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๐€ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ โšพ๏ธ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ

โžช๐๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ ๐๐š๐! ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง๐ก๐จ ๐ฑ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ! ๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ

โžช๐’๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ก๐›๐จ๐ซ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž. ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐, ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ, ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฆ. ๐ƒ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง..?

โžช๐†๐ž๐ง๐ซ๐ž: ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ฒ, ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐š

โžช ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค, ๐›๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ

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1 year ago

๐€ ๐‚๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ญโšพ๏ธ

โžฏ๐๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ ๐๐š๐! ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง๐ก๐จ ๐ฑ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ! ๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ

โžฏ๐’๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ก๐›๐จ๐ซ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž. ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐, ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ, ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง'๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฆ. ๐ƒ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง.?

โžฏ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ซ๐ž: ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ฒ, ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐š

โžฏ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ: nothing really that bad just a worried mom

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๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ÿ‘

As you leave the field with Ye Joon by your side, you can feel Yunhoโ€™s gaze following you, filled with confusion and unspoken questions. Your heart races, a mix of anxiety and unresolved feelings bubbling to the surface. You try to focus on Ye Joon, whoโ€™s chatting happily about practice , oblivious to the tension. Your sister walks beside you, her expression unreadable but supportive. Once youโ€™re far enough from the field, she whispers, โ€œAre you okay?โ€ You nod, though youโ€™re not entirely sure. โ€œI knew this day would come eventually, but I didnโ€™t think it would be like this.โ€ Back at home, you help Ye Joon settle down with his homework, but your mind keeps drifting back to Yunhoโ€™s shocked expression. Questions swirl in your mind. Did he recognize Ye Joon? What will happen if he tries to reach out?. Later that evening, after Ye Joon is asleep, you and your sister sit down to talk. โ€œWhat are you going to do?โ€ she asks gently. โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ you admit, rubbing your temples. โ€œI want whatโ€™s best for Ye Joon, but I donโ€™t know if Yunho being in his life is the right thing. He didnโ€™t want kids back then, and I donโ€™t know if heโ€™s changed.โ€ Your sister places a reassuring hand on yours. โ€œWhatever you decide, weโ€™ll figure it out together.โ€

A few weeks later, you find yourself at the baseball field, surrounded by cheering parents and the smell of freshly cut grass. The sun is shining, and the excitement in the air is palpable as Ye Joonโ€™s team prepares for their big game. You watch from the bleachers, your eyes following Ye Joon as he warms up with his teammates. Heโ€™s been practicing hard, and you can see the determination on his face. Your sister sits beside you, offering support, and the two of you chat about the weekโ€™s events while keeping a close eye on the field. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions and decisions, but today youโ€™re focused on being there for Ye Joon. On the sidelines, Yunho and Coach Wooyoung are actively talking to the players, offering tips and encouragement. Yunho kneels down to Ye Joonโ€™s level, demonstrating how to grip the ball properly for a curveball, his voice calm and instructive. โ€œRemember to keep your wrist loose and follow through with your arm,โ€ Yunho advises, ruffling Ye Joonโ€™s hair with a reassuring smile. Coach Wooyoung, meanwhile, is discussing batting techniques with another group of kids, emphasizing the importance of footwork and timing. โ€œKeep your eye on the ball and stay balanced,โ€ he says, mimicking a perfect swing. You can see the respect and admiration in the childrenโ€™s eyes as they absorb every word. As the game begins, you spot Yunho offering words of encouragement to Ye Joon. Your heart skips a beat, but you remind yourself that today is about Ye Joon, and youโ€™re determined to support him as he takes to the mound, ready to pitch his heart out. As the round starts, your sonโ€™s team is up to bat first. One of Ye Joonโ€™s friends, Pil-gu, steps up to the plate. His first swing is a miss, and the home plate umpire calls out, โ€œStrike one!โ€ Pil-guโ€™s shoulders slump slightly, doubt creeping in. But then Ye Joon calls out from the dugout, โ€œDonโ€™t give up now, Pil-gu!โ€ Pil-gu turns to look at Ye Joon, the light in his eyes rekindled by his friendโ€™s encouragement. With renewed focus, he remembers Coach Yunhoโ€™s advice about keeping his eye on the ball and staying confident. As the pitcher winds up and releases the next pitch, Pil-gu is ready. He swings, and the crack of the bat echoes across the field. The ball soars into the outfield, landing in the grass with a satisfying thud. Pil-gu takes off running, his heart pounding with excitement as cheers erupt from his teammates and the crowd. He rounds first base and heads for second, glancing briefly at the center fielder who scrambles to retrieve the ball. Just as the center fielder throws the ball back to the pitcher, Pil-gu slides safely into second base. His teammates erupt in cheers, and he stands up, brushing the dirt from his uniform with a triumphant grin. From the stands, you and the other parents cheer loudly, proud of Pil-guโ€™s determination and the teamโ€™s growing camaraderie.

The game has been intense, with both teams scoring a few points, but Ye Joonโ€™s team is edging ahead. As the game nears its end, Ye Joon is next up to bat. You cheer loudly for him, unable to contain your excitement, and Yunho glances at you, a smile playing on his lips. Ye Joon steps onto the field, waving to you with a confident smile as he makes his way to the plate. Holding the bat firmly, he recalls all the tips Coach Yunho has given him. The pitcher winds up and throws the ball, and Ye Joon swings with all his might. The bat connects with a satisfying crack, and the ball sails high into the air, soaring over the outfield and just beyond the fence. Itโ€™s a home run! Without hesitation, Ye Joon takes off running, his face lit up with joy. โ€œRun, Ye Joon!โ€ you shout, your voice mingling with the cheers of the crowd. As Ye Joon rounds the bases, Pil-gu makes his way to third and then heads home, both of them scoring. The crowd erupts in applause as Ye Joon sprints towards home plate. His teammates rush to greet him, hugging each other and jumping around in celebration as the coaches join in. Amidst the excitement, you spot Ye Joon and Yunho together. Ye Joon runs to Yunho, who picks him up and swings him around in a moment of shared joy. As Yunho sets him down, he looks at Ye Joon with pride. โ€œNice one, kiddo. You made your first home run! Iโ€™m proud of you,โ€ Yunho says, grinning. โ€œThank you, Coach Yunho! I wanna be a star baseball player just like you,โ€ Ye Joon replies, giving a thumbs-up with a bright smile. Yunhoโ€™s smile falters for a moment as he realizes the connection, recognizing the resemblance Ye Joon and him have. But in that moment, he pushes the thought aside, savoring the shared triumph and joy. After the celebration, as the last of the parents pick up their kids, the field slowly empties out. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the field, and the only people left are Yunho and Wooyoung, gathering up the remaining equipment and putting it away. As they work, Yunho canโ€™t help but think about you. Questions swirl in his mindโ€”how youโ€™ve been, when you had a son, and most importantly, who Ye Joonโ€™s father might be. Finally, curiosity gets the better of him. โ€œDo you think Y/N has a husband or something?โ€ Yunho asks, trying to sound casual as he hands Wooyoung a bat. Wooyoung turns to look at him, curiosity piqued. โ€œUh, I donโ€™t think so,โ€ Wooyoung replies, raising an eyebrow. โ€œWhy do you ask?โ€ Yunho shrugs, trying to play it cool, but his heart feels a little lighter at the thought. โ€œJust curious. I didnโ€™t see anyone with her at the game.โ€ Wooyoung nods thoughtfully. โ€œI think she doesnโ€™t have a husband because if she did, heโ€™d be here, cheering Ye Joon on right beside her,โ€ he says, stacking some helmets. โ€œBut maybe she has a boyfriend whoโ€™s the father, and he just doesnโ€™t know about Ye Joon.โ€ Yunho considers this, feeling a strange mix of relief and confusion. โ€œShe wouldnโ€™t be that secretive and hide a father from their son,โ€ he says, more to himself than Wooyoung. But oh boy was he wrong, sensing there might be more to the story than he knows. As they finish packing up, Yunho canโ€™t shake the feeling that there are pieces of the puzzle missing, and he resolves to find out more about the life youโ€™ve built since he last saw you. As Wooyoung continues to speculate, he grins and says, โ€œBut wait, maybe sheโ€™s dating a mafia boss, or she could be with an officer, or maybe even a coach.โ€ He chuckles at the last suggestion, glancing at Yunho for his reaction. At the mention of a coach, Yunho feels a foreign flutter in his chest. Itโ€™s a feeling he canโ€™t quite place, but itโ€™s enough to make him pause. Wooyoung is about to launch into another wild theory when Yunho interrupts him. โ€œI think thatโ€™s enough,โ€ Yunho says, trying to sound firm as he stows the last of the equipment. Wooyoung opens his mouth to add another theory, but Yunho shoots him a lookโ€”a mix of amusement and seriousnessโ€”that tells him to drop it. โ€œBut what ifโ€”โ€ Wooyoung starts, but Yunho cuts him off with a raised eyebrow, signaling him to stop.

Wooyoung smirks, raising his hands in surrender. โ€œAlright, alright, Iโ€™ll stop. But you have to admit, itโ€™s fun to think about. Yunho rolls his eyes, but thereโ€™s a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. As they finish packing up and head out, Yunho canโ€™t help but wonder about the life youโ€™ve built and what role, if any, he might play in it.

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