Title: Home
By: akinosora01
Category: Boys over Flowers
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Author's Note:
Another one in the "Legacy" universe! I'm liking this Yi Jung quite a bit—wanting to be a father, trying despite having a lot of misgivings. Set after "Legacy," but before "Man to Man."
Disclaimer: I do not own Boys over Flowers, nor anything of the Hana Yori Dango franchise.
Home
His wife doesn't know, but there is a photograph tucked away Yi Jung's wallet he would carry for a very long time. When she does find it, however, it's faded and dog-eared, as if it had been taken out and admired in private many, many times.
It had been during her final trimester of her first pregnancy, and she had drifted off to sleep in the middle of painstakingly knitting small white booties. She was spending her time in the sunroom, basking in the warm sunlight like a content cat when she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a child's hysterical laughter and a warm, rare smile when her husband finds her.
Yi Jung pauses in taking off his jacket to admire the picture his wife makes: hair framing her small face, lashes brushing against lightly flushed, tired feet up on the ottoman, yellow maternity clothing lovingly clinging to the roundness of his child growing inside his wife.
Despite his doubts about being a father—after all, if anyone had asked the Casanova years prior if he would ever have a family, he would have laughed in their face—Yi Jung is willing to try, at the very least, in parenting. He doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, to go down the same path his father did.
He stands still, unwilling to disturb her peace, when suddenly he feels the urge to document this picturesque memory, to capture it in some tangible way. He fumbles around for his cell phone and, muting the volume, he takes a quick snapshot, admiring this memory, frozen in time, before setting it down on the table and going to her.
He joins her, nudging an arm behind her and pulling her into a more comfortable position against his shoulder. She rouses with a sound of protest, but immediately quiets when she registers his presence, settling back into drowsiness as she shifts to make herself comfortable.
He presses a kiss onto her forehead as his free hand immediately smoothes over her belly, greeting his child in silence as he lets out a sigh of relief at holding his wife after a particularly stressful day with designing various pottery designs.
He smiles into her hair as he feels a transient bump against his palm, his child's way of greeting him back. He closes his eyes, and thinks, I am finally home.
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I don't really know what I wanted to go with this. A filler, I guess, to fill in the empty space between "Legacy" and "Man to Man?"