My Fault

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The sun was peeking through the curtains. Made Ara's face scrunch because of the sudden light. She woke up to find nothing. Only her in the massive room. Last night memories ran through her mind. It formed a small on Ara's face.

She got up and found a piece of note. 'Ara I have an important person to meet. Take care and good luck on your first day work'. It's from joon and with that note she started her day.

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Ara slowly walked in the nursery. The laughing, crying and screaming sounds of kids filled the nursery.

"Ah, Ms Ara, right?" a middle aged woman came in with a pure smile. Ara just nodded and stood at the same place. "Yeah, I saw your profile. You studied nursing and early childhood education which is perfect for this job. This place is highly respected. The reason is, there are some kids of millionaires and there are some poor kids. The fees are different and affordable".

"Well, okay. That's something new. Anything different for my job?" Ara asked.

"Your job is to take care of the kids, obviously. But you need to treat everyone equally, whether their dads are millionaires or someone who works in market. Apart from that, you need to teach them the basics. You know such as, greetings and basic education. Other than that, you need to keep them occupied. Doing some activities with them. Make sure they're comfortable with you and others" she explained as she took out pile of files.

"That sounds great. Can I start now? And is it only me?" Ara wanted to make sure.

"Oh no, there's one clumsy boy around here. He's late for work as usual. I'm hap-" Ara startled when she heard a loud thud.

"I'm here, sorry" there's a young boy greeted them.

"That's Jackson" the lady introduced the boy.

Without wasting any time they got back to work.

Ara's POV

It's hard to put them into sleep.

I sat on the desk and decided to take a peek at the files.

Hmmm, CEO, film director, school teacher, doctor, farmer. Different backgrounds.

I saw the kids who were fast asleep. They're all piled up with each other. They're so pure when they're young.

While revising the files, Jackson took a sit in front of me.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"Ara" I answered. "Well I'm a university student. This is my part time job. I came here straight from the University, that's why I'm a bit late"he said while scratching his nape.

"It's okay. It must be so tiring for you".

The day just went by.

3rd person POV

The hallway was dead silent. Armed guards were standing unbothered both sides. The only sound was the step sounds made by Joon's shoes.

Joon continued walking to the only room that the hallway leads to and he was welcomed by the sounds of his father's unsteady breathing.

He took a sit beside the luxury bed.

"The doctor said that you're doing better than expected. That you would start to walk again in few weeks. Mom is happy but I'm not" he said as he leaned back in his seat.

"I really wanted you to be like this. You know, bedridden forever. Can't talk, can't walk, can't eat and the most important..." there was a pause. "You can't order me to do things that I don't want to. Well, let's keep that aside. I have two news. A good one one and a bad one. What do you wanna hear first?" he asked as he chuckled.

"Oh yeah, oldie can't talk. I forgot that. I'll go for the good one first. You're going to spend your last day with me, your own son. Yay, aren't you excited?" he bounced his eyebrows at the old laying man.

"The bad one is.... I'm going to end your last happy day on this stupid dumb world. It doesn't really sound bad. Does it? You know what, let's just ignore that. Now let's have a father son time, shall we?" Joon smirked by the reaction of his own father.

Mr Kim tried to shout but nothing came out. He had totally lost his voice. Joon noticed and leaned nearer to his father's face.

"Oh, you're shouting for help I see. Well, no one came when I shouted" he said as he took out a dagger.

Mr Kim tried to move around, hoping that he could somehow escape.

"I don't understand. You don't want to spend time with your son? Ouch, that hurts. Oh oh oh oh, this thing I have over here scared you? Don't worry Dad. I'm not going to use this on you. I have some other plans for you" he said as he kept the dagger on the side table.

"Let's have a talk before we start to play. Do you know why am I doing this right now? Because you never let me do anything i wanted before. I wanted to hold a basketball, not a gun. I wanted to shoot balls, not people. I'm like this, because of you. Only you" he said with a stern voice.

"I never wanted to hurt anyone. But look at me now. And I couldn't change. You slapped, kicked, and punched me when I was just 8. No one helped me" he said. He then noticed that Mr Kim tried to say something. So he went nearer.

"Yo- you deserve it" he whisper coughed with a small smile on his face.

Joon chuckled. "No point having a talk" he just smiled.

"Shall we start then?"