Chapter 9 - Seungcheol's PoV

All the way home, my mom often calls me to let me know about Mingyu's current condition, and every time she calls, she also tells me that she's still can't get in contact with Jeonghan, his phone is still inactive.

There're so much worries and fears creeping up in my mind. I often hear my colleagues's stories of them who had to divorce with their wife, who were far younger than them, because their wives cheated on them with someone younger than them.

Logically, my fear is reasonable. Jeonghan is still really young, of course he still wants to have fun. Moreover he's a really beautiful person. If someday he decides to leave me for someone better, I can't do anything. But I think, my life will be empty without him.

He's the one who gives a second chance for me to live. After Doyoon's death, I lived like a robot. My mom took care of Mingyu, because I couldn't bear to do it. Every time I see Mingyu I always reminded about Doyoon.

But when Jeonghan came into my life, I finally realized how precious Mingyu is. My guilt for having ignored Mingyu slowly faded by Jeonghan telling me constantly about Mingyu's development and growth, and he always involve me in Mingyu's daily activities.

"Hello mom?"

"Mingyu is shivering, he keeps calling Jeonghan in his sleep. Where is that wife of yours? His son is sick but he's just loafing around. What kind of mother is that?!!"

"..." I can't give a proper response to that. Jeonghan has gone too far this time. He just neglected his promise to be by Mingyu's side forever, protect him and love him as his own son.

I hang up the phone and try to call Jeonghan. When the operator says my wife's phone is inactive, that's when I lose control.

Enough Jeonghan-ah, this time you really have gone too far!

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I lock my car and rush into the house. It's so dark. Only the lamps in Mingyu's room and the kitchen are on.

From Mingyu's door I see my mom and Jeonghan on each side of Mingyu's bed. There my son lays limp. He's slightly wheezing and soft whimpers faintly escape his lips. And Jeonghan, still in the same clothes he wore this morning. So he also just arrived? This late? Where was he this whole day?

After asking Mingyu's condition to my mom, I walk towards my wife. Seeing him dressed in this morning's clothes, remembering what seungkwan just told me that their class was canceled in the morning, he whose phone was inactive when Mingyu needed him the most, and moreover he is pregnant right now without me knowing his whereabouts this whole day, I'm so disappointed. Really.

I take his arms, and slightly drag him to our bedroom. There are so many things that I want to talk about with him.

Jeonghan's pace is really slow. I turn my head to tell him to walk faster, but then I see him cups his hand on his stomach, as if protecting our baby inside.

I just realized that my grip was too tight that it leaves mark on his arm. A brief feeling of guilt makes me slightly loosen my hand around him.

Once we're in our room, I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to calm myself down and putting up the right words. Suddenly I feel his hands on my neck. He helps me with my tie and fixes my messy hair. Then he easily says sorry.

Seeing my wife acting ordinarily, as if he doesn't feel guilty about what happens today, disappointment, anger, fear, worry, all raging in my head. And that's when I throw those words at my wife, the last thing I wish coming out of my mouth, "WHAT AN INCAPABLE WIFE!!"

Another curses and insults follow after. Everything that mother said to him, all my disappointment, I shout it out to him. I must look like I'm being possessed by a demon. I see Jeonghan slowly takes a step back. His face reddens for holding back his cries. But one by one tear starts leaking out.

My ears that buzzed for anger, slowly catch what my wife is trying to say.

"........But just so you know, I love Mingyu more than I do to myself."

That's when my heart's open, I realize I just hurt my wife. His tears, his trembling body, make me feel like I'm a loser. The wife I made a vow with in front of God, a vow to always make him happy, is hurt because of me.

I immediately get up from the bed, I want to hold his fragile body, but he rejects my touch. He prefers to run from me, the husband who just hurt him. Oh God, what did I just do?!!

END OF CHAPTER 9