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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ∙ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

For all re-readers, I'm currently changing the name from Kayden to Jaesang, please don't be confused.

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𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 [𝟶𝟽.𝟶𝟺.𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻]

It was a seemingly normal day in the household of Mira Kim; she was doing her schoolwork in the living room, her mother was working in the kitchen, preparing dinner for them and her father sat next to her, doing the taxes while watching a baseball game that was on.

It wasn't until the phone rang, that any of them looked up from what they were doing. A silent conversation only via eye contact followed, one which her father lost; he groaned and stood up to take the call.

"Kim household."

"Yes, this is him."

"Hospi- Why would someone from the-"

"I-Is that true?"

A slight quiver in her father's voice made Mira look up again. She shared concerned glances with her mother, who turned off the stove and walked over to her husband. He shoved her away, even turned so she was facing his back.

Now both women were terrified. Although he was a tough nut to crack for others, he was always very affectionate with his family, especially his wife.

Something is wrong, Mira though. All kinds of possibilities shot through her head, everything that could have happened. Was it someone from his work? Did something happen to their extended family? Or was it-

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"I will be right there."

After he hung up the phone, silence stretched through the room, filled it with hazardous tension that frightened the women to the core.

Without any word of explanation, their husband and father turned, stiff as a board, and walked over to grab his jacket and put on his shoes.

"Honey, what is it?" his wife dared to ask, although hesitantly. She stepped closer and gently placed her hand on his shoulder, when she noticed his body trembling beneath her touch. Tears welled up in his eyes, ran down his cheeks in a never ending stream.

"What is it? Is it your sister? Did something happen to her?"

He quietly sobbed, shaking his head. He grabbed her hand, tried his best to force a smile onto his lips, but all it did was break her heart.

"Jaesang," he cried, "they found Jaesang."

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        Mister Kim didn't think he had ever sped through the traffic like that day, when he passed cars left and right. The only thing, the only two people who held him back were his wife and daughter sitting in the car with him, or else he would have accelerated even more.

When they arrived at the hospital, they hurried straight to the front desk, pushed past all the people waiting patiently in line and interrupted the man who was talking to the clerk.

"Kim Jaesang, where is he?"

The woman behind the counter blinked at him, confused and visibly annoyed that he would dare to behave like this. Before she could scold him, he cut in, hoping to gain sympathy to speed up the process.

"Listen, some doctor just called me, told me my son, whom I believed had died at the age of six, was just admitted, alive. Where is my son?"

Her eye twitched, and she looked over his shoulder to look at his wife and daughter hugging each other with tears in their eyes.