hi! you my dear, honey-bunch sugar plum fuzzy wuzzy munchkin, this is the part two of day seven. xoxo, nick ♥

— ACT II

DAY 7 : FAMILY

you're mine and mine only.

the words echoed inside jeongguk's head as the message he had read continued to annoy the hell out of him. words popping out of nowhere, clearly imagining the way that man could've spoken and uttered the threatening words, he couldn't help but grit his teeth in frustration. clicking his tongue for the umpteenth time, his gaze lingered on the blue-haired man seated on the leader chair as the said aqua haired man had a sour look painted on his face.

"would you care to explain to me why someone like him is released from the fucking prison?!"

the man who was recently typing on his keyboard tapped the last key with such intensity as the letter almost popped out of the hardware. "for fuck's sake, calm down. i didn't want him leaving the prison too, jeongguk!"

jeongguk wasn't convinced as he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, "then, fucking enlighten me how the hell this happened? how was he released? how the hell was he able to have a contact of my wife? how the hell did he get in our lives once again!? it's been almost eight years! eight fucking years till he was gone and now. now, you expect me to be all flowery and unicorns the moment he gives my wife a message that humorlessly says, 'hi, i'm back bitches!' well then fuck you, i tell you"

the man carded a hand on his hair before he let out an exasperated sigh, "look fucking jeongguk, it wasn't me! he's not under my surveillance and even if i fucking want the piece of shit out of the picture in you and jiho's life, that prick is not in my power! we both fucking know how i wanted that insane man out of jiho's life but i can't do anything about it! if you want a fucking explanation ask sergeant yoon meilin for that matter!"

"sergeant yoon?" in the deep recesses of jeongguk's mind, he knew he had heard that name effortlessly slipping on lilia's lips on one of her phone calls. oh my god, no, no, it can't be. this can't be happening. his thoughts screamed at him, as if hinting him that lilia had some connection with it.

"i'm sure you know the man, he's the father of your secretary, yoon lilia." fuck, fuck, what the fuck? he wanted to think that it wasn't lilia's fault, she had no business in so whatever that had been going on in jiho and jeongguk's life way back before she met him — like for exactly eight years. they've only known each other for two years and it's just— the man keeps on telling himself. trying to convince himself horribly—

stop overthinking things jeongguk. thinking things through, he realized that it was such a ridiculous thought. oh, was it honey?

dismissing the thought away from his mind, he decided to find another way to solve the problem. jeongguk thought that he might've stopped loving jiho but he still cared for her well-being. well being? pretty much ironic knowing that it was his fault why jiho's been looking so lifeless.

"tell me, where i can meet this man, yoongi"

"fine" yoongi reluctantly gave the details to jeongguk before sighing shakily "–but when you do confront sergeant tell me, i'm going with you"

nodding, jeongguk kept the information in his phone before his eyes drank jiho's shaken state – the woman was seated on the bench just across the two arguing men. jinyeon's panicked eyes trailed on his trembling mother, not knowing what to do, he sought for refuge in his father as his watery eyes locked gazes with jeongguk.

fuck you, bastard. jeongguk muttered under his breath, feeling weak for the fragile woman.

"i know where you live and it's not going to be long before you're going to be mine forever"

like jeongguk, the words echoed inside her mind as it made her vulnerable and weak. jiho could hear the way her perpetrator speak as she felt as if the man who had sent the terrifying message was just right by her side, whispering how close he was to her. threatening the woman, how jiho was his prey and he's just waiting for the right time to devour her whole.

"you're mine, jiho"

body shaking with immense fright, countless of images ran inside her head — how did he find me? why was he out in the open? isn't he supposed to be in prison? why? why won't he stop bugging me? we're done, he's supposed to be away from me but how did this happen? will he do the same thing again? will—

"jiho–" jeongguk's worried form wasn't noticed by jiho even though he was already sitting right beside her.

tears prickling on her eyes, the terrifying thoughts swirled around her head like a tornado. he found me, he found me. he knew where i live and–

"jiho—" jeongguk pressed but still got no reaction from jiho as her shaky, terrified state became even more evident as her breathing became ragged, skin turning pale and eyes pooling with more tears.

jiho was completely unaware of her surroundings, clouded with fear. what do i do? what should i do? oh my god, what about yeon? what if he knew about yeon? will he hurt him, too? no, not yeon, not my son. yeon is, he's my life and—

"jiho" "mama" warmth spreading on her trembling hands, her eyes suddenly became clear as she saw a pair of small and big hands envelope her cold and shaky ones.

"mama" a whine, jiho heard a sob followed by a string of cry before her eyes trailed on her right — jinyeon was crying as his red eyes held worry and sadness.

"mama, i don't know what to do. jinyeon doesn't know how to take mama's ouchy away" heart in her mouth, jiho felt so soft for her worried son. oh my, honey.

shaky hands reaching out to yeon, jiho embraced her son as she let him sit on her lap before burying her face on the little neck of her child. "mama's okay, mama will be okay" i want to be okay.

please, stop. i – i, what's happening to me? jeongguk's heart hammered inside his chest as he fought the urge to take jiho in his arms. the man's arms were reaching out to hold her but he hesitated. an unknown urge to hold, caress and envelope jiho protectively in his arms ate his confused heart. he was conflicted — so, so, so conflicted. seeing jiho so fragile was making him bend, a stream of boiling anger was steaming inside his chest as the thought of the bastard popped inside his mind. how dare he, how dare he scare jiho. how dare he scare my wife.

pushing every hesitation aside and suddenly forgetting his confused feelings, he gave in to what his heart wanted and yearned to do. he didn't know where his confidence suddenly came from and before he could even decipher and process what he was doing, his body started moving on its own. lips moving and embracing jiho, he enclosed his family protectively on his big built. "everything, i'll make sure that everything will be fine. i'm not going to let anyone touch or harm what's mine"

upon uttering those words, jeongguk felt relieved and for the first time in forever, he felt like a weigh was lifted off of his chest. holding jiho close, he liked the warm feeling that bubbled inside his heart and he found himself drowning on the sweet, calming scent of the woman.

warm, so so warm.

jeongguk couldn't deny that he missed and like the feeling of having jiho close. "i'm here, papa's here"

the updates are going to be delayed cause exams :(