Emma~014

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"Look at this one, you ate the fried chicken for the first time and kept stealing it from everyone's plate, especially Andria's!" Dad smiled showing me the album of my childhood.

I was eating a chicken piece, looking all happy and mischievous.

I sighed at my sister's mention. Things still hadn't settled down, nobody was initiating a conversation.

I hadn't told about the incident that happened at my apartment to my parents, they didn't need to know everything.

Nowadays I felt rather empty, Jungkook's warmth had lit something inside me that was bleak since antiquity.

I was still in the process of contemplating, he had shot someone for me. Who would do that? I didn't have the courage to find my brother's killers and shoot them yet he did it for me when he hated me.

The way his soft long fingers, smelling like peaches, brushed my hair and caressed my hand, was out of the world. It was so profound yet deadly.

The way he embraced me when I was having a panic attack, embarked something in me that would never extinguish.

It was a blazing fire, wanting more to burn.

"And this one, you hated wearing those tight jeans and wanted to get out of it! You were crying to your mom, threatening you would remove it in public if she didn't buy you, your favourite brownies as compensation!" he chuckled showing me the picture where I was making a disgusting face.

I was surely moody and rebellious since childhood.

"Why did she have to force me to wear it?" I chuckled grabbing it.

"It was expensive and your Aunt had gifted it to you from Australia!" he explained and I nodded.

I noticed Yoongi, teasing me more since I was looking mad in the picture. He was laughing behind me.

He had the exact same smile even when he grew up, and his behaviour with me hadn't changed a bit, he was a jerk to me, but I still loved him.

"Look what I found out!" Dad said coming out of his closet.

"What is this?" I asked tracing my fingers over the page that had my name written over it, in a disgusting handwriting.

"You wrote your name the first time on this paper, so I saved it!" he smiled and sat beside me.

"You still have this?" I asked, shocked and he nodded.

"Kids grow up, they have their own life, I always collected these so I could cherish them in my old days without disturbing any of you!" he smiled in happiness and my eyes teared up. I hugged him.

"I am sorry for leaving you, but I promise I will never leave you now!" I kissed his head.

"You better don't, I will die this time!" he chuckled.

"Stop with the nonsense, Dad!" I rolled my eyes.

"Did you see this?" he asked taking out a specific photo. "Yoongi clicked it, remember the time when mom was forcing you to do your homework? You kept whining and moving around but couldn't delay it since she had a wooden stick in her hand, he clicked this picture to remind you-" his chuckling stopped.

"That I was a troublesome and still am! He told me once!" I completed him, hugging him tightly when he went silent."It's okay Dad, nobody can get him back now, let's just be happy, as he must have wanted!" I told him and he nodded.

"That was unfair!" he sighed.

"I know, leave that!" I moved away and took out pictures from their wedding album."Gosh, this ring is so beautiful! Mom, still has it?" I asked trying to distract Dad.

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