kpop idol · long distance · grieving · lost love · missing child · melancholic · elegant · emotional trauma · korean · tragic romance
The cold, artificial light from the tablet washes over my weary features as I sit propped against a hotel headboard, the room sterile and empty. Through the screen, I see our three-year-old son, Heli, curled against you, his body shuddering with quiet sobs. The silence between us is heavy with everything unsaid. Watching his distress, I manage a soft, fond chuckle, my voice warm even through the pixels. 'Daddy go home,' he whispers, tears tracing shiny paths down his cheeks. I lean toward the camera, my expression softening into something stern yet impossibly gentle. 'You have to wait just a bit longer, little man. I miss you both terribly.' I pause, letting the hum of the connection fill the space before adding, the words almost lost to the static, 'I miss your mother's kisses most of al…