A.N. I was rewatching 'Oh My Ghost' and hearing this particular background score got my mind thinking of some lovely wenga angst. We need more Wenga stories (especially those written in English. I wish I could understand a ton of languages but oh welp). I hope you will enjoy this short story as much as I enjoyed writing it♡

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Why did you never tell me?”

“Because I allowed you to leave us-”

“No, you,” he clarifies bitterly, turning back to face her with an exasperated look crossing his face. His voice raises gradually as he continues, “Five years ago I knew, we both knew," he clarified, "that we left each other. Yet I-I never knew that I left two of you…” His voice cracks towards the end. 

This was not how Yoongi expected his trip outside the city would be like. From all its hustle and bustle, he wanted to find peace and tranquility for just a short time before the reality of work and meeting deadlines would come to take him back and clog up his mind with worry. 

But just as he was about to bask in the ambiance of the cool breeze brought by the winds from the sea, the sound of the waves lapping over the shore, and the feeling of the sand beneath his feet, he suddenly saw someone who instantly brought this rush of nostalgia to his whole mind and body. 

His feet moved on their own accord, not bothering to even put his shoes back on.

He can't keep his eyes off her. The woman he has spent years loving is sitting on the sand, her knees near her chest as she leans on them with a far-off look on her face. 

Son Seungwan…

The woman must have not noticed his nearing presence yet since she continued to look at the waves kissing the shore before her. He watched, taking a few more steps toward her, as her shoulders would rise ever-so-slightly with each breath she took. A serene smile graced her features and it almost brought him to his knees to get that instant feeling of how much he missed that smile of hers. No one else ever smiled like her. 

He wants to touch her again, to feel her hair slip through his fingers, feel the smoothness of her skin beneath his palm, and feel her lips move softly against his lips.

Finally...she's so near to him. He just needs to say her name and he'll have her attention again. He'll have those gentle eyes of hers on him again.

"Seungwan…" Her name leaves his lips in such a delicate manner.

The woman turns her head to the side upon hearing a familiar voice call her name. At first, she refused to believe it, but he was truly standing there. 

It could not be, she thought as she felt her heart immediately drop to her stomach. How did he suddenly arrive here out of all places in the country? 

Slowly she gets to her feet, her gaze still locked on the man. Her mouth was agape and it stayed that way for some time.

"W-What…" she sputters, trying to find her voice. 

Yoongi bravely takes a step forward. "Seungwan," he cries in a whisper, "you've been here all along?" 

Seungwan could not comprehend what was happening. Why did he have to be here? Why now? "Y-Yoongi…" 

"Umma!" A young boy happily cries out all of a sudden. 

At first, Yoongi did not mind it. He thought that it's just one of those kids with their families visiting the beach. But when a little boy suddenly runs to Seungwan and wraps his short arms around her leg, repeating the same word ‘Umma’, Yoongi instantly feels his chest tighten, what was playing before him was something that immediately blew the wind out of him. 

Seungwan kneels before the child and asks while gently rubbing his back, “Hanwool? Baby, is there something wrong?” She stops, immediately noticing how wet his back is because of his sweat. “Oh no, we should go home already because you’re so sweaty and we did not bring an extra shirt for you!”

Yoongi’s feet were locked into the ground, his mind racing a mile a minute. What was happening? Why did that kid call Seungwan...Umma?

“But, Umma, wait I want to continue playing! I have my sandcastle there and I need your help with finding a flag for the king!” The young boy whines a bit, frowning at Seungwan. “The bad guys might come at any moment!”

“How about we go home and prepare all the things you need for your castle. I’ll help you defeat the bad guys, but we need to make sure that we’re prepared for them, okay? First, we need to change your shirt because you might get sick.”

“But, Ummaaa.”

“Baby, I don’t want you to get sick. Do you remember when your throat was so itchy and you kept on sneezing like this, ah-choo! Ah-choo!” Seungwan imitates the sound of a sneeze, going near the boy’s face to tease him by rubbing her nose on his cheek. He giggles, trying to pry himself away from her hold and her ticklish antics. 

“Umma!” He cries out happily, continuing with his giggles that are getting louder as Seungwan tickles him all the more.

“Umma?” Yoongi all of a sudden breathes out, which does not fall on deaf ears as Seungwan and the boy turn towards him. 

“Oh, God,” Seungwan murmurs under her breath and stands again. For a second, she completely forgot that he was standing there. Clear confusion is written all over his face and he would not stop looking between her and her son, Hanwool. 

Hanwool moves to stand behind his mother’s legs upon noticing the strange man in front of them. 

“S-Seungwan?” Yoongi stammers as he continues. His mouth moves, trying to form words, but no sound comes out. “W-Wha...How...I…” His voice trails off. He could not find it in him. This is a major shock...one that was never expected.

“Yoongi,” Seungwan starts, her voice almost sounding like she is pleading. Her brows furrow and she could feel her hands turning clammy. “I can-”

“Umma,” Hanwool calls for her from behind, his small hands clutching the hem of her dress. 

Seungwan turns and kneels before the young boy. “Hanwool? Baby? Say hi to umma’s friend.” She pushes him gently so that he can show his face to the man standing before them. “This is Mister Yoongi.” She then looks back at Yoongi who was on the verge of tears. “Yoongi, I’d like you to meet Hanwool.”

And Yoongi is not a stupid person. He may seem standoffish, but he is smart in his own way. Just by meeting the eyes of the young boy, Hanwool, he instantly knew who his father was.

“Were you ever planning to tell me?” Yoongi asked desperately, his voice cracking towards the end. “You’ve never thought of keeping him from me forever, right?” He licks his lips and rests his hands on his hips, tilting his head at Seungwan. “Please, tell me. Tell me the truth, Seungwan. I beg of you.”

“Of course I was planning to tell you,” Seungwan tells him softly, taking another step closer to him. “I just...I did not expect you to find out earlier than planned-”

“Earlier?” He repeats incredulously. “What is early about any of this, Seungwan? Hanwool is around, what? Four? Five?”

“...Four,” Seungwan answers almost hesitantly.

Yoongi’s expression turns somber. “Four…” He sighs heavily and pulls out a chair behind the small dining table in the kitchen to plop down on it in a loud thud. “I missed all those years with him and I should have been with you even if-” He stops himself, bad memories surfacing in his mind -- memories he wishes he could easily erase. 

“Our separation was mutual, Yoongi. We knew that we were being led to different paths. We knew it would be healthy if we just left each other on good terms.”

He shakes his head vehemently and squeezes his eyes shut. He knows that. She does not have to keep on repeating it. He knows that what they did was something he has always regretted for the past years of living without her nearby. “Stop reminding me,” he cries softly, holding his head between his hands. “You don’t have to say it again. Please…”

Seungwan sets her lips into a tight line, her hand stops midair as she reaches out to hold him. She curls her fingers, forming a fist, and drops her hand. Now is not the time to be doing this. She can’t act like how she would back when they were together. It’s been five years since they last saw each other. Things have changed. People have changed. She can never go back to how things were before. 

The tension is thick as Yoongi cries softly and Seungwan could only watch him as he shook ever so slightly. Their hearts are both heavy -- one in grief and the other in desperation.

Yoongi runs his hands down his face and looks up to lean his back against the chair. Sniffling, and having gained a bit of his composure, he starts to speak again slowly, “Why Hanwool? Why that name?”

Seungwan swallows a lump in her throat and holds her hands in front of her as she replies, “Because he is our blessing from the heavens.”

“Our blessing?” Yoongi scoffs, “He was never mine until now, until the moment I found out that he is my son.”

His words come like a punch in the gut for Seungwan. They may have been hurtful, but they were laced with nothing but the truth. 

“Yoongi…”

“Umma, I’m ready!” Hanwool announces, charging into the kitchen wearing a clean shirt. He jumps and lands in the middle, striking a pose with his right hand, holding onto a tote bag with his toys inside, raised high in the air. 

The two grown-ups look at him, a bit stunned by his sudden intrusion. Yoongi looks in the other direction for a moment to wipe his tears away. 

“Hanwool, baby,” Seungwan begins, kneeling before him. “You have everything you need to make a stronger sandcastle?”

The young boy nods enthusiastically, smiling widely. “I also found a flag from my old toys, Umma.” 

Seungwan smiles back at her son. “That’s good, Hanwool. Give me a few more minutes to talk with Mister Yoongi then we’ll both go ba-”

“Mister Yoongi!” Hanwool suddenly turns to the man sitting on the chair. He runs toward the man, leaving his mother astonished.

Yoongi jumps slightly in his seat. His gaze lands on the small boy who is now standing near him. “Y-Yes, Hanwool?”

“Would you like to make sandcastles with me?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! This book will only be 5 chapters long :)

Vote?
Comment?
Kamsahamnida!!