Little taste of heaven (pt 2/3)
genre: single parent!taeyong au, kindergarten teacher!y/n (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort elements?)
pairing/s: Taeyong / Reader, Johnny / OC, (ft baekhyun n other nct members)
word count: 22k
tw: drinking, slight age gap (5 years), mentions of sex but NO SMUT, might get a bit heavy at some points
a/n: anyway this is part 2!! i'm splitting the part 2 into 2 parts since it got longer than i expected so there WILL be a part 3 that im still editing but it'll hopefully get uploaded!! so pls look forward to that too :D nobody asked but this series was inspired by taylor swift's version of 'untouchable' and this part (2&3) were inspired by na tae joo's poem 'i want to give you my most beautiful thoughts' so yes! happy reading everyone~~ do lmk what your thoughts/feelings are~~ i love reading them~~
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“Baby, I think just 2 would be enough,” Taeyong murmured, scanning through the grocery list on his phone.
“So two packets of milk?”
“Uh-huh, carry them one at a time, please, they’re heavy. And that’s a carton, not a packet,” he told her sweetly.
Byul nodded seriously, focused on her task as she inspected the array of milk in front of her and tried to spot whichever brand she remembered seeing at home.
Taeyong, on the other hand, had fished his phone out from his pocket, not noticing the smile that had appeared on his face as he read your text message.
11:21pm - I’ll be reaching soon, do I meet you guys at the supermarket? -
taeyong
11:21pm -yes please, we’re almost done shopping, just a few more stuff left-
You felt a giddy kind of excitement fill you, almost forgetting about how tired you were, the only thought on your mind being how you couldn’t wait to see Byul and Taeyong.
Walking into the supermarket, you’d adjusted your bag on your shoulder, enjoying the cold mist coming from the coolers you walked past, looking around for any sign of Taeyong and Byul.
It seemed that Taeyong had spotted you first, waving at you from where he stood at the aisle with all sorts of toiletries and household cleaning items. Straightening out your clothes, you’d waved back, Byul looking up from the shopping list she was holding and absolutely lighting up at the sight of you, running over to you and meeting you halfway, her arms wrapping around your thighs and squeezing tightly.
“Good morning,” her chin pressed against you as she looked up at you, her eyes practically sparkling as she’d smiled at you.
“Morning, Byul! Did daddy do your hair today?” you cooed, the energy in your voice making Taeyong wonder how you seemed as though you didn’t just finish a morning shift of work on a Saturday while he barely found it in him to get out of bed before 10 am that morning.
“No, I did it myself! Do you like it?” Byul had shook her head, only making the rubber band around her hair fall even more, her messy hair making you grin.
“Yes, I like it very much,” you told her, noticing how Taeyong had made his way next to you, quietly removing your bag from your shoulders to hang it on the little hook on your trolley, the gesture making you smile, thanking him with a small nod.
You’d taken over the duty of pushing the trolley, Byul standing on the little platform at the bottom of the trolley, holding tightly onto the handle as you steered it around.
Walking in front of the trolley, Taeyong used a hand to steady it when you found it difficult to steer with how heavy the trolley felt. Almost passing the canned items aisle when you saw one of the shop clerks with samples of a new drink they were selling.
“Want one?” Taeyong asked without bothering to read into the product (you realised he loved anything that looked like it promised sweetness), earning a nod from you, letting him chat with the supermarket worker as you let Byul try a small sip of the drink, careful not to give her too much. You didn’t think it was that catered to children judging from the poster.
“Does she like it?” the woman had asked. She looked nice, her tone was gentle and her eyes were filled with adoration as she looked upon you and Byul.
Taeyong’s eyebrows lifted, turning to see what the woman was looking at, the sight of Byul trying to get the remnants of the drink from the cup into her mouth eliciting a laugh from him, “Oh, yeah, definitely.”
“That’s lovely, then! You could get a packet for her, We’re having a promotion for this for mother’s day.”
Taeyong’s actions halted, his gaze lifting from his empty cup as he looked at the woman in shock.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“For your wife, dear. Your daughter can drink it too, but probably not too much at a time, the benefits are more catered to adults.”
Taeyong had glanced at you cautiously, unsure how to react now that he knew you hadn’t heard what the woman said. His wife? He was almost embarrassed to admit how much he loved the sound of that.
“Oh, oh,” Taeyong sputtered, disposing of the little paper cup as he nodded, “Oh, uh… yeah I’d love to get one, maybe we’ll get the rest of our groceries first.”
You were busy fixing Byul’s hair, running your fingers through it and tying it how she requested, finished by the time Taeyong was done talking to the woman.
Taeyong cast another glance your way, gesturing his head to signal that you could move to the next section now, bidding goodbye to the woman before leaving.
“She seemed nice, what were you guys talking about?” You asked, earning a huff of laughter from Taeyong, almost seeming shy for some reason.
“Oh, no, nothing. She was just talking about the promotion they were having for that drink.”
“It’s very yummy,” Byul held a thumbs up, her other hand enjoying the feeling of the little ponytail you’d managed to tie in her short cropped hair, making you laugh.
“Sorry, Byul, that drink is more for adults. You can drink it when you grow older,” he explained, eliciting a laugh from you and a very disdained look from Byul.
“Okay,” she huffed, “Teacher Y/N, where’s the grocery list?”
“It’s in your pocket, Byul. Can you help us check what’s next on the list, please?”
Byul let out a burst of giggles, using her palm to smack her forehead lightly.
“Silly,” she said to herself, fishing out the (now very crumpled) grocery list from her shirt pocket, her eyebrows furrowing as she went through the items on the list one by one with her finger, glancing between the list and the trolley as she went on.
“Can you help me?” she used her head to nudge your stomach gently, her hands full with grabbing the list.
“Okay, okay. You name the item and I’ll tell you if it’s in the trolley or not.”
“Cereal?”
“Check.”
“De...Deten..” Byul huffed, shoving the list closer to your face, her annoyed demeanour managing to draw a smile from you.
“Detergent,” you spoke clearly, enunciating slowly so that she would be able to sound out the word on her own.
“Detergent,” she repeated, earning a nod from you, the proud smile on her face making Taeyong’s eyebrows lift, his gaze nothing but filled with adoration for Byul.
“Check.”
You continued down the list, Taeyong letting you entertain her as he steered the trolley towards the self-checkout cashier. You hadn’t even finished going through the list, but at the sight of the cashier, Byul had forgotten all about the list, jumping off of the little platform on the trolley and rushing over to help Taeyong scan the items.
“You haven’t eaten yet, right?” Taeyong turned to you to ask, earning a shake of the head.
Taeyong sighed, almost looking as if he were talking to Byul, “You should really bring snacks to work, or something. I still don’t get how you’re surviving without any breakfast.”
You scoffed, “Says you,” you helped to pass the last of the grocery items to Byul, who scanned it happily, shoving the handheld scanner back into its holder.
“What do you feel like eating?” You asked, earning a small ‘anything’ from Byul.
Not without a little giggle at Byul’s comment, Taeyong straightened up from bagging the items, holding two of the recycled bags in his arms and letting Byul carry a special medium sized one with just the cereal boxes inside.
Slinging your bag around your shoulder, you’d taken one of the bags from Taeyong.
“I was thinking of getting a few dishes from the Chinese food place upstairs, since it’s on the way. It’s been a while since we ate there, anyway.”
You grinned, comforted at the thought of lunch as you made your way to the Chinese food restaurant.
There were no words to describe it, how normal it was for the three of you to be carrying out this routine on a Saturday morning. How normal it felt to you, as if you were a kid again tagging along with your parents to do groceries.
To anyone else, you looked like a normal happy family. That was what Taeyong was realising too, noticing how natural it was for you to look out for Byul before yourself. From making sure she was buckled in in the car, to whether she was alright carrying the groceries, to fixing her hair when it was getting all over her face. Maybe it came from your time teaching, but whatever it was, Taeyong knew it came from you, and it only made his heart swell with more love for you.
Even when you’d reached Taeyong’s apartment, Taeyong was already beyond tired, wishing for nothing more than to finish his meal, get Byul into bed for a nap and settle back in his room for an afternoon nap of his own, but the first thing you’d done was to prepare the food you’d bought for Byul to have her lunch.
Taeyong had put on some music, enjoying the feeling of time almost slowing as he was putting the groceries in the fridge and the cupboards, the sound of you and Byul talking making the house feel full.
Once he was almost done, he’d fished out another two placemats and sets of utensils, setting them down at the table on either side of Byul.
“Thanks,” you nodded, accepting the utensils and starting to eat.
Taeyong and you were fairly quiet during the meal, mostly entertaining Byul’s many questions and points of discussion. It’d been almost a year since you started dating Taeyong, but you didn’t think you would ever get bored of listening to what Byul had to say.
Getting up halfway, you’d gone to the kitchen to get an apple and a small knife, preparing fruits for the three of you.
Distracted, you hadn’t noticed Taeyong coming over to where you were, a hand at the small of your back as he hummed, “Is your wrist hurting again?”
Your eyebrows lifted, eyes widening, “How’d you know?”
Taeyong snickered, gesturing to your hand.
“You’re doing that thing with the knife,” you glanced down at your hand, only realising now that you’d been trying to readjust your grip on the knife as you cut the apple (as if that would help).
“Here, gimme the knife, I’ll do it,” he leaned over to grasp your wrist gently, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before waving you off with a smile, “Go, go, find Byul before she falls asleep in the bathroom again.”
You couldn’t help but stifle your smile out of your own embarrassment as you called for Byul, opening the door to her room to find her picking out what storybook she wanted to read.
“Honey, I think you need to change your clothes first, you have soup all over your shirt,” you laughed, making Byul giggle, looking down at her shirt and touching the little splodges of soup.
“Do you want to pick out your clothes or do you want me to do it?”
Byul hummed, hands in her lap as she smiled sweetly at you, already making her way towards her wardrobe, “I want to do it.”
You’d let her pick out her clothes, deciding you’d might as well wipe her face while you were at it because of her messy eating habits.
“Byul, you want to eat your apples first?” you asked, earning an eager nod from her, the girl running out of her room to meet Taeyong in the kitchen.
“Go give one to Teacher Y/N, baby,” Taeyong murmured softly, seeing Byul run up to you with an apple slice. Taeyong had expected her to just hand it to you, her usual chic demeanour that showed itself whenever she was around others, but he’d been surprised into laughter when he saw the way his daughter had insisted that you open your mouth so she could feed you the apple.
You cast a wide eyed look at Taeyong, not being able to help your own heart from swelling at Byul’s behaviour, accepting the apple gratefully before enveloping her in a hug, “That’s sweet of you, Byul. Since when were you so sweet, huh?” you hugged her tight, the giggles that erupted from her pure music to your ears.
“Since just now,” she laughed, speaking around her mouthful of apple.
“Alright, when you’re done we’ll go and change your clothes and then it’s time for your nap, okay?”
She let her body lay limp against you, her arms comfortably around your neck as she ate her apple, nodding at you, her legs stretching as she tried to seat herself on your lap.
“I’m starting to wonder how much you pamper your students for them to behave like this with you,” Taeyong huffed, an amused smile on his face.
You stuck your tongue out at him, “Can’t help myself, they’re too cute.”
Taeyong’s smile grew, making his way over to you with the bowl of apples, feeding you one and humming along softly to the song playing in the background.
You gasped lightly.
“Doesn’t this song have a bad word in it?” you whispered, making Taeyong’s eyebrows raise.
His eyes widened, his smile sheepish “Byul likes it, but she hasn’t quite caught on to the lyrics yet.”
“Quick, censor it, the part is coming up,” you ushered him quickly, soundless laughter coming from you as he swayed calmly to his phone, waiting to drag the volume to 0 at the curse word and bring it back up afterwards.
“See? Problem solved,” he shrugged, making you scoff.
“I’ll go clean up, I’ll come help you with Byul when i’m done,” he told you, and you took that as your cue to bring Byul back to her room, letting her wash her hands as you prepared a small cloth to wipe her down before changing her clothes.
You could tell Byul was already starting to get sleepy, a lot quieter than she was before, slowly changing her clothes on her own before making her way over to her bed where she’d placed the book she wanted you to read to her.
You’d almost laughed when you noticed she’d picked the book about clay art that she’d gotten from the school’s family literacy programme.
Pulling the chair next to Byul’s bed, you’d let her get comfortable before holding the book up so the both of you could see, beginning to read as Byul slowly grew more tired, dozing off even as you were reading. By the end of the second reading of the book, Byul was sound asleep in bed, snoring lightly as her hand fell limp against her pillow.
Letting out a yawn of your own, you’d stood up to turn the lights off, stepping out of the room and leaving the door open halfway like you always did.
Taeyong never did that, usually just shutting the door fully, but you figured it was a habit, since you remembered a conversation you had with Byul where she mentioned how she got scared sleeping in certain parts of the classroom because it was darker than the others.
Shuffling your feet as you walked out into the kitchen, you frowned upon realising Taeyong wasn’t there. Figuring he was in his room, you were proven correct when you’d stepped into the room, dressed in more comfortable clothes, seeing him rummaging through the drawer of his bedside table for something.
“Hey,” you greeted, shutting the door behind you.
Taeyong’s lips parted, “Byul’s asleep already? I was just gonna head over,” he spoke, finally fishing out a small palm-sized box from the drawer.
“Yeah, she is,” you stared at the box, squinting as you tried to decipher the words on the box.
Tossing the box onto his bed, Taeyong had held his arms out, beckoning you to come closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug, sighing as you felt yourself relax in his arms, your own arms wrapping around his torso.
“Are you tired?” Taeyong pulled apart just slightly so he could press a kiss to your forehead, his hand coming up to cup your face as he pressed another kiss to your lips, your eyes shutting as you let yourself get lost in the moment with Taeyong. You’d felt his hand come up to rest at the nape of your neck, holding you close to him, sighing into the kiss as he deepened it, his other hand smoothing over your waist.
You were almost embarrassed at how much love you felt coursing through your veins, as if Taeyong was your very first boyfriend and every kiss with him felt like your first; you loved it.
You gave him an affirmative hum as you pulled away, eliciting a pout from Taeyong.
“Wouldn’t mind a nap,” you admitted sheepishly, the smile he gave you only making you relax further, something in his gaze putting you at ease yet just shy of making you look away.
Nodding, he let his thumb brush against the skin of your cheek, giving you another soft kiss, a tired smile on his face, “Nice dress, by the way. You look nice.”
You rolled your eyes, not being able to help your smile from making an appearance as well, “I wonder who bought it for me, maybe I should thank them, since the dress has been getting me quite a few compliments. Not to mention it’s very comfortable to work in.”
Taeyong scrunched his nose up, “You can thank them with another kiss?”
You sighed, bringing your hands up to the sides of his face, bringing his face closer to kiss him, the smile on his face almost affirming you.
“I think they deserve a better thank you than that,” he teased, grasping your chin as he directed your face back to his, sharing a longer, deeper kiss before he’d finally pulled away, amused at the way you’d averted your gaze as you tried to compose yourself.
“Okay, okay, go get changed,” He ushered you to the washroom, letting you get changed into more comfortable clothes.
Stepping out, you set the folded dress down onto Taeyong’s desk, making your way over to where he was on the bed, Taeyong removing his headphones when he saw you, setting them elsewhere and reaching out a hand to grasp yours, pulling you to lie with him.
You let a slight wince show when you’d used your wrist to support your weight, flopping down quickly to ease the pain, Taeyong frowning.
“When did the pain come back?” he asked, rolling over so he was straddling your figure as you rested on your back. Taeyong reached over your side to grab the box which you could now identify as pain relief patches.
“I’m not too sure, maybe last week?”
Taeyong tutted his tongue, “You should’ve said something.”
Holding his hand out, “Here, gimme your hand,” he asked.
Your gaze was skeptical even as you stretched your arm out for him to take, “Tell me if this helps, alright?”
He’d gently massaged the fleshy part of your palm below your thumb where you mentioned it hurt, pinching and pulling to massage that area of your hand, “So far so good?”
You nodded, not sure whether what was relieving your pain was his actions or how cute he looked while focusing on your hand.
“Wait, there was another one, I forgot,” he took his phone quickly, unlocking it and rewinding the video he was watching before his eyes lit up, “Oh! Okay, I got it.”
“Can you flex your thumb a little?” he asked, one of his hands going to your arm to feel where the muscle moved when you flexed your thumb, massaging that part of your arm.
After a few seconds of massaging your arm, he’d let go, his gaze darting to meet yours expectantly, “Better?”
You moved your hand, nodding, your relief made known through the smile you gave him, “Yeah, surprisingly.”
Satisfied, Taeyong had flopped back onto the bed next to you, a little groan leaving him as he stretched his arms over his head, beckoning you to come closer to him.
Resting your head on his arm, you’d sighed, relaxing into his comfortable mattress and the comfort that came with Taeyong’s presence.
“I could get used to this,” Taeyong murmured softly.
“Huh?” you had almost let yourself doze off, Taeyong pulling you from your slumber just slightly, not quite catching what he said.
“Oh, no, nothing. How was work today? I thought you said you weren’t on Saturday duty this week?”
You hummed, “Yeah, I wasn’t, but the teacher on duty had an emergency at home so I had to take over.”
You yawned, hearing a huff of laughter escape Taeyong as he brought a hand up to smooth over your hair soothingly, the gentle actions almost lulling you back to sleep.
“Was it tough?” he asked, “did anyone from your class show up today?”
You nodded, a small smile at the thought of your children, “Yeah, about half of them, so they kept me busy…” you let out a deep sigh, relaxing further, “time passed faster than I thought it would.”
Taeyong hummed, deep in his thoughts as his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his hand rubbing the skin at your waist in a drowsy rhythm.
“Okay, but be careful not to overwork your wrist,” he murmured, his other hand grasping yours, his thumb rubbing your knuckles.
“I know you, and I know you wanna do your best to help the kids and the other teachers there, but when you know your wrist can’t handle it, you should ask them for help, alright?”
You laughed, “Coming from the CEO of ‘It’s okay I can do it on my own’,” you teased.
Taeyong sighed, a hint of a smile on his lips, bypassing your teasing, “You know I’m right.”
You let out a hum to acknowledge what he said (not without a harmless eye roll), “Yeah, I know, you’re right. I was thinking of getting it checked soon, since it’s been an on and off thing for a long time already.”
“Need me to ask Johnny if he has any good doctor contacts?”
You laughed, “No, it’s fine, I can just ask Kun.”
Taeyong grunted, “That’s your hospital friend, right?”
“Hospital friend,” you snickered, “yes, he’s my friend that works at the hospital.”
Taeyong let out a yawn, nodding, “Maybe you can drop by and see him when we bring Byul for her checkup.”
“Right, I almost forgot about that… it’s already the middle of May? That’s fast…” you sighed, earning a small bout of giggles from Taeyong.
“Yeah, her checkup’s next Saturday.”
You hummed, unsure about how Kun would react if he saw you with Taeyong and Byul, or whether he would tell his mom (who would tell your mom) for that matter. Your parents still didn’t know about Byul, all they knew was that you were dating a professor and that he was a few years older than you.
“Maybe,” you shrugged (or shrugged as much as you could’ve in your position), “if not i’ll probably ask him when I see him at church.”
Taeyong nodded, “Okay, good.”
“Hey, I wanted to ask you this just now,” you tapped on his chest, “is there anything you want for your birthday?”
Taeyong laughed, “It’s more than a month away, baby.”
“Never too early to start planning, c’mon, anything you’ve been eyeing? A new headset? Keyboard? Plants for your fish tank?”
Taeyong huffed, a playful lilt to his tone, "I want to... not have to mark assignments."
“No, I don’t want anything. Now go to sleep, get some rest,” he insisted, his hand coming up to cover your eyes, your laughter bubbling from you.
“What about a picnic? Or that ‘Dining in the Dark’ thing I heard a lot of my colleagues talking about i—”
“Go to sleep, please, don’t worry about it. Okay, how about this? I'll tell you when I’ve decided.”
Huffing, you lifted your face from his chest, making a displeased face at him, “Okay, but you better keep that promise. I’ll remember to ask you.”
Taeyong rolled his eyes, lifting his head slightly to press a kiss to your lips, pulling away with a smile, “Okay, you do that. Now go to sleep.”
===
“A new PC would be pretty sick, though, I gotta admit.”
You shot a glare at the boy sitting before you, happily munching on whatever fancy salad he’d ordered on a whim.
“I’m poor, Johnny.”
Johnny snickered, “I mean, I’m just saying,” he shrugged.
“Do you think he’d want something like that, though? I can’t tell if he’s serious or not. You know,” you poked at your food, “he keeps saying he doesn’t want anything but I can’t not get him anything.”
Johnny made a sound of distaste.
“Yucks, ate a really weird tasting leaf,” he pushed his bowl aside, “anyway, you know, he’ll probably be super happy if you just had a nice day out with him and Byul.”
You huffed, “Yeah, but I want to do more than just that, he deserves more than that for his birthday.”
“Is your love language gift-giving?”
You dismissed him with a wave, rolling your eyes, “I just want to do something nice for him, okay? He hasn’t celebrated his birthday with anyone other than you and his family for ages.”
Johnny shook his head, “Dude, it’s not about what you’re doing, it’s about why you’re doing it. You think he’s gonna care? He’s so whipped you could say you’re giving him a hug for his birthday and he’d be the happiest man alive.”
You huffed, reaching over for your glass to take a sip of whatever drink Johnny had ordered for you, identifying it as a mocktail.
You groaned, “I’m stressed, whatever, let’s talk about something else. How’s your love life?”
Johnny gave you a patronizing smile, “Yeah, cause that’s always an entertaining topic, isn’t it?”
You returned the smile, “Sure is.”
You knew Johnny had been seeing someone for a while now, having started his relationship in college. You’d recalled Taeyong telling you stories about how Johnny had always tried to find excuses to talk to them, even if it was through asking to borrow a pen every other week. Johnny had mentioned needing your advice on something, so you figured it was another ‘i want to surprise them, any ideas?’ kind of dilemma.
True enough, it was that kind of dilemma.
Johnny straightened up in his seat, staring you dead in the eye as he pursed his lips, poorly stifling his smile, “Well, actually… I was thinking of proposing.”
Your grip went slack on your fork, almost letting it slip from your hands. You scrambled to get it in your hand again, your eyes wide and lips parted.
“Wow, I mean… wow.”
“Right? I mean, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, I mean… we’re pretty steady, and we’ve talked about it before, like you know settling down and starting a family and stuff. And I love her so much it’s embarrassing. I never imagined I could have so much love for someone, I really do want to build a life with them. I don’t know, it just feels like the right time,” he continued.
Johnny fished his phone out, pulling up his notes app to show you a note titled ‘possible surprise ideas’, “Like, okay, I do want to surprise her, but I’m not sure which is better, like do I wanna do it privately where it’s just the two of us or should I do it with family and friends around…?”
“I… I don’t even know where to begin,” you gushed, your gaze hard on his phone screen.
“I mean, haven’t you thought about it before? Like, you know, how romantic of a proposal you’d want?” Johnny prompted, shrugging, “Then again, Taeyong has it easy, he could just ask Byul, anything with that girl involved would be impossible to refuse—”
“Huh?” you’d blurted out before you could help yourself.
“—You know, come to think of it, you’re pretty lucky. You’d get both Taeyong and Byul when you guys get married.”
“It’s not a game of ‘Wheel of Fortune’, Johnny. It’s real life.”
Johnny scoffed, taking another sip of his wine, “Hey, who said ‘Wheel of Fortune’ was fake?”
You waved a hand in dismissal, “Anyway, aren’t proposals really subjective? You should be the one telling me if she’d prefer to keep it private or with family and friends.”
It wasn’t like you were against Johnny proposing to his partner, no, that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, you were more than happy for him.
It was just that Johnny’s words had opened a can of worms in your head that you couldn’t stop thinking about now.
What if Taeyong did propose? It was a legitimate concern for someone his age and at his stage of life, but what were you going to do? Elope and not tell your parents? You didn’t want Taeyong to be at the receiving end of your parents’ unhappiness, much less Byul. You just didn’t think you were ready to face it yet either. As selfish as it was, you were still afraid.
“Well, someone’s snappy. What’s on your mind? You’ve been weird ever since I mentioned the proposal.”
“No, it’s nothing. I just… didn’t actually think about Taeyong proposing before…” you glanced up to meet his eyes, seeing him give you a knowing smile.
“Hey, I know you’re worried- okay, I don’t actually know but I’m just assuming because you look worried but… just remember, if you love him, nothing else matters. Whatever’s meant to work out will work out, you know, in—”
“In the name of love?” your tone was sarcastic, though Johnny had simply grinned.
“Exactly.”
You scoffed, forcing a laugh out of you, “Okay, but it’s no big deal. I’m over the shock now. You were saying?”
“Alright so I was thinking, they like nature so…”
===
Hands clenched tightly around the handle of the bag you were holding, you took in a deep breath, breathing out in your desperate attempt to calm yourself down as you stared at Taeyong’s parent’s house, waiting for him to lock his car.
You felt a small hand tug at the fabric of your shirt, looking down and seeing Byul with her hand held out towards you.
Switching the bag to your other hand, you grasped hers in yours, Taeyong’s hand gently guiding you as you made your way to the front door.
Ringing the doorbell, you waited as patiently as you could until the door opened and revealed Taeyong’s father, greeting all of you with smiles and a yell of excitement at Byul, who rushed into his arms so he could pick her up.
Greeting his father, the four of you had entered the kitchen, greeting Taeyong’s mom.
“We brought wine,” you lifted the bag slightly to show them.
“Oh, that’s so lovely of you! Go ahead, put it in the fridge to cool it for a while,” his mother had cooed.
You did just that, but seriously contemplated cracking it open right now to calm your nerves.
“Hey,” Taeyong murmured softly, holding the fridge door open so you could stop holding it open with your body, “don’t be nervous, it’s not your first time here.”
“Yeah, but it’s the first time I'm meeting your grandma,” you whispered, the pleading look in your eyes that begged for escape only making him laugh.
“Is grandma here already?” Taeyong leaned over your shoulder to ask his mom, earning an affirmative hum.
“Yes, honey, she’s in the living room. Why don’t you bring Y/N to say ‘hi’?”
Taeyong turned to you with a smile, “Yeah, why don’t we go say hi?”
Your expression stayed unwavering, making Taeyong shake his head, his hand coming up to pat your head gently.
“You’ll be fine. I’m sure she’ll love you.”
Love you, she did. Maybe too much even.
Taeyong’s grandma was a nice woman, though her age brought its own set of problems. Firstly being that her memory wasn’t that great, and her body was weak, so days where she felt good enough to make a visit to Taeyong’s parents’ house were rare, but cherished nonetheless. What you remembered the most about her, though, was that she was a simple woman. She didn’t ask for much, she wasn’t picky about her environment or what food she was eating, all she’d wanted was just for her children and grandchildren to be happy and safe.
She would be in a daze most of the time, not really looking at you, but she was listening, of course. It was comforting, you had to admit. Maybe you were anxious for no reason; she was the loveliest woman you’d met.
“So, how’s work been, Y/N? I heard you got promoted,” Taeyong’s father had spoken, earning a nod from you, swallowing your food as quickly as you could so he wouldn’t have to wait so long for a reply.
“Yeah! Yeah, I did,” you smiled.
“Promoted to what, dear? If you don’t mind me asking.”
You shook your head, “Oh, no, not at all. I got promoted to senior teacher. I mean, it’s a good thing, I guess.”
“More work definitely,” Taeyong laughed, with you nodding in wholehearted agreement.
You’d looked up from your plate to glance at Taeyong’s grandmother, who’d been staring at you with a satisfied smile on her face, turning to Taeyong.
“You’ve got a very beautiful wife,” she told him, making Taeyong’s eyes widen.
He seemed to recover from it quicker than you did, bursts of nervous laughter leaving him while you sat there reliving your thought process from your dinner with Johnny.
You couldn’t quite begin to explain what you were feeling in that moment. You wanted nothing more than a life with Taeyong and Byul, but that didn’t get rid of the fear that gripped you by the neck, a fear that stemmed from something you couldn’t even place. Maybe it was just the kind of excitement that made you feel sick. Yeah, maybe it was just that.
You brushed off the sick feeling you’d felt within you, smiling at Taeyong’s grandmother, thanking her as Taeyong’s parents had rushed to correct her, telling her that you were still his girlfriend because Taeyong hasn’t proposed yet.
“Sorry, excuse me, I need to go to the washroom,” you stood up, excusing yourself as you let your body lead you to the washroom, shutting the door and waiting for your thoughts to catch up with you.
Get yourself together, Y/N. It’s just your parents and the school that you have to settle, the rest will fall into place.
Back at the dinner table, Taeyong wasn’t quite feeling the same anxiety you were, but his mother might have been.
“Sorry, honey. I hope what grandma said didn’t make you guys uncomfortable, you know… especially since uh… ” she told him, making Taeyong shake his head with a shrug.
“Oh, no, it didn’t. Why would it?” he laughed, not seeming to understand why his mom seemed to be beating around the bush to what she really wanted to say.
“You know… we love Y/N, you know. She’s really… she really is a lovely girl, but, are you sure, honey? Do you really want to marry her?”
Taeyong’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze unwavering as he frowned, glancing at Byul to see that she was occupied with playing with grandma’s bracelet.
“I mean… I have been thinking about it recently. I feel like I am in love with her, you know, that it just feels natural to consider a future with her.”
Taeyong’s father had stayed silent, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his mother had continued.
“You know, she may not be thinking of the same thing, honey. You have to remember, she’s still… young.”
Taeyong nodded, pursing his lips as he gave his parents another shrug, “I mean, yeah, but she takes care of Byul really well and Byul is comfortable around her—”
“Motherhood-” Taeyong’s mom had cut in a little too harshly, catching herself before she could get too riled up, holding a hand up, “sorry, honey, it’s just… motherhood is not an easy thing to ask of anyone. And I know what you’re thinking, and trust me, I know it too. You did a really good job in raising Byul, but you… you didn’t give yourself much of a choice.”
Taeyong clenched his jaw, setting his utensils down on his plate and keeping his gaze hard on the placemat, slowly nodding along with whatever his mother was saying.
“What are you trying to say?” he murmured, glancing at Byul, who seemed unaffected by the tension in the room, giggling as she played whatever hand game his grandma was playing with her.
“Nothing, honey,” Taeyong looked up to meet the soft gaze of his mother, “we’re just saying that whatever choice the both of you make, we’re supporting the both of you no matter what, okay? When we say we like Y/N, we really mean that. We’d love for you to marry her.”
Taeyong nodded, hearing the bathroom door open, taking that as his cue to move on from the topic, “Byul, want to watch a movie?”
===
Later that night, when you were lying on Taeyong’s bed again, Byul fast asleep in her room, you heard Taeyong’s voice cut through the soft whirring of his fish tank.
“Sorry, about just now, you know… what my grandma said.”
You let out a huff of laughter, “It’s alright, there’s nothing to apologize about.”
Taeyong huffed, “Yeah, it’s… she’s been asking me for a while now, you know, each time I see her. She’ll ask me ‘Taeyong, how old are you?’” he imitated her tone, making your smile grow, “‘oh, you should get married’,” he told you.
You smiled, rolling over to face him, meeting his soft gaze.
Taeyong brought a hand up to touch your face, brushing the skin of your cheek with his knuckles with a feather-like touch, almost making you flinch from the tickle it gave you.
“What would you tell her?”
You were certain in that moment that Taeyong had unlocked a different part of your heart to fill it with love for him, not being able to think of another time where anyone had managed to make you feel as lovestruck as you felt now looking at his eyes that still managed to glisten so beautifully like water in the moonlight. Looking at him now, you felt like you weren’t yourself. You felt as if you were in a dream and you wanted nothing more than to keep this moment between the both of you, the comfort of the silence and the warmth in your heart taking over you the more you looked at him.
Taeyong shook his head, shyness evident in his smile, the way he averted his gaze just for a moment as if mustering his courage to tell you the truth.
“I would tell her ‘grandma, there’s really not a single girl that’s interested in me’ but somehow i’ll always end up telling her I’ll get married, you know, just to see how she would smile...”
“But I have you now, so, things are… different,” he murmured, his hand moving to your arm, rubbing it soothingly.
You nodded, the slightest of smiles on your face, “Good kind of different?”
Taeyong rolled his eyes, smiling as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Best kind. I mean it.”
===
You guessed you should’ve listened to Taeyong when he told you to drop Kun a text yesterday when you were at the hospital for Byul’s checkup, because now as you stood in the pews of the church next to your parents, you were sure if the pain got any worse you would have to excuse yourself.
Thankfully enough, you’d managed to catch a glimpse of the brown haired boy when you were mid-prayer. Accompanied with the sound of the choir singing, you felt as though your prayers were answered when he’d caught your eye as well, giving you a small nod of greeting.
Approaching you after the mass had ended, his parents chatted with your parents outside the church while you spoke to Kun.
“Hey, thank God I saw you here, I kind of wanted to ask you about something.”
Kun was attentive, welcoming too, which you guessed was what you appreciated about having a friend like him. You couldn’t help but let your gaze wander to the blazer he was wearing, entertaining the passing thought that Taeyong would look nice in a blazer with that pattern.
“You were saying?” Kun prompted, drawing you back from your moment of distraction.
“Oh, yeah, right. Shit. Well, I actually wanted to ask you about this pain in my wrist that I’ve been having, it’s been pretty on and off for a while now, and I wasn’t sure what I could do to sort of ease the pain?”
“Uh-huh,” he prompted you to continue.
“One of my colleagues had something similar and she told me I could get steroid shots but I heard you could only take those a few times in your whole life so I didn’t really want that… but yeah, I was just wondering if you had any idea what it was?”
“Does it hurt when you do this?” he bent his thumb across his palm, folding his fingers over his thumb and bending his wrist towards his little finger.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you’d tried the same thing, though you’d barely managed to bend your wrist towards your little finger before you’d let go of your thumb, a yelp of pain leaving you at the pain that had throbbed in your wrist.
“... as a matter of fact, I think I know what it is. I see it happen a lot to those new mothers,” You grimaced, drawing a laugh from him, “but considering your job, I get it. I have a few exercises you can try that might help, but if anything, it’s most important to rest it… maybe try wearing a wrist guard or something? I can text you the details. I know if I told you now you probably won’t remember it for long.”
You groaned, “I wish I asked you sooner. I was really going to, you know, I was literally at the hospital yesterday—”
“Yeah, I know,” he nodded, smiling.
“— and I was contemplating- wait. What do you mean, you know?” You’d felt your limbs tense, freezing place as you watched how Kun’s smile stayed the same, the same almost-wince of a smile.
“I was at the paed—”
“—diatric ward, right? In the morning?”
Your lips parted, nodding. Wouldn’t that mean that he saw Byul?
“Right, that’s… actually what I wanted to ask you about,” he confessed, a hint of hesitation in his tone, “I thought I saw you yesterday when I was on my way to see a patient but I wasn’t sure… I guess, now I know that it really was you.”
Your eyes widened, “I… for some reason I don’t believe you. What was I wearing?”
Kun laughed, entertaining you anyway, “A grey shirt. Pants.”
A small gasp left you. You were itching to ask if he’d seen Taeyong but it was as if you couldn’t bring yourself to, feeling jittery, your gaze had kept flickering to your parents barely metres away.
“I wanted to ask you about that guy you were with… he looked really familiar but I wasn’t too sure where I’d seen him before,” Kun continued, bringing his hand up to fix his hair even though it wasn’t out of place.
“Oh, really? His name’s Lee Taeyong, do you know him? He’s only a year older than you, pretty sure you guys went to the same university.”
If Kun was shocked before, he didn’t show it. But at the mention of Taeyong’s name, he practically blanched.
“Huh? You’re dating Lee Taeyong?”
“Would you be quieter? You might as well announce it to my mom,” you smacked him on the arm, making him nod profusely, shaking his head as a laugh finally escaped him.
“No, sorry, I was just a little shocked, that’s all.”
“A little?” you rolled your eyes, frowning, “So you do know him? What’s with the reaction, you act like I just told you I was dating your cousin.”
He shot you a skeptical look, “You’re kidding, right? Okay, you probably don’t know ‘cause you didn’t go to the same university but he was uh… I mean, I knew him ‘cause I had a friend that dated him- then again, I’m not sure if you can call it dating but—”
“Dude, you’re kind of freaking me out here. So, what you’re saying is he dated your friend?”
Kun let out an uncertain hum, “Not sure if you can call it dating dating, I mean they kind of… had relations of sorts but—”
“Kun, seriously!”
“Okay, fine! They were friends with benefits for a while, but that was before he started dating that other girl long term, anyway.”
You snickered, the information almost making you shy, not being able to imagine the Taeyong you knew now and how he was in college. Even if Johnny always tells you it’s more than Taeyong lets on.
“I mean… he definitely doesn’t know who I am but he was pretty… uh… popular back then,” Kun huffed, his smile faltering, “but yeah, I was shocked ‘cause after college he pretty much disappeared, no one really knew what happened to him and his girlfriend… but I’m guessing that she’s out of the picture now, obviously.”
You nodded, fidgeting with your hands behind your back in your mental debate on whether or not to tell Kun the truth. He was your friend, and someone you trusted enough, it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it was, right?
“So you guys are dating now? What were you doing yesterday, anyway? Was that little girl you were with his niece or something?”
You cast another glance at your mom, how she was happily distracted by Kun’s mother as they both munched on the pastries from the church canteen. Letting out a deep breath before grabbing Kun by the arm, you led him outside to a shaded spot underneath a tree away from the rest of the crowd.
“That was his daughter.”
Kun’s eyes widened, clutching tightly onto your arm that held onto his shoulder.
“He has a daughter that’s that old?”
You nodded, “Yeah, she’s his daughter with the girl he was dating in college.”
“So he’s married?” Kun’s expression read pure horror, making you groan, shaking your head.
“No, he’s not. He’s raising her on his own. She’s one of the students at the school I teach at, that’s how I met him.”
Kun let out a sigh, using a hand to support himself against the tree branch next to him, “Talk about school-family collaboration.”
You gasped, smacking him on the arm again, “Shut up, I’m stressed. Okay, but look, you can’t tell my mom, or anyone that could tell her. That includes your mom.”
Kun straightened up, looking at you without bothering to hide his skepticism.
“Your parents don’t know?”
You shook your head.
“Well… don’t worry, because I sure don’t wanna be the one to break the news to them.”
Groaning, you collapsed into a squat, your hands on your temples as you scrunch your eyes shut, a frustrated groan leaving you.
“I feel like such an idiot, I don’t want to hide him and Byul as if i’m ashamed of them because I’m not! This is the happiest i’ve ever been, but i’m still here telling you not to blab on me because i’m a twenty-two year old that’s scared shitless of her mother’s reaction.”
Kun’s gaze was filled with pity, which was kind of why you didn’t really want to look at him right now, you already felt shitty enough.
“I’m guessing he doesn’t know you haven’t told your parents about him and his daughter?”
You couldn’t help it. You looked up at Kun’s pitiful expression, feeling the doomsday-awaits-esque feeling in your heart only increase, nodding at him.
“I don’t want to hurt him by hiding him, that’s the last thing I want. But I know my mom, and unless some miracle happens, she’s not going to welcome him… or Byul.”
“Still,” Kun frowned, “you have to tell her at some point, right? You know, especially since you said it yourself, this is the happiest you’ve been with someone.”
You nodded, straightening up as you adjusted your clothes, “Okay, I know. I’ll just… slowly try to ease her into noticing how happy I am so she can’t say no.”
Kun snickered, “I mean, if it works, there’s no harm tr-” He glanced at his pocket, fishing out his buzzing phone before looking at you, “trying. Sorry, I might need to head back, my mom’s calling me.”
You shook your head, already beginning to walk back to the canteen with Kun, feeling slightly better but still a little anxious. Confident, nonetheless, that your plan had the potential to work out in your favour.
“It’s alright. We should just meet for lunch another day when you’re free.”
Kun let out a low whistle.
“Definitely,” he shot you a pointed look, “we have a lot to catch up on.”
Sitting in the back of your parent’s car when they were sending you back to your apartment, you almost felt like you were a teenager again, staring at the back of your mom’s head when you were driving, only drawn from your thoughts when you heard your phone chime with a notification.
Taeyong
1:11pm -Byul and I made cookies, she insists that you come soon to try them before they get cold-
He’d attached a picture of him and Byul, the said girl holding up a cookie in the shape of a (little too rounded) star, the image serving to fill your heart with all the confidence you were lacking. The father-daughter pair had eyes that sparkled and smiles that were absolutely lethal.
You didn’t want to hide them. You meant what you said to Kun, this really was the happiest you’ve ever been.
===
“Teacher Y/N, why did you make your hair like this today?” was the first thing you were greeted with when you’d entered Taeyong’s car that evening.
“C’mon, Byul, I think it looks nice,” Taeyong laughed, making Byul groan.
“I didn’t say it doesn’t look nice, daddy. I was just asking Teacher Y/N why she did it like this today,” she replied smoothly, making your eyebrows raise, an impressed hum leaving you.
“I left it like this today because I was feeling a little... free today, honey,” you told her, turning to face her after you were buckled into the passenger seat, watching how her smile had widened, a playful glint in her eyes.
“You look very pretty.”
You gushed, not being able to help your laughter when you heard Taeyong huff next to you, a mutter of ‘this girl’s stealing my job’ leaving him.
“Thank you, Byul. You look very nice too,” you smiled, reaching your hand out to smooth over her hair.
“Where are we going?”
“I got us a reservation at this place Johnny’s been begging me to take you, it’s Japanese food.”
You smiled, Byul tapping on the back of Taeyong’s seat as she let out a squeal.
“Daddy quick! Before the food gets cold!”
Taeyong lowered his volume, poorly stifling his smile, “Who’s gonna tell her the sushi’s gonna be cold.”
Luckily for the both of you, you didn’t have to, the waiter did it for you.
You realised this place was somewhere your parents had been talking about as well, a new Japanese food joint that specialised in their ramen (fortunately for Byul, who wasn’t a huge fan of sushi). Coincidence, or not, you had been dying to try it, so you figured you’d ought to thank Johnny for shortening the waiting time by recommending it to Taeyong.
It was a nice little bar, not too big, you noticed. Small enough that someone at the furthest end of the restaurant would still be able to see who was at the entrance area, but you didn’t mind. Most of the people here were small families with toddlers and young children, so you knew you had nothing to worry about in terms of Byul’s possible clumsiness.
“You like the soup, honey?” you asked, scooping more noodles from the bigger bowl of ramen into the small bowl Byul was eating from, shifting your seat nearer to her so you could help to wipe her mouth.
Byul nodded, flashing a grin to you over her mouthful of noodles, her other hand holding a thumbs up to you, “I like it, it’s yummy and sweet.”
“Sweet?” Taeyong laughed, earning more nods from Byul.
“Yeah, it’s sweet! I think it’s because the corn is sweet,” she used a finger to poke at the corn in her spoon.
Exchanging a look with Taeyong, another impressed hum left you as you scooped more corn into her soup.
“Well, that’s great then, you can have more corn.”
Byul made a satisfied sound, glancing up at you to mutter a thank you.
“This place is pretty good, don’t you think?” you sighed, leaning back in your seat with a satisfied hum as you saw how Byul had done the same, patting her belly as her empty ice cream bowl sat before her.
Taeyong hummed, giving you a satisfied smile.
“You like it? I think it’s pretty good too, nice place, not too crowded,” he hummed, giving you a small smile.
“What?”
Taeyong tilted his head at you, his gaze softening, “What?” he murmured, his tone gentle, something about it almost making you forget where you were, immersed in the way he was looking at you.
“I feel like I know what you’re going to say.”
“Well, then you should know I’m gonna say it anyway,” his smile grew.
You enjoyed seeing this side of Taeyong, so different from any of the stories you’d heard about him. A hint of youthfulness from his past that was changed, matured almost, but somehow… there was no way to describe it other than to be looking at a boy that just wanted to live in love.
You rolled your eyes, “Don’t say it.” You really did want him to say it, but of course you could never admit that.
“I like it more because you’re here with me.”
You grinned, your face scrunching up in response, setting your chopsticks down when you saw how he’d rest his hand on the table, his palm open facing up.
Taking his hand, you nodded, “I know my reaction isn’t the best to these things but… I feel the same way.”
“Me too,” Byul chimed in happily, her gaze not leaving her noodles, making you laugh, reaching over to brush your fingers through her hair when you heard the waiter speak behind you.
“Alright, table for two?”
“Yes, please. Thank you very much. Honey, maybe next time we should make a reservation, the place looks pretty crowded,” the woman had responded. She almost sounds like your mom, you thought, it almost made you turn around.
You heard the waiter next to you, “Sorry, miss, if you don’t mind, could you shift your chair slightly—”
“Oh, yeah sure, no problem,” you spoke, standing up to shift your chair.
“Y/N?” your hand slipped on the back of your chair at the sound of your name, your body tensing as your gaze darted up, landing on none other than your mom and dad standing next to the waiter, your dad’s gaze fixed on you while your mom’s was fixed on Taeyong.
“What… what’s all this?” Your mom asked, her tone just bordering on hostile.
Taeyong stood up, extending a hand to her.
“Oh, is she a colleague of yours? Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, Taeyong,” he smiled at her, though your mom made no move to shake his hand.
She hummed, “Right… I’m her mother.”
You wanted to say something, needed to say something, in fact. It was as though you weren’t in control of your body, especially as you watched how Byul had turned around to bow at your parents.
“My name is Lee Byul,” she greeted happily.
“Is this your uh… your niece?” your mother had asked Taeyong, earning a smile and the shake of the head from him.
“Oh, no, this is my dau—”
“Mom,” you finally blurted, receiving a glare from your mom and a frown from Taeyong.
“Can we uh… I’ll explain everything later, just… not now, please.”
Taeyong’s frown deepened, Byul sensing her father’s dismay, the question of, “Why are you sad, daddy?” echoing louder than anything else you could hear at the moment.
You saw the way your mother’s face had fallen at Byul’s question, the way you could detect nothing but anger in her eyes.
You didn’t know what to do first, your eyes almost welling with tears as you shook your head at her, “I promise I’ll explain everything just… not now.”
You quickly reached into your bag, pulling out your wallet as the waiter had ushered your parents to their table, Taeyong getting the hint and cleaning Byul’s mouth before he’d walked her out of the restaurant while you paid.
Your heart was pounding hard as you accepted your credit card from the cashier, shoving your things haphazardly into your bag as you walked out of the shop, making your way to Taeyong’s car parked next to the pavement. You saw him there, leaning against the door with his hands shoved into his coat pockets and his gaze hard as you walked towards him.
“Where’s Byul?” you asked, seeing him gesture with his head to the car.
“In the car,” he’d taken a hand out of his pocket to grasp your hand delicately, “Wait, before we go in. Can you please explain to me what happened just now?” Taeyong’s tone was steady, calm, as if he’d been through this many times before.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me it’s just… she doesn’t know about Byul and—”
“Did you forget to tell her? I don’t understand, I thought you said your parents know that we’re dating.”
“And they do, she knows, I mean, they know, it’s just that… I couldn’t tell them about Byul because...” you stopped yourself short, realizing that you didn’t have a good reason to give him.
“Because you wanted to hide my daughter?” Taeyong asked, his eyebrows raising.
“No, I didn’t want to hide her, that was never my intention.”
Taeyong nodded, “Then what was so bad about your parents knowing?”
You took in a deep breath, clenching your hands tightly in front of you so they would stop trembling.
“I just… I knew she wouldn’t be happy and I didn’t want her to say anything hurtful, to you or to Byul. I wanted to protect the both of you,” you murmured, your throat feeling tight around your voice and your vision blurring, “but I know it’s no excuse, Taeyong, I’m sorry if that ended up hurting you instead.”
Taeyong took in a deep breath, reaching his hand out to grasp your hands in his, releasing his breath through his nose, his gaze searching yours.
“I didn’t say anything just now, but… forgive me for saying this. I know she’s your mom, and that you’re scared of how she’ll act towards me but she can hurt me, do whatever she wants to try to hurt me,” Taeyong’s gaze was serious, his thumbs rubbing over the back of your hands, “but I’m not letting her hurt Byul. Byul isn’t like me, she’s sweet and innocent and loving. I won’t let anyone, no matter who they are, treat her like she’s something to be hidden, or be ashamed of.”
You nodded, certain that Taeyong could feel how your hands were shaking, his hands giving yours a squeeze.
“I know, I’m sorry. I was already planning on telling them,” your breath was shaky, but Taeyong was ever as understanding, and if anything it made you feel even worse.
“You know you have to tell her at one point, better now than never,” Taeyong told you, “I’m not gonna lie, I am hurt that you didn’t tell her about Byul, but I know you care for Byul. And I trust you, to do what you have to do, hmm?”
You nodded, sniffling, “I need to tell her tonight. I know she’ll be expecting me to come by later…”
Taeyong nodded, pulling you closer so he could wrap his arms around you, sighing as he let his head press against yours, one hand cradling the back of your head.
“It’s okay, I’ll explain something to Byul, just… call me if you need anything, alright?”
You nodded, “Thank you, Taeyong.”
He nodded, pulling away from the hug, his hands coming up to gently wipe the tear that had rolled down your cheek to your lips, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Update me, alright?” You nodded. “No more crying, okay? You’re gonna be alright, you’re stronger than you think,” he let out a small huff of laughter, his smile seeming to effectively reassure you in that moment.
You nodded, pressing your lips into a firm line.
“I won’t, I promise.”
Maybe your promise was working, because now when you were seated in front of your parents at your dining table, it didn’t feel as bad. Maybe more like a job interview, you supposed. You held tightly in your hands your glass of water, the warmth from the cup somehow calming your nerves, so much so that you almost thought your mom looked like she was feeling perfectly fine.
“Honey,” she spoke, tapping her fingers on the table, “Look at me, Honey. I’m only gonna say this once.”
You kept your gaze on her hand, humming to prompt her to continue, expecting her to just go on about how she wants what’s best for you, that she wanted you to be careful.
What followed, though, was perhaps the ‘worst-case scenario’ you were fearful of this whole time.
“Stop seeing that boy immediately.”
You glanced up at her, eyes wide with shock, your mouth blurting out the first thing you could think of. Deflecting, you supposed.
“He’s five years older than me, he’s not a boy.”
“And you’re a girl who can’t differentiate attention from attraction, don’t try to distract me.”
You glanced up at your dad, your lips parting in shock when you saw just how over-it he looked.
“Taeyong is a good guy, he’s really loving… and kind,” you attempted to talk him up to her, though it was futile, her fist clenching and unclenching.
“Well, that’s perfect for him, then. He’ll have no problem finding another woman to love him when you break up.”
“I love—”
“Cut it out with your bullshit, Y/N. You’re barely in your twenties, you don’t know anything about love.”
You wanted to laugh, you felt like what she was trying to reduce you into, a stubborn, rebellious teenager.
“Must you choose something like this to be stubborn with me?” She sighed, “Honey, you were never like this before.”
You frowned.
“What is ‘like this’?” You let go of your glass, your wrist aching with how hard you were holding your glass, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.
“Never so eager to be stupid,” your mother’s tone was cold, harsh.
You knew what she was doing, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
“Why is it stupid? He has a stable job, he’s got a lovely family—”
“You met his family already?”
You nodded, blinking harshly as you watched the water in your glass become unclear when your vision blurred.
“Yes, I have. And they’re lovely people,” your tone was spiteful now, you could almost hear Taeyong telling you to be nice.
Your mom let out a deep sigh.
“There is a whole world of differences between the both of you. He’s at a completely different stage of life, with completely different priorities. And you expect him to understand you? Much less, do you think you can understand him and support him and his child?”
You weren’t sure what spurred you on. Maybe it was your anger, or the frustration that she still managed to have so much control over your emotions.
“Well, what if I do? What if I do understand him? Or what if he understands me? What then?” you snapped, almost instantly regretting your words. You didn’t think you’d ever spoken to your mom like this before.
“Watch your tone when you speak to me. You see?” she glanced at your father, turning back to you with an even icier glare, “You think I’m stupid, Y/N? Sure, now everything seems like you’re a perfect little family but you are not ready for motherhood, I can tell you that. You’re still immature and blinded by the fluff he’s been feeding you.”
You stood up, your body seeming to move before you could process, your body feeling as though it were burning with how much you’d wanted to say to her.
“He’s been nothing but good to me—”
“That’s not enough of a reason. Just because that boy ruined his life doesn’t mean you have to!” her voice raised, your dad grasping her arm and murmuring words to get her to calm down, you assumed. Whatever it was, you were too caught up in your own anger to pay attention.
Your lips parted, warmth flooding your face.
“How… How can you say that?”
Your dad had cleared his throat, his gaze searching your mother’s face, as if trying to find the part of her that wasn’t upset, “I think that’s enough, Honey. Both of you are too upset and tired to think clearly, I think we should have this conversation another day.”
Your mom had simply glared at you.
“Fine,” her tone was calm now, “If you want to throw away your future, that’s none of my business. Now get out of my house, I don’t even want to look at you right now.”
You didn’t bother reasoning, simply grabbing your things and leaving, finding yourself at a taxi stand before you knew it.
Maybe you shouldn’t have made that promise to Taeyong, since you were long past the point of controlling your tears now.
===
“Byul,” Taeyong murmured to his daughter the next day, as Byul had pointed to the woman with her young daughter in the movie they were watching, saying that it was you.
“Uh-huh?”
“Do you… ever think about your mom?”
Byul looked at Taeyong with evident disdain, picking up another handful of cereal to shove in her mouth, shaking her head at him.
“No. She doesn’t think of me, so I don’t want to think of her.”
Taeyong’s lips parted, nodding slowly.
Byul had only frowned, leaning her head closer to him, getting up on her knees (making Taeyong quickly save the cereal bowl before it could fly off the sofa) and inspecting his face, “Why? Are you thinking about that woman?”
Taeyong laughed, “Don’t call her that, Byul. She’s still the one that gave birth to you.”
Byul shrugged, “That’s what grandma calls her.”
Taeyong figured that was where she’d learnt it from.
“Well, not really… I was just wondering… do you want a mom?”
Byul stared blankly at Taeyong, a small pout on her lips as she thought about it for a second.
“Do I get to choose who it is?”
Taeyong’s eyes widened.
“I mean… Byul, baby, it’s not that simple. Daddy has to love the person and that person has to love you too and take care of you—”
“I know! Teacher Y/N! She always comes to play with us and she takes care of me. Do you love Teacher Y/N, daddy? If you do then it’s perfect! She can be my mom!” She used her small hands to cup Taeyong’s face, eagerness written all over her wide eyes and her grin.
Taeyong laughed, his hands covering hers on his face, nodding.
“I do.”
Byul squealed, hands leaving his face instantly as she began jumping on the sofa excitedly before flopping down next to Taeyong again, a satisfied smile leaving her (Taeyong noticed she’d always acted this way at confessions of love, especially after watching PG family films with her uncle Johnny), rolling over to stare at Taeyong’s phone.
Taeyong had figured she’d wanted the cereal, picking up the bowl and expecting her to sit upright to receive it, though she did nothing of the sort, her gaze continued to be fixed on his phone screen.
“Why are you looking at my phone like that, Byul?”
She looked up at him, beaming, “Well, aren’t you gonna tell her?”
===
Perhaps Byul’s excitement was rather short lived, though.
A child’s thought process is interesting, to say the least. Especially a child who was always intellectually stimulated like Byul. She was advanced in her ability to converse, her grasp of language more proficient than the majority of her peers, but no matter how well she spoke, how adult-like and responsible she seemed. At her core, she was a child.
And that wasn’t a bad thing, not at all. She was innocent, inquisitive, a light to those around her. Like her father, she was affectionate and caring. Their bond was special, and you understood why. She was his number one priority, and is his number one priority, for that matter.
So when Byul had spoken to her friends in school, bragging about how she was going to have a new mom, she definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that that was a bad thing.
“Then your mommy and daddy will get another baby and everybody will play with your baby and then nobody will want to play with you.”
Of course, Byul didn’t want that. The possibility of the new love and child taking her precious dad away from her. Byul was fine with sharing toys, and sharing food, but sharing her dad? Not so much.
Maybe, to anyone else, it would’ve sounded like a problem that could’ve been solved easily, something Byul would’ve gotten over with time, you know, a ‘she’s just a kid, they’ll always be dramatic’ kind of situation.
But like you said, at Byul’s core, she was a child that wanted her father to be by her side and give her attention. And the resistance to the threat of losing that had manifested in a very intense way through Byul’s behaviour.
You didn’t notice it at first, since you barely saw Byul during the day, busy with tending to your toddlers. Which meant you also didn’t notice the way the kinder teachers had been gossiping amongst themselves, shooting you dirty looks and eye-rolls, assuming you were the cause behind Byul’s recent behaviour.
You only noticed when you were heading back from the kitchen with a full jug of warm water for your class so you could prepare their milk for them before naptime, seeing Byul and her classmate standing in front of the principal’s desk getting what you liked to call a ‘stern warning’.
Frowning, you tried your best to eavesdrop, slowing your steps as you made your way past them, only picking up your principal asking, “Byul, when we’re angry, why don’t…”
Pushing through the doors, you’d made your way to your co-teacher, nudging her, “Hey, why are those two seeing Ms Jamie?”
Your co-teacher, Teacher Ning hummed with a shrug, scrolling the food delivery app so she could order her lunch.
“Dunno,” she sighed.
You pursed your lips, “Weird… really out of the ordinary for Byul to get in trouble like that.”
Halting her actions to look at you, Ning hummed, “Wait, Byul?”
You nodded, “Yeah, exactly. Wonder what happened.”
Setting the jug of water down on top of one of the cupboards in your class, you took the tray of the children’s milk formula and a stack of cups to the cupboard.
“Hold on, lemme try asking,” She had called Byul’s teacher when she saw her leading her class back to their classroom.
“Hey, Teacher Hana, what did those two in the office do?”
You missed the way Hana had directed a pointed stare your way.
“Byul threw her pencil case at his head,” she spoke, an unimpressed undertone to her voice.
“Byul? But why would she do that? She’s never done that before, right?” your co-teacher frowned, earning a shrug from Hana.
“Who knows? Byul’s been acting up a lot these days, maybe something’s happening at home.”
You’d tapped the container of milk formula a little too harshly at the sound of Hana’s words, looking up to meet her gaze which almost looked as though she was trying to provoke you.
“Home?” Ning turned to you, concern etched on her features, giving you a small nudge, “did anything happen?”
You shook your head, trying to wrack your brain as you recalled whether Byul’s behaviour was off since the last time you saw her, coming up short. She was perfectly fine the last time you’d dropped by. Then again, that was more than a few days ago, who knows what could’ve happened since then.
“Not… not that I know of… maybe I'll ask Taeyong later.”
“Yeah, you should.”
You contemplated coming clean about the fight you had with your parents, wondering if your Ning could advise you on what to do. Or maybe you were just looking for an excuse to vent.
You were desperate to get your feelings off your chest but didn’t have anyone to tell other than Johnny or Kun, and you knew they were pretty busy with their own things. You doubted you could bottle it up for that long.
For now, you chose distraction instead.
“Hey, did you see what Emma’s mom wrote in her communication book? She was asking if we could discuss something about Emma’s seating arrangement during the parent teacher meeting.”
“Right, I almost forgot that was coming soon,” she groaned.
“It’s almost July, you know,” you reminded with a laugh, making her wave you off.
Narrowing her eyes at you, she scoffed, “Yeah, yeah. I may be old but I'm not that old.”
You put the last of the milk formula containers back into the tray, glancing at her as you got rid of the last bit of your hesitance to talk about Taeyong.
“Speaking of July…”
One thing about Ning, was that she was very understanding. And in times like this, when you really needed a friend, she was someone that always came through for you.
“Someone’s birthday, isn’t it?”
“Wow, your memory really is better than I thought.”
She rolled her eyes, “Ha, ha, very funny. Did you plan anything special for the dear?”
You nodded, “He’s pretty into those flower gardens so I was thinking I could bring him to this park that has different trails through butterfly gardens and flower fields,” you hummed, “then I booked dinner for us at this restaurant by the beach.”
“I was contemplating bringing him bowling but I think he’d be too tired.”
Trying not to flush at the way she’d waggled her eyebrows at you, “Anything… after that?”
Your lips parted, nudging her with your elbow, “Not anything that you’re thinking about, that’s for sure.”
She had simply hummed, “Really?”
“I’m concerned that you sound so surprised.”
“No, I just figured, you two are young… crazy in love… energe—”
“Okay, that’s enough,” you laughed, turning to face your class, “Alright, eyes on Teacher Y/N, we have five more minutes before we have to keep our books, okay?”
A scattered chorus of ‘okay’s had followed, and you made your way to the cupboard in the far end of the room, opening it to reveal the children’s sleeping mats, fishing your disinfectant spray and a hand towel from another shelf.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook, I’m coming back during lunch to interrogate you,” Ning told you with a playful grin, “Anyway, I’m ordering coffee, you want your usual?”
You kept yourself busy till then, letting her go for her meeting with the principal while you got your kids ready for nap time, using your phone to play some music for them before you were finally able to seat yourself at one of their tables. Though that rest-time was short-lived as well, your mind was running through a mental list of things you had planned to get done during naptime, a long sigh leaving you as you retrieved your laptop in defeat.
Thankfully enough, you’d heard your name being called softly, the sing-song tone accompanied with the rustling of paper making you sigh in relief, Ning soon arriving at your table with your coffee and sandwich.
“What’s all that?” you gestured to the very large sheets she was carrying in one hand.
She let out a small groan, glaring at the things in her hand, “They did a review of the curriculum, and I don’t know why but they decided to rename everything, so now we need to paste these stickers on our song and rhyme sheets.”
Your lips parted in shock, “Are they already pre-cut?” you hoped desperately for her to say yes. You already had plenty of cutting to do on your own for your materials, but this was a lot more tedious.
She mirrored your hopeful smile, “No, dear, they aren’t. I’m gonna need your help, I know I said I'm not that old but my eyesight is feeling very old, I can barely see the dotted lines on these things.”
You sighed, nodding, “Okay, fine. Pass me the red scissors.”
Alternating between bites of your sandwich (fed to you by your co-teacher) and cutting your materials, you were enjoying the time you had now where you could just do your activities mindlessly.
That is, until a text had come in.
“The professor?” Ning nudged you, though your gaze was quick to read the contact name.
dad
2:02pm -your mom hasn’t cooled down quite yet, I don’t think she will anytime soon, but don’t worry. You just do your own thing, I know you won’t do anything careless-
You’d sighed at the text, almost missing the line you were cutting along, Ning picking up the way your mood had changed almost immediately.
“What happened?”
You gave her a look, shaking your head, “Nah, it’s nothing, I just… got into a little fight with my mom.”
“Did she text you?”
You shook your head, “Nope, that was my dad. My mom’s been ignoring me for a week now, she won't answer any of my texts or calls.”
She grimaced, “That doesn’t sound like a ‘little’ fight, do you wanna talk about it?”
You pursed your lips, setting your things down in your lap so you could take a sip of your coffee.
“She’s upset because she doesn’t want me to keep dating Taeyong.”
“Well, why not? Did he do something?”
Shaking your head, you took another sip of your coffee, “Just… guess he’s just not someone she wants her daughter to date, I guess. She got upset when she found out about Byul, you know, kept saying I shouldn’t be ruining my life and getting myself involved.”
Ning had gone silent at that, a hint of a furrow to her brow as she pressed her lips into a firm line.
“Did you talk to the dear about it?”
You sighed, shaking your head, “We didn’t manage to find time to talk about it since that day, but still, I don’t know how exactly to bring it up… like ‘hey, my mom hates you because she thinks you’re an irresponsible kid and wants me to date someone else’���” you stopped yourself, an exasperated huff leaving you, “It’s just… the conversation’s gonna reach a dead end, that’s all I’m saying.”
Ning frowned, setting her drink down and reaching out a hand to grasp your shoulder gently.
“It’s not good for you, though. I can tell this thing with your mom is upsetting you… and it’s clear that it won’t end unless you guys reach some sort of... understanding—”
“Which isn’t gonna happen,” you snapped, setting your kiddy scissors down onto the table.
You’d wanted to scream, groan, whatever it was to voice out your frustration. Sure, fighting with your mom wasn’t ‘good for you’, but frankly, at this point of time you didn’t know what was.
What else was there for you to do? You were angry at your mom, and she was angry at you. Knowing her for the twenty-two years of your life, you could safely say that your mom was unlikely to get rid of her prejudice against Taeyong, and there very well wasn’t much you could do about it.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry, I just… feel really shitty about it,” you huffed, letting go of your scissors and rubbing at the flesh below your thumb, already aching from all the cutting you were doing, “Of course, I don’t wanna fight with my mom, but I’m not ready to just… give up my relationship with Taeyong. And for what, anyway? Just because she doesn’t think he’s high-profile enough?”
Nodding along, you’d felt her giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “It’s tough, definitely. But I think… if I were in your position, I wouldn’t give up yet, you know? Let your mom see how your relationship is, the goodness of it. Maybe it’ll warm her up to the idea after a while.”
You hummed. You had to admit, it did sound possible, but you figured the more pressing issue at hand was to figure out what was triggering Byul’s behaviour lately. You hoped it was nothing serious, after all, all you wanted was for the girl to have good memories of her childhood.
You guessed now that your problems were more systematically laid out in front of you, you could only tackle them step by step, feeling a little more hopeful than you were just moments before.
“Okay, okay. I know. I’ll just talk to Taeyong, then I’ll talk to my mom, then I’ll just see how things pan out from there.”
===
Things were going relatively well in the other administrative tasks on your list. You’d managed to book your reservation for Taeyong’s birthday dinner, you’d gotten your mom to finally open your texts, you’d completed your lesson plans for the next week. Things seemed to be falling into place. Or at least… most things.
In the time that you were speeding through your tasks, you hadn’t realised that all this time wasn’t necessarily helping Byul’s (bubbling) pot of emotions.
Taeyong had mentioned it one or two times, how Byul was a lot more clingy towards him recently, but you’d both dismissed it to be her way of showing more affection to her father, you know, since she had a secure attachment to him.
But whenever you were around… it had almost heightened. Byul wasn’t as keen on giving you time alone with Taeyong, nor was she as welcoming of your presence as she was before. Something had definitely shifted, and it was simply a shame that it had taken you so long to realise that it was more than just something to go ‘aww, that’s cute, she’s really such a daddy’s girl, isn’t she?’ at.
You were feeling the full extent of the ‘off’-ness today. Coming into school early for your morning shift, you were sitting at the front of the school doing health checks for the children on a Monday morning.
Greeting the children as usual, you’d greet the parents and make simple conversation as you took the children’s temperature. This time, though, you seemed to be greeted with not-so-welcoming stares and hushed whispers, not to mention the occasional discomfort expressed by some parents through requests for another teacher to do the temperature check instead.
“I don’t need you trying to seduce my husband either,” you heard one of the mothers mutter under their breath as you stood up, their mom-friend snickering behind them.
Frowning, though making sure to maintain your composure in front of the children and parents, you did as they requested, feeling an indescribably shitty feeling take over you.
You didn’t know why it had taken so long to settle in. You knew there were rumours about you and Taeyong floating around for a while now, but the parents hadn’t bitten the bait until now, you supposed. At least, not as strongly.
You could already see it happening, getting called into Ms Jamie’s office and her firing you, getting blacklisted and having rumours following you into whatever school you applied for a job at in the future.
It didn’t help that as you were walking back into the centre, letting Teacher Hana do the temperature checks, Taeyong had spotted you through the windows of the preschool, giving you an innocent wave, holding up a cup of coffee for you to see.
It would’ve been a sweet gesture, if you weren’t already in your head about the parents seeing you and Taeyong interact.
Walking briskly over to the window of your classroom, you tried to be as discreet as you could, pretending to arrange the art displays on the grill as you spoke to him.
“Hey… thanks,” you murmured softly, not feeling able to go any louder than that, “you didn’t have to.”
Taeyong shook his head, using his hand to adjust his tie, “It’s fine, I knew you wouldn’t get one since you usually don’t have time when you’re on morning shift,” he smiled.
Letting him pass you the cup of coffee through the window, you glanced around nervously, seeing one of the parents near the door eyeing Taeyong curiously.
“I need to go, I’ll text you,” you told him quickly, not even letting yourself wait for him to say goodbye before walking away and seeking refuge in the teacher’s resource room.
Thankful to find it empty, you’d set your coffee down there, fishing your locker key from your pocket to unlock your locker, retrieving your laptop from the little wooden compartment and shutting the locker, letting your hand linger on the key a little longer to give you time to calm down, taking your time to step out of the resource room.
Ignoring the stares you were getting from the parents, you shut the door of the resource room behind you, rolling your shoulders back as you gave yourself a mental pep-talk.
Sure, people could say you were running away from your problems, but frankly, there was nothing much you could do about the situation right now, at 7:58 in the morning, you didn’t have time to worry about this now. You had breakfast to serve.
===
The feeling had lingered at the back of your mind till lunchtime, feeling a little annoyed that the spitefulness you detected in the parents’ behaviour was also showing up in Hana’s behaviour. You were thankful your children had managed to distract you from the yucky feelings she was giving you, but you guessed with how obvious she was being, it was only a matter of time before you had to answer to these rumours.
And that time had come sooner than you thought.
You’d been working on your write-ups for the children’s portfolios when you heard quick footsteps coming your way, the unmistakable sound of Ms Jamie’s arrival. Looking up out of curiosity to see who she was looking for, you’d almost felt your heart stop when she’d met your gaze, gesturing to her office.
“Teacher Y/N? My office, please.”
Setting your things down (and taking one last sip of your coffee), you’d followed her in silence to her office, the tension that settled when you had shut the door behind you making you desperately want to escape.
A petite woman, with short cropped hair that was almost fully grey. Ms Jamie had quite the reputation among the staff in the centre. She was rather a no-nonsense woman, precise about the operations, organisation of and the quality of the staff in her centre. You’d heard it since your first day here, ‘Ms Jamie hates it when her staff aren’t in line’.
So, you did what you supposed was the smart thing to do. You submitted your lesson plans on time, did the children’s documentation and prepared their academic portfolio to the best of your ability, and always made sure to produce quality work no matter what it was. Because of that, you managed to avoid butting heads with Ms Jamie in your entire year working here.
Now, however, as she was sitting across from you at her desk, her expression almost void of emotion, you knew she was pissed. So much for one year of star-employee behavior, huh.
“Y/N… I think I’m just going to start by saying how I’ve loved having you work for me for the past year. Though I know you were fulfilling your bond, it's been a really great year working with you, nonetheless… I think I’ve always appreciated your work ethic, and your ability to always stay on task and lead in the projects I've assigned you to. I’m sure you know this, with your recent promotion, and all.”
You nodded along with her, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, leg bouncing anxiously as you anticipated her next words. You could almost hear it already, yeah you’re a senior teacher and whatever, but we think you’re super unprofessional, so you’re fired!’
“I’m just a little concerned by the calls I’ve been getting from some of the parents recently… as well as feedback from Teacher Hana about Byul’s recent behaviour. You know, as an employee I trust you, so I wanted to hear directly from you on whether they were just rumours or whether you are actually… in a romantic relationship with Byul’s father.”
You’d surprised yourself at how calm you were, nodding at her as she continued to tap her fingers absently on her table.
“I understand. I think… there’s no way to beat around the bush for it so,” your gaze was anywhere but hers, flitting from the box of surgical masks for kids to the little container of sweets next to her computer, even to the large scheduler she had splayed across her keyboard.
You could just say it, no big deal. You were stronger than this (You hoped).
“Yes, I’ve been seeing Mr Lee.”
Ms Jamie had gone still at that, her hands halting their tapping as her gaze remained firm, “I understand. How long has this been going on?”
You purse your lips, pressing them into a firm line before biting the inside of your cheek, your hands loosening their grip on each other, “About a year.”
She hummed, taking in a deep breath and letting it out through a long sigh.
“I’m sure you know this, despite your actions, but our school has a very strict policy about parent-teacher relationships We do not condone anything of the sort, for the child’s sake,” she gave you a pointed look, “unfortunately, it seems that you have let this go on longer than it should have,” her tone was disappointed, like how you imagined your mother would’ve sounded scolding you (if only your mother wasn’t a live wire).
“Considering that you are a short time from completing your bond and you have proven yourself to be a very capable teacher, I was initially planning on offering you a permanent position here. However, because of… this, I’m afraid that can no longer happen. I value the reputation of the centre, which your current relationship is affecting. Many parents have expressed concern about conflict of interest for Byul and the other students.”
You stared blankly at her, mulling over her words in your head. You’d originally planned on taking on a permanent position here, doing part-time studies to complete your masters after you were done fulfilling your bond, but Byul was only turning 5 this year, she still had almost one and a half years left before she would graduate.
Sure, there was the option of just quitting and finding another centre to work at, but you already had so much going on for you here, it would be more than difficult for you to just throw all of that away and start over in another centre. Not to mention the pay at this preschool was a lot better than what you would get at the other schools in your city; you knew if you took another job elsewhere, you’d need to get at least one part-time job on the weekend to pay your bills. And if you wanted to do your masters on top of that, it would definitely be too much for you to handle. There was an option to go overseas to do your masters, of course, but that option already spoke for itself.
The cherry on top was that the kids you were teaching were a class that you were supposed to follow to graduation. You would be devastated if you had to leave them halfway (and, of course, pity the children who would have to adjust to their next teacher’s teaching style after getting accustomed to yours).
You didn’t even know why you were considering all of this, even after she’d basically just told you you were getting fired.
“So…” you finally spoke, your previously glazed over eyes now regaining their focus, meeting Ms Jamie’s gaze.
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly feeling dry and your head beginning to ache, “So, basically, my options are to either stop my… relationship, or… quit?”
Ms Jamie wasted no time to give you an affirmative nod, “Somewhat. Y/N, regardless of whether you are working here or not. I hope you understand that this is for the benefit of the child. Byul has recently expressed a lot of distress and confusion about your place in her life. I hope you’re smart enough to know and admit that whatever you’re doing is not good for Byul. The child is confused and upset by your relationship with her father and what that means for her.”
You frowned, did she speak to Byul?
As if reading your mind, Ms Jamie had answered, “I have already spoken to Byul this morning, and these were the sentiments she shared with me. Regardless, I know I have no power over whatever decision you choose to make, but I will say one thing, and that is that you are damaging this child with this relationship of yours, to ask her to welcome you with open arms is expecting too much of her.”
“Teacher Hana has told me she had heard Byul multiple times during activities telling her peers that she did not want a mother, and had mentioned you as that mother figure multiple times.”
If you thought you felt shitty in the morning, now you were feeling really shitty. You’d wanted nothing more than to bury yourself in a hole in the ground and never come back out.
“Discontinuing your employment here is an option you’d rather take to keep your relationship, I know that. But for the sake of the child, Y/N, this relationship has to stop. Regardless of whether you remove yourself from the preschool, if you do not remove yourself from the child’s life, you will continue being their teacher in their head. Her behaviour will not be improved just by your departure from the preschool.”
You knew what she was trying to say. You needed to separate yourself from Taeyong, for Byul’s sake.
“Did you uh… did you speak to Taey-I mean, Byul’s father yet?” you’d dared to ask, unsure what to feel when you were met with the shake of the head.
“We have updated him about Byul’s recent behaviour, but that was when we were still trying to pinpoint the trigger. I thought I'd at least give you some time to discuss the matter personally with her father first.”
How nice of her.
“Okay,” you murmured, your voice sounding more tired than you’d expected, “How much time do I have? To… you know... discuss.”
“I understand you’re busy with preparations for the parent-teacher meeting, so I’ll expect your decision to arrive the week after that. I understand that you still have two months before your contract ends, so depending on your decision, we will discuss things like serving your notice period after that.”
“So… the Monday right after the weekend of the parent-teacher meeting?”
Ms Jamie nodded, “I trust that's enough time for you to have your discussion.”
Today was the 21st of June. The parent-teacher meeting was on the 3rd of July. That was two weeks. Fourteen days. It sure didn’t feel like enough time, but you knew you didn’t have a choice. This whole mess was something you willingly walked into anyway, you were just dumb enough not to have thought about this sooner.
You stood up, giving Ms Jamie a small bow.
“Okay, I’ll make sure to get back to you as soon as I can,” you pressed your lips into a firm line, glancing at her face just as quickly as you averted your gaze, “I’m really sorry, by the way… for all the confusion I caused.”
You heard her sigh.
“Dear, I think we both know it’s not me you should be apologizing to.”
===
“You’re what?!”
His reaction had made your heart sink, triggering your already sensitive state as you felt your throat constrict, the pain sharp and stinging.
Well, thanks for making me feel better, Johnny.
Johnny’s gaze had softened, watching as you kept your head down as you ate your food, poorly hiding the fact that you were on the brink of tears.
“Hey, hey, c’mon, don’t cry,” his tone was immediately gentler, his hand reaching out to take yours, clasping it between his hands and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Take it slow, we’ve got all the time you need to explain what happened, alright?” he insisted, a weak hum of acknowledgement coming from you.
Sniffling, you swallowed your mouthful of food, leaning back to fish in your bag for a packet of tissues, finally finding it but groaning when you saw that there was only one tissue left in the packet.
You wiped at your nose, “I mean, it’s not like I didn’t see it coming, it’s just… I feel so stupid for not thinking about it sooner. I’m a teacher, for God’s sake! And I didn’t even realise how much I was affecting Byul,” you huffed, your tears rolling down far too quickly for your pathetic piece of tissue to handle.
“So, she’s been acting up recently, you know? I don’t know when it started, but it was about more than a week ago,” you began, shutting your eyes tight as you tried your best to regulate your breathing, embarrassed to be crying in the middle of a casual eatery.
Johnny intuitively knew when it started. He remembered the conversation he had with Taeyong around that time, about how happy he was that Byul was open to the idea of you as her mom. Perhaps it had started then.
“But Taeyong and I, we just thought it was her being affectionate. I mean, I’m an idiot, I should’ve realised sooner. It’s so obvious, now that I think about it. She was avoiding me, Johnny,” you frowned, wiping at your nose as you let out a shaky sigh, “When she would come to school, she wouldn’t want to say goodbye to him, she’d just keep crying and clinging to him. She didn’t want me around Taeyong, it’s like she’s scared I’m gonna take him away from her and I feel so bad for… for letting her feel that way.”
Nodding along as he listened patiently to you, Johnny felt his heart ache. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, and he hated every bit of it. It’d been a long time since he’d seen Taeyong so lovestruck, so happy, so… Taeyong, that he knew it would be nothing short of terrible to see him lose that.
“And I know that the right thing to do is to think about Byul and what will make her happy and what’s good for her, but I don’t like it, it feels like shit because it means I can’t…” you pouted, feeling as though you couldn’t get your words out.
“keep Taeyong by your side,” Johnny murmured softly, the look in your eyes showing Johnny that he’d spoken correctly.
“I don’t know,” you huffed, “maybe my mom was right, maybe i’m too young for this. Maybe I just don’t know how to handle myself and now I’m ruining Byul’s life because of that—”
Johnny frowned, “C’mon, don’t say that.”
“How am I supposed to think about a future with him when something like this is all it takes to make me like… this,” you gestured to yourself, hand covering your eyes as you begged yourself to stop crying, “She’s right, Johnny. I’m not in a good enough mental state right now, I have too many things in my mind and it’s just… too much of a mess.”
You tore your gaze away from the placemat to meet Johnny’s sympathetic gaze, “Taeyong doesn’t deserve this… he deserves better. He deserves someone that can actually love him and support him and Byul.”
Johnny shook his head, “That’s not you talking. You think you can convince yourself you don’t love him? Can you even say it? That you don’t love him?”
Your tears seemed to never end, shaking your head, “I love him.”
Johnny glanced at your phone that lit up from a notification.
taeyong
8:12pm -just dropped Byul at my mom’s house, do you want me to come pick u up?-
“He just texted you.”
“Shit,” you wiped harshly at your eyes and cheeks, “I’m supposed to meet him later.”
Johnny’s lips parted in shock, “Well, what are you gonna do?”
You shook your head, hands finding purchase on the strap of your bag.
“I don’t know,” you shut your eyes tightly, opening them and forcing yourself to stop crying, “I know I need to talk to him about it, but I don’t know what he’s gonna say.”
Johnny frowned, a defeated sigh leaving him. As his friend, he hated seeing you like this and knowing there wasn’t much he could do about it.
“You’re not giving him a choice, you know?...” Johnny fiddled with the stem of his wine glass, “you know he’ll choose Byul’s happiness over his no matter what. That’s just how he is.”
You inhaled deeply, already feeling a headache coming on from your crying.
“I know. I don’t want to put him in a position where he has to choose either.”
“Then, aren’t you the one that has to decide?”
Sniffling, you shook your head, “That’s the thing… I have no choice. Everything just points to me breaking up with him.”
Johnny pursed his lips, deep in thought as you focused on getting yourself to calm down.
“Getting Byul to recover won’t be easy, but it won’t be any easier with you around,” Johnny finally spoke, “but you want my honest opinion, right? And I think… what you and Taeyong have together is too good to give up. I think, if you’re patient enough, things will work out in their own way.”
You huffed, “You’re not making this any better, Johnny, you always say this.”
Johnny nodded, “And I’m serious about it, look at my face, does it look like I’m kidding to you? It’ll work out—”
“In the name of love,” you sighed, touching the skin under your eyes that felt tender now.
“Exactly. Now, do you want some eye-drops? Your eyes make you look like you’re super stoned.”
===
“Hey, what happened? Did you drink?” Taeyong giggled upon seeing your face, greeting you with a kiss.
You could only return a weak laugh, wincing at your lack of energy to put on a brave face.
“Your eyes are really red, do you want some eye-drops?” he asked, removing your bag from your shoulder and carrying it as he led you to his room.
Guess Johnny’s eye drops didn’t help.
The sniff you’d let out made Taeyong frown.
“Wait, did something happen? Are these… crying eyes? Or did Johnny lie about bringing you for dinner,” he murmured, leaning closer to you, “Okay, but then again, there’s no smell.”
You huffed, not being able to help your smile as you shook your head. Taeyong set your bag down quickly, taking your hands in his as he searched your gaze.
“Nah, just… tough day at work,” you pressed your lips together tightly, taking in a deep breath in your attempt to steady yourself.
“Okay, how about this. You can go wash up first, then we can watch a movie or something. We’ve got the whole night to make you feel better, alright?”
You nodded, murmuring a small thanks as you felt him let go of your hands, one of his hands moving to the back of your head as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
Coming out of the shower, putting on the spare shirt and shorts you’d left here for days when you slept over, running your hands through your hair with a sigh. You could hear the faint sound of the television coming from the living room, figuring Taeyong was there busy selecting a movie.
As you towel dried your hair, you made your way to sit at the foot of Taeyong’s bed, watching the fish swimming around in his fish tank. What a simple life his fishes had, you were almost envious. Watching them swim had calmed you down, definitely, but that didn’t change the fact that you’d felt heavy, wanting nothing more than to just shut down but you couldn’t.
Stepping out of his room, you saw Taeyong using his phone on the sofa, his legs tucked up to his chest, giving you a soft smile when he saw you.
Getting a glass of water for yourself, Taeyong had tugged your hand gently, prompting you to sit next to him as he wrapped his arm around you, letting you rest your head on his chest as you lay on the sofa together.
Watching whisper of the heart, the two of you were relatively quiet, Taeyong’s hand playing with yours. Though Taeyong could sense that you weren’t paying attention, your usual comments and questions whenever you watched movies together were absent tonight.
“Did you have a good time at dinner with Johnny?” he murmured, earning a hum from you.
“Yeah… was good,” you murmured, earning a hum from Taeyong.
“What happened at work? Anything I can help with?” he asked. You wondered what you’d done to deserve someone like Taeyong, always so thoughtful.
You shifted in your seat, turning around to look at him, almost being able to see yourself in the reflection of his glasses. Reaching your hand out to brush his hair away from where it was falling over his eyes.
“Nah, it’s just… I was feeling a little stressed and stuff… thinking about what my plans are after my bond is over.”
Taeyong’s gaze remained unwavering as he nodded at you, “You said you’d wanted to continue with this job and do your masters part-time, right?”
You nodded, “Yeah, I did… I was just thinking like, you know, what if I didn’t want to continue at this preschool and stuff.”
Humming thoughtfully, Taeyong’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “But, you said yourself, right? The pay there is one of the best in the city.”
You sighed, “Yeah.”
“I mean, maybe if you really wanted to, you could try applying for another job elsewhere? I’m sure Johnny has contacts at a few good ones with good pay. Hmm? See how that goes before you make your decision?”
You let out a groan before you could help yourself, eliciting a burst of laughter from Taeyong.
“Wish I could just take a break from work and go do my masters overseas, or something. But long-distance isn’t something I’d like very much.”
Taeyong grimaced, “Me neither.”
“The distance might do Byul some good, though,” you’d mentioned as casually as you could, earning a dismayed grunt from Taeyong.
“What makes you say that?” he asked, earning a shrug from you, shifting in your seat again so you were sitting upright now, your hand fiddling with his that was resting on your thigh.
You hummed, “I mean, you know, since she’s been acting up recently.”
Taeyong dismissed your worries with a shake of his head, “Don’t say that as if it’s your fault—”
“Okay, but what if it is?” you insisted, hoping Taeyong would get the hint and look past his feelings for you.
Just as quickly, Taeyong had grasped your hand, interlocking your fingers.
“It’s not your fault. We’re partners in this, okay?”
There it was again, the little sparkle of his eyes as he looked at you, somehow managing to dissipate your worries just for that moment, overwhelmed with the feeling as though you could get over this issue, “Whatever it is, we’ll figure out how to help Byul, together. It isn’t something you should feel solely responsible for.”
On the contrary, Ms Jamie and Teacher (BYUL) would definitely beg to differ.
It was almost ironic, all the things you studied about how there were so many factors to consider in a child’s environment that could affect their behaviour. Yet when push comes to shove, people tend to take the easy way out and eliminate the most glaring factor- which in this case was you.
“Y/N,” he called, your thoughts halted as you met his gaze, shocking you when he’d pulled you closer, meeting lips with yours.
You meant it when you said every kiss with Taeyong felt like your first. And you said that because it was like each time, you were reminded of how much love you had for him, as heart-wrenching that reminder was right now.
Pulling away, he’d rest his forehead against yours, his tone gentle and soft, but no less serious.
“I love you, alright?” a small smile played on his lips, “We’ll figure something out, together. I promise.”
“Promise?” you echoed, more out of shock than as a question.
He nodded, “Promise.”
===
“Promise!” Byul stretched her hand far in front of her, her pinky finger sticking out (demanding a promise from Taeyong to get her bread to snack on later on) as Taeyong snapped a quick picture of her on his new film camera, his birthday gift from Johnny.
“Y/N, you’re in the shot, pose!” Taeyong called out, his grin letting you know how happy he was as you posed a few paces behind Byul, Taeyong taking the picture and letting his camera hang from his neck, walking towards Byul with his hand stretched out for her to take.
Taking your own pictures of the flower field, you cast a glance at Taeyong and Byul. The father-daughter pair hand-in-hand as he squatted next to her, pointing at the pond and telling her something about the floating plants in the pond you couldn’t quite catch.
You didn’t mind the fact that Byul had stuck to Taeyong more throughout the morning, you’d expected it, even. But it was alright, as long as Taeyong was having a happy birthday.
Using your phone, you’d taken a photo of the both of them, crouched carefully on the wooden deck as they looked into the pond.
Shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket, you sighed, enjoying the cool air and the smell of the water, the sound of quiet conversation from the people around you.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Taeyong’s voice floated through the air, softer in the sound of the trees rustling with the wind that you almost missed it.
Glancing at him, you gave him a small smile, your eyebrows raising.
“Nothing,” you shrugged, interrupted when Byul had squealed, jumping in shock and steadying herself, calling Taeyong urgently.
“Daddy, did you see that! I think I saw a turtle!”
“Really? Why don’t you try to see if it’s gonna find it’s friends?” Taeyong grinned, turning to you and scrunching his nose.
“She’s really enjoying herself, it was a good idea to bring her here,” he laughed, making you nod, feigning nonchalance.
“Of course, I have enough experience planning field trips.”
Letting out a giggle, Taeyong reached his hand out to grasp yours in his, swinging your hands gently.
“There’s something I wanna show you. But… do you wanna go see the tulip garden first?”
After the tulip garden, Byul was a little quieter, and you knew this was partially because it was time for her nap. Holding her hand as you walked, you frowned as Taeyong had led you to a more secluded part of the garden, a relatively hidden path you noticed not many people would head down, since there weren’t many tulips there.
“Oh my god, I didn’t think it would still be here,” He gushed in excitement, his face practically beaming as he used his free hand to hold yours, dragging you and Byul along to follow him through the path.
Coming out, you noticed that the path had led you to the other side of the pond you were at previously, there was a sea of pebbles and rocks along the edge, but what you’d noticed almost immediately were the stacks of rocks next to the pond.
“The last time I came here was like… after college. I really thought they would’ve done something else to this place by now,” he laughed.
“You built one?” you didn’t even realise you were smiling, the thought of Taeyong here, wondering what he had wished for back then.
Taeyong nodded, scanning the different stacks before he spotted his, the telltale carving on the rock letting him know that that was the stack he had built.
Bending into a squat next to a small stack of rocks, you squat together with Taeyong, little Byul next to him yawning.
“Why are we looking at a rock tower, daddy?”
You giggled, turning to Taeyong, “Care to explain to Byul?”
Taeyong pressed his lips into a firm line, crossing his arms over his chest so his hands touched his shoulders, “When daddy put a rock here, I made a wish. You can make wishes for whatever you want, so daddy made wishes for grandma and grandpa... for great-grandma, for uncle Johnny, for my special Byul."
“Did it come true?” Byul asked, her tiny finger counting the rocks, “One… three… four. You made four wishes. You made so many wishes?”
Taeyong laughed, Byul walking behind him and crawling on his back, trying to wrap her arms around his neck so he could carry her.
Wrapping his arms around her legs, Taeyong straightened up with a grunt, “Wow, Byul, Daddy’s getting weaker, I don’t think I can keep carrying you like this.”
Byul had giggled, shaking her head, her hand touching Taeyong’s cheeks, “No,” she insisted, “you’re strong!”
“Are you tired, Byul?” you’d asked, the girl casting a quick glance to you before averting her gaze, nodding her head, “Oh yeah, Taeyong, Johnny said he could help us look after Byul, you know, let us have some alone time for dinner."
“But before that, should we take a little tea break first? Byul didn’t really eat much for lunch and that was quite a while ago,” you suggested, Taeyong casting one last long look at his stack of rocks before turning to you with a small smile, nodding.
Taeyong felt as though he were living on a cloud, his heart feeling warm at the thought of how you always looked out for Byul like this.
He did think about what you said that day, wondering if he could have triggered Byul’s behaviour by bringing up all the ‘mom’ talk recently. He didn’t want that to strain your relationship with Byul, especially with how stressed you were as it was with worries about the future.
In the midst of his (mild) brooding, Taeyong had barely noticed the waiter that had come up to your table, greeting Byul with a smile.
“What can I get you guys?”
Taeyong perked up, his gaze flickering to the waiter’s name tag (for no reason, it wasn’t like he was going to introduce himself), “Right, uh we’ll just get a chocolate croissant, a scone, an iced americano and a glass of apple juice.”
“The apple juice is for me,” Byul quipped with a smile.
Scribbling your order down quickly, the waiter had turned to you. You gave him a polite smile, unsure what he wanted.
“Is that all? Anything for the mommy?”
Your smile faltered, Byul frowning as she turned to the waiter.
“That’s not my mommy. I don’t have a mommy,” she insisted, her tone harsh and firm.
Quickly intercepting before things could get any more tense, Taeyong shut the menu, handing it to the waiter a little too hard, “Yep, that’s all, thanks.”
Thankful that the waiter had wasted no time in leaving the table, you forced a smile from yourself, dismissing Taeyong when he’d mouthed an apology to you.
It wasn’t like Byul was wrong, you really weren’t her mom. Taeyong, however, didn’t know how to react. Byul’s reaction clearly wasn’t as simple as just correcting the waiter, something unwelcoming about her tone. Then again, maybe it was just all the sass she was adopting in her speech after Baekhyun had visited the apartment that day.
Suppressing the unsettled feeling within you, you’d gone along with the flow of events as planned. After Byul was done with her croissant and you and Taeyong had your share of coffee, Taeyong spent most of the time after that showing Byul the booklet he’d picked up about the different types of plants and flowers in the garden.
Afterwards, you’d offered to drive to drop Byul off at Johnny’s apartment, especially since it would make it easier for you to drive Taeyong to the restaurant afterwards.
Johnny seemed over the moon to see Byul, the young girl practically leaping into her uncle Johnny’s arms (claiming that Johnny was stronger than Taeyong, which wasn’t exactly an inaccurate observation), wishing Taeyong a happy birthday.
Though, you didn’t miss the look he’d given you, a small nod asking if you were alright, which had only made you feel even worse that you had such a huge discussion yet to be had with Taeyong.
Not on his birthday, at least, you didn’t want to ruin the day for him.
Once you were at the beach, you didn’t miss how much more affectionate Taeyong was being with you, rendering you into your giddy, lovestruck mess. Oh, if only your mom could see you now.
“This place is really pretty,” Taeyong remarked as you’d entered the restaurant, letting the waiter lead you to your table outdoors on the second level of the restaurant, overlooking the beach with the prettiest view of the sun setting.
“I’m glad you like it,” you’d relaxed visibly, “I just hope the food is as good as they say it is.”
Taeyong simply smiled, “I’m sure you know what I’d say to that, but I’ll spare you for today.”
You huffed, though unable to stop yourself from smiling. You could already hear it.
‘What matters more to me is the company I get to share it with.’
Once your food had arrived, you were both in a much more relaxed state of mind, enjoying the breeze and the ambience of the place, the sound of the people and the gentle rushing of the water. You figured you needed this just as much as he did.
“Thank you, by the way, for arranging all of this,” he murmured shyly, running a hand through his hair and fiddling with his earrings.
You shook your head, swallowing your food with a wince, “No, seriously, it’s fine. I mean, I know it probably would’ve been better if Byul could join us for dinner but… yeah, really, you don’t have to thank me.”
Something in Taeyong’s gaze had held you captive, unable to process anything other than how pretty he looked in this light.
Taeyong reached his hand out, resting the back of his hand on the tabletop as a silent invitation for you to place your hand in his.
Doing so, he’d used his thumb to gently rub the back of your hand.
“I’m more than happy spending this time with you,” he gave you a soft smile, “I want you to know… I cherish my time with you just as much.”
His words were even prettier.
Flushing, you’d squeezed his hand in your panic, nodding as you brought your glass to your lips to take a sip.
“Honestly? I could get used to this.”
You frowned, gesturing around you with raised eyebrows, eliciting a chuckle from Taeyong.
Shaking his head, he’d smiled, “No, not this, but… this,” he gestured to you and him.
“Like, I don’t know, just… the thought came to me a few times today. You know, seeing you and Byul, spending time with you guys together, just… kind of felt like… nothing was missing.”
Taeyong hummed, “not that anything was missing before, but you get it right? It's like... things were good as they were and I don’t know how to describe it other than things being so much… better with you around.”
You’d tensed, nodding at him, not being able to muster anything other than a hum, your brain immediately doing a run through of your tasks just to give you a reality check.
Resign, apply for a new job… and then?
“I get it, don’t worry,” you reassured him, hating the sour feeling your words left on your tongue. There was really no easy way around your decision, you were realising.
“Anyway, how was the kids’ graduation that day? You met up with Mark and Donghyuck, right?” you asked, the look on Taeyong’s face making you laugh.
“Honestly, I never expected them to be the students I was the most reluctant to see graduate.”
You scrunched your nose up, “Knowing them, I’m pretty sure they’ll still keep in contact with you after graduation.”
“I’m trusting them to do just that, I’m secretly hoping I can get Mark to be Byul’s guitar teacher.”
You cooed at the thought, “That would be so cute, I’m sure she’d love that.”
Sighing, you continued, “They make me feel old sometimes. Thinking about it now, college was pretty fun.”
“You’re not even that old,” he giggled, earning a grunt from you.
“After working in the preschool, it sure feels like I am,” you huffed, “Hey, your college life was pretty wild, right? Johnny always mentions how he’d probably lost five years of his lifespan from all the parties you guys went to.”
Taeyong looked akin to a deer in the headlights, just the faintest hint of embarrassment in the smile on his face as he chewed slowly.
“I mean… wild makes it sound a lot more extreme than it was…”
Seeing the knowing look you gave him, Taeyong huffed, “Fine, let’s just say… I was a very different person in college.”
You had a curious glint in your eyes, your smile making Taeyong curious as to what you knew and what exactly Johnny had told you.
“Do you have pictures? Can you show them to me?”
“Should I be worried that you sound so excited?” his laughter almost doubled, “Anyway, I’m pretty sure Johnny has loads on his instagram.”
“Right, I forgot you don’t have instagram,” you hummed, pulling your phone out to pull up Johnny’s instagram page, scrolling down as quick as you could while Taeyong looked on in disbelief.
“Okay, honestly, I didn’t look that different compared to now,” he offered, your excitement causing your filter to disappear.
“Just as hot?” you laughed, earning a scandalised look from him.
Taeyong’s lips parted, slowly curving into a smile, “You’ve never called me hot before.”
You paused your scrolling, looking up at him, “Really? Never?”
“Never.”
You were already in the 4 years ago range, so you figured you were close.
You laughed, rolling your eyes at how happy he looked, “What a shocking piece of news, Taeyong, your girlfriend thinks you’re hot.”
Ignoring Taeyong’s giggles, you continued to scroll, slower this time, Taeyong let out a sudden grunt, “There’s a video.”
Frowning, you clicked on the video, seeing a rather badly lit video, a few people sitting on a couch and some on the floor, faint music playing in the background.
“Are you in this?” you asked, trying to look at the faces in the video closely so you could identify Taeyong.
Turning on the sound, Taeyong watched with his lip between his teeth, the camera panning from Baekhyun to the sofa, going closer to film the person sitting on the couch.
You had to admit, though you couldn’t see their face, there was a certain aura the person exuded that reminded you of Taeyong. Their dyed dirty blonde hair was messy atop their head, wearing a dark flannel over a white graphic shirt, piercings adorning their ear as they sat there using their phone, lollipop in their mouth.
“Taeyong,” you heard Johnny’s voice call in the video, the boy looking up from typing on his phone to look at Johnny.
“No way, that’s you?” you gasped, your cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling.
Taeyong scoffed, “Why do you sound so shocked? I don’t even look that different!”
Taeyong in the video had taken the lollipop from his mouth, eyes filled with amusement as Johnny had asked what he was busy with on his phone. One thing that stayed the same, you noticed, was his eyes; just as playful and innocent-looking.
“Studying,” Taeyong had answered, the camera slowly moving even closer to Taeyong.
Johnny let out a loud gasp, the video shaking as you heard Johnny burst into laughter, a loud ‘dude!’ escaping him followed by bouts of laughter.
“You’re studying… very hard, I see. Applying your knowledge very wel—”
Taeyong reached out his hand to grab Johnny’s phone and the video ended.
Looking back at Taeyong, he looked a lot more sheepish now, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, “Kind of forgot that was in the video.”
“Do I wanna know what you were doing on your phone? Johnny makes it sound like you were sexting or something.”
You didn’t miss how Taeyong’s eyes had widened, the boy rushing to regain his calm composure, not having expected you to be so spot on.
“... Well,” Taeyong let out a high-pitched hum, making you gasp.
Thinking about it now, you did see what Johnny meant about Taeyong being fairly different from how he was in the past. Based on the stories alone, you noticed that the Taeyong you had come to know was much more controlled, much less reckless. In the time you’ve known him, Taeyong had never pushed you to do things you didn’t want to do (well, unless you both knew it was good for you). He was always understanding, always respectful. You liked that.
Though you could understand why without Taeyong needing to explain it to you. After what happened with Byul’s mother he figured if he was ever going to be so intimate with someone again, to put his trust in someone, he wanted to be really sure that he loved them.
“Now I know why Kun had trouble recognising you,” you laughed, “I mean, you look different now, but it’s not a bad thing.”
“Kun? Your hospital friend?”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “Yeah, you know he went to the same uni as you?”
Taeyong’s eyebrows raised, “Did he?”
Before you could speak, you were interrupted by the waiter who had given you the bill, exchanging a glance with Taeyong.
“Maybe we could head down to the beach for a walk? Since it’s still early.”
You nodded, insisting on footing the bill since it was his birthday, Taeyong taking your hand as you made your way down to the beach.
“Anyway, you were saying just now he went to the same uni as me?” Taeyong asked, earning a nod from you.
“Yeah, he did,” you hummed, a laugh escaping you at the thought, “Pretty sure he didn’t go to a lot of parties, though, so I don’t think you guys would’ve crossed paths much,” you teased.
Taeyong gave you an unamused look, “What’s his last name?”
“Qian.”
Taeyong knew he’d heard that name before, and not from you, but he wasn’t sure if he was remembering correctly.
“He said he was friends with this girl that you uh… you were… buddies with,” you felt him squeeze your hand, a huff of laughter escaping him.
“You don’t have to be shy to say it,” there was a hint of mischief in his tone, “Anyway, I know who he is now.”
You shook your head, “Feels weird to say it.”
Stepping out onto the sand, you and Taeyong had taken your shoes off, finding a spot away from the number of people where you could sit and talk.
Sitting behind you with his legs on either side of yours, Taeyong let his arms wrap around your torso, his head gently resting on your shoulder in a hug, your back pressed against his chest.
“I have something for you,” Taeyong murmured gently, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck, the warmth almost making you shiver.
You turned to look at him, “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way ‘round? You know, I give you a gift on your birthday instead of you giving me something.”
Huffing, Taeyong pressed another kiss to your cheek, his hand rubbing the skin of your forearm.
“Consider it… my birthday present to myself,” he fished in his pocket, pulling out a small palm-sized red box.
Your heart had almost stopped then and there, watching Taeyong open the box to reveal two identical rings. Two overlapping bands, one paved with diamonds and the other being the clean metal. To say they were pretty was an understatement
“Okay, now, don’t laugh at me for saying this but…” Taeyong couldn’t help himself from laughing either, especially when he saw the nervousness in your expression, “No really, I was just thinking about how stressed you were lately with work and all, and I was just talking to Johnny about it and, you know Johnny, right? That thing he always says… about how things will work out…”
“... in the name of love?” you offered, Taeyong’s smile akin to that of a little child.
He nodded, “Yeah, that. I know it’s kind of cheesy but it meant a lot to me ‘cause it just feels like me meeting you was just… felt like things worked out for the best. You know, I more or less threw away the idea of finding another partner when Byul’s mom left but when you showed up it just felt like things were meant to turn out that way.”
“And I wanted these to be something like… something like a promise ring, but a different kind of promise, you know? Like the reminder for us that we’ll support each other and respect each other because we… you know, love each other.”
There you saw it again, that look on his face, in his eyes, the look of a boy who simply wanted to live in love.
And what a blessing it was, to be able to love someone like him.
You nodded, “That’s really sweet of you.”
He smiled, concealing his shyness as you made to take one of the rings, carefully putting it on his index finger.
Taeyong had done the same, something about the delicate way he held your hand, to the way he’d so teasingly brought your hand up to press a kiss to your hand afterwards had made your heart stir.
“Happy birthday, Taeyong.”
He nodded, his hand coming up to touch the side of your face, tilting it slightly so he could press his lips against yours, tilting his head so he could deepen the kiss, his touch gentle but his kiss almost needy. A small sigh left you when you felt his teeth graze ever so slightly against your lower lip, feeling Taeyong smile against your lips.
Taeyong pulled away slowly enough to show reluctance, returning to your previous position, his chin resting on your shoulder, hugging you as his fingers fiddled with your ring.
“Can we stay like this a little longer? Before we head back,” he murmured.
Reaching your other hand behind you, touching the back of his head gently, you heard him sigh.
“Of course we can, we’ll stay here as long as we want.”
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