PROTECT YOU <JUNGKOOK X READER>

CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

Y/n

Three days later

Doctor decided to sent Irish home and do her weekly check up. I packed her stuff to the car with the help from Lucas and Butter. It's getting close to tell her about her father. To be honest I still don't know where to start, it's just difficult for me to remember him, what am I gonna tell Irish that her father is dies because he's being brutally murdered? She's a child, how is she going to deal with it mentally? I'll be the baddest aunt if I made her sad.

"Irish?"

We both sat in the back, she look out to the window hugging her bear plush, hoping to get home soon to see her father. As I call her, she looked at me with her innocent eyes.

"Hmm?"

"There's something I want to tell you." I start, my heart was already beating too fast, I was scared and nervous. The imagination of my husband died in my arms still vividly shown in my head. Same as my sister that day she gave Irish to me.

"What is it?"

"It's about Papa, he is, somewhere, not at home, the reason why he didn't come visit you at the hospital." It's really difficult.

"Then where's Papa?"

"We'll go see him,"

"Really? Is he gonna give me a surprise?"

My heart break into pieces as I heard her cheerful response.

"Yah, he will."

"But why you're crying?" She noticed? How does she noticed that I cried?

"No, it's just tears of joy."

Butter looking back to us and he smiled. The car keep moving, Lucas know where I wanted to go. Soon as we reach there, I can see how Irish frowned in confusion. She has no idea why we were going to the cemetery. But one thing that connect to her mind is surprised me.

"Are we visiting Mommy as well?" She ask me and I just slightly nod, holding back my tears so badly.

"Let's go, baby."

"Is Papa in here?"

Put of the blue, as if that she knew what's going on. I smile at her a d hold her tiny hand to lead us to his grave. Irish look around but smiling at me when our eyes meet.

We're getting closer, when suddenly Irish stopped to look at something in the distance. It's only a few more steps and she already say her father's grave. That break me and I kneel down next to her.

"Why Papa's name on that tomb, Peanut?" She still innocently ask.

"Baby."

"What happened to Papa?"

How am I gonna tell her now?

"Are those bad guys did this to Papa? Is Papa hurt? What happened?" She realized what's going on, she was there when my husband being taken and she witnessed everything, a stranger with gun pointed on his head. She realized that night was the last time she ever see her father alive.

"I'm sorry, baby, I can't protect him," I pull her small body into my embrace. I don't expect her to understand, I was scared that this will break her as much as I do.

"Papa is gone? I don't have father anymore?"

"Hey, baby, you have me. I will never leave you, okay?" I looked into her teary eyes.

"Papa and mommy are no together, they are happy now."

"But I can't go with them, I wanna be with them, Peanut!" She gripped onto my clothes.