BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2014

Chapter 61- Dealing

December 22nd, 2014:

I had stayed in the recording studio overnight, not wanting to face the girls from my dorm. I knew however that I had to go tonight to say goodbye to the Eunbis who were leaving tomorrow. I was heartbroken they were leaving and had no idea how I would cope living all by myself without them making me breakfast, waking me up if I overslept, helping me with my work and lyrics, and staying up recounting our crazy days together. I was going to miss them so much.

Coincidently this had been one of the nights Yoongi had gone back to the dorm. Something about Seokjin telling him he should sleep in a real bed once in a while, so I was alone in the studio. I was sleeping as well as one could on a hard leather couch when my phone started ringing. I quickly wake up and answer the phone call.

"Hello?" I say groggily, not having looked at the caller ID.

"Y/N?" I hear my dad's voice on the other line.

I roll my eyes and sigh. I honestly had half a mind to hang up. I didn't want to have to deal with this. I didn't want to deal with anything, I just wanted to be allowed to sleep for eternity without being disturbed.

(Conversation in French)

"What?" I ask not interested in what he had to say right now.

"I know you're upset... and it's early in the morning and you're not a morning person... you get that from your mother," he pauses and curses quietly.

"You're really bringing her up right now?" I ask incredulously.

My dad sighs.

"I understand you're upset right now. But you must know I wasn't going to stay alone for the rest of my life, especially with you and S/N already moved out. I deserve to be able to live my life too, just like how I'm allowing you to live yours. I still love your mother, I really do, but I have to move on. That's what she would have wanted," he lets it all out as if he had rehearsed it.

I don't answer, thinking over what he had said. Of course, I understood and wanted him to live a nice life, but it was still hard for me to see my father, who I had always seen with my mom, with someone else.

"I know," I finally breathe out, "you do deserve to live your life how you want and be with who you want... it's just hard seeing you with someone other than mom. Please just give me time to get accustomed to the idea".

"Of course, I know this must be hard for you. I just need you to trust me, okay? I still love our family more than anything. You will always come first, but I also need to care for myself. I'm glad you're being understanding," my dad answers.

"So, who is she?" I ask.

"Her name is Audrey Pelletier. I met her through a friend who set us up on a blind date. She's from Drummondville... and she has 2 kids too," my dad lists.

My eyes widen, shocked. I guess it makes sense she might have had kids herself, but that would mean I'd have step-siblings. That he would have kids to help raise in Québec, as if he was getting a second chance for having such messed up two first children.