Yoongi’s POV

I spent a week helping out at my parent's restaurant and I must admit that it was a humbling experience. It felt like being twenty all over again, where I struggled to get good grades at university while helping my parents in the restaurant so they could use the money they saved up to pay for my studies. But now, I could help them as a waiter and a cook, and seeing my parents thriving in their flourishing business was the greatest reward I could have asked for.

But what was the greatest about being back home was the amazing support I had from all of them. They all helped me to think about something else, occupying me with small tasks for the restaurant, or helping with the chores around the house so I couldn't really think about what had happened to me.

Honestly, it was still hurting me to know that two of the people that were the closest to my heart broke it so carelessly, without any doubt, without thinking about my reaction and my emotions. But my family was still there for me, and the hope of reuniting with my soulmate again.

One of the best solutions I found to cure my sadness and to help the stages of mourning was to jog in the morning. I was still at the anger state, a feeling that you couldn't wait to be at bargain and then sink into depression, again. As always, on that day I decided that I would run at the Apsan Park. It was my favorite place in the city.

The place was everything I needed in order to calm my nerves. The landscapes were to die for. It was a best place to empty my mind and let nature just sink in, in order to forget about my anger. Running was like regaining a free spirit again, without any obligations, concentrating on my breath, forgetting about work and the problems I had in my life.

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Young-Mi's POV

It had already been a week for you. A week of cries, of anger and despair, but mostly acceptance of what was happening to you and how your reaction was the best you could have had.

When you arrived home, after your taxi left you in front of your parent's house, you were nervous. You looked around and everything that had made you smile at that moment, brought up a kind of anxiety that was all new to you.

What would your parents think about you? What would they thing about your fiance, your ex-fiance? Worse, would they reject you because you left him after so many years?

All these questions were fusing in your mind, and before you could decide on one of the options, your father had already opened the door.

His eyes lit up when he saw you as he called out your name with a tone full of affection that made you melt. You cried as he approached you. You hugged him as tight as you could, feeling your own heartbeat, as if your heart was ready to burst.

“My lovely daughter, what's happening?” he asked you softly, with his chin over your shoulder.

“I'm glad I have mom and you. I'm so glad that you are here for me,” you sniffed and felt his hand going up and down on your back to reassure you.

“Whatever he had done to you, I want you to know that I will never forgive him,” your dad whispered and these words made you cry even harder.

“I love you dad,” you whispered against his shoulders. Your voice muffled by the sobs and the small hiccups you were having.

It truly felt like home now.