Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six:

(Kismet)

I ran as fast as my feet let me but it wasn't enough to make it there. His body had already been taken away from my mother. I didn't get to see him before he died. I hadn't seen him in days.

I was panting, my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath. The hospital was right in front of me. There was an ambulance to my left, the patient being wheeled out by the nurses into the emergency room. I take a breath and get inside.

It was a long walk from the reception into his room. I take a deep breath and open the door. He wasn't there. I knew he wasn't but I was still expecting him.

My throat was in knots as I try to hold my tears. My mother was in his bed, her head in the pillow, her stare stuck on the wall. She had no emotion and her tears seem dried on her delicate cheeks.

I knock on the door to get her attention. She veers away from her gaze and looks at me. Her face softens, and tears start to appear.

"Eomma," I say in low whisper, with fragility at the end of my broken voice. I walk to her embrace and rest my head in her neck. I let my tears fall and for the first time, I let myself cry.

"It's going to be okay, Namjoon. Mommy is here." I nod my head as if her words are sufficient to fix my problems.

"When, did he... when, did he die?" I remove myself from her, sniff, and sit myself on the chair.

She cleans the tears from her face and sits next to me," Three hours ago. I wanted them to let me have your father a little longer so that his kids can say goodbye but they couldn't let me. Your brother is coming later tonight along with his wife and daughter, and your sister is coming with her kids tomorrow." I nod again.

At this moment, I don't care if their coming or not. I don't really have a good relationship with them. And it's not going to change just because we need to bond over my father's death.

"I have to change and go talk to Ye-Jun. I left him with Yoongi when I got the news." Getting up from the chair, I kiss her cheek and grip her hand. Mother nods at me and gives me her fragile smile. "Tell your boyfriend thank you. He really helped me to get to the hospital when your father dropped to the floor."

"You were with Ye-Jun?" I crease my eyebrows. He told me he was with his best friend shopping.

"Yes. He got a called this morning from his agency. They want him to go back to Germany. Apparently he got a deal with the American Eagle company and they want him to model for their summer collection."

"Why didn't he tell me?" I feel so conflicted. I get that he didn't want to tell me because of my father's death but lying to me is so not him. He has always telling me where he was. No matter the situation, I always knew where he was.

"I gotta go Eomma. I'll see you in the funeral." Closing the door of the room, I take my phone out and call Ye-Jun. The phone rings three times and then it goes to voice mail.

I frown. Why isn't he answering? Again, I tap on the green calling icon and wait for him to pick up.

A female voice tells me that he is not available and that I should call again. I shut my phone off, annoyed, and open the door with my car keys.

Once inside, I get out of the parking lot and into the street. I drive in silence until I arrive into my condo. The living room is chilly and very creepy at this time of hour. The white pallet clock indicates that it's three in the morning and I sigh. I feel so tired and drain from this entire day full of mixed emotions.