The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

SEVENTEEN

At 9:50pm

In the living space, Yn and Jungkook both were having drinks. "Your dad! What kind of person was he?" He questioned which made a smile on her lips but moistened her eyes.

"Best father in the whole world. He raised me like a son and taught me many things," she answered, downing a shot.

"Your mom?" He poured another drink for her. "I only saw her in pictures. Dad used to say she was the most beautiful and kind person he ever met. He was so in love with her and cried many nights in hiding!!" She guzzled another shot, as tears fell down which she wiped away quickly.

"Mom's love was something I always sought. Iseul took care of me like a mother even though I never cried in front of her," she chuckled, tearing up and kept wiping them off, remembering her mother's last words she said to her.

"Well you never talked about your family. Don't you have anyone?" Yn noted. Her curiosity gets the better of her.

"You think people stay together in this world? So here, my people have no family strings attached, not to cry later," his eyes got misty and she understood the profundity behind his sentence.

"I want to listen to you. What's your story?" She expressed interest, placing her palm on his cold hand, expecting perhaps this time he would open up to her.

"Just think it like I've no one," he answered.
"Jungkook there's something I want to ask," she fixed her gaze with him as he nodded.

Yn recalling one scene in her thoughts—

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In a dimly lit, training area, 13-year-old Yn stood poised, her lithe figure radiating confidence. Across from her, a male opponent, older and larger, sneered, clearly underestimating the young girl. Her father, watching from the sidelines, had a proud glint in his eye.

The fight commenced with swift movements and calculated strikes. Yn's agility was like poetry in motion as she ducked, weaved, and countered her opponent's every move.

Her blows were precise, targeting vulnerable points, and her speed left the older boy struggling to keep up. Her father, hidden in the shadows, couldn't contain his excitement when his gaze locked with his daughter.

"That's it, Skyla!" he muttered. He calls her by another name, a secret between the two of them, a secret between father and daughter, a name that carried significance in their world.

As the fight reached its climax, Yn executed a powerful spinning kick, sending her opponent sprawling to the ground. She held him in a pin, her victory complete.

Her father stepped forward, a proud smile on his face, holding her hand, taking her far away. "Skyla, you've done it again. Your technique is impeccable. You're unstoppable."

Yn, catching her breath, looked at her father with gratitude and determination. "Thanks, Dad. I'll keep getting better. No one can defeat your Skyla."

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"Skyla!! That name was a secret between me and my dad, how do you know it?" Yn asked, doubts and curiosity seeping through her words.

Jungkook paused for a few seconds reminiscing something—

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As the old man lay in a coma for years, he suddenly began showing signs of awakening. His eyes flickered open, but his body remained paralyzed, rendering him unable to move his hands and legs. He still retained the ability to speak, albeit with great difficulty.