-2 years ago (121006)-

The large Victorian home was silent save for the echo of tears and sad voices.

"You’ll be back right?"

"Of course I will. Have I ever let you down?"

You could only shake your head as you once again embraced your husband of 3 years, leaving an emotion-filled kiss on his cheek.

Wonshik’s duffle bag, that was used whenever he was called out for service, lay at the his feet on the door step. He was going away, again, to North Korea to, hopefully, put this conflict to an end. You couldn’t stand to see him go, and with Do-Hyun’s birthday just around the corner, it was harder for all three of you to separate once again for who knows how long.

"I’ll come back. Just like I always do." Wonshik smiled sadly. You breathed a small smile before cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for one, last, kiss that said everything words couldn’t. You were so immersed in the being of Wonshik, that you had forgotten about your 3 year old son, standing at your feet by the door.

What pulled you out of your love-filled haze, was Wonshik pulling away sue to a persistent tug at his pant leg. Peering down to the tiled floor, Wonshik’s eyes were met with teary, almost-black ones. Letting go of your waist, he knelt down to be more level with his son.

"Yeah kiddo?"

"You’re gonna come home, appa, right?" Do-Hyun’s quiet voice was loud in the quiet home.

"OF course I am, buddy." Wonshik half-smiled.

Do-Hyun looked down at his feet, finding them more interesting than seeing his father leave for the 5th time in his life. Without looking back up, he jutted out one of his fragile arms that was pressed to his chest, and pointed his pinky in Wonshik’s direction. “Pinky promise?” He asked quietly, looking up at Wonshik with out moving his head. Wonshik held out his own hand and grasped his son’s tiny pinky with his own.

"Pinky Promise."

A/N: This was a prompt on tumblr for SO F**KING lONG, you don't even know. And this is all I have. I might be getting back to writing next week or so