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ohnoyuno · 3 days ago

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In the shadow of their love

Pairing: jeong jaehyun x female reader Genre: angst Warnings: emotional distress, mentions of miscarriage and cheating Word Count: 4040

Summary: A weekend at Jaehyun's parents' house took an unexpected turn when a crucial conversation with his mother unfolded. As Y/N faces the emotional turmoil of their struggles, Jaehyun grapples with the weight of his actions. The unwavering love of his parents casts a long shadow, forcing both to confront their vulnerabilities.

A/N: Happiest birthday to my valentine boy, Jeong Jaehyun ♥︎

Jaehyun and you made it a habit to visit his parents every month, spending the weekend at their home since it was nearly a two-hour drive to the other side of Seoul.

Jaehyun always seemed more at ease during these visits, slipping into a relaxed version of himself, no longer the idol or the actor, but simply a son enjoying the warmth of home in his parents’ presence. These weekends had become a refuge, a time when the world slowed just enough for him to feel truly grounded.

His parents had also grown incredibly fond of you, claiming you as their daughter-in-law long before Jaehyun even called you his girlfriend.

In the mornings, you would accompany Eomma to the market or stroll through the department store, chatting about anything and everything as she guided you through her favorite spots.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun would spend the morning catching up with his dad at home, sometimes helping with small tasks around the house, other times simply enjoying coffee together with their favorite LP spinning softly in the background.

Afternoons were spent at home, relaxing and unwinding. Preparing banchan with his mom for you two to take home or just lounging around, savoring the warmth of family time.

Evenings were reserved for a cozy, home-cooked family dinner, followed by a movie night where Jaehyun always let his mom choose the film, even if it meant rewatching one of her old favorites.

Later, the two of you would take a quiet walk around the neighborhood, hands intertwined, breathing in the crisp night air as Jaehyun brings you to his favourite pocha for supper as he reminisced about his childhood. How he used to race his bike down these very streets or stop by the corner store for ice cream after school

If not for you insisting on this routine early in your relationship, Jaehyun would likely only see his parents every few months or on special occasions. Over time, he grew to appreciate your effort, cherishing these visits as a way to recharge and spend quality time with his loved ones despite his busy schedule.

This particular weekend, however, was different than usual. You and Jaehyun had a little argument the night before, left unresolved before both of you went to bed. It lingered in your mind, keeping you up all night, tossing and turning, waking up every few hours until you couldn’t take it anymore. You glanced at the clock and it was 4:30AM. Needing some space to clear your head, you decided to start the day early and drive down to his parents’ place on your own.

You left Jaehyun a message on the counter before making your way out, “Already on my way to your parents.”

With that, you grabbed your keys and quietly stepped out, hoping the fresh air would give you the space to sort through your thoughts.

With the roof down on your convertible, you let the cool morning air brush against your skin as you cruised along. The chill R&B playlist set the tone, its smooth beats filling the car as you navigated through the quiet, early morning traffic. You arrived at the house just as the sun began to rise, casting a soft, golden light over the quiet suburban street. You turned off the engine and sat in the car for a while, allowing yourself to soak in the peaceful atmosphere and feeling the stillness of the morning.

Eomma was already up, watering her little garden in the front yard, while Abeoji sat in his usual corner by the side of the house, engrossed in his morning reading.

“Oh my, Y/N! What brings you here so early? Are you by yourself? Where’s Jaehyun?” Eomma asked, glancing behind you with surprise, clearly wondering why you were here without him.

“Morning, Eomma. Morning, Abeoji. Jaehyun had some things to do, so he’ll make his way here later.” you replied casually, brushing off her question about why you were here so early. You weren’t ready to dive into that just yet.

“Have you had breakfast? We were just about to finish up here and go prepare. Let’s go inside.” Eomma said, gesturing toward the house with a warm smile.

You nodded, feeling the comforting familiarity of being in their home. “That sounds great, Eomma. Thanks.” You helped clean up the little garden tools, placing them back in their designated spots before following her inside. The door opened to the inviting smell of food already steaming on the stove.

The three of you sat down at the table, and the meal was wiped off in no time, the conversation flowing easily as you ate. Afterward, you took charge of washing the dishes while Eomma and Abeoji cleaned up the table. You could hear Eomma chatting away with Abeoji, their voices a comforting backdrop to the sound of running water as you scrubbed the dishes, lost in thought.

Eomma came into the kitchen, and you turned to her with a bright smile, “The market’s about to open, let’s go together after this!”

Eomma paused, giving you a knowing look. “Y/N, you’ve been yawning away during breakfast. You clearly didn’t sleep well last night, which explains your early visit. It’s still early, go catch some sleep, alright? No need to accompany me today.”

“B-but I…” you began, not wanting to back out.

“No buts.” she interrupted gently but firmly. “Abeoji will go with me today, okay? Just stay home and rest. We will be back shortly.” With a soft but purposeful gesture, she turned you around and gently pushed you out of the kitchen, as if to say, “That’s enough for now.”

“Thank you, Eomma,” you said softly, giving her a grateful smile as you made your way out of the kitchen. It felt nice to be looked after, and for a moment, the weight of everything from the night before seemed to lighten. With a sigh, you made your way to the bedroom, ready to take her advice and catch up on some much-needed rest.

You dozed off immediately as your head hit the pillows, the exhaustion from the night before catching up to you. Before you knew it, you were stirred awake by the soft, familiar melody of The Carpenters drifting in from the living room. Which only meant one thing, that Jaehyun had arrived.

You freshened up and made your way out of the bedroom. As you entered the living room, you spotted Jaehyun sitting on the couch, talking to his parents. Without a second thought, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

Jaehyun froze for a moment, stiffening at the unexpected gesture, but then he relaxed and returned the hug, understanding that you were trying to shield his parents from sensing anything out of place. The embrace was brief, but in that moment, it was enough to create a sense of normalcy in front of his family. You pulled away and smiled, trying to ease the tension before turning to his parents, who seemed none the wiser.

To avoid any conversation between the two of you, you quickly shifted your attention to his parents. “I suggested to Abeoji that we have samgyeopsal tonight. Eomma, what do you think?”

Eomma’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “That sounds perfect, it's Jaehyun’s favourite! We should already have everything we need in the fridge.” She beamed, clearly excited at the idea of a hearty family meal.

Abeoji chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “Good choice, Y/N! Adeul, my daughter-in-law really knows you so well.”

Jaehyun just gave a small nod but didn’t push any further. His lips curled into a small smile as he looked at you, the atmosphere a bit lighter now with the focus back on his parents and the meal ahead. The subtle tension from earlier seemed to ease, if only for a moment.

The rest of the afternoon was spent catching up on Culinary Class Wars, the show his parents had recently become hooked on. You found yourself laughing along with them as they debated the contestants’ cooking styles. The light-hearted conversations and the warm atmosphere washed off the tension that you and Jaehyun had the night before.

TIme passed quickly and it was already time for dinner. The sizzling sound of the samgyeopsal on the grill filled the room as you all gathered around the table, ready to enjoy the meal together. Jaehyun was cooking the meat while you sat beside him, helping to arrange the banchan and pour drinks. Jaehyun’s quiet focus on grilling the meat was a stark contrast to the lively conversation happening around the table.

The folks were chatting away, enjoying the food and laughing at something Abeoji had said. Even though you were still charging at minimal conversation with Jaehyun. You glanced at him and noticed how relaxed he looked, his figure no longer tense, and his smile a little softer.

As you passed the cooked meat to Eomma, she smiled at you. “See, Y/N? You’re already fitting right in with our family traditions. It’s time to make it official, don't you think?” she said warmly, causing Jaehyun to glance at you briefly while you gave an awkward smile.

Jaehyun’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, his expression unreadable, but you could see the subtle shift in his demeanor. The weight of his mother’s words hung in the air, but neither of you spoke for a few seconds, the room suddenly feeling a little quieter.

Eomma, sensing the slight awkwardness between the two of you, chuckled softly, trying to smooth things over. “I’m just teasing, Y/N. No pressure at all.” She reached over to gently pat your hand, her smile still warm and welcoming.

Abeoji, ever the relaxed one, joined in with a playful grin. “It’s always good to have you here, Y/N. We’re glad Jaehyun found someone who loves him as much as we do.”

“Thanks, Abeoji, I’m also very happy to be here.” You said while offering a soft laugh to break the tension.

Jaehyun put some banchan in your bowl gently. “Here, your favourites.” he said quietly, his voice no longer strained.

You nodded, accepting them with a light smile “Thanks.”

Jaehyun, though quiet, seemed to relax a little more at the shift in tone before returning to his task of grilling the meat, his focus back on the task at hand. As the night wore on, the atmosphere became even more comfortable. The soft clinking of the glassware filled the space while Eomma and Abeoji joked around and shared stories as the meal continued.

After everyone had their fill and the food was cleared. You, Jaehyun, Eomma, and Abeoji moved effortlessly through the cleanup, working together in a rhythm that felt almost like second nature.

And once everything was done, you decided to call it a day and excused yourself to the room. Jaehyun followed you behind, intending to address the issue from the night before and talk things through with you. But before he could gather his thoughts, you were already out to the bathroom for a shower, leaving him alone, waiting for you to return.

As he settled himself on the bed, there was a gentle knock at the door. Jaehyun glanced up to see Eomma standing there, holding a plate of fresh fruit.

“Adeul, eat some fruit. Make sure to leave some for Y/N.” she said with a warm smile, offering him the plate.

“Thank you, Eomma. You’re the best.” Jaehyun said, taking the plate from her gratefully.

Eomma gave a playful smile. “Yes, I know I’m the best. But I also know something’s going on between the two of you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Jaehyun chuckled, a bit sheepish. “Hahaha, your son’s an actor, and he still can’t deceive you.”

Eomma raised an eyebrow, her tone turning more serious. “Cut the nonsense already. What’s wrong?”

Jaehyun sighed, leaning back on the bed as chewed on his fruit. “It’s nothing really, just a small argument and we didn’t really resolve things last night.” he admitted quietly, his tone heavier than before. “But I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”

Eomma’s gaze softened as she looked at Jaehyun, sensing that there was more to it than he was letting on.

“Are you sure?” she asked gently, her voice filled with concern. “Y/N’s been off all day.”

Jaehyun hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering towards the bathroom door outside of the room where you’d gone in. He took a deep breath, his fingers gripping on to the fruit skewers tightly. Eomma studied him carefully, her motherly instincts sharp. She set the plate of fruits down on the nightstand and moved closer, gently placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to handle it alone, Jaehyun.” she said softly, her voice full of concern. “You know we’re always here for you. But sometimes, talking things out is the best way to make it right. That’s the way to a happy marriage.”

Jaehyun let out a sigh, his eyes flickering toward the bathroom door again afraid that you might walk in any minute. “About that, Eomma… can we not talk about this in front of Y/N for now?”

“Why, Jaehyun? I don’t understand. Both of you have been together for almost five years. Isn’t it time to start thinking about a family? Y/N has always wanted children, hasn’t she? And you too. What’s holding you back?”

Jaehyun ran a hand through his hair, visibly struggling with the weight of his emotions. “Okay, fine… I’ll tell you, but promise me you’ll stay calm.”

Eomma nodded, “Go on.” her voice laid with concern.

“Y/N was pregnant…” Jaehyun’s voice cracked slightly, and he paused, gathering himself. “But it wasn’t meant to be. It was an ectopic pregnancy. She had a miscarriage last month.”

Eomma’s hand dropped from Jaehyun’s shoulder, expression shifting from concern to something deeper, something harder to read. She placed a hand over her heart, trying to collect herself from the news. The silence between them grew thick as she absorbed his words.

Jaehyun’s voice wavered, guilt evident in his eyes. “Eomma, I’m very sorry. Apart from that, I… I cheated on Y/N earlier on. And she found out right after the miscarriage. She didn’t take it too well at that point.”

As the hurt from the miscarriage was still palpable in her eyes. Her eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively covering her mouth trying to collect herself, but she couldn’t and burst out in tears.

Her tears flowed freely as she struggled to catch her breath, her sobs shaking her body. She hit Jaehyun’s chest lightly, her fists weak from the weight of her emotions. “Jeong Yuno, how could you? ” she cried out. “How could you do this to Y/N… the woman who loves you wholeheartedly. Especially when she was already going through so much.” She said as she choked on her words in between her sobs.

Jaehyun stood there, frozen, his chest aching from the blows, but he didn’t flinch. He deserved every bit of it. His head hung low, eyes watered while the guilt suffocated him, as he stood in front of the woman who had raised him, who had always been a steady source of love and support.

You paused in the doorway, eyes wide as you took in the heartbreaking scene before your eyes. Seeing Jaehyun standing there with a pained expression while his mother was crying in front of him, your heart clenched as you understood what had just happened. Jaehyun must’ve told his mother everything.

Sensing someone by the door. Eomma’s tear-streaked face met your gaze, and it didn’t take long for the realization to dawn on her. She wiped her eyes quickly, attempting to gather herself, but her voice trembled with a mixture of sorrow and concern. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I didn’t know about any of this.”

Not moving, you stood there, lips pressed tightly together. The storm of emotions you had been holding back finally began to break through. You had known about the cheating before, had found out about it in the most painful way possible at the worst time, but hearing it from Jaehyun’s own lips still struck a raw nerve.

Seeing the pain it caused Eomma, it was like everything crashing down at once. The weight of her words hung in the air. You cast a brief glance at Jaehyun, eyes betraying the hurt that you had been holding inside. “It’s okay… It’s not your fault, Eomma.”

Without saying anything else, you moved towards Eomma, pulling her into a warm embrace. Eomma stiffened for a moment but then leaned into you, the sobs quieting as you guided her away from the room.

As you left, your chest tightened with each step, mind swirling with emotions you had tried so hard to keep buried. You took deep breaths, willing yourself to stay composed. For Eomma’s sake, if not your own.

You gently guided Eomma to sit down, hands steady despite the storm within yourself. Without a word, you poured a glass of warm water and placed it into Eomma’s trembling hands.

Eomma looked up at you, eyes still glistening with unshed tears. “I should’ve known.” she whispered, her voice heavy.

Offering a small, sad smile. “You couldn’t have. And even if you did, it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

Eomma took a sip of the water, her grip tightening around the glass. “But I could have been there for you.”

“You’re here now.” you said softly. “That’s all that matters.”

Eomma's voice wavered as she reached for your hands, her grip firm yet full of sorrow. “Y/N… I sincerely apologize for my son’s behavior. I failed as his Eomma.” Her eyes brimmed with regret, her pain evident in every word.

You shook your head immediately, the hold on Eomma’s hands tightening in reassurance. “Please don’t say that. You are not to blame for his actions.”

Eomma let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping as she whispered, “I raised him to be better than this.”

“You did.” saying softly. “He made his own mistakes, Eomma. This isn’t your burden to carry.”

Tears welled up in the older woman’s eyes again, but this time, there was something else in them, an unspoken gratitude, an understanding that even in heartbreak, kindness still remained.

You gave her a small, reassuring smile, squeezing her hands gently. “Don’t worry about us, Eomma.” you whispered, “We’ll be okay… somehow.”

Eomma’s tears slipped down her cheeks, but she nodded, seeing the quiet strength in your eyes. “You’ve always been so strong,” she murmured. “Stronger than I could ever be.”

“I don’t know about that. I just… I have to be.” Letting out a small, bittersweet chuckle.

Eomma reached up, cupping your cheek with a mother’s warmth. “No matter what happens, you will always have a place in my heart, Y/N. Always.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat and nodding, blinking back your own tears. At that moment, words weren’t necessary. The love and understanding between the both of you spoke louder than anything else ever could.

It took some time for Eomma to calm down, and eventually, exhaustion from crying lulled her into sleep. Gently, you draped a duvet over her before quietly retreating to the bedroom, closing the door softly behind you.

You stood by the door for a moment, watching Jaehyun’s figure tremble as he tried to stifle his sobs. The sight of him like this, so vulnerable, so unlike the man you had known for years, made your chest tighten.

Jaehyun wasn’t one to cry, not openly or to you at least, not even when things got unbearably difficult. But here he was, breaking apart in the dim light of his childhood bedroom, his back to you as if he couldn’t bear to let you see him this way.

A sigh left your lips, barely audible, but it was enough to make him freeze. He didn’t turn around, didn’t try to wipe away the evidence of his grief. He simply sat there, shoulders hunched, waiting, perhaps for your words, perhaps for your touch, or maybe just for the silence to swallow him whole.

You took slow steps forward, stopping just behind him. For a second, you hesitated. Then, despite everything, the pain, the betrayal, the lingering wounds. You reached out, rubbing your hand lightly on his shoulder.

Jaehyun inhaled sharply at the contact, his breath unsteady. “I’m sorry.” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I’m really sorry for everything, Y/N. You never deserved this.”

You closed your eyes, letting his words settle between you. You weren’t sure what to say, or if there was anything left to say at all. But at that moment, with his body shaking beneath your touch, you simply stayed.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours for a moment, and though neither of you spoke, there was a quiet understanding that you were both doing your best to navigate the unspoken spaces between the both of you. And in that instant, whatever composure he had crumbled. A shuddering breath escaped him as he broke down once again, the gravity of his actions hitting him like a tidal wave.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around him and hushed him softly, gently guiding him against your body, offering quiet comfort as he let his tears flow freely. You stayed like that for a while, the silence between you heavy but healing. Crying to yourself every day after everything unfolded a month ago, you had become numb at this point, the emotional toll so overwhelming it felt like a part of you was detached, floating just above the pain.

“I didn’t mean for things to escalate like that.” He muttered over your shoulders.

Pausing for a moment, letting his words settle in. Slowly, you turned to face him. There was an intensity in his eyes, a silent plea, but beneath that, you could see the raw vulnerability.

“I know you didn’t,” you replied softly, your voice steady but carrying the weight of your emotions. “I really don’t want this to affect our relationship, and I didn’t want to keep dragging it on either.”

Jaehyun’s gaze softened, his brow furrowing as he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it brushed against yours. “Y/N, I wish I could take everything back. Especially the things that made you feel this way.” His voice broke with sincerity, his eyes brimming with regret.

You could feel his pain, but your heart weighed even more with the same confusion, the same ache. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. “I know, Jaehyun. But some things... can’t just be taken back. It’s not about the apology anymore.”

His hand tightened around yours, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath.

You looked at him, trying to find the words that didn’t feel like empty promises. “I need time. To heal, to understand everything. And so do you. We both need time to figure out how we can move forward from here.”

He nodded, his face a mix of guilt and helplessness. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

Jaehyun's eyes softened as you spoke, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you both. He took a shaky breath, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly.

"We will figure it out," you muttered, more for yourself than for him, but it seemed to bring him some comfort. "We will be okay."

He nodded slowly, his expression weary but determined. "I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. To make things right." His voice was steady now, though it still carried the remnants of the pain he had been holding onto.

You squeezed his hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile. “We both will.” It wasn’t a promise of immediate resolution, but it was a promise of trying, of not giving up on each other just yet.

For a moment, there was only heavy silence between you both, the space filled with unspoken emotions, unaddressed fears. You didn’t have all the answers, and neither did he. But maybe, just maybe, time was the only thing that could help heal the wounds that had been left behind.

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