"What?" Jaemin asked, shocked as he looked at his father. He couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. He glanced down at his mother, who faced down to the ground while she was sitting on the sofa. She was sobbing softly and gently wiping her tears away. Her tiny figure was shaking.
"I know son. We are really sorry. I should just have talked to you." He said apologetically and tried to pat Jaemin's shoulder, but he walked a few steps backwards so there would remain some distance between them. He lifted his head up and looked at his father.
Jaemin felt betrayed. He felt like someone he loved so dearly had just stabbed him with a knife. He trusted his parents with everything, which included his wife. He never thought that his own parents could be the ones that would be hurting
