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writetomyheart2016-03-27 10:27 pm
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[TEAM FOUR] 天下无双
This is unfinished.
Side story to this but a quick summary of the fic:
- Seunghoon and Seungyoon are brothers
- Seunghoon and Joonmyun are married and Narae is their daughter. so,
- Narae is Seungyoon's niece.
“They say home is where the heart is, and our hearts have found a home in each other.”
As heart-warming as the words are, Seungyoon can’t help but laugh whenever his eyes catch sight of Joonmyun’s scrawl at the bottom of the polaroid. It was almost an impossible mission trying to squeeze five faces into the tiny space of the polaroid, taking them a dozen tries before Seunghoon’s long arm and timely finger managed to capture their happy grins in the perfect moment.
Just one polaroid, taken on Narae’s fourth birthday, occupies the white wall in front of his work space but already, Seungyoon can see the many captures of happiness and joy brightening the space and lifting his heart when life is so determined to pull him down under the overarching blanket of monotonous resignation.
The tinkle of the apartment’s electronic lock signals the return of his two favourite persons in the world and he pads out into the living room, expecting to hear the shrills of his niece and her cheery grins. But the worried creases of Mino’s frown are enough to raise all the warning alarms in his head before his breath is knocked out by the sight of Narae’s tear-stained cheeks and her tiny petite frame wrecked by sobs and hiccups.
His hands are already stretching out to hold the little girl in his arms, his thumbs wiping tears away and yet they keep coming, rolling down her plump cheeks as pitiful sobbing pours through her cherry lips.
He has seen many children crying in his music classes, spoiled brats who whined and threw a tantrum when they couldn’t get their way but this isn’t just any random child in his music class. This is Kim Narae, an angel who has brought much joy and delight into his life, ever since his brother and Joonmyun came back to Korea with their daughter, and the agonizing pain of his heart seems to surge with every second spent holding her.
Is this what being a father feels like? All the constant worries, fears and the guilt of not being able to protect the ones he loves? Yet, he knows that whatever he’s feeling right now isn’t even a comparable fraction of what Seunghoon and Joonmyun go through every day.
“She was already crying when I went to pick her up at the kindergarten. Miss Yoo wasn’t sure what happened too and even my bribes of rainbow jellies aren’t enough to stop her crying.”
Mino’s soft and low voice barely veils the helplessness of seeing someone he loves and cares for deeply in such agony, and as much as it tears at the seams of Seungyoon’s heart just a little more, he can’t deny that it is a reflection of his own too, hidden behind calm eyes and a pretence of firm determination. It is probably futile to wish that Seunghoon and Joonmyun aren’t so far away right now, too late for regrets that he hadn’t asked for a fool proof way to handle Narae’s tantrums and the occasional water of tears, just before they left for Sweden.
“Fathers are made, not born.” This was the infuriating and simplistic saying Seunghoon always declares (with a casual shrug of slender shoulders) whenever he confesses his qualms as to whether he will ever be prepared enough or whether he would be a father good enough for their future child (that is if Mino and him decide to adopt one). The same words rise to the top of his thoughts, as if they are supposed to be a mental helpline from his brother but Seungyoon doubts that they are of much help, nor do they calm his growing anxiety at this moment.
Large hands that move across blueprints of huge houses, filling in intricate details with the precision of careful calculations and creativity backing each pencil stroke - they are the same large hands that would have intimidated anyone else; instead they gently comb through Narae’s long curls and softly sweeps her fringe away from her damp forehead. At the sight of Mino’s quiet attempts to smooth away whatever unhappiness crowding the little girl’s heart, Seungyoon is struck by the realization of something that he never allowed the chance to worm its way into his heart, even if he has heard Seunghoon and Joonmyun comment about offhandedly, even if it’s a fact that he has already acknowledged in his mind.
The realization doesn’t shake him to his core, as a horrible revelation would do, but it slowly courses through his blood, chasing away the cold dread in his guts and warming him from the depth of his heart.
One thing he is sure of now: Mino is going to be a great father. For all his own doubts and fears, Seungyoon is more than glad and thankful that he has Song Mino to accompany him through the rest of their lives as they figure out their future together. There’s a lot of possibilities waiting to unravel in the mist of uncertainty, probably more bad than good but that is enough, to grasp tightly Mino’s large hand in his hand, to build a small home of two (or three, maybe four) with that one person he can no longer imagine a future without.
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Side story to this but a quick summary of the fic:
- Seunghoon and Seungyoon are brothers
- Seunghoon and Joonmyun are married and Narae is their daughter. so,
- Narae is Seungyoon's niece.
“They say home is where the heart is, and our hearts have found a home in each other.”
As heart-warming as the words are, Seungyoon can’t help but laugh whenever his eyes catch sight of Joonmyun’s scrawl at the bottom of the polaroid. It was almost an impossible mission trying to squeeze five faces into the tiny space of the polaroid, taking them a dozen tries before Seunghoon’s long arm and timely finger managed to capture their happy grins in the perfect moment.
Just one polaroid, taken on Narae’s fourth birthday, occupies the white wall in front of his work space but already, Seungyoon can see the many captures of happiness and joy brightening the space and lifting his heart when life is so determined to pull him down under the overarching blanket of monotonous resignation.
The tinkle of the apartment’s electronic lock signals the return of his two favourite persons in the world and he pads out into the living room, expecting to hear the shrills of his niece and her cheery grins. But the worried creases of Mino’s frown are enough to raise all the warning alarms in his head before his breath is knocked out by the sight of Narae’s tear-stained cheeks and her tiny petite frame wrecked by sobs and hiccups.
His hands are already stretching out to hold the little girl in his arms, his thumbs wiping tears away and yet they keep coming, rolling down her plump cheeks as pitiful sobbing pours through her cherry lips.
He has seen many children crying in his music classes, spoiled brats who whined and threw a tantrum when they couldn’t get their way but this isn’t just any random child in his music class. This is Kim Narae, an angel who has brought much joy and delight into his life, ever since his brother and Joonmyun came back to Korea with their daughter, and the agonizing pain of his heart seems to surge with every second spent holding her.
Is this what being a father feels like? All the constant worries, fears and the guilt of not being able to protect the ones he loves? Yet, he knows that whatever he’s feeling right now isn’t even a comparable fraction of what Seunghoon and Joonmyun go through every day.
“She was already crying when I went to pick her up at the kindergarten. Miss Yoo wasn’t sure what happened too and even my bribes of rainbow jellies aren’t enough to stop her crying.”
Mino’s soft and low voice barely veils the helplessness of seeing someone he loves and cares for deeply in such agony, and as much as it tears at the seams of Seungyoon’s heart just a little more, he can’t deny that it is a reflection of his own too, hidden behind calm eyes and a pretence of firm determination. It is probably futile to wish that Seunghoon and Joonmyun aren’t so far away right now, too late for regrets that he hadn’t asked for a fool proof way to handle Narae’s tantrums and the occasional water of tears, just before they left for Sweden.
“Fathers are made, not born.” This was the infuriating and simplistic saying Seunghoon always declares (with a casual shrug of slender shoulders) whenever he confesses his qualms as to whether he will ever be prepared enough or whether he would be a father good enough for their future child (that is if Mino and him decide to adopt one). The same words rise to the top of his thoughts, as if they are supposed to be a mental helpline from his brother but Seungyoon doubts that they are of much help, nor do they calm his growing anxiety at this moment.
Large hands that move across blueprints of huge houses, filling in intricate details with the precision of careful calculations and creativity backing each pencil stroke - they are the same large hands that would have intimidated anyone else; instead they gently comb through Narae’s long curls and softly sweeps her fringe away from her damp forehead. At the sight of Mino’s quiet attempts to smooth away whatever unhappiness crowding the little girl’s heart, Seungyoon is struck by the realization of something that he never allowed the chance to worm its way into his heart, even if he has heard Seunghoon and Joonmyun comment about offhandedly, even if it’s a fact that he has already acknowledged in his mind.
The realization doesn’t shake him to his core, as a horrible revelation would do, but it slowly courses through his blood, chasing away the cold dread in his guts and warming him from the depth of his heart.
One thing he is sure of now: Mino is going to be a great father. For all his own doubts and fears, Seungyoon is more than glad and thankful that he has Song Mino to accompany him through the rest of their lives as they figure out their future together. There’s a lot of possibilities waiting to unravel in the mist of uncertainty, probably more bad than good but that is enough, to grasp tightly Mino’s large hand in his hand, to build a small home of two (or three, maybe four) with that one person he can no longer imagine a future without.
bluedreaming, you're next ^_^