She doesn't know what has her asking him to stay, especially when her mind was clearly telling her that it was a bad idea.

Deep down, she knows—that being alone with him, especially at night, was dangerous territory, especially when behind the cold demeanour and rigid façade, was her affection towards him.

In a sense, Park Chaeyoung never truly moved on with him, despite how much he'd hurt her. She blames it a lot to do with the fact that he was her first love, and secondly due to the fact that her own son had such an strong resemblance to him. It was due to these things that Park Chaeyoung was always sure to put on a frigid image in front of him—ignoring him when they'd bump into each other, never sharing a glance towards him and his group and always making sure to be as far from him as possible.

She knows, that without putting intentional barriers between the two, she'll only get hurt.

Again.

Having your heart broken by Jeon Jungkook, was the cruellest thing in the world. It was the kind of heartbreak that you never quite healed for, certainly not helped by the fact that his face was simply plastered and adored everywhere she went.

Perhaps, it's because inside—she misses him.

Park Chaeyoung misses his gentle touches against her skin, the innocent laughs they shared back then as teenagers when they'd have an indirect kiss, or hold hands while walking in by the beach.

It was a simpler time, back then.

"Dongsun is so well behaved," he compliments her as he accents the glass of wine she'd handed to him, "... he must've gotten that from you, my mother always told me that I was a problematic child until the age of six."

Her eyes are careful not to linger too long onto his, knowing how easily the depths of his hues can make her fall—fall into a pit of loneliness and rejection worse than death itself.

"It was a hard pregnancy," she tells him, a small smile curling by the side of her lip, "... but as soon as he was born he was an angel—slept a lot, rarely cried and isn't a picky eater. He learns quickly and is very social, when I first took him to pre-school, I was crying the entire time and he told me it was okay and that he can't wait for me to pick him up. He was the only child hugging the other children who were crying, he's such a mature kid."

"You seem really happy, when you talk about him," he matches her smile, "... I always knew you'd be a great mother."

A great mother?

She has to hold in the distaste in her mother.

He was a great speaker, perfect with words that'll leave you feeling loved and adored—only the truth was very clear...

Park Chaeyoung wasn't enough.

Maybe that was the hardest part about reality, that she can give her entire heart to him, say all the right things and do all the right things, playing the role of a perfect and supportive girlfriend as much as she can, and even then, it wasn't enough to make him stay.

She was never good enough for him.

"He really likes you too," she makes small talk, "... when I carried him to bed, he said he hopes you can come visit more."

Her eyes watch his fingers—slender and calloused, lifting the glass of wine and bringing it to his lips.

Without even trying, it was sensual on its own.

"He was speaking about you most of the time, just so you know... about how his mother is a famous singer and the most beautiful woman in the world," he tells her, "... and he's not wrong at all."

She hates it.

Park Chaeyoung hates how easily his perfect words and perfect image pulls the strings in her heart, making her stomach twist and turn like there were butterflies dancing around inside.

"He spent a lot of time with the other girls," she explains, "... so they might've brainwashed him into hyping me up a little too much."

"I'd say it's an accurate representation," he tells her, a smile slowly moving across his lips, "... I'm impressed with you still, you know? Even more so now, that I know you've been a mother this entire time."

And yet, she wasn't good enough for him.

"It hasn't been easy, but it's something I'd never regret," she informs him, "... looking after Dongsun, I mean. I also had a lot of support—from my parents, Alice and the other girls too."

"And how about me? Do you have any regrets about what happened?" He dares to ask.

Why would he ask something like that?

"Would that have changed a thing?" She questions him back, a soft scoff departing from her lips, "... I did the right thing, for both you and Dongsun. I sacrificed a lot."

"I know," he tells her, "... and it wasn't a burden you should've held alone, we would've carried it together."

He's wrong.

Park Chaeyoung had thought about it a lot during her pregnancy—telling him.

But she'd continued to weigh up the pros and cons, and ultimately knew that it was best for her to do it alone. She didn't want to hold him back from a bright and colourful career, and more so, she didn't want him to feel as though he had to stay.

He would've had more regrets, if that had occurred.

"At one point, I decided—I'd rather you flourish with your career, your dreams—rather than some day being resentful at the fact that we held you back," she informs him.

"For what it's worth, I was stupid in the first place for breaking up with you, and that was already a regret I have been consumed with for a while," he tells her.

Suddenly, the sound of his phone rings and he takes it out to see the caller id.

She gets a glimpse of it.

Park Sooyoung ♡

She knows, that she cannot compete.

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