Mommy is not coming to my birthday....

I had that thought when I was only seven. All those years, she never came. She never came at Christmas, she never came on Halloween. My birthday is especially unimportant to her. Dad was always there, Uncle Saeyoung was there, Gyeong was there. Hell, every single person was there except for her! She's just the one person I've always wanted there but... It never happened.

It's not like I hate my birthday. I just hate being reminded that I was abandoned. I just hate being reminded that mom didn't care as much as she should have, as much as Gyeong's mom did. I just hate that, even after we met, she never put in much effort to see me again. I hate... That I was born from a mother that didn't care where I was or where I ended up...

I hate that I could die any day and she wouldn't care. She would know.

I also hate that... I never really forgave her.

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Laon stared at his mother as she smiled at him nervously, pulling at her dress and picking at any imperfections she sensed. Laon had always been good at picking traits from people, finding their weaknesses and strengths and being able to find secrets. Pulling and picking at herself was possibly one of her nervous ticks.

"Hey, Laon," His father said as he knelt down, breaking the silence as he put his arm around his son. "Maybe you should say hi? Her name is Sara, if you don't want to call her mom," Saeran said, giving an encouraging smile as he did. Laon stared at his mother, noticing her apologetic face.

"Sara," Laon said in a deadpan tone with an equally deadpan expression, making his mother's attention redirect to him. "Why?"

"I... I'm sorry?" She seemed almost confused at his simple one worded question.

"Why didn't you come to any of my birthdays?" There was silence but he continued. "Why didn't you want to care for your baby boy? I'm thirteen and I'm still the one initiating any conversation," Laon said, shock on his mother's face. Laon felt anger, hatred and sadness pile in his heart, yet he made sure none of these emotions surfaced to his face. He didn't want to blow his meeting with mother due to his over emotional teenage stage.

Sara took a deep breath and smiled at him with concern showing. He could've scoffed at her, knowing full well this was probably her way of faking care for someone she could easily fool. He was not one of those people. "I know, Laon. I know it's difficult. I'm very sorry,"

"No you're not," He couldn't stop himself from saying so. "You're not sorry at all. If you were sorry, you would've gave an explanation. If you were sorry, you would tell me I wasn't a mistake. That I wasn't a regret. That my birthday does not mark the anniversary of the only mother I've had throwing me away," He tried not to let his emotions go out of control but he couldn't deny the whining tone in his voice. Seeing his mother's face, being able to tell her all the thoughts that's been in his head since he was young... It was enough to make him want to shout at her. To cry or scream or something!

Sara wasn't going to get off the hook for the years of damaged she's done to him. She's not going to get away from him this time. She's not going to leave his emotions ashes on the ground again. "Laon..."

"No! Mother, why? Why would you leave me? You didn't love me. I... I wouldn't be surprised if you still don't love me! Maybe you didn't even want to meet me. It's been 13 years! Really?! It took you 13 fucking years?!" He started shouting now, causing people to give them their undivided attention.

"Laon... Please. Lower your voice," Saeran said, noticing his son's shaking form as he tried to control his crying.

"...I... I want to go home, dad... I want to go home. I don't want to see her. Please... I don't want to stay..." Laon said, pleading with his father and staring at Saeran with wide, tear-ridden eyes. Saeran nodded to his son, giving Sara a look he didn't understand at the time but they left all the same, Saeran keeping behind to speak to Sara privately. Laon didn't know what about... until today...

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Laon took a deep breath before looking at the crumbled piece of paper in his hand, showing an unfamiliar number he knew was Sara's, thanks to the information Saeran gave him.

He looked at the dial pad on his phone, then to Gyeong, who gave him a smile and a thumbs up. "You can do it, Laon. I'm here for you,"

"I know. Thank you, Gyeong... You know... MC was really my mother. At least, she felt like it,"

"Yeah. I know. Mom is really nurturing. She's the best, right?" Gyeong said, a smile on his face and a laugh on his lips. Laon could only shake his head, sporting a reminiscing smile of his own.

"Yeah. Today, however, I'm gonna try with my own mom again,"

"Good luck. I love you," Gyeong said.

"Yeah... I... I love you too. I think... I... Alone...." Laon said, struggling to get the words out but Gyeong understood perfectly. He exited the room, leaving Laon alone with the paper and phone.

Dialing Mom.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAON!!!!!! I didn't know what I should've done for this red headed baby boy but I started writing and this got pulled out of my brain. I'm so sorry. Birthday is December 15th for anyone reading this too late. Idk if it's good enough for him but oh well, I'm literally writing this the day before. It's too late to change. I thought Laon's birthday should be centered around this since he has a big problem with celebrating his birthday. He hates it.

So this was focused on his healing. Goodbye!