Outworld Mission

3-the most beautiful soul

Ten Years later...

It was Jungkook's tenth birthday, and the whole family was celebrating. Liza and Ken had prepared a special party for him.

"Kookie, come down! Your friends are waiting!" Liza called out.

Jungkook, brimming with excitement, dashed down the stairs, his father following closely behind.

"Kook, be careful, or you'll fall!" Ken warned, though there was no real danger. Jungkook had never suffered an injury, and it always seemed like some invisible force was there to catch him when he slipped.

"Mom! I got a gift from Dad!" Jungkook exclaimed, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Oh, really? That's wonderful! Let me see it!" Liza replied, her eyes lighting up as she walked toward him.

"Come outside, Mom! It's here!" Jungkook shouted, rushing to the door, his voice full of joy.

"Wait, Kookie! Slow down! You'll get sweaty again!" Liza called after him, but Jungkook wasn't listening. His happiness was too overwhelming.

"Look, Mom! Dad gave me my dream bike!" Jungkook proudly showed off the shiny new bicycle, the ribbon still tied around the handlebars.

Ken smiled, feeling proud of his son. He had worked hard to keep his promise. With his camera in hand, he started filming as Jungkook excitedly untied the ribbon and hopped onto the bike, his face glowing with happiness.

Ken stood behind Liza, watching them both with a feeling of warmth and pride, savoring the moment of joy that was finally here after so many years.

"I'm going outside, Mom! I'll be back!" Jungkook called out, already turning toward the street.

Caught up in his excitement, he didn't notice the truck speeding toward him as he dashed across the street.

Liza saw it just in time. Her heart skipped a beat as she screamed, but Ken immediately pulled her back, keeping her safe from running into the path of the truck.

Liza closed her eyes in panic, unable to watch what was happening.

Jungkook, hearing his mother's voice, turned his head just as the truck was about to hit him.

In that brief instant, Ken saw something strange-a flash of light from the scar on Jungkook's face. It was as if the entire world shifted, and the next thing he knew, Jungkook was sitting safely on the curb, unharmed. The truck, however, slammed into a nearby utility pole, the front of it crumpling like paper. The driver of the truck was dead, and the two men in the front passenger seats were badly injured.

Ken's mind raced as he processed what had just happened. How had Jungkook survived that collision? What had he seen? He frantically looked around for his camera, hoping that it had captured the miraculous moment. But to his shock, the camera was broken, the footage ruined.

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Two Years after the accident..

It was December, and Jungkook was now twelve years old. As Ken worked on fixing his car, Jungkook approached him with a serious expression.

"Dad... Do you think angels are real?" Jungkook asked quietly.

Ken stopped what he was doing and looked at his son. "Maybe... I don't know. I've never seen one."

"I have," Jungkook replied, his eyes wide with conviction.

Ken furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you mean? Who have you seen?"

"The one who always saves me," Jungkook said, looking up at the sky. "He's so... so handsome. He wears a black and white hanbok. Sometimes it's pink and red, or beige and green. But he always wears a hanbok. He smells so good, like the fresh earthy scents of cherry blossoms it is not overpowering but rather soothing and refreshing, the sweetness that lingers gently in the air, creating a peaceful, almost ethereal atmosphere. I love his smell Dad! Really!