Seokjin’s steps were small and broken.
He does know what it feels like to have happiness in the palm of hand. He knows the whole world when we feel emotions.
He knows what it feels like to laugh, smile, and cry.
He has felt them all in his messed up life. These emotions never were foreign to him because this is where he stands. A human nature is a lot more complicated than we think.
And he is a human, not a puppet, or a robot.
But right now, he wouldn't agree that, or maybe he won't even voice out.
He stood there, emotionless. Doctors rushed by his side and started to do whatever they could to fake that they ate trying, but Seokjin can see the straight line of her heart monitor, can hear the beep sound piecering through the roaring room, and can notice the stillness in his daughter's chest.
She isn't moving. She is nowhere near coming back. He can also hear panick outside Hoseok's room, but today, he feels nothing to question.
He doesn't feel the lamp that forms in his throat. He doesn't feel his fingers trembling. He doesn't feel his eyes shaking, and he doesn't feel the warm tears that pour down to his cheeks.
He doesn't feel his chapped lips parting and wishperering Heiye's name, calling out her Jinnie and waiting for her heart to beat again.
He doesn't feel his heart slaming in his rib cage as if warning to brust out.
He doesn't feel it.
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His house is wearing off now. The yard is almost empty, and the plants that stood there healthy six months ago have now completely vanished from the sight.
The floor has an upper layer of dust and a few footprints that are his own.
The sun is down to its horizon, and it wouldn't take long before it'll hit pitch dark. The purplish blue sky has the sunlight that is falling down to his feet.
It looks gloomy and dark.
He has knocked into a drunk man on his way to the house, and he doesn't remember what had happened after that because obviously, he isn't feeling the bruish on his side of his lips.
His feet are dragging him inside, and he knocks into the door yet again because he hasn't unlocked it. His hands are heavy, but they slip automatically to his pocket for keys.
The lock is a lot unfamiliar than his own house.
His eyes wouldn't just leave the white sheet of the door, but eventually, his body works on his own, and he finds himself inside his house.
But as soon as he closes the door behind, his legs glue to the ground, his eyes roaming around the hall to find someone, anyone.
The house is so quite, the open window allowed the yellowish orange sun light to enter and lit up, but that did nothing to ease up the silence.
It is painfully silent.
"Now, now, don't just stand there! You've got to cook." Seokjin's head turns in his side, watching as Saushi's figure passes by.
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Dad//A Kim Seokjin ff
ActionLiving with his lovely family, one fine day, he lost them. Kim Seokjin, well known mafia, years later after their death met his reflection, a teen girl one day, who bumped into him and now asking him to find her Dad for her. She came out of blue wit...
