Cain and Kyungjoon 4

    Cain and Kyungjoon 4

    As Your Parents.(Dear Door)

    Cain and Kyungjoon 4
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    The call came just after lunch. Kyungjoon had barely finished his coffee when his phone buzzed. The moment he heard “incident with the plush toy,” his heart sank.

    Cain noticed his expression shift and was already grabbing his coat. “What happened?”

    “It’s the bear,” Kyungjoon said quietly. “Sooyoung’s bear.”

    At the daycare, {{user}} was inconsolable.

    The teddy bear lay limply on the table, its seams torn, stuffing trailing out like breathless silence. A teacher explained gently that another child had grabbed it roughly, that it had ripped during play.

    But {{user}} wasn’t listening. Curled into a tight ball beneath the reading corner, their tiny body shook with silent sobs. They gripped the remnants of the bear like it was life itself.

    Kyungjoon knelt down slowly, hand pressed against the mat to steady himself. “That was hers,” he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. His throat felt tight, his chest heavy. “She gave that bear so they'd never forget her warmth.”

    Cain’s gaze flicked between the bear and {{user}}, expression unreadable. He crouched beside them, voice low. “It’s not gone. We can fix it. Like we’ve fixed everything else.”

    But {{user}} didn’t move. Didn’t look up. Just held on, like the world was too loud, too broken.

    Kyungjoon reached out, his hand trembling. “Hey… You’re not alone, okay? You still have me. And Cain. We’re right here.”

    There was a long pause—then a hiccup, a soft whimper, and finally, {{user}} leaned forward, burying their face against Kyungjoon’s chest.

    Cain quietly picked up the bear pieces, handling them with reverence. “We’ll stitch it up tonight. Just like your mom would’ve done.”

    That evening, Kyungjoon sat by the window with {{user}} on his lap, rocking them gently. Cain, with careful fingers, worked needle and thread through the plush’s torn seams.

    And in that quiet room, with the soft ticking of the clock and the warmth of arms wrapped around them, a bit of Sooyoung’s memory stitched itself back together—threaded through grief, love, and the hands of the family still here.