"Lee Seo Yeon," I heard a masculine voice call my name. The sound was slightly familiar so I rotated my head to the source of the sound and saw my doctor walking towards me with a nurse dragging along. She was carrying a silver-colored, metallic tray filled with alcohol, bandages, scissors and other different medical equipment.

Namjoon was still sitting next to me, so he immediately stood up and let the doctor do his thing. I pushed myself upwards in respect of the doctor's presence and bowed slightly with my head.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me before ordering the nurse to proceed removing the bandage that was ready wrapped around my injury.

"I'm doing alright," I replied, feeling my body go stiff at the feeling of the scissors being so close to my skin. Namjoon must've noticed, so he put his hand on mine in an assuring way, and it made the tensioned muscles all over my body relax a bit.

"This is just a check up on your general condition. We just want to make sure that the surgery didn't affect your immune system or anything else in your body, so don't worry," The doctor said before putting on his glasses that were previously dangling from his neck and wearing his medical gloves. He took a piece of cotton from the tray the nurse was carrying and poured alcohol all over it then started cleaning around my wound. I let out a grunt at the feeling of the alcohol touching my wound and held Namjoon's hand even tighter instead of letting out a scream. The feeling of the alcohol dancing over my wound was like electricity shooting up my leg and attacking all my nerves. It made all the muscles in my body tense again, and breathing itself was very difficult. I had to hold my breath throughout most of the procedure.

"You are doing good. It is okay," The doctor said and I saw him grab another pair of scissors from the silver tray.

"Wait. What are you going to do with that?" I asked him and he smiled.

"You worry too much. I'm just going to cut off part of the bandage," He replied and I let a breath escape my mouth. The presence of this doctor near me was stressing me out to an extremely huge extent. The moment he finished wrapping my injury again, he picked up my clipboard from the front of my bed then clicked on the pen and started writing something on it. Once he was done, he clicked the pen again to close it and returned the clipboard back to its place.

"Your leg is recovering, so I'll be removing your stitches very soon and you will be capable of standing on your legs again. Just make sure to not use it for now, alright?" He said and I nodded at him in response.

"Thank you doctor," Namjoon said and so the doctor smiled at him and nodded before walking away alongside the nurse who accompanied him.

Namjoon turned towards me then seated himself again next to me on my bed.

"So? What do you want to do today?" He asked me, dimples popping out from his cheeks.

I shrugged at him and said," Nothing specific."

Namjoon stared away for a couple of seconds before his eyes shone bright and another wide smile formed on his face.

"How about we go hang out with Jin hyung, Taehyung, and Hobi hyung later on tonight?" He suggested and I nodded with excitement.

"Sounds great!" I replied back then slid myself down my bed.

Namjoon and I spent our time talking about different things. He was actually a very good listener and also an excellent speaker. His ways of thinking really amazed me, and I felt really stupid just by opening my mouth. I felt like wanting him to go on forever ranting about whatever he wants, because listening to him speak was like watching an angel spread its wings and fly high. He had a very amazing way of engaging the person in front of him with whatever topic. Not only was it the longest conversation I've ever had with someone, it was also the best.

Time passed by very quickly and soon, the sun was setting. The moment it was starting to get darker outside, the light bulbs on the poles immediately turned on, and the place was lightened up again.

"Do you want to go now?" Namjoon suddenly asked me.

I nodded my head rapidly with excitement before grabbing into his arm and helping myself up.

"Let's go," He said, but before we took even a single step, a nurse called out my name.

"Lee Seo Yeon?" She asked and I nodded.

"It is me," I answered.

"You wrote down the name 'Lee Jae Hyuk' on one of the clipboards, am I right?" she asked me and right at the mention of his name my heart started beating really quickly and my breathing became uneven.

"Yes! Yes I have!" I shouted with excitement and concern at the same time.

Her expression changed from neutral to sorrowful in just a matter of seconds. The expression that was on her face worried me.

"I believe we have found him. Please follow me," She said before immediately turning her back to the both of us and walking away.

Namjoon and I looked at each other before following along. She led us outside the tent and the moment the air touched my body, I felt a chill travel through my body. The weather has already started becoming cold, but I guess we never felt that chill because of how crowded it was inside the tent. The wind blew against my face, making my whole body shiver. Namjoon's arms felt tense, and his muscles hardened as he tried his best to not shiver.

"This way," The nurse said and walked us towards another tent. I never noticed that there was more than one tent, but then when I thought about it, many things made much more sense. For instance, how we weren't capable of finding Jungkook even though we searched all over the tent. He could be in one of the other two.

I noticed more and more trucks arrive with more injured people, and there was only one truck that seemed to be in charge of the dead bodies. All dead bodies were carried in stretchers and covered with white sheets which later got stained with blood if the deceased was injured.

I looked at where those stretchers ended up, and it seemed to me that the tent that we were about to enter only gave access to the men with stretchers. No one else came in or out of it, which made my heart beats fasten.

I thought that maybe we were going to have to pass through this tent and enter a third one, but I knew what I was saying was wrong because I could only see three tents in total: the one I was originally in, the one connected to ours through the back, and the one that we were about to enter.

The moment the guards standing in front of the tent saw the nurse, they immediately made way for her and the three of us entered. The feeling that took over me was indescribable. The place was filled with dead bodies covered in sheets and the atmosphere smelled like rotten blood. Bodies were piled up next to and over each other, and the sight made me sick. I kept on walking behind the nurse, wishing for her to speed up so we can get the hell out of this place before I actually throw up, however my heart stopped beating when she stopped in her track.

"I'm very sorry," The nurse said and looked down.

I felt hot tears form at the edge of my eyes, but I held them back, because I believed that she was mistaken.

"Why did you stop here? Lets continue moving," I said and was going to start moving but Namjoon stopped me. His eyes were already filled with tears and seeing them only made more tears fill up my eyes.

"Where is my father?" I asked the nurse through gritted teeth but she just looked down. I was extremely furious. I couldn't believe that the moment I actually find one of my parents, it would be that way.

"Your father has passed away. He came in as a severely injured case, but passed away during surgery. We are very sorry for your loss," The nurse answered then walked away towards the tent's exit.

I just stood there feeling my heart get shattered very slowly. My brain was in the middle of processing what the nurse had said, and it didn't make any sense to me. I didn't want it to make sense. I wanted it to be a lie.

For a moment, my breath got stuck in the middle of my throat, and it was like I forgot how to breath. My diaphragm was paralyzed, and my cardiac muscle was over working itself. Even though my heart was doing the best it could to pump blood to all my organs despite its miserable condition, my head still felt light and I wanted to faint so bad, but I couldn't. Something was keeping me up, and I hated it because right at that moment, I wanted to not think about the world. I didn't want to think about anyone or anything. I wanted to fly away from Earth to Heaven and bring back the ones I lost. I wanted revenge, but who will I take it from? Nature?

I bent down to my knees next to the body the nurse pointed to me and slowly reached out for the white cover. The cover was still white, so I thanked God for that. I grabbed the edge of the cover and slowly pulled it down with trembling hands, revealing my father's pale face. I let out a low scream and dropped the cover. I put my hands to my face and looked at my father's face with horror and sorrow.

"Dad?" I asked myself as if I wasn't sure of the answer.

I shook my head in denial and looked up at Namjoon who had his head down. His eyes caught mine and instantly a tear dropped from them.

"N-Namjoon... this- this can't be him. Please tell me it isn't him," I begged Namjoon but he just closed his eyes and continued looking down.

"I'm sorry," He said then bent down to my level and pushed my body towards his gently. The moment my body got buried in his chest, I started bailing out my eyes. I let some screams escape my mouth, but they came out muffled. I just sat there in Namjoon's arms, sobbing as much as I possibly could. No matter how much I sobbed, the pain in me didn't want to disappear along with my tears.

Namjoon kept on holding me tighter second by second. He didn't say anything to me, and I was grateful for his decision. I just wanted to cry.

"W-why?" I asked myself as I sobbed.

I pulled away from Namjoon's grip, but he still made sure to hold me.

"W-when I asked to find them, I-I didn't mean it that way," I cried out to Namjoon, but all he did was look into my eyes with sorrow and grief.

I looked over at my father's dead body and said," W-what do I do now?"

I pushed myself away from Namjoon, and he let me go. I crawled over next to my dad's cold and stiff body then held his hand.

I flinched at how cold it was, and it only made me want to cry even more.

"Dad. Come on. This is not home. I'm doing alright. I don't need to be here anymore so let me drive us back home," I said while sobbing.

It wasn't that I expected any form of response from him, but the more I felt like I would never hear his voice ever again, or see his face in person made me want to end my life with his.

I looked down and cried.

"I-I thought you loved me. So why didn't you hold on longer?" I asked myself.

There was nothing I could do anymore. My father was gone, and all I prayed for was my mother. If she was alive then that was just enough for me. I couldn't tolerate the thought of losing another parent of mine.

"I love you dad. I always have and I always will. And I'm sorry if I wasn't always the daughter you have wanted, but if you can at least hear me right now, I want to tell you that I was very happy spending my life with you as my father. I was honoured," I said in between hiccups.

After observing his face for the last time in my life, I covered it back with the sheets and then stood up. Namjoon stood up after I did and then bowed down to my father and held my arm.

"You have a great daughter sir. I'm thankful towards you for raising her well," Namjoon said and a tear slipped from his eye. His lips trembled as he tried his best to not cry. The way Namjoon addressed my father even though my father never really approved of him made my heart ache even more and more tears started flowing down my face.

"Come on. Let's go back," Namjoon said after paying his respect to my deceased father.

He held my arm and pulled me gently along with him. I looked back once more at the white sheets that covered my father.

I will forever live with you in my heart, and I know that you will stay with me throughout my life. Thank you for being there for me through my darkest times, for making me as happy as I possibly could, for giving me the best education, for raising me well, for worrying about me even when I let out a slight cough, for making me feel loved, for over working yourself just for me. Thank you for being the best father I could ever ask for. I'll love you forever.

Goodbye, dad.

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Hello my lovelies...

Okay this is sad and I hate myself for it... AND YOUR EYES TELL STARTED PLAYING RIGHT WHEN SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT HER FATHER'S DEATH SO NOW IM AN EMOTIONAL MESS

Brb I'm crying

Don't forget to take care and love yourselves,

Thank you all,

I love you,

-R 💜💜