✔️The Girl From Busan || OT7

Chapter Thirty-One

Sera wakes up, mentally but not physically. She knows she's in uncomfortable territory and she's trying to make sense of it.

First, she inhales deeply, taking in all of the scents that surround her. She smells peppermint, Carmel, and cinnamon.

A weird combination but familiar. She remembers meeting Jonghyun and then being knocked out after he exclaims that he's sorry.

So obviously, she's been taken. But my whom? She could only guess.

She takes her hands and lays them palm down on either side of her. She runs her hands over the silk fabrics that incase her body. She then squeezes them to gain the full effect of the bedding.

It's rich, she knows that much. Whatever material this was costed a lot. She slowly opened her eyes.

Her heart instantly aching.

There's no way she was back, no way that he had taken her so easily.

But he had.

She sat up slowly, glancing around the room she had come to know very well.

"Did you have a nice nap my sweet?"

***

"Where is she?" Jungkook asks darkly

"Where's who, Jungkook?"

"Dad... please... you've taken my mother from me, do not do the same to my children. Where is she?"

"Jungkook... who?"

"Don't play dumb!" Jungkook raises his voice as he stands on the stoop outside, "Where is Sera?! Where is my child's mother?!"

"Oh... that whore?" Jungsu sighs, "Son I don't know where she is. But if I did, I'd tell you to leave her where she is." Jungsu remains calm, his voice never faltering.

"Do you think that because you're my father I won't kill you?"

"Not at all, Jungkook-ah... I'm expecting it. And do you know why?"

Jungkook doesn't respond and this causes Jungsu to chuckle.

"Because as much as you are like your mother, you are also so much like me."

"I am NOTHING like you." Jungkook says boiling over,

"Oh yeah? Because your anger speaks volumes, my son."

Jungsu ends the call as Jungkook violently runs his fingers through his hair.

He crouched down and rest his elbows in his knees.

"Calm down Kook." He says to himself, "Breath."

But he can't.

His bottom lip is quivering, his hands are shaking and he thinks he might crumple at any moment.

"Stay strong Kook, come on!" He slightly yells to himself.

"Daddy?"

His head quickly turns over his shoulder to see his small 9 and a half year old standing behind him.

Worry in her eyes, Jungkook watches closely as she walks over to him, stopping once she's in front of him.

She places her small and dainty hand on his cheek, her big doe eyes starring back into his.

"Are you okay, daddy?"

Jungkook can't take it anymore. He breaks and pulls his child into his arms. He weeps. Over his childhood, over hers, over missing his mother, over anger, over pain, over his daughter and how she must be feeling not seeing her mother.