πΰ§ hii ! my name is aribah . call me any nickname you want tbh :) . i first found out about shifting in 2022 . i've had multiple accounts on tiktok that i have been deleting and restarting since 2023 . I'm pretty new to blogging and tumblr .
πΰ§ my birthday is january 19 ! . I am a minor and idc, I will be talking abt sex and etc . I was born and raised in pakistan before moving to uk . infp . cabin 10 !!! . slytherin / ravenclaw . eldest daughter/child
name origin : yuki + ri + i + z = yukiriiz
YUKI ( γ¦γ / γγ ) japanese word for ' snow ' & RI is shortened ver of my name ( aribah )
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mom: hi, honey.
mom: when are you coming to visit us?
yn: mom!!
yn: sunghoon has a work trip tomorrow in busan so i think i can either tag along or drive there with hyunwoo.
yn: but iβll have to ask him first. iβll let you know!
you hit send, smiling as your heart already pictured your parentsβ faces lighting up when they see their daughter and grandson.Β
the front door swung open just as you placed your phone down, the familiar thud of sunghoonβs shoes filled the entryway.
βhoonie!β you called, wiping your hands on the towel. you heard your two-year-old son wobbling and giggling in his socksβcame toddling around the corner from the playroom, arms raised high.Β
sunghoonβs tired laugh drifted in from the hallway as he placed his bag down by the console table. βhyunwoo!β he scooped his son up with one arm, the other already loosening his tie. hyunwoo giggled childishly and planted a kiss on his daddyβs cheek, wrapping his tiny arms around sunghoonβs neck.
sunghoon padded into the kitchen where his wife was cookingβsimmering the beef broth.Β
βyouβre early today,β you hummed, teasing, glancing over your shoulder. sunghoon nodded, smoothly wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you gently back against his chest. his other hand still rested under hyunwooβs legs, the little boy tucked comfortably in his grasp, head resting on his fatherβs shoulder.Β
βyeahβmissed my wifey so much,β he murmured against your temple, voice low and tired. he leaned in to press a soft kiss against your cheek, deep and loving. you smiled and giggled when your husband nuzzled into your neck, leaning into him. βi missed you too, hoonie.βΒ
your heart softened, fingers pausing over the ladle.Β
βdinnerβs almost ready,β you smiled, humming. βi made your favourite~βΒ
βgosh, youβre just so perfect.βΒ
he lingered like that for a moment as you turned off the kitchen heat, steam rising from the pot. hyunwoo babbling softly against his daddyβs shoulder.
dinner was as usual.
hyunwoo sat in his booster seat, swinging his little feet while you spoon-fed him small pieces of beef and softened carrots. sunghoon sat across from you, sleeves rolled up, occasionally having to wipe his little boyβs mouth.Β
the tv behind played quietly in the backgroundβa news segment neither of you were really listening to.
the beef broth was rich, the meat was tenderβfilling the house with warmth, and sunghoon hummed his approval after the spoonful, the corners of his mouth curling softly.
βgood as always, hun,β he murmured, nudging your foot playfully beneath the table.
you smiled shyly, heart swelling in that familiar way when the three of you were together like this every dinner. you set your chopsticks down gently, wiping hyunwooβs chin with a napkin before speakingβ¦
βbaby?β you said lightly, glancing up at sunghoon as he sipped his water.
he hummed, glancing at you.Β
βabout your busan trip tomorrowβ¦β you muttered, nipping your tongue out to wet your lips. sunghoon hummed again in acknowledgement, placing the cup down with a soft thud. you smiled, reaching over to hold his hand over the table. βi was thinkingβ¦ maybe hyunwoo and i could tag along? or maybe after you go, iβll drive down to see my parents? itβs been a while. theyβre missing him.β
for a second, nothing.
sunghoonβs thumb brushed over your knuckles onceβabsent, mechanicalβbefore he gently slid his hand out from yours. he leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly, his gaze lowered to the table.Β
βwhat?β
you blinked, smile faltering. βitβs just for a day,β you tried, softer this time, almost pleading. βiβll drive carefully. iβll text you when we get there and when we leave. you know the routeβs safe. iβve done it before, you have me on airtag.β
sunghoonβs jaw tightened, though his expression stayed gentle.
βwith hyunwoo in the car?β he asked, tilting his head. βon your own?β
the words made you hesitate, feeling yourself smaller in your seat. you didnβt reply.
βbaby,β he sighed after a while, standing slowly and collecting the empty dishes, βthink about what youβre saying.β next to you, hyunwoo babbled something incoherent, clapping his hands.
you were quick to rise on your feet, stepping around the table to follow sunghoon to the sink. the words tangled in your throat, but you forced them out before you lost your chance. βokay. i just thought iβd ask,β you said, quieter now as you trailed behind your husband, holding the hem of his shirt.
sunghoon paused, his back to you as he rinsed the bowls. his shoulders rose and fell with a slow, deep breath. then, he placed the plates gently on the drying rack, wiped his hands on the dish towel, before finally turned to face you.
βlove,β he stepped forward, brushing a strand of your hair with his slightly damp fingers. βiβm just worried about you and hyunwooβs safety. the highwayβs dangerousβyou know that. do you wanna leave me alone in this world?β his voice cracked like it hurts him too.
you quickly shook your head, leaning into sunghoonβs hand on your cheek. βof course notβ¦β
sunghoon nodded satisfactorily, smiling. his thumb brushed the apple of your cheek. βhyunwoo can always facetime them. i love you.β
βi love you too.β
yn: not this week mom :(Β
yn: not safe to drive hyunwoo just by myself.
mom: ohβ¦
mom: i understand, sweetie.
ββ
the last time you saw your parentsβwas probably last year during hyunwooβs first birthday. you remembered how your dad lifted hyunwoo up with trembling hands, how your mom fussed over the cake she baked, how their laughter filled their tiny living room that it felt like you were seventeen again.
since then, it has been quiet.
christmas, chuseok, seollalβyou spent them all at sunghoonβs parentsβ house instead. closer, easier, less tiring, safer for both hyunwoo and you.Β
thatβs what sunghoon said and since that was trueβnot having to drive up to five hours without the traffic jam just to get to your parents houseβyou didnβt argue. the city where sunghoonβs parents lived also didnβt have hills and open lakes that could be dangerous for hyunwoolβwhoβs still learning how to run without falling, still curious enough to chase birds and squirrels. sunghoon was just being careful. anything could happen.
but each time you think about visiting your parentsβ¦Β
something happened.
once, you woke up to find the car tire flat. sunghoon crouched by the driveway, wiping his sweat from his brow as he replaced it himself. βdonβt worry about the trip, love. just rest today. tell your parents, theyβll understand.β
another time, you couldnβt find the house keys and sunghoon was on a work trip. you couldnβt even leave the house. you searched for hours, tearing apart bags after bags, pockets after pocketsβonly to find them days later in the laundry basket. βyouβve been so forgetful lately,β sunghoon teased gently, kissing your temple. βi think you need to slow down.β
and then thereβs the unavoidableβweather.
sunghoon was the one who offered to visit your parents. βshould we take a drive this weekend? momβs probably missing you.β he said, brushing hyunwooβs hair back. your heart would lift, light and hopeful, and youβd start to pack hyunwooβs bags with snacks and toys.
but then saturday rolled aroundβand the sky darkened and heavy with clouds. a storm warning would flash across your phone screen.Β
sunghoon would sigh, setting his mug down with a soft clink. βlooks bad out thereβ¦ dangerous to drive through the hills. letβs wait for next week, love.β
how could you argue with that?
next week never came.
ββ
sunghoon never really had any personal problems with your parents.Β
they were fine. polite enough. a little too nosy, maybe. a little too involved.Β
but fineβnonetheless. nothing too bad.
the problem was you.Β
the problem was the way your face lit up whenever their names popped up on your phone. the stars and galaxies in your eyes when they called. the way your voice softened when you talked about your childhood, your home.
home.Β
as if sunghoon, hyunwoo, this expensive condo, this city, wasnβt your home now.
sunghoon wouldnβt call it jealousy. he knows the relationship and love that he has with you is entirely different from what you have with your parents. something deeper. more consuming. what you have with your parents is simple. they raised you. protected you.
but with sunghoon? he chose you. and you chose him.Β
that was different. that meant something greater.
and then, like clockwork, heβd check the weather days beforehand before initiating to go to your parents house because he believed that stupid forecast app more than trusting the idea of letting you out of his sight.
because as long as you stayed here, in this house, in his armsβhe could breathe easy. you didnβt need anyone else.Β
just him. and hyunwoo.
thatβs enough.
it has to be.Β
ββ
it had been weeks of soft excuses and cancelled plans. each time your parents called, their voices got smaller. always asking for your availability. always asking to see hyunwoo over facetime and saying how they want to pinch his chubby cheeks. always telling you to visit themβthey havenβt seen their pretty little daughterβs face for so long.
they joked they might forget how you look like.Β
βjust for the weekend,β your mom pleaded over the phone. you could almost hear the desperation dripping like honey from her voice. βweβll come over if you canβt make it. your dadβs fine to drive, we promise!βΒ
the way she said itβlike she missed her daughter so much it was hurting her physicallyβthat made something snap in your chest.
so that night, once again, when sunghoon sat beside you on the couch watching the tv, you gathered your courage.
βhoonie?β you started softly, almost a whisper.
you shifted closer, curling your legs beneath you, and rested your head against his shoulder. your fingers found his free hand resting on his lap and laced themselves between his.Β
sunghoon hummed in acknowledgement and his eyes fell on you, a lazy smile tugging faintly at the corner of his lips. you gave his hand a little squeeze, tilting your face to brush your lips against his jaw. ββm so proud of my hardworking husband,β you whispered against his skin, voice soft and warm.
his smile deepend. βyeah?β his arm slid around your waist, pulling you a little closer. βi donβt hear that enough.βΒ
you laughed under your breath, pressing another kiss beneath his ear. βmaybe iβll remind you a lot of that tonight,βΒ
sunghoon already puts hyunwoo to bed.
that got his attention. sunghoonβs grip tightened slightly in your hip, his voice dropping lower as his attention now was fully on you. βoh yeah?β he murmured, leaning closer, breath brushing against your cheek as he planted wet kisses on your skin.Β
you giggled, brushing your nose against his.
and for a second, his eyes darkened, hungryβhe had been working extra hard lately, climbing the hierarchy so fastβbut he supposed he could work harder tonight for you.Β
this was his reward. his peace. sunghoon felt himself growing hotter and harder, itβs itching him.
perfect.
but thatβs when you softened your voice further, sweet and light.
β...maybe after we talk about visiting my parents this weekend?βΒ
it happened in an instant.
sunghoonβs body went still. tense beneath your touch, like a wire pulled tight. his jaw ticked, fingers froze at your waist, the warmth gone from his touch along with that look in his eyesβsoft and needing just moments agoβflattened.
he pulled back instantly, eyebrows furrowed with that annoyed, confused crease in the middle. sunghoon shook his head, letting out a dry scoff in disbelief. βwowβyouβre unbelievable,β he muttered, voice low, but the bite in it was sharp. he sat back against the ouch, creating distance, his arm slipping from your waist like the weight of you suddenly tired him out.
you blinked, confused. βhoonieββ
βso this was justβwhat? sweet talk to get your way?β he let out a hollow laugh, running a hand through his hair in frustration, the mood completely shattered. heβs no longer feeling it tonightβthe thought of your parentsβfuck, it pissed him off so fucking bad. βkisses first, then the favour, then we fuck? cute, love, real fucking cute.β
your chest tightened. that wasnβt how you meant it.Β
βno, noββ you shook your head, reaching for his hand again. βi wasnβtβi was justβi thought itβd be nice, for hyunwoo to see his grandparents. thatβs all. i missed them. i missed home. i missedβ¦β your voice faltered.
his jaw clenched, and for a second, his eyes softenedβnot with affection, but exhaustion. he didnβt answer. he didnβt pull his hand away and you rushed to fill the silence, words tumbling too fast in hopes that he could see the desperation in your eyes and pity you.Β
βjust for one nightβor no, just visiting. iβll drive. you can rest the whole way, i promise. iβll pack everything, iβll handle hyunwooβs naps and food, you wonβt have to lift a finger, babe, i promise.βΒ
still, he said nothing.
instead, sunghoon sighed quietly, lowering his head and rubbing his temples like the weight of the world rested there. like itβs so fucking hard for him to sayβyeah, youβre right. we havenβt been to your parentsβmy in-lawsβhouse for a while nowβ¦Β
βyou think i donβt want you to be happy,β his voice came out quiet like heβs explaining something simple to a child. to hyunwoo. βyou think i donβt want hyunwoo to see his grandparents?βΒ
your heart dropped. no, noβthis was getting far from what you were trying to say. βthatβs not what i meaββ
βi work all week,β he continued softly, shaking his head. βi miss breakfast, i miss telling bedtime stories to hyunwoo, i miss you. especially you,β he emphasised, but not looking at you. wetting his lips as he threw his head back against the couch. βand the one weekend i thought i could finally restβfinally breathe, spend the night with you, spend the morning with my familyβyouβre planning to be somewhere else.β
your chest tightened painfully.
βthatβs not fair,β you whispered, the only child brattiness behaviour in your kicking.Β
but his tired smile cut through you. βlifeβs not fair, love. but i still do everything i can for this family so you and hyunwoo can live lavishly,β he gently untangled his hand from yours, brushing his thumb, affectionately, against the apple of your cheek before standing.
βif you want to go so badly, just go,β he said, his tone strangely calm. βtake hyunwoo. leave me out of it and have a nice weekend.β
and before you could stopβargue with himβ, your husband left the room, his footsteps fading down the hall, leaving you with nothing but your guilt and frustration.Β
the room felt colder after he left.Β
you sat there, alone, the low hum of the tv from what he last watched filling the emptiness between your thoughts. your chest tightened as the tears finally spilled over before you knew it.Β
you didnβt mean to hurt him or make him feel like he wasnβt enough. you didnβt mean to initiate somethingβintimateβjust to get your way.Β
you just wanted to go home with your little family.Β
but everytime you brought up your parents, it felt like you were tearing a piece of your life away from this home, from sunghoonβfrom everything youβd built together.Β
were you selfish for wanting both?
you wiped your face, sniffing quietly.
βitβs just a visit,β you sobbed softly, using your sleeves to wipe your tears. βitβs just one weekend.β you whispered to yourself.Β
but then you remembered how tired sunghoon looked. how late he went to sleep, how early he woke upβand made you and hyunwoo breakfast without you asking him toβ because thatβs your job. as a wife.
you thought about how much he worked, how much he cared, how much he gave up for you and hyunwoo.
did he ever ask for anything in return? no.
he only ever asked you to sit and stay at home like his pretty little wife. keep him, yourself, and hyunwoo fed, clean, and happy. greet him at the door with a smile and a kiss. make this house lovely when the world outside wore him down. warm the bed for when he needs you under him.
it wasnβt much.Β
you didnβt have a jobβbecause he asked you to not have one. sunghoonβs the husband, heβs the provider. you didnβt bring in money. he did. you didnβt pay the bills or pay the car or deal with taxes or have to think about anything at all.Β
sunghoon just wanted peace and for you to stay at home.
and yet, you couldnβt give him that.
maybe it was selfish of you to still long for your old home, when this was your home now.Β
you wiped your eyes with trembling fingersβletβs apologise.Β
apologise and make up for what you ruined earlierβreminded him that you were his as much as he was yours. touched him the way he liked. make him feel like heβs the only man for youβthe only man youβll ever need.Β
the only family memberβalongside hyunwooβwho truly mattered now.Β
and never mentioned your parents again.
yn: are you sleeping?
yn: i canβt visit this weekend :(Β
yn: hyunwoo has a camp this weekend at school.
yn: but whenever i can, iβll let you know so you donβt have to remind me all the timeΒ hehe.
yn: i love you and dad always.
yn: goodnight mom.
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