Wow, was Jung being brutally honest. that’s probably the most direct I’ve ever seen him be. It’s refreshing to see Jung having a confrontation that he didn’t stage and be just sincerely angry without trying to manipulate anything. But I think this chapter pretty much kills any hope of Jung and Inho ever “making peace” with each other, because depending on Sul’s reaction to this Jung might just kill Inho.
The conversation between Jung and Inho’s
actually felt like listening to the two very opposite sides of the fandom hahaha, it was amusing.
If Inho really called Sul on purpose to try and break her up with Jung… then he is a major A*hole, he knows Sul is the person Jung cares about the most. Worse of all if that’s true… that’s exactly what Jung has been saying in this chapter. Although it would be an eye for an eye: Inho’s beloved piano for Jung’s beloved girlfriend. I guess it’s only fair? doesn’t mean I like it.
I’m not sure how much of the conversation Sul actually heard but I don’t think Jung’s words would be something to react the way she did, with or without context.
I am only hoping that next chapter gives me Sul confronting Jung about whatever it is that freaked her out, instead of her running away edit: she ran away, pfft. but on the bright side, Jung did run after her. I don’t quite understand what scared her and why she was reminded of the panty thief in this particular situation.
been extremely quiet in the car, not at all like his usual animated self.
Normally she would never be able to get a word in whenever she’d pick him up
from school, he’d be chewing her ear off, telling tales of his day from the
moment he made his way across the playground to her until they sat down for
dinner. Today though, something was off with her boy.
watched him as he twirled his little fork through the mound of spaghetti on his
plate, it was his favorite, her bolognaise sauce a frequent request of his and
it was always more cheese please Mama! Tonight
though, it lay hardly touched and cooling. Her brow furrowed at the sight of
the sadness on his face, his little pout tugging at her heartstrings and
causing her to ask “did something happen at school today Henry?”
little eyes shot up to look at her at that, something there that she couldn’t
quite decipher, didn’t have enough time to even try before he was looking back
down to his food once more with a small shrug and a “no mama” that sounded more
dejected than it was convincing. She’d allow him the moment though, would ask
him one more time before bedtime, knowing that if something truly was wrong
then he’d tell her before the night was out.
gave him one last glance over, a small smile at the sight of him, his mere
presence in her life still such a marvel to her, before she was asking “not
hungry tonight huh?” and it was a Friday meaning that he’d have been having his
sweet treat day at school and tomorrow morning would bring more strawberry
pancakes than he’d be able to eat so for tonight, she’d allow him to skip
dinner if he so wished.
the shake of his head, eyes still downcast as he placed his fork upon his plate
and pushed it towards her, she stood and grabbed both of their dishes, making
sure to lean down and place a tender lingering kiss to his head before moving
to the kitchen, shouting while still in earshot “go pick your bubbles for bath
time little man.” And though his responding okay
mama was lacking in the usual enthusiasm, she heard him pad from the dining
room and begin his ascent upstairs.
loved him like this, warm, soft and fragrant from his bath. He’d picked the
Spiderman bubble bath (no surprise there) which carried undertones of vanilla
that had her hugging him a little tighter when he climbed out from underneath
the covers and onto her lap, his arms coming to wrap around her neck as he lay
his head upon her shoulder, her little boy.
stroked a soothing hand up and down his back, enjoying the softness of the
cotton pyjama top she had placed him in and making a mental note to buy more
fabric softener during their trip to the store tomorrow before she asked “you
want to tell me what happened today sweetheart?” she shifted him down and onto
her lap fully, moving a hand to hold his head to her chest when he nodded.
waited him out, dropping her lips to linger on his forehead as chubby fingers
moved up to play with the hair that had fallen forward with her movement. He
loved playing with her hair, it soothed him, had done since he was a baby and
she couldn’t help but adore the extra contact with her son, the subtle
affection that he gave her without really registering it.
said you’re not my real Mama cause I’m dopted.”
had been rocking them very gently from side to side, hoping to ease whatever
worries rested upon his poor little mind but she stilled completely at that.
Henry had known, from the moment he was old enough to understand, just where he
had come from, she’d told him so herself, had shown him the pictures of the day
she’d brought him home and it had never bothered him before…did it now? “And…what
did you say Henry?”
was still looking down at him, watched the way his brow furrowed as he tried to
recall his own words. Her heart was pounding within her chest though she needn’t
have worried for he replied simply “that it doesn’t matter if I came from your
tummy or not” it was the very same thing she’d told him that first day when she’d
explained everything and it had tears welling in her eyes as her heart swelled
with love for the little child in her arms, “I love you and you love me so that’s
all that counts.”
tear fell from each eye as she pressed her lips back to his forehead, his head
to her chest and began rocking them gently again as she managed to tell him “that’s
right my little prince.”
was quiet for another long moment before Henry was asking “will you sing me to
sleep Mama?” and it seemed that was that for now and so she laughed softly into
his hair, told him “of course I will
sweetheart” and sang her little boy to sleep, holding him within the warmth
of her arms and her love.