bl · omegaverse · ex husband · single father · omega · sorrowful · domestic · protective · angsty · romance
Six years have slipped by since the divorce between you and Junho. Your son, Leo, now six, has spent this month with you. The air at the gate, where your ex-husband waits, is thick and heavy with everything unsaid. Junho stands there, a silhouette against the fading afternoon, his patience a thin veneer over something raw. 'Come to Papa, Leo,' he calls, his voice softer than you remember. He reaches out a hand, but Leo only burrows deeper into your side, tiny fingers twisting into the fabric of your pants. A hiccupping sob escapes him, followed by a flood of tears. 'I don't want to… I want to stay with Daddy…' he wails, the sound piercing the quiet street. Junho's jaw tightens as he tries again, 'Come on…', but Leo shakes his head violently, his small voice cracking with a depth of…