The Kim siblings thought they were finally free-free to live, to laugh, to escape the shadows of their past.
A trip abroad was supposed to be a time to unwind, to strengthen their bond after all they had endured. But peace is fleeting, and darkness...
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Namjoon sat alone on the floor, his back resting against the cold wall of the safehouse bedroom. The lights were off, and the only sound in the room was the soft ticking of the clock hanging crooked on the wall.
His mind was blank—until suddenly, Hoseok’s voice came rushing back.
"Namjoon... Rebecca had a miscarriage"
Namjoon blinked slowly. That one sentence… it had broken something in him that he hadn’t known could break any further.
Now, sitting in silence, it all came crashing down again.
He missed her.
His daughter.
He never got to meet her, never got to hold her, never even heard her heartbeat with his own ears. But he missed her like he’d known her his whole life.
Namjoon rested his arms on his knees and dropped his head forward, swallowing back the lump in his throat. He had imagined everything. Teaching her how to walk, letting her climb on his back, holding her hand on her first day of school, buying her those cute little sneakers with Velcro straps, Singing her to sleep when she had nightmares, Teaching her how to hold a pencil, helping with homework, watching her grow up.
He’d smile to himself while looking at Rebecca's pregnant belly, thinking, "You’ll call me papa one day, princess."
But now… she was gone.
She never got the chance to take her first breath. To cry. To live.
He even joked with Rebecca about how he'd be the overprotective dad. "No dating until you're thirty," he'd said with a grin, pretending to be serious. Rebecca had rolled her eyes and laughed, calling him dramatic.
Now… none of that would ever happen.
His chest ached as he pressed his hand against it, as if he could hold the pain still. But it kept spilling out, raw and endless.
“I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” he whispered.
He thought of the little clothes they had looked at together. The names they’d argued over late at night. The small wooden crib he had planned to build with his own hands.
It was all gone.
He had lost his baby girl.
And the silence in the room suddenly felt heavier—like it was pressing down on his chest, crushing every breath.
Namjoon didn’t move.
He couldn’t.
His thoughts kept circling back, like a movie stuck on repeat. Her tiny fingers wrapping around his thumb. Her giggles echoing in the house. Her running to him when he got home, calling him “papa” with the biggest smile.
But those were dreams. Only dreams.
She never got the chance to exist outside his heart.
He remembered how Rebecca used to sleep with her hand over her belly, smiling softly in her sleep. How she’d talk to their baby late at night, whispering little stories about the world, promising to protect her.
Namjoon had joined in too. He’d rest his hand there, feeling the tiniest kicks, talking about the places he’d take her, the songs he’d sing, the books they’d read together. He even wrote a lullaby. It was still saved on his phone, untouched.
He hadn’t played it since.
He had even given her a name in his heart. Secretly. Without telling anyone.
He had loved her the moment Rebecca told him she was pregnant.
Now, the silence felt louder than anything. It screamed. It ached.
He wiped at his face quickly, but the tears just kept coming.
"I’m sorry," he whispered to the empty room. "I should’ve been there... I should’ve known something was wrong."
But deep down, he knew there was no one to blame. Life was cruel like that sometimes. It gave you something to love and then ripped it away before you could even hold it.
Still, it didn’t hurt any less.
Namjoon sat there, shattered and quiet, surrounded by the ghosts of the life he was supposed to have.
“She was mine. Yet I never even got to hold her, to meet..."
His daughter may have never taken a breath—but she had already taken up a whole world inside his heart. And that world would never be the same again.
"I love you, Yeonie-ya"
(AN- Anyone remembers this name?)
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