right now, it's for forever (3/5 of The Mothers series)
right now, it's for forever
No pairing; from Yoochun's mother's POV.
Fluff, G; 891 words.
Even when you can't see them, it's always been the mothers that have been secretly supporting them, encouraging them. This is the story of DBSK's mothers, and how they cope with their sons' fame.
Yunho's mother. | Jaejoong's mother.
candielover93 → fibres
Disclaimer: I do not know Yoochun's mother; everything here is just a figment of my imagination.
As her newly divorced husband leaves, she blinks back the tears and glances down at her two sons. Yoohwan, her youngest, is staring at his father’s retreating back with a look of confusion, too inexperienced in the world to fully understand what’s happening. She looks at Yoochun and, although she knows why it’s there, doesn’t like the beginnings of disillusionment and hatred she sees on his face. Don’t look like that, Yoochun-ah, she gently reprimands, he’s your father, after all.
But he left you alone, he replies, his voice bitter and sounding all too close to tears.
She shakes her head and kneels down to his height, hand sliding over Yoohwan’s head as she does so. No, he didn’t, she comforts, I still have you and Yoohwan with me, right? She smiles through her tears at him and continues, I’m grateful to him for giving me you two. A tear suddenly leaks from her eye, and she tries to look away, not wanting him to be even more hurt.
She’s surprised as Yoochun’s fingers reach over and brush away her tears; he was always the one who needed comfort, not the one who comforted others. Don’t cry, Mother, he pleads and suddenly wraps his arms around her neck, I’ll never leave you alone, I promise.
Her arms tighten ever so slightly before she lets go and steps away, already missing him yet glad that he’s going to be able to have a chance to make his dreams come true. Her gaze travels over his face one more time, lingering on the jutting cheekbones that were proof of his unhappiness before she says, wistfully, knowing that she’ll have to say the words over the phone for the next few years, Be healthy, Yoochun-ah. Most of all, be happy, and don’t push yourself too hard. She hopes that he’ll take her words to heart; she’d always worried most over his tendency to forget to eat and sleep, choosing instead to work until his body complained.
His eyes curve upwards in the way she loves, and he replies, softy, I will if you do the same, Mother. I won’t be able to be there to help out anymore. He half jokes, Get Yoohwan to help, and if he doesn’t listen, tell him I’ll kick his ass.
A chuckle escapes as the announcer says over the speakers that the flight for Seoul, Korea is almost ready for departure. She stares at him for a final moment before she leans in to kiss him on the cheek. I’ll miss you. She doesn’t ask if he’ll miss her and Yoohwan; she already knows without asking that he will, to the point that his entire mind will block out everything else. That’s the one thing she knows will never change, it’ll only lessen.
He gives her a warm smile and walks into the terminal, and she sees his eyes light up, partly of fear, partly of determination, but most of all, of excitement of what’ll be in front of him, what will be shaping him into a different person with experiences that she’s not going to be able to share in.
Good luck, she whispers as she sees his plane take off.
Tears slide down her cheeks as Yoochun’s voice cracks. (It’s so like him, she thinks, to suddenly burst into tears during the middle of an encore performance.) She’s proud, so proud, of how much he’d been able to accomplish throughout the years; she’s been almost like a devoted fan, using the internet and all of its capabilities to follow him in Dong Bang Shin Ki’s activities. And even though she loves the person he shows on stage, she can’t help but be ecstatic when the mask slips, just like now. Being able to see the two sides of his personality makes her happy; how many mothers are able to see other facets of their sons’ personalities? she murmurs under her breath.
She’d never regretted letting him go. Even though she can’t be the support he needs, the person he goes to for comfort, or the pair of hands that wipe away his tears, she’s glad to see him mature, to see him become happy and start to learn how to lean on other people.
She gasps as she fully takes in the size of the house she now lives in; the interior is beautifully decorated, with large windows artfully draped. Yoochun-ah, she weakly says, are you sure this house is for me? She turns to look at him as he leans against a wall, grinning cheekily. Yoohwan’s almost running as he explores the entire house, amazed.
Of course it is, Yoochun replies, who else would it be for? She hears the underlying amusement even though he tries to subdue it and her mouth quirks up, wondering if she should tease him. She chooses not to, and suddenly laughs, happily, as she realizes that she’ll no longer be separated from him. Through her laughter, she hears, Oh, and by the way, I’m moving in with you guys, and runs to drag Yoohwan by the hand to where Yoochun is, pulling all three of them into a tight hug. She’s not ashamed to let them see the tears; it’s only natural, after all, to show them how much finally living together after all these years means to her.
I don't quite like this one as much I do the other two :\ But enjoy, all the same :)
Junsu's mother.
No pairing; from Yoochun's mother's POV.
Fluff, G; 891 words.
Even when you can't see them, it's always been the mothers that have been secretly supporting them, encouraging them. This is the story of DBSK's mothers, and how they cope with their sons' fame.
Yunho's mother. | Jaejoong's mother.
candielover93 → fibres
Disclaimer: I do not know Yoochun's mother; everything here is just a figment of my imagination.
As her newly divorced husband leaves, she blinks back the tears and glances down at her two sons. Yoohwan, her youngest, is staring at his father’s retreating back with a look of confusion, too inexperienced in the world to fully understand what’s happening. She looks at Yoochun and, although she knows why it’s there, doesn’t like the beginnings of disillusionment and hatred she sees on his face. Don’t look like that, Yoochun-ah, she gently reprimands, he’s your father, after all.
But he left you alone, he replies, his voice bitter and sounding all too close to tears.
She shakes her head and kneels down to his height, hand sliding over Yoohwan’s head as she does so. No, he didn’t, she comforts, I still have you and Yoohwan with me, right? She smiles through her tears at him and continues, I’m grateful to him for giving me you two. A tear suddenly leaks from her eye, and she tries to look away, not wanting him to be even more hurt.
She’s surprised as Yoochun’s fingers reach over and brush away her tears; he was always the one who needed comfort, not the one who comforted others. Don’t cry, Mother, he pleads and suddenly wraps his arms around her neck, I’ll never leave you alone, I promise.
Her arms tighten ever so slightly before she lets go and steps away, already missing him yet glad that he’s going to be able to have a chance to make his dreams come true. Her gaze travels over his face one more time, lingering on the jutting cheekbones that were proof of his unhappiness before she says, wistfully, knowing that she’ll have to say the words over the phone for the next few years, Be healthy, Yoochun-ah. Most of all, be happy, and don’t push yourself too hard. She hopes that he’ll take her words to heart; she’d always worried most over his tendency to forget to eat and sleep, choosing instead to work until his body complained.
His eyes curve upwards in the way she loves, and he replies, softy, I will if you do the same, Mother. I won’t be able to be there to help out anymore. He half jokes, Get Yoohwan to help, and if he doesn’t listen, tell him I’ll kick his ass.
A chuckle escapes as the announcer says over the speakers that the flight for Seoul, Korea is almost ready for departure. She stares at him for a final moment before she leans in to kiss him on the cheek. I’ll miss you. She doesn’t ask if he’ll miss her and Yoohwan; she already knows without asking that he will, to the point that his entire mind will block out everything else. That’s the one thing she knows will never change, it’ll only lessen.
He gives her a warm smile and walks into the terminal, and she sees his eyes light up, partly of fear, partly of determination, but most of all, of excitement of what’ll be in front of him, what will be shaping him into a different person with experiences that she’s not going to be able to share in.
Good luck, she whispers as she sees his plane take off.
Tears slide down her cheeks as Yoochun’s voice cracks. (It’s so like him, she thinks, to suddenly burst into tears during the middle of an encore performance.) She’s proud, so proud, of how much he’d been able to accomplish throughout the years; she’s been almost like a devoted fan, using the internet and all of its capabilities to follow him in Dong Bang Shin Ki’s activities. And even though she loves the person he shows on stage, she can’t help but be ecstatic when the mask slips, just like now. Being able to see the two sides of his personality makes her happy; how many mothers are able to see other facets of their sons’ personalities? she murmurs under her breath.
She’d never regretted letting him go. Even though she can’t be the support he needs, the person he goes to for comfort, or the pair of hands that wipe away his tears, she’s glad to see him mature, to see him become happy and start to learn how to lean on other people.
She gasps as she fully takes in the size of the house she now lives in; the interior is beautifully decorated, with large windows artfully draped. Yoochun-ah, she weakly says, are you sure this house is for me? She turns to look at him as he leans against a wall, grinning cheekily. Yoohwan’s almost running as he explores the entire house, amazed.
Of course it is, Yoochun replies, who else would it be for? She hears the underlying amusement even though he tries to subdue it and her mouth quirks up, wondering if she should tease him. She chooses not to, and suddenly laughs, happily, as she realizes that she’ll no longer be separated from him. Through her laughter, she hears, Oh, and by the way, I’m moving in with you guys, and runs to drag Yoohwan by the hand to where Yoochun is, pulling all three of them into a tight hug. She’s not ashamed to let them see the tears; it’s only natural, after all, to show them how much finally living together after all these years means to her.
I don't quite like this one as much I do the other two :\ But enjoy, all the same :)
Junsu's mother.