✔️MANAGER: SCAR OF THE PAST (Book 2) (BTS YOONGI FF)

Chapter 3

Y/N's POV

I just arrived at my father's house and went inside. I looked around and saw all of our things were covered in dust so I started tying my hair and wearing my apron. I took out the vacuum and mop and started cleaning. I put everything that is not needed in a separate box to give to those who need it and also I prepared a trash bag for the things that belong to my step-family.

After a few hours, I finally finished cleaning and now I'm just putting the things that I cleaned to where they belong. I entered my father's room to put all his books on his shelves when suddenly I heard a strange sound on the floor. I squinted my eyes and put all the books on the shelves. 

After that, I sat down on the floor and tried to find where the sound was coming from. Then I saw that one of the floors was uneven as if something was underneath it.

"What is that? Is it because I haven't cleaned the house for a while so the floor is breaking?"

I ask myself, then proceed to open it without hesitation. After I opened the floor I was shocked at what I saw. It was an old notebook that was covered with dust. I took it out and saw a familiar handwriting, it was my father's. I opened it and read what was written on the first page.

'I am having so much nightmare at night but I can't even say or mention it to anyone not even to my child. That nightmare always feels so real like every night I will always feel the same emotion that I had. In that nightmare, I was driving with my friend when suddenly I hit a child and I didn't even look at the child who was laying down helplessly, my friend told me to drive while I hesitated and wanted to help the child. But he forced me to drive and I was panicking so I just drove off leaving the child. And the worst part is those nightmares are not just nightmares but they are real events that happened to me in the past. Because after that incident every night when I sleep, those memories keep on hunting in my head even in my dreams. I always regret it, I wanted to help the child and try to look for him but I can't. I kept thinking that the child died. Because of that I never had peace of mind. And I don't want my daughter to know because she might get terrified of me because his father whom she trusts killed someone. I am writing this letter that if someday my daughter finds this notebook I hope she will forgive me if not I just hope that she will never regret that I was his father'

I closed the notebook and tears started flowing down my face. I feel so much mixed emotion and I don't even know what is the strongest I couldn't believe that my father was hiding this from me. Then again I was a child when that happened even if he told me I would've pushed him away even if I didn't even understand the situation.

After pulling myself together I got up and took the notebook and put it in my bag. I went outside the house and looked at it for the last time.

"I think it will take a long time until I visit you again"

I said to myself and turned around to leave.

3rd Person's POV

It's the next day as usual everybody is busy working and y/n just arrived at their company and was greeted by many smiles. She smiled back took the elevator and went where the boys at.

She arrived at their dance studio so she greeted them one by one and went straight to Yoongi who was sitting there staring at the wall. She sat beside him and he didn't even notice her so she gave him a peck on the cheeks. Yoongi was surprised and looked at y/n.

"Oh, since when did you arrive?"

"Just a moment ago you didn't even notice me"

"Sorry about that I was just in deep thought"

"He's been like that since yesterday y/n, maybe he just missed you," Hoseok said in a very teasing way that even the members laughed at him.

Y/n just nods at them like she understands it but she knows that something is bothering him so she decides to ask him after work.

"Well, I'm here now so......"

"Yeah I feel relieved now," He said holding her hand and caressing it. They smiled at each other as if nothing was happening not even knowing what the other person was thinking.