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It has been five days since the incident at the Tajemnica. It has been five days since Namjoon was no show. It has been five days since I feel numb and empty.

I literally did a house arrest. I trapped myself inside my place for I had no reasons to go out.

"(Y/n), madame Bea asked me to tell you not to come at work for the mean time. Medias and angry people are around the club and it is distracting the business." Joon Woo said through phone call a day after the event.

Looking at the internet was also a nightmare. I haven't been bashed by so much people in my life. Almost half of the population of the earth was calling me names, they even spread my nude photos and pictures with insulting captions.

I even experienced walking down an alley just to meet overripe tomatoes crashing to my face.

Numerous numbers of eggs thrown to my window, vandalism all over my apartment walls. 

Sasaengs.

I chose not to care anymore. I didn't even shed a single tear the morning after that night. I was so tired and sick of all this shit.

I stood up from my bed. My sight was a blur for I lied down all day long. I went to the sink and washed my face. I tilted my head a little to look at myself at the mirror.

I looked horrible.

Vast dark circles under my eyes, cracked pale lips, pimples all over my cheeks, messy hair..

I got disturb with my own self pity when my phone rang. I lazily picked it up. I thought I shut this down?

I looked at the screen and it showed a landline number. Who could this be? I swiped the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?" I answer with a groggy voice.

"Is this Ms. (f/n)?" The lady on the other line spoke.

"Yes. Who is this?" I asked as I went to the fridge to get some water to freshen my throat a little. Phone still on my ears.

"This call is from ****** hospital. We have been calling you for times but you were out of reach. This is about your father."

My chest became a racing track. My hands began to shake frantically while holding the glass of water.

"W-what happened to my appa?" I said almost a whisper.

I fell down to my knees as the glass of water got smashed at the floor. Some broken crystals on the ground even buried to my palms as I leaned to the floor for support.

No..

I thought I was at my limit of being hurt. I thought I was at my maximum level of being helpless but I never knew I could still be destroyed to pieces even more.

I was speechless. I ran outside my apartment not even changing my clothes. Not even in my right state of mind. I got a cab even pushing a lady that was about to get in.

I arrived at the hospital running like a escapee from a mental ward.

I pushed my father's hospital room door and saw the nurse covering his whole body with a white fabric.

"What are you doing?!" I shouted then pushed the nurse. She stumbled on the floor but I didn't give a fuck.

I cupped my father's cold cheeks with both of my hands. "Appa, wake up." He didn't budge so I slightly shook his shoulder. "Appa, it's too early to sleep. Appa.."

I was denial.

A doctor went to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Miss, we did everything. We are very sorry." I shoved his hands away.

"Sorry?! I paid you fucking huge money to save my father and all you would say is a fucking sorry?!" I hysterically yelled at the doctor's face.

"Do you even know how much I needed to sacrifice just to have that money for my father to be cured, and this?! Fuck you all, money leeches!"

I hugged my father's lifeless body. My only lifeline was now gone. The only person I knew would stay, has been taken away from me.

Just how cruel this world could be?

"Hi there, baby girl. I will be you father from now on." A bright smile flashed so the little girl smiled back. 

"Appa! I scratched my knees. It hurts." The girl cried. Then the man kissed the pain away.

"Appa! I teleported while I was asleep. I was just at the sofa but when I woke up, I was already at my bed!" The man beside the girl laughed.

"But I don't know how to ride a bike." The little girl frowned. The man chuckled and lifted the girl to the bike and support it with his arms.

"Appa! I got to the Top 10!" The girl beamed. The man patted her head and said he was proud of her.

"But I want that phone, Appa!" The man checked his wallet then refused the girl. "I hate you, Appa!" The girl walked away. The man was disappointed with himself.

"Appa! He broke up with me." The girl sobbed. The man held the girl between his arms and caressed her back.

I was doomed. Everything was a doom. I was like a dead duckling. Fucking hopeless.

I walked highways with the jar carrying my father's remains. I was emotionless walking. My whole being was a complete void. Too sick to cry, no reasons to smile.

"Appa, (y/n) is having a hard time." I said to nowhere.

I hugged the jar tightly one last time as I reached the Han river. I opened the jar and got a handful of dust as I let them escape my hands with the help of the cold winds whispering at the place.

Wait for me Appa..

I climbed on the barricade. It was hard but I managed to stand up above it. I closed my eyes and spread my hands on both of my sides. I wasn't nervous at all, unlike a normal person who would panic in this kind of state.

I lost my will to live.

I guess, I am someone people would want to abandon when I was about to be happy being with them.

I swing my right foot to the groundless space as I felt my whole body became weightless as I ready myself to fall into nothingness. 

I was about to really give in my pathetic life when a strong arms were wrapped around my torso and spanned me around.

The guy crashed me to his embrace giving me the comfort I was needing to sustain my life.

"You can't fall from that. You can't fall to anything. You will only fall for me, only for me." Namjoon whispered, as he caressed the back of my head.

I hugged him back. I couldn't help but to release faint sobs. His touch was like a ball of warmth melting all the cold walls I built for me to deprive myself from bursting into tears.

"I thought you left me. I thought-" I cryingly responded as I buried my face on his chest, wetting his shirt with my tears.

"Leaving you is a pure self destruction, princess." Namjoon said as he rubbed my back calming me.

Namjoon broke the hug and cupped both of my cheeks and looked into my eyes with so much emotions lingering into his own.

"Princess, runaway with me."