A/N:it is my own idea because I was just thinking of Kai. I have no idea why...But I just did... and i just realized i lost a subscriber. lol /shrugs/ oh wellz :P Lolol yea I am weird. I was thinking if I should use baekhyun instead, but if my friend found out about this one... They be mad. My friend is defensive about her bias of exo....

"Mom, can we do something today?" you look up from your laptop and look at your 5 year old son give a small pout in front of you.

"I have a lot of work to do. Why did you want to do?" you ask while you put your attention back to laptop.

"Can’t you do your work later?" your son tried to convince you.

"Well, someone has to pay for the bills."

"What are bills?" your son asked innocently and you let out a small chuckle.

"Very annoying papers that grown ups need to pay. You will learn when you get older."

Your son crinkles his nose in dissatisfaction and shakes his head. "I don't want to. I want to be a kid forever and be with you." and you couldn't help but love your passionate kid.

"arraso. What about... we make a deal?" you offer and your son tilts his head with curiosity.

"What kind of deal?"

"I will take you to the park for three hours and we can do all kinds of fun things, but you have to promise me to go to bed early." you compromise, and your son gives a hesitation at first but nods with a bright smile.

"Okay!"

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"Yah Minho-ah, slow down!" you say as you hold onto your son that is bouncing around with excitement.

"Ooh mom can we get ice cream? I wanna go to the slides? Oooh I know! We should play hide and seek!" your son starts suggesting all random ideas.

You arrive at the park and it looks as if your son forgot all about his thoughts, because he immediately starts trying to run away from you.

"Yah! Where do you think you are going?" you scold and your son gives a shy smile.

"I wanna play!" he whines and you sigh.

"Okay, I will be right here on the bench," you point at the bench under the tree, "don't get too far and stay where I can see you. Arasso?" you say and Minho nods. "okay, play all you want!" you excuse your son and he runs off.

You tiredly sit on the bench and whip out your book. You take occasional glances from the book and would check on minho playing.

You start to put your full attention on the book until you see a small figure run up to you.

"omma!" minho screamed your name, almost to tears.

You furrow your eyebrows in concern "what's wrong?"

"There---he--- someone kept asking who my dad was. I don't know what to say!" Minho says with a couple tears running down his cheek, and you see him angrily trying to wipe them away. You slightly wince at the subject of dads, but you instead put your book away and lean forward to look at Minho.

"Who is this person? Want me to talk to them?" you offer and Minho nods. You smile and wipe a few tears away with your thumb.

"Don’t cry. It makes omma sad seeing you cry, it makes me better if you smile." you tell softly, and Minho immediately flashes a bright smile at you.

"Don’t worry about me omma. Let's go to that guy." Minho grabs your hand and leads you to where he was playing around.

You chuckle seeing your son dragging you with such determination  and anger that you found it so cute, but you couldn't help but think of how much he resembles someone you want to forget.

As if god was reading your thoughts, the man you would never thought you would see is in front of you.

He gives you an acknowledging smile, and you feel the pain in your heart grow.

"omma, this is the man!" your son rats jong in out.

Jong in kneels down to minho's height and gives the same smile.

"anneyong, I guess I introduced myself wrong." jong in confesses and be holds out his hand.

"anneyonghasaeyo, I am kim jong in. And you are?" jong in introduces, but Minho shy himself away from the hand. Minho retreated behind you and hugged your leg to try and hide his self.

You pull Minho further behind you and you start scolding him. "Yah, you don't talk to strangers like that. It isn't safe, you should know that!" you say and Minho just replies with an obedient nod.

In the corner of your eye, you can see jong in's smile fade when you acknowledged him as a 'stranger'

"________-ah, we should talk." jong in barely whispers but Minho seemed to hear.

"omma, do you know who this is?" your son asks in a small voice, while looking up at you from your leg.

You shake your head and point towards the playground. "It is just an old colleague. How about you go on play with the other kids?" you suggest and Minho seemed more than happy to agree, because he ran off without a single word.

You turn your attention towards the man in front of you, and you take an uneven breath in to brace yourself for the long conversation.

"jong in-ssi, I--" you try to explain but you are cut off when he pulls your arm to a secluded area where no one can see or hear the both of you.

"Who is the little boy?" jong in immediately asks, and you can see an anxiousness in him.

You straighten up with the mention of your child, your motherly instincts immediately made you defensive. "My son, who else?" you say, with your chin held out high.

A muscle twitched in jong in’s jaw; he looked down at the floor uncomfortably while he shifted his weight on both his feet.

"How old is he?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Answer the question." jong in says with gritted teeth and dead seriousness in his eyes. You freeze under his gaze, and it was hard for you to start forming sentences.

"He... He is five years old." you stutter out, and followed a tense silence in the air.

"Why didn't you tell me?" jong in cracks his voice, you can tell he was trying to hide most of his emotions.

"Tell you what?" you try to act ignorant, clearly jong in wasn't buying it.

"Why didn't you tell me he is ours?" A glint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"He isn't ours, he is mine. I was able to raise him since he was born, and I am clearly still capable." you protectively say. He had to be mad at you, for leaving without a word, and you would like to keep it that way so you can stay away from him at all costs.

The annoying part is that he keeps confusing you, the way he still looks at you never changed, and the way you felt never changed either.

"______-ah, you still never told me why"

Jong in looks unfazed from your harshness, and you avert your gaze again.

Exactly why did you leave? Wasn't it sensible for any woman if she found out that she is pregnant, to leave her boyfriend that happens to be a world-famous idol with many crazy fans that could be after you and your son? So you don't have to know that you are going to be a burden in his life?

The painful nine months by yourself were lonely and you never knew that you can miss someone so much in your life.

You thought you were fine by yourself, but the thought that there was no one to pull your hair back when you had morning sickness, or no one to get your odd cravings at night, or no one to help you around with the house. Especially no one for you to hold your hand when you are brought in the hospital to bore your child, and there is no one you could give your son to hold for the first time. Or there is no one for your son to call "dad" as one of his first words. There was no one to bring your son to the first day of school with you, or no one to watch your son when you have to go and make money to pay the bills.

        You honestly have no one besides yourself and your son.

Your unsaid answer fell in the tense atmosphere.

"Please, just tell me what happened. Tell me why you left, I need an answer." jong in begs, there was an edginess in his voice and you could see how nervous he is.

"I need to get going." you mutter an excuse and try to walk away; you just need to avoid jong in. Your one main goal is to never see jong in again, but clearly it isn't working.

You try to get away, but jong in didn't like the thought of that.

He quickly grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you back to him. Irritation spreads across his face, and he took a anstable breath trying to contain his rage. 

"Don’t you dare walk away from me, you did that already to me five years ago. I am not letting you leave me that easily." jong in says so knowingly, that you almost feel scared. You hold your breath in your throat and you honestly expected for this day to come. You had a story that you made up, and you quickly rehearsed the lines in your head; you were going to do anything to stay away from jong in even though your heart told you other wise.

"What makes you think that my son is yours as well? Just because he is five years old and we broke up five years ago, doesn't mean that he is yours. Maybe I left you because I was cheating on you and I was pregnant! Did that thought ever occur to you?" you yell in his face, and his facial expression changed from angry to hurt.

You felt slightly accomplished that he bought the lie, and you rip your wrist away from his grip. The guilt weighed out a hndred times more than your accomplishment, because it just made you more depressed that you have to hurt the love of your life like this.

"Like I said, I need to get going." you repeat your excuse coldly and you scan the park to look for your son playing with other kids.

You are about to shout his name, but someone quickly turns your head and you were met with a pair of lips you wanted for so long.

The kiss had every emotion there was possible in the past five years. You never knew how love, pain, frustration, anger, and desperation could all be put in one passionate kiss; you loved every passing second of it.

The taste of his lips was what you had desired for so long. Your brain told you to pull away, but you are taken over by all your emotions. You push closer to him, and the way his lips fit with yours was just absolute perfection. You greedily try to take in more of his lips, and he gladly is doing the same to you.

He slowly pulls away, much to your dismay, and both of you had a silence trying to catch each other's breath. His forehead rests on top of yours, and he look at you dead straight in the eye.

His eyes look frantic, as if he is searching for something, searching for the false information in your eyes.

"I don't care what you say. I will get you and our son back." jong in says with such determination, that you already feel he won you over. Scratch that, he won you over when you both first met.

A/N: whew damn, this is what happens when I write angst. Too many feelz ;A; yea I don’t know what I was doing /facepalm/ lol oh wellz :P i didnt know how to end it! ugh sorry T.T i was bored so i decided ti write. lol i should do hw... ehh i will study later. hehe