starter for @wistfulreality
one and a half months old, two emergency room visits, three different prescriptions, and four hours of hojin screaming at the top of his little lungs had haeun at the edge of her rope. although jiho had attempted to comfort and calm her over the phone, it didn’t help. he had to work and nothing would or could change that fact. everyone, including the pediatrician, told her not to worry too much, but with the way things were going, how could she not? this was her precious, and fragile, little one. she couldn’t go through losing another one again.
when the apartment door opens, haeun is still pacing around the living room with hojin in her arms. she doesn’t acknowledge jiho for their son’s wailing. “hojin-ah, please try to sleep. eomma is so sorry.” she coincidentally turns to face him at the door. “i thought you were coming home immediately after work?” her face is begging even though her tone was strained.















