[Fic] The Happiest Days for Patzmelody01;PG13 [Day 9]
The Happiest Days...
Couple: MinKey/Broken!MinKey, cheating/bff!JongKey, side!JongYu, MinhoxYuri (blegh...)
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst, Family
Rated: PG13
Summary: Kibum had lost everything four years ago, when he had stupidly turned his own self-doubting into a simple action he would regret for the rest of his life. He lost everything...including his husband....
What if there was a way for life to rewind? What if there was a way to start over on a relationship right from the first meeting? What if there was a way to forget every hurt, and to say everything that was left unsaid? What if you were given the chance to love and cherish him forever the way you should have? What if it’s already too late?...
Prompt by Patzmelody01 (I love this prompt, I hope I didn’t ruin it)
A/N: For Patzmelody01 because I tortured her so much with Remember Me!?!, haha. I hope you like it, and it makes you happy, not only hate me even more. xP
Pervious Chapter
By the time Yuri finally came back home, it was already late, and no lights were left on in the house. She knew that her son and husband had probably both already gone to bed, judging on how it was already well past the toddler’s bedtime, and after she had rid of Minho’s only bad habit of playing video games too much, the once addicted, teen-age like boy had become a mature man and full time father, with an early-to-bed, early-to-rise motto. Since then, he normally always wanted to fall asleep with Yoogeun after he had finished telling him his bedtime story--with that thought, Yuri smiled. She really did have the perfect husband.
Creeping her way into the house as not to make too much noise and wake her sleeping boys, Yuri found herself a little displeased with the sight of two empty take-out boxes still sitting on the counter. This was unlike her perfect husband. Normally, he wouldn’t allow for Yoogeun to get used to eating take-out food, nor would he allow for himself to leave a mess in the kitchen without cleaning it up before leaving the room. Yoogeun must have distracted him or something before he could clean it up, Yuri figured. Minho would never forget things like that. She was sure he’d clean it first thing in the morning anyways, as soon as he realized he had left it out, so she decided to herself to allow for them to be left out on the counter overnight for Minho to deal with when he woke up. Besides, she wanted a shower. Minho was always the one who cleaned up, so why should she have to do it?
As she stepped into the hall, however, Yuri paused for a long moment, yet again surprised as she heard voices coming down the hallway. Well, one voice. Minho’s voice, coming from Yoogeun’s bedroom. It was already well past nine, the time Minho normally tucked the little boy in for sleep, and she knew that the devoted father would never allow for his four-year-old to stay up this late. What was going on? Her husband was acting strange, she could already tell. Was he upset because she had forgotten about their anniversary earlier? Was that why he was acting so uncharacteristically?
It was at that thought that the soft, cold feeling of the loose, silver chain that had been fastened around her neck earlier that day made itself known to the woman as she glanced towards her son’s bedroom door. Letting out a quiet sigh, Yuri reached up and touched the little pendant on the necklace gently. Minho really was the perfect husband...and father...and she had worked so hard to make him that way. She should at least take more time to appreciate and enjoy all of the hard work she had put into making him hers. When she had first met him almost six years ago, she had sworn that she’d love and want him forever. But, back then, things were so different. Minho was still the unbelievably perfect and devoted husband, but the thing was....he was not her unbelievably perfect and devoted husband. He was Kibum’s unbelievably perfect and devoted husband. And since, she had worked so hard to make him only hers.
Smoothing her thumb carefully over the heart-shaped pendant on her necklace, she took a small breath and opened her son’s bedroom door slowly, the warm light of the boy’s Doraemon nightlight shining onto her as she stepped into the room. As expected, she found both boys inside, sleeping soundly on Yoogeun’s race-car shaped bed. As always, the little boy was tucked soundly under his sheets, face washed, teeth brushed, and wearing his little footy-jammies, as he clutched his daddy’s hand in one arm, stuffed Pikachu in the other. His father was always the best at tucking the little guy in.
His father, however, was not as Yuri was used to seeing him. He was kneeled by his son’s bed, head rested against the sheets, his son’s little fingers combing through his short, black hair gently, and his eyebrow’s knitted tightly together on his forehead as he moved around and muttered in his sleep.
“Wh-who are you?” The man whispered hoarsely in his sleep, voice low and husky, but not loud enough to wake his sleeping son. “Who are you? How do I know you? I’ve never met you before.” He questioned quietly, burying his face a little bit into the blankets, expression of pure confusion painted onto his face.
Yuri paused her actions and stared at her husband closely as the man struggled in his sleep. She had known that her husband suffered sudden episodes of confusion during his sleep as part of his condition, but the doctor had said that he doubted they would ever lead to anything but confusion. And yet the way he moved and spoke, though in just broken fragments, seemed to make a deep-seeded churning of dread arise in her stomach.
“How do you know me?....I-I do. At night. Every night...I see you. But I don’t know who you are.”
Yuri nipped her bottom lip tightly as she walked over to her husband to get a closer look, studying his facial movements as he dreamed. She knew that expression. He was remembering something....no, someone.
“W-wait, please, don’t cry. I...don’t understand. Wh-why? I...can’t remember...” Minho muttered again suddenly, voice deep but sounding desperate as he grasped Yoogeun’s hand a little firmer unintentionally. “I can’t remember you...” He whispered quietly, though his brows were still knitted tightly.
At this, Yuri had enough. What if she was mistaken about Minho’s condition after all? What if the doctor was wrong? What if Minho’s little episodes at night actually did mean something? What if they led to something more than confusion? What if Minho actually remembered something? What if Minho actually remembered...him?
“Minho-yah, wake up.” Yuri suddenly spoke through the newly fallen silence, moving closer to her husband’s side, shaking his shoulders gently to wake him. “Minho-yah, wake up already. It’s just a dream, it doesn’t mean anything, Don’t talk in your sleep anymore like this, you’ll wake Yoogeun if you do.” She said calmly, as she helped the newly awoken Minho onto his feet again.
Minho blinked a few times as he was brought back to reality from his dream, the cloudy voices and blurry images of smooth, porcelain skin and soft, brown hair fading into no more than blurs of colors swirling away as his vision of reality came back to him. As the image of the crying boy who had been before him in his dream slowly began to fade, the sight of his confused wife standing in front of him slowly came into focus.
“Oh...Yuri, you’re home...” The husband whispered drowsily after a long moment, as he straightened himself up again, trying to escape from the thoughts and questions of what his dream had meant that were still spinning in his head.
Yuri sighed softly at her husband before shaking her head slowly, a small smile on her face as she patted his cheek gently. “Great observation, Honey. You look tired. Were you having one of those strange dreams again? Who is it that you forgot about?” She asked quietly, though her high voice was still loud enough to make Yoogeun moan a little in his sleep and roll over to his other side to try to move away from the noise.
At the sound of their son, Minho immediately glanced away from Yuri and smiled softly, despite his sleepy state, putting his finger against his lips to signal Yuri to be quiet, and nodding towards the door to tell her that they could continue their conversation where they would not disturb the baby. Yuri nodded slowly at this and turned to walk out of the room, before noticing her husband had stayed back just for long enough to push his baby’s hair from his face, leaving a gentle kiss on the little one’s nose in his way of saying goodnight. God, was it possible for this man to be any better of a father?
Smiling lightly when a little smile came onto Yoogeun’s face in his sleep, Minho leaned back up from kissing his son goodnight, and made sure his baby was tucked in warm enough under his sheets before turning away to follow his wife into his own bedroom for the night. Whether his dream had been strangely addicting in a way that he was a little disappointed when Yuri woke him or not, he could never regret the reality that came to greet him when he woke up again. Could never come to regret the beautiful little boy he called his son. Yoogeun was his world, and as long as he had him, he would be happy.
“Babe, really, it’s just for the night. I promise you that Yoogeun-ah isn’t going anywhere. Just say goodnight already.” Yuri stated bluntly, as Minho finally closed the boy’s door behind him and walked across the hallway into their bedroom to greet his wife again.
Minho smiled a little at this, before walking over to his bed, slipping his socks off and getting ready to fall asleep himself. “I know that. But you know how he’s such a little angel when he sleeps. I just wanted to say goodnight again.” He said quietly, but found himself becoming sleepy again even as he spoke.
Yuri smiled and shook her head fondly at the world’s best dad, before walking over to her dresser, and beginning to take off her earrings and jewelry for the night, until something small and white sitting full on the dresser caught her eye. “You know, you should really take those pills I brought for you. They’ll help your resistance to those episodes you keep getting. The doctor said it’s not good for you to get so stressed out over such things like those dreams.” She finally spoke, her voice a little lower, but serious, as she scolded the tired man on the bed the moment she noticed the little bottle of pills she had bought was still full.
Minho sighed heavily as he slipped his shirt over his head and lied down slowly on his back, staring up at the moonlight painted over the ceiling as he listened to his wife’s scoldings. “I told you that I don’t like taking all those pills all the time, Yuri. I know that you’re only trying to take care of me--the doctors too--and I appreciate it; but I’m a father now, not a patient. I’m a husband, and a coach, and a co-worker, not a test subject. I don’t like always having to take pills and go to the hospital all the time in order to make me fully remember or forget. You’ve taught me what I need to know, and reminded me of everything I need to remember, and so all I want to do now is live. I’m fortunate enough that I survived, after all. As it is...right now, I’m content.” He muttered quietly, rolling onto his side facing the wall, away from his wife, as he spoke quietly. He hated having to argue about this.
Yuri let out an exasperated sigh at this, tired of the man’s stubbornness, as she slipped into her sleeping clothes again for the night. Since when did her perfect Minho start being so disobedient? Since he started having those episodes again? She just wished he’d just be good and take the pills so he’d stop having broken memories already. They were totally ruining all her hard work she’s been pouring out for the last five years.
Another sigh, this time lighter, escaped her lips as she glanced over at the silhouette of her husband painted against the moonlight from the window, and noticed how the blue light from the moon illuminated the creases of the man’s muscles, which were sketched out by the shadows. If she wasn’t careful and caring, she was afraid of losing him. And she wouldn’t allow for that to happen. Anyways, if she just treated him kindly, he would have no reason to leave her, even if those episodes did all someday add up to become a memory.
Minho’s eyes opened again as he suddenly felt the touch of one of his wife’s hands running down his arms and back, and the way the other pushed his hair from its place on his hairline, gently running thin and delicate fingers across the long scar on his forehead.
Gently kissing her husband’s exposed shoulder and resting her head against the man’s strong back, Yuri closed her eyes and continued to gently stroke the scar on Minho’s hairline gently. “I know, Minho....” She said quietly and sadly, as she snuggled closer to him. “...I know it’s hard for you. I know you don’t want to feel like a patient anymore. I’m just trying to help you in all the ways I can. I don’t want to see you suffering anymore because of those dreams you keep having. I just don’t want to see you suffer because of the confusing side-effects of the trauma.” She muttered softly, kissing her husband’s biceps again gently.
Minho could only remain silent as he glanced down heavily towards his pillows, feeling the slight sting of the now-healed scar under his wife’s fingers. He could only breathe out a tired breath as he listened to her words and tried to agree with them. “I know...Yuri. I know you’re trying to help me. But...I...don’t want them to end, Yuri. I don’t want to stop having them, because even as confusing as they are--they’re the closest things I have to memories. If they mean anything...if they’re anything that I’m somehow supposed to remember, I don’t want to lose them, too.” He finally found himself admitting quietly, still too stubborn to agree to let them go. To let go of the warm feeling of the mysterious figure he met in his dreams when he caught them in his arms.
At this, Yuri only hugged the man tighter against her, burying her face in the crook of his neck, letting out a sad sigh. “Oh, Minho-yah!” She let out sadly, as she did so. “My poor Yeobo! Don’t be like this! You know what the doctor said; the episodes you’re having at night aren’t real. They’re not memories. They’re just nightmares and anxiety from the accident. You keep having them because of the anxiety of losing your memory. You’re worried that you have forgotten about something or someone, so you keep making up this person you’ve forgotten who is not even real. You keep thinking that you’ve forgotten someone, when the truth is that you’re still feeling anxiety from the fact that you’ve lost your memories in the accident. Please....please, Minho-yah, just take the pills. Don’t let yourself feel sorrow because of those dreams. Please, trust me.” She sobbed bitterly against her husband’s back, as the man could only look down slowly and try to force himself to believe her.
That night, he didn’t have any more dreams about the mysterious boy with the soft brown hair. He didn’t have any dreams about the strangely familiar, sunny house he knew his way around in perfectly. He didn’t dream about the familiar voice laughing or crying or shouting out his name. Because that night, he didn’t have any dreams. That night, all he could feel was Yuri wrapping her arms tighter around his body, holding him still and down to reality.
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A/N: Do hate Yuri? lol To make up for not updating in forever and a day, I'm posting two chapters today! I'M SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!
DAY 10