don't know why siwoon always have the same nightmare of him leaving siwoon it squeeze his heart too much seeing his son's eye filled with tear & fear for him, the fear Of his father leaving him, how he plea in sleep how he tremble.

He continued stroking Siwoon's hair, his fingers tracing the soft strands, a soothing repetitive motion.

"Don't worry little men, no matter what is this nightmare about! I won't let that nightmare to be real in your life."

" no matter what happens.. and what comes next.. your papa is always with you I promise." he said,

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The first rays of sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, casting a soft, warm glow over the room.

Siwoon stirred in his bed, his small body shifting under the covers.

He slowly opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings.

Siwoon turned his head slightly, his eyes settling on the figure on the edge of his bed.

His father, Sunghoon, was slumped over, his upper body resting against the bed. He was fast asleep, one hand still on Siwoon's hair.

Siwoon silently shifted in bed, sliding his small body closer to his father. He looked at him for a moment, taking in his father's peaceful, albeit uncomfortable, sleeping position.

He knew from his own experience and from what his father had told him that sleeping in such positions could make the some body parts hurt.

With great effort, Siwoon managed to pull the blanket up to his father's shoulders, tucking it around him gently.

As he adjusted the blanket, he looked up at his father's sleeping face.

Sunghoon looked so worn-out, his face weary even in sleep. His heart ached at the sight of his father like this, knowing the constant struggles and pressures he's been under,

even tho siwoon is half 5 year old kid he is bit mature in his ownself than other kids, who just understand his father's struggle pains sometimes he can feel it his heart ache squeez,

maybe that is what called connection of blood ? Or maybe he just understand what the people around them says or talk to him, about his father? & him, he felt hurt and that where he earned that knowledge.?

Once done tucking his father in, Siwoon sat on the bed for a few more moments, just staring at his sleeping father He wanted so badly to take some of his struggle away, to ease his father's pain. But he was just a child, and there was only so much he could do.

After a few more minutes, he slowly edged off the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements that might disturb his father's sleep.

He padded silently towards the door, clutching his penguin plushy in ome arm, turning back to look at his father one last time before quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

Once in the living room, he glanced around the small room, a little balcony over there and a small kitchen at the doorway side,

the room with an couch small coffee table, was quiet in the early morning light, the only sounds coming from the slight hustle of the city outside. He turned to the kitchen, his stomach grumbling a little.

He walked over to the kitchen, his small bare feet making no sound on the cold floor.

He opened the fridge, the light from inside casting a cold glow on his face.

There was a small tupperware of leftover rice, a couple of apples, and a nearly empty carton of eggs.

His stomach growled again., & he was too hungry to care.

He reached up to the top shelf of the fridge, stretching as far as his little arms would allow, and grabbed one of the apples.

He hopped down from the stool he was standing on and took a big bite out of the apple.

The cold crisp, sweet taste filled his mouth, instantly making his stomach feel a bit better.

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, taking large bites of the apple as he looked around him.

The kitchen was small and modest, the countertops a bit worn with age.

But it was functional, and it was home. He looked over at the small dining table in the corner, the only other furniture in the kitchen aside from the fridge, stove, and sink.

He took another big bite of his apple, the crunch seeming oddly out of place in the quiet of the morning.

He looked around the kitchen again, his eyes falling on the stove.

He knew his father would need to start getting ready soon to go to work again.

The convenience store was warm and bright, the hum of the air conditioning blending with the soft music coming from the overhead speaker.

It was a slow afternoon, the stream of customers coming in and out of the store was sparse but steady

The small bell on the door of the convenience store chimed as it opened, letting in a gust of cool air.

A few customers milled around the narrow aisles, browsing the shelves and chatting with each other.

Siwoon sat in a corner, he was clinging tightly to his favorite plushy, a cute penguin with a blue-patterned scarf around its neck.

He had his back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him, the tip of his feet not quite touching the floor, he watched as his father working he was superb busy today.

Today Sunghoon wasn't working behind the cash counter, but restocking shelves.,

taking the boxes, cartons inside from the truck outside he was too busy today barely even has the time to breath, today their boss is here working on cash counter,

Sunghoon was moving back and forth, carrying heavy boxes and restocking the shelves with drinks and instant ramen. His face was a sheen of sweat, his breathing was coming out in labored gasps.

The boss was keeping a close eye on the other 4 staffs & on him, barking orders to keep the store running smoothly

From time to time, Sunghoon would glance over at Siwoon, who was sitting quietly in the corner,

his attention on his penguin plush. The sight of his son brought a small, sad smile to Sunghoon's face, but it quickly vanished as he was shouted at by the boss to hurry up.

The afternoon rush was on, and the store was bustling with activity.

Customers came in and out, grabbing essentials before heading back to their offices.

Sunghoon continued to restock the shelves, his muscles aching from the constant lifting and bending.

"Hurry it up, everyone We have a lot to finish before closing," the boss barked from the cash register.

Sunghoon gritted his teeth, his hands grabbing another heavy box of instant ramen packs.

He forced himself to keep going, his body protesting with every move. He knew he had to keep up the pace,

Sunghoon huffed, stacking up more boxes of instant noodles on the shelf.

His body was screaming for a break, but he didn't dare to stop. Not with the boss around and watching his every move

He glanced over at Siwoon again, his heart clenching at the sight of his son's small form sitting in the corner.

He knew Siwoons is probably hungry and bored, by now its 01:19 pm at clock,

but he couldn't do anything about it right now. He had to finish the work first, and then if there was even time, he would take a small break to get him something to eat.

He knew he had to keep going, for Siwoon's sake.

As Sunghoon was restocking the shelves, he passed by the corner where Siwoon was sitting.

He quickly knelt down, pretending to arrange some bags of chips on the lower shelf.

"Hey Buddy," he said quietly, keeping his voice down so the boss wouldn't hear him.

"Why don't you eat some biscuits from bag hm?" He kept the best of his smiley face, & as much as cheerful cool expression in his voice he could infornt of his son,

He pointed subtly towards Siwoon's small backpack, beside siwoon the biscuit packet peaking out of the open zipper, Siwoon nodded silently, & also gave him the smile face as his father was giving.

Siwoon nodded silently, pretending he was okay. In reality, he was starting to feel a bit hungry.

As Siwoon silently sat there, waiting for his father to move away, cz the biscuits he is talking about, were already finished many days ago.

That He hadn't told his father about it yet, knowing that his father was already busy, tired with work and expenses. he didn't want to add to his worries more

Siwoon sat quietly, his small hands gripped tightly around his penguin plushy.

While his father continued to work, Siwoon remained silent and motionless in the corner, watching him go back and forth.

He knew he would soon be asked if he had eaten anything, and he had already decided to lie and say that he had. He didn't want to burden his father more,

Besides, he could deal with a little hunger. It was nothing compared to the exhaustion on his father's face.

As Sunghoon finished restocking the shelf and moved away, Siwoon pretended to rummage through his bag as if he was eating something, just in case his father looked back

All the while, he felt a pang of guilt for not being honest with his father even tho he promised him, but he pushed the feeling aside.

He knew his father had enough on his plate without worrying about snacks too. The soft growl of his stomach was a reminder of his own hunger, but he ignored

"Okay everyone great work! For today"

the boss said little clapping his hand "since its lunch time already.. lets take a break & today's lunch is from me guys"

The boss' voice echoed through the store, announcing the lunch break. Everyone in the store cheered a little, thankful for the break and the free lunch.

Sunghoon, too, felt his mood slightly lifted, the prospect of a lunch break was like a small relief after hours of relentless work.

"Just don't take too long," the boss added, a slight warning tone in his voice, "we have to finish the restocking by closing." With that,

he turned and walked towards the back office, probably to get the food he had ordered.

The other employees started chattering amongst themselves, some heading outside for a quick smoke,

others stretching their aching bodies. Sunghoon glanced over at Siwoon who was still sitting in the corner, playing quietly with his penguin plushy.

He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Si-woon hadn't eaten anything. He sighed and walked over to him, crouching down next to him. He reached out and ruffled his hair affectionately

"Buddy! Have you eaten the biscuits?" Sunghoon asked,

Siwoon swallowed, his small fingers fidgeting with the penguin plush’s soft fur. He could feel his father's expectant gaze on him, waiting for an answer.

The lie he had prepared earlier was on the tip of his tongue, ready to be uttered.

But as he looked up into his father's tired yet kind eyes, he found himself faltering. His heart ached with guilt.

He loved his father, and the last thing he wanted to do was lie to him.

However, the thought of worrying his father further, or worse, making him feel worse because Siwoon was hungry, made him hold his tongue.

He swallowed again, forcing a small nod of confirmation, "yes did appa.." he muttered softly, unable to meet his father's gaze.

He fidgeted some more with the penguin plush, the lie he just told making his stomach churn uncomfortably.

Sunghoon studied Siwoon's face for a moment, his eyes searching for any signs of untruthfulness.

But siwoon's gaze was averted, and aside from the slight hunch of his shoulders, he gave no indication that he was lying

noticing Siwoon's discomfort and the way he was avoiding eye contact.

Instinctively, he knew something was off. He gently placed his large hand on the boy's little shoulder.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, his voice soft but probing.

He looked down at the half open backpack beside, the biscuit packet visible from where it was tucked away.

He hated pressing Siwoon like this, but he also knew when his son was lying.

Maybe it was a father's sixth sense, but he could tell that Siwoon hadn't eaten.

"Buddy, you can tell me," he encouraged, keeping his voice low and reassuring.

"Did you really eat the biscuits?" He gave the boy's shoulder a gentle squeeze, hoping to coax the truth out.

He waited, giving Si-woon time to respond.

He could see the conflict in the child's eyes, the internal struggle between telling the truth and continuing the lie.

"Hey park Sunghoon are you gonna come here and eat?!! Or not! The food is getting cold" his boss screamed.

Sunghoon looked up, startled by his boss’s sudden booming voice.

He had been so caught up in the moment with Siwoon, he had almost forgotten about the lunch break.

"Yeah, I’m coming!" he called back, his voice slightly agitated. He gave Siwoon a small, reassuring smile. Before standing up.

"How about some lunch, buddy?" he asked,

trying to keep his voice light. He smiled warmly at Siwoon. And grabbed his hand walking toward office room.

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_______________TO BE CONTINUED

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