A girl nearby whispered something to another, and they both giggled.
"My mom said his family is poor."
"He doesn’t even have a dad."
The words sliced through the air, cruel and unfiltered. jihyun’s little fists tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood there, eyes dulling, his small frame shrinking as if he wanted to disappear.
Jungkook felt a sharp pain in his chest. How long had this been happening? How many times had jihyun walked to this playground, hoping to make friends, only to be rejected over and over?
And he hadn’t told him.
He had suffered in silence, pretending everything was okay just so he wouldn’t worry.
A lump formed in Jungkook throat as he saw him slowly turn away, his head lowered, his tiny hands wiping at his eyes as if trying to stop himself from crying.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤
Stepping forward, she called out, "Jihyunnie!"
𝙅𝙞𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣
He flinched slightly, surprised, before quickly rubbing his eyes again and turning to him with a forced smile. “Mama! I was just... watching them play.”
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤
He crouched down, opening his arms. "Come here, baby."
jihyun hesitated, then ran to him, burying his face into his shoulder. He felt his little body tremble, but he didn’t make a sound. He was holding it in, trying to be strong, just like always.
Comments
mika0613
he is too mature for a kid _
💔
2025-02-18
2
Stephanie
what an angel
2025-02-13
1
ANGEL
🥺
2025-02-12
1