8 Years [ENGV]

#4

JISOO

It was night. I called Haein, but he didn't answer, and the urge to cry hurt my throat. What if he had given up? What if his manager had said something or done something to make him reject the idea of ​​having our daughter back, just like I had rejected it and didn't even want to see her in the past?

But my negative thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my door being unlocked. I let out a sigh of relief when Haein came in. Of course, he knew the code, it wasn't that hard for him to figure out. My birthday, the last digits of the year we met, and the date we found out about Haeji. If I'm not mistaken, I told him the password years ago. It's no surprise that he knew it, and yes, he still remembers it.

I looked at him expectantly. He was carrying more envelopes in a file cabinet. I thought — with all certainty — that he had accepted some absurd deal so that we could forget our daughter without even seeing her, and he would try to convince me to accept it too. I should have guessed, he looked lost and in doubt when he left here.

The words were stuck in my throat, just like the air was stuck in my lungs. And it was hurting, the anguish hurting me. He held the packages in his hands and looked at me, exhaling. I was afraid of his words for a moment, until I realized that in his eyes, despite being sad, there was hope.

"Do you want to know more about our daughter?" I almost choked when I could finally exhale. I wanted to, it was what I wanted most, but at that moment I was more worried about how that situation would turn out from now on.

"What did you talk about?" He smiled, as if he was waiting for me to ask that before anything else. He looked at the envelopes again, shaking them slightly, then headed to the couch, leaving them aside.

"Jaehyeok said that the idea of ​​getting our daughter back is absurd and that we probably won't be able to do it." I frowned at the lightness with which he transferred those words to me. I wanted to throw him out the window. He took a deep breath. "But he arranged a meeting for the two of us with YG and FNC in two days to solve these issues."

"Solve it? Or get our daughter back?" He looked at me as if I had said the most absurd thing, and that bothered me.

"We can't just walk away into her life like that, Jisoo... She's a child who has lived eight years with a reality that is different from ours. There are many nuances." I took a deep breath, hating to admit that he was right. "I want to have her back too, but we need to be rational." Once again he was right. I wanted to go into the boarding school, take my daughter out of there by the arm and tear off the limbs of anyone who tried to stop me. But things would have to be done calmly and in the best way possible. Haeji was the priority in that whole story and just for her, I didn't expose this whole situation in a 𝕏 thread, a press conference or an Instagram post.

"What is this?" I ask, pointing to the packages with my index finger, and he smiles, a calm and loving smile. He looks at me, still smiling.

"Do you want to know more about our daughter?" He repeats the question and takes one of the packages, the large, thin envelope, and hands it to me. I approach, taking it and sitting next to him. With trembling hands, I open the mustard-colored envelope and see photos, several photos of Haeji in various stages of her life. "Haeji's guardian had to send photos of her to be archived, the companies, especially YG, wanted to know who she is and keep a close eye on her." His voice seemed distant, I was absorbed in looking at the photos. The first one was of her when she was still a newborn, maybe still in the hospital, when I thought she was dead. Her eyes were open, her face was still pink, and there was a tuft of dark hair on her head... That was the child I refused to see.