Therapist • KTH ✔

81. Taehyung Ahjussi

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I see a stranger in your eyes, where I once saw a soulmate.
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Taehyung's POV

Amy drove her grey car to her apartment, which was just a five-minute drive from the hospital, and I followed her in my car. The apartment complex was huge with two towering blocks packed with apartments.

She informed the security at the gate, and he guided me to the visitors parking area. I parked my car, took out my bags and met her near the elevator where she was waiting for me.

"Let's go," I said brightly, swinging my bag over my shoulder, clearly excited and failing to hide it.

She tried to suppress her smile, turning to face the elevator doors, and we stepped into the elevator.

I saw that, Amy

We got down on the ninth floor and walked along the corridor to her apartment at the far end.

"Sorry about the visitor parking. This apartment complex has only one parking space per house, and the rest of the cars are parked in the visitor's parking space," she informed me as she fished in her handbag for the house keys.

"I really don't mind," I smiled, shuffling closer to her.

Amy opened the front door of her apartment and allowed me to enter first. The house was compact and cute, and she kept it so neat and minimalistic.

Walking into the well-illuminated living room, I was immediately attracted to the wall on the right that was full of framed photos of MinJun in his various stages of growth and pictures of Amy and MinJun through the years. Dropping my bags to the floor, I walked straight to the photo wall with my eyes gliding over from one picture to the other, each one more beautiful than the other. They both looked so cute and happy together, and I smiled broadly as I ran my fingers over the frames, a myriad of complex emotions washing over me.

There was one huge picture of Minjun in the center of that wall where he looked as if he was about seven or eight months old—chubby, fluffy, toothless and super cute, donning just a diaper and with his jet black hair sticking out in all directions. All the other pictures were positioned around that huge picture of junior. There were photos of Amy and junior from a wedding.

Probably Jay's wedding

There were lots more fluffy and cute pictures of the two of them from various timelines. My eyes moistened, and I felt shameful for not being present in the growing-up years of such a precious little life that we created together.

I have missed such a happy life.

I have been so foolish to destroy all of the videos that I had taken when junior was still inside Amy's womb. I had no tangible memories of my own son.

The photo wall was right behind the sofa, and there was a balcony in the living room overlooking the city. There was everything in the house, and I was relieved to see that Amy lived comfortably, though she was completely broken inside. She really did her best for our son.

Turning around on my heels, I saw her standing behind me leaning on the kitchen door frame with her hands folded across her stomach.

"This is so beautiful," I blinked away my tears and pointed to the photo wall, smiling brightly.

"Thank you," she said very vaguely.

"The house is beautiful and warm and cozy. It smells so nice in here. You're keeping it so clean and neat," I appreciated her with thumbs up, but she didn't react.