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XXXIX- F A Ç A D E

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No.

"There had been an attack at the quarters.."

No, it can't be.

"Th-ey went in to check on the situation but it was a trap.."

No, please.

"They managed out y/n b-but the car was a-ambushed.!"

She shut her eyes tight remembering the way Namjoon's voice quivered..

"Th-they couldn't.. make it y/n"

The same dreading scene was reeling over and over in her brain from last one hour..

But silently sitting still on the couch in the corner most part of the study- courtesy of Hoseok to carry her there from the ground she had miserably fallen on, an hour ago.

The boys were right now busy settling the aftermath. After all; the mighty mafia boss had just died. The most important person of the most biggest clan in the mafia history had given his farewell..

Only chaos was assured to come upon, the fight and the war for the same said seat of the boss was now unclaimed.. and very much vacant.

But she just sat there, unbeknownst of the world that was yet to come at her footsteps very soon..just sitting in the abyss of blame with the gift of unstoppable tears falling their way down her cheeks every two seconds..

She looked away from the window, into the room where people had phones and laptops glued to their eyes and ears.
She had never seen such chaotic mess, ever! They were still checking up on who all had made it from the main quarter..

Mainly Namjoon, since he were still to know the whereabouts of his father who was also with her parents at the quarters..

The worry; the utter worry about her dad was filled in his mind but masked upon his face into the emotion of anger.. too smart to let it show..

But it doesnt take long for the wait as suddenly the lift opens and the relief on his face was doubled when the same missed voice shouts for him...

Seeing the way he just hugged his son.. it was as if the cold ice bucket with fire over the top had now poured over her and reached every corner of her cells.

She looks away from them, not wanting to be envious of something so regretful and cheap..

Her father was gone. Forever. She was never going to get that love..Ever.

Thoughts only the ones being able to talk to her..

Minhae searches and finds her figure, wrapped tightly in a blanket at the corner of the couch, in the corner of the room, almost unseen to the running eyes.. looking blankly out of the window..

Seeing the happy, cheerful little girl he was so fond of, his brave fighter this way broke his heart into two, he knew how the love she had for them was most.

"She hasn't spoken a word."

Yoongi's voice pierced through the silence..only for the stander by's to hear. Minhae nods, patting the latter's back as he speaks,

"Y/n...."

She turns her head at her call, watching him through her wet, tear filled eyes..

"I'm so sorry munchkin.."

Tears fell from Minhae's eyes as he stepped closer to her.. eyeing the shattered girl he once called his fighter..

"I-- we didn't know they won't make it- I- I should've made sure!"