Contains triggering content. Rape/ assault.

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Yoongi

“Y/N?" A man said with a small smile.

He was quite tall and handsome, dressed in a crisp black suit, black tie, his shoes were shining and an expensive watch trodden on his wrist.

Looking at the situation I could say he must be her dad.

Y/N mother was frozen, her eyes were slightly teary.

I look at the little girl who didn't give a damn about anything and was watching the BTS run episode.

“Hye rin?" I called out.

She looked at me and I gesture to her to come close.

“Go in Y/N's room for a while okay?" I told her. She nodded and ran upstairs.

Hye Jin hyung stood close to aunt Soohee.

“Who are you?" Y/N asked him.

I frown.

Not her dad?

“Y/N, you are my daughter, please don't be like this,” he said walking in further.

Y/N chuckled darkly.

“What? Who? Me?" The sarcasm in her voice was pretty clear.

“Y/N let's talk properly, please," the man pleaded with his eyes.

“Please get lost. You are not wanted here. I am not your daughter and you are nothing to me,” she sternly said.

“Y/N! Don't talk to your dad like that!" Her mother yelled.

It's the first time I witness her yelling at Y/N.

“Oh mom, please! There is no such thing as Dad in my dictionary,” Y/N spat.

“Y/N y-

Hye Jin kept his hand on her shoulder and she stops.

“Look, we both are happy in our life. So just leave us alone,” Y/N sighed.

“Y/N, how many times should I ask for forgiveness? The divorce was mutual. We both weren't happy with each other!” the man raised his voice.

“What! Mutual? Do you know the meaning of mutual? It's when you both are happy with the agreement. Mom wasn't!” she yelled.

“I-I...Y/N lets calmly talk,” he took a step towards her.

Y/N stepped back forthwith.

“She wasn't happy! She was broken! YOU BROKE HER! You threw that damn paper on her face! You left me! You didn't even say a word to me and threw us away like trash! BECAUSE OF YOU, I CAN'T BELIEVE IN THE WORD LOVE! YOU HAVE RUINED THE WORD TRUST AND MARRIAGE FOR ME!” she cries out, trembling. Her eyes replenished with furry and her lower lip quivered. I wanted to hug her, but that's not what she needs.

Y/N's mother bites her lip, trying not to cry.

The man had tears in his eyes and he lowered his gaze.

“I don't get why? Just why? You both were so happy. Or was I blind? Our family was so happy. And you fucked up. What was the reason? Oh yeah...you fell out of love. That day you also fell out of my life and heart Mr. Lee,” she said firmly.

“I am sorry, I am sorry," the man kept repeating over and over again.

“You are? Then get on your knees and apologize to my mother,” Y/N demanded motion him to get on his knees.

“Y/N stop it please,” her mother pleaded.

“What? You can't. Of course, you can't. Your pride won't let you," she laughed painfully.

She is a completely different person when she is furious. Now, more than angry, she was just hurt. Even though she was been sarcastic and yelling like a strong person, inside she was just breaking herself with every word she uttered.

“Y/N! Please I am begging you!” her mother said desperately.

Y/N slammed the vase down, then the glass and a tray. She shot the last glimpse to her father before storming out of the house.

Hye Jin gestured me to take the coat. I take it from him and we both nod at each other silently saying to handle these two women.

I ran out of the house and saw her hustling down the street, barefoot.

You can't run from past Y/N, face it.
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Park Hye Jin

I silently stood, not knowing what to do.

I didn't know she was the ex-wife of Lee, my business rival.

“Just go Lee Ryan, she doesn't need you," Soohee said sternly.

“Soohee, I was just here to wish her. Our daughter turned 20 today," he said.

“Thanks, I didn't know," she let out a chuckle.

“Soohee, please. I thought we talk about it,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Yes. And I made it clear that I don't want to see your face again. Didn't I?"

“I know. I don't deserve to talk to her. But I love her. How can I forget the fact she is my daughter?”

“You know what? I will leave it to you. You know her better than I do. She would never talk to you like she did before. Don't even expect to call her Dad,” Soohee snapped.

“I just want to talk to her, I missed her Soohee. I missed Y/N. The way she would make me tea, talk to me about her school, the way I use to braid her hair, our ice cream walks...I missed it,” he cried softly.

“You ruined it. You ruined us. You asked for a divorce. And I loved you enough to give it to you. You broke us, Ryan. You broke our daughter's heart so bad, I feel...so helpless.....I can't even mend it....she hasn't even cried since you left us you know? She doesn't show her emotions. Where were you when she was accused of half murder? Why didn't you help us? Why didn't you talk to her that time?"

What?

Half murder?

“I DID! I TRIED!" He yelled, “You didn't accept my help. I secretly sent that lawyer who helped you!"

“I blame you! You don't get to yell in my house. We divorced. We are over. Please leave. Don't try to contact Y/N,” She firmly told him, trying to step further but I wrap my arm around her and pulled her back into my chest.

“There are glass pieces,” I mumbled looking at the shattered plate and vase.

“Park Hye Jin?" He tilts his head, giving me a hard stare.

“Hello, Mr. Lee,” I said lazily.

“Why..what are you doing here?" He asked.

“That's none of your business. I believe this beautiful woman doesn't want your presence so please kindly walk out before I call cops,” I said sternly.

“What? Who the hell are you?" He snapped.

“My boyfriend. Now leave," Soohee told him and my eyes dilated.

He gaped at me in disbelief, and I pull Soohee closer to me them he turns on his heels and walked out.

When the door slammed shut, Soohee took a deep breath and abandoned her body in my arms, placing her head on my shoulder. I support her, silently.

“Just sleep," I whispered.

I picked her in my arms, maybe a little too much. But I don't care. I walked into her bedroom and placed her on the bed.

I sat beside her, she was holding her breath and tears in. I slowly wrapped my arms around her tiny frame and she broke down in tears.

“He...left us....he lef-left me," she sobbed, clutching my shirt. I pat her back silently.

Isn't it ironic?

We cry for the person who didn't love us, on the shoulder of a person who does.
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Y/N

“You can cry Y/N, there is nothing wrong in crying," Yoongi pulled my body closer to him.

“For him? For the person who made my mother cry day and night? Never," I said.

“Cry for yourself not him,” he told me softly stroking my arm.

No. I won't.

There is nothing to cry for. It won't fix anything. It won't fix the memory of when I use to see my mother crying every day staring at her wedding photos.

How easily he gathered the courage of facing us? How easily he said sorry for breaking two hearts?

“I am here for you,” he creased my back, holding me tightly against him.

I want to cry.

But I will not.

I always was happy whenever I saw my dad. I used to jump on him hugging him tightly when he came from a business trip. I hate cooking but I used to love it if he was the one to eat. We used to paint together and mess the house earning an earful from mother, I used to dance for him like a monkey to make him laugh, we used to play chess together, debate with each other, he used to help me in the study, he uses to love me, we used to tease our mother until she punished us, he used to be the first one to wish me.

I envied Hye rin, whenever I saw her with her dad.

Why?

Why dad?

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Yoongi

She fell asleep in my arms, I silently place her in the car and drive her home. She didn't cry. She concealed all the pain in her with a painful smile. Her face was blank, she just looks so......empty.

It is heartbreaking watching her like this. Watching her trying to be strong, calm, trying to mend her heart all by herself.

I parked the car in her driveway and stare at her face.

They were still yelling. I could hear it.

You broke us, Ryan. You broke our daughter's heart so bad, I feel...so helpless.....I can't even mend it....she hasn't even cried since you left us you know? She doesn't show her emotions. Where were you when she was accused of half murder? Why didn't you help us? Why didn't you talk to her that time?"

My eyes widened. Half murder?

I stared at Y/N who was sleeping peacefully.

The memory of the day she picked up the fork and scared that girl away flashed in my mind.

Her mother did inform me about her temper issues, she did say she is destructive....but.....half murder.

I silently sat for a while, the front door was slammed open then shut. Her dad walks towards his car and climbed in, soon taking off.

I stay in the car, letting her sleep.

Y/N, why don't you talk to me? I will understand, I promise. I will.

I creased her cheek softly and sighed. I texted hyung informing him I will be staying over.

I collect her in my arms and rand the bell. Hye Jin hyung unfastens the door offering me a small smile.

“Soohee is asleep and Hye rin in asleep in Y/N's room," he told me.

The apartment was clean, he must have done it.

“I will tug her in, then let's talk," I said and he nods in agreement.

I hiked upstairs, into her room. A little girl was cuddling with a pillow. I place Y/N on the bed. I draped both the girls with a comforter and set the AC temperature. Before walking out, I place a kiss on her forehead. She was wearing Hye Jin's coat since she walked out without a bra.

Idiot.

I tread downstairs catching sight of Hye Jin hyung, who was sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, cancel them," he spoke on the phone.

I sat across him, he smiled slightly at my arrival.

“I don't care, just cancel them. I have something important to care of," he said coldly and hangs up.

He sighed rubbing his temples.

“Want a drink?" He asked.

I nod. He was already ready with glasses and soju.

We clinked our glasses then start to drink.

“Did she cry?" He asked.

“No, did aunt cry?" I implored.

“A lot."

He must be pretty hurt to see her cry for some other man.

“Yoongi. I love her mother if by any chance she gives me a chance, Y/N I will be related. I already consider Y/N someone important. I shouldn't be conversing with you about this but please leave her if you don't have any intention of a momentous relationship. She is sensitive to this stuff," he told me.

He knows something that I don't know.

“Hyung, I love her,” I admit. He held my gaze studying me, to see if I am lying.

I let him read me.

“Okay," he drained his glass, so do I. We pour for each other another glass.

“Tell me. The half murder thing. I know you know about it," I urged.

“I was going to tell you anyway. If you talk to Y/N about it, I will kill you man," he warned me.

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah yeah, don't act like her father already. You have a long way to go," I said.

“Thanks that's was comforting," he rolled his eyes.

“Welcome."

“Okay. So listen, Soohee told me that just now. Y/N had a during high school. They were pretty good, she was serious about him. A lot. They were in the same school. They were dating for years. Then right after her parent's divorce, something happened between them. He...he raped her”

My heart sank.

I clenched my jaw hard and balls my fist. My eyes sting with tears, and with twitching hands, I brushed them.

“Yoongi, don't cry. She taught a lesson to that motherfucker,” he told me.

“What she did?" I asked swallowing a lump in my throat.

“She burned his dick,” he said

A teary chuckle fled out of my mouth.

“Serves him right,” I spat, gulping my third drink.

“Yeah. She also almost stabbed him, but he somehow got away. So she was arrested for half murder. She got away because of her uncle, who is a lawyer. That bastard is still in jail,” he said.

“My girl is hella strong,” I mumbled.

“She indeed is. Soohee said she changed a lot after Soohee and her dad got divorced. They never talk about her ex. It's like they pretend it never happened. The same day the incident ensued. That motherfucking bastard took advantage of her vulnerability that day”

Is that a reason she is never vulnerable around anyone? She never cries in front of anyone.

If I find that guy, I will beat the pulp out of him.

“I will join you in that," He said.

Did I say that loud?

“Yes, you did.”

Wow, I must be drunk.

“Yes you are," he smiled cheekily.

“Stop already," I groan and he laughed

We converse a bit then stumbled here and there, passing on the floor.
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Y/N

I arose when I felt a soul hugging me.

Yoongi?

But the hands were so tiny.

I peeked down in my arms and laugh.

Hyerin was cuddled up in my arms like a small kitten.

I look around the room. Where is my other kitten?

Did he leave?

I slowly peeled her arms off. I discarded the coat and strolled out of my room.

It was early in the dawn. Mom wasn't up yet.

I thumped on her bedroom entrance before walking in.

“Mom?" I called out when I don't see her in bed.

“I am in the shower honey. Why you are up so early?" She asked from the bathroom.

“Hye rin was cuddling into me so I woke up,” I said laying in the bed.

“Aww...I missed that scene. I wanted to see that. I thought you hate kids."

“Maybe no,” I frowned.

Kids are annoying and loud. Something I don't like. But I don't hate kids.

Okay, maybe a little.

“Okay, can you make some coffee for us bot?. I haven't even stepped out of my room. God knows, how messy must be the room!” she said in a dramatic tone.

“Okay,” I stood up to leave.

But then I walk back and leaned in the bathroom door.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Sorry for yesterday,” I breathe out heavily.

There was a silence, I just heard the sound of water hitting the floor.

“It's okay. I am surprised that you just broke one vase, glass, and a tray,” she laughed.

“I was about to break the radio,” I admit.

“Then I would have broken your neck,” she retorted.

Of course, she would have. Hye Jin gifted her that radio.

“I will go and make coffee,” I confided her.

“Dont mess up the kitchen girl."

“Yes, maam!”

I waddled into the living room and my eyes saw something I shouldn't have.

I knead my eyes and again confirmed the scene.

“What the fuck!"

Min Yoongi and Park Hye Jin were tightly hugging each other, sleeping like the dead on the floor.

My eyes fell on the bottles of soju and glasses, a sigh evaded from my open mouth.

Men.

I threw the bottles away and gaze at those two.

They look cute though.

I spot Yoongi's phone on the table. I pick it up and clicked their pictures then send them to me.

The apartment was clean, they must have cleaned it. There was a faint smell of soju so I sprayed the air freshener to perish the whiff and concocted coffee and tea for me

That's weird to witness at them in each other's embrace.

“What in the world- gosh they look cute!" Mom laughed at the glimpse of two men, I laugh along with her.

Both the men stirred and we ceased laughing.

“Shhhh!” she shushed me keeping her index finger in her lips.

I nodded.

“WHAT THE FUCK!" Mom and I jumped when Hye Jin screamed crawling away from Yoongi

Yoongi groaned, “Go away. Let me sleep!" He hide his face.

“Eww...I hugged you!"

Yoongi grind his eyes and settled upright.

“Yes, you hugged me. Can you see anyone else except me?"

“Shit...I was...dreaming of Soohee and..fuck...I feel so gross now," Hye Jin howled rubbing his body.

I guess they didn't notice us.

“Chill man, even I was dreaming of Y/N, no big deal. Just sleep or go away and let me sleep,” Yoongi yawned before falling on the couch and closing his eyes.

When did they get this close?

“Boys?” my mom cleared her throat.

Hye Jin's head snapped in our direction and Yoongi jumped on his feet.

“Had fun cuddling all night?" I asked trying to suppress my laughter.

“Ughhh...I want to die in embarrassment. It's because of you!” Yoongi snapped at punching Hye Jin's arm.

Hye Jin threw a pillow at him, and Yoongi gets knocked on the couch then he turned into mad kitten and threw two pillows at Hye Rin.

“MY PILLOWS!" My mom snapped.

“YAY! EVEN I WANT TO PLAY!" The little girl trotted to her dad and Yoongi, she attempted heave the heavy pillow and tumbled when she struggles to swing it.

We laugh at her as Hye Jin tugged her in his laugh and she chortled like a maniac.

“Your daughter is cute," Yoongi said when Hye rin climbd on his lap.

Not me, being jealous of her now.

As if Yoongi sensed my stare, he caught my eye and smirked.

“Later babe," he mouthed with a wink.

Damn that kitten.

“I will prepare breakfast and hangover drinks for you two," Mom announced walking into the kitchen.

“I will get us coffee," I told them, following my mama.

After a while, they all shuffled in looking fresh.

Yoongi had something in his hand.

A tablet?

He smiled at me and extended the gadget towards me.

“What's this? I asked him.

“Digital Sketch pad," he told me.

My eyes enhanced when he shoved it in my hands.

“I WAS ABOUT TO BUY THIS! BUT I RAN OUT OF MY POCKET MONEY!" I jumped up and down.

He laughed and pats my head.

“I know. In my car, there are paints and colors," he said.

“He surely knows how to win your heart," Mom commented.

“Just like I know how to win yours," Hye Jin winked at my mom.

My mom shoved a cookie in his mouth.

“You are not even close," she patted his head.

“Oh daddy you are so slow," Hye rin shook her tiny skull in dismay.

“Princess, Soohee is just lying. She likes me already," he confidently stated.

Mom rolled her eyes.

We settled at the dining table and serve breakfast to each other.

“Oh Yeah, Y/N are you looking for an internship?" Hye Jin asked me.

I nod gnawing on bread.

“My friend owns an architecture company, should I recommend you there?" He implored, bringing a glass of juice to his lips.

“What's the name of the company?"

“Wizcraft," he retorted and I froze

“Goddam! That's one of the best companies!" I asserted, washing down the bread stuck in my throat.

“You are one of the best talent in your field. Your mom showed me your work, they will surely give you a chance."

“Wow...thanks! I was worried about that," I smiled at him gratefully.

“It's your birthday gift from me," he winked.

“Already spoiling my daughter," mom asked.

“You won't let me spoil you," He replied with a dramatic sigh.

“Stop being like this in front of kids!" Mom glared at him and he just smiled.

They both are so cute.

Yoongi shoved the spoon of mixed fruit jam in my mouth and laughs when I make a disgusting face.

I hate Jams.

Not the Jams that Jimin lost.

The Jam we eat with bread.

We continue to eat while talking and laughing together. Hye Jin told us about his work, he owns a real estate company. Yoongi and I told them about BTS members, mostly their embarrassing moments which I saw on YouTube. Hye rin talked about her school, mom and I laughed so much.

I saw her laughing for the first time in a year.

It feels like a family.

And I loved this.