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epilogue / bonus chapter

~

so i'm never going back

~

i closed the notebook
that was filled of memories,
and shoved it in my bag.

"where are we going, eomma?"
yoonho asked,
skipping behind.

yoonho is now six-years-old.
he looks exactly like yoongi
but reminds me of
my father so bad.

"we are gonna meet someone."

after everything,
my family have forgiven
me from the hardships
i put them through.
my father and i relationship
has grown stronger than ever.

i enrolled back into school,
graduated, and
starting college online.

yoongi was sentenced to
15 years in prison.
i visit him often,
but never with yoonho.

my relationship with yoongi
isn't romantic anymore.
we decided that
it's for the best.
i still love him dearly.
after all, he's still the father
of my child.

~

i shifted in the metal seat
as hoho layed quietly
on my lap.

the door opened,
revealing a guard escorting
yoongi to the seat.

pale skin. silky hair.
gummy smile.
nothing changed.
he's still the yoongi
i fell madly in love with.

"soori-ssi,
it's been a while."
yoongi said,
putting the phone
up to his ear.
i did the same.

"i brought you something."
i say slipping the notebook
in the slot.

he smiled as he flipped
through the pages.

"i hope you're eating well"

"i'm just fine,
stop worrying.
how is yoonho?"

"ask him yourself."

"you brought him?!"
his eyes widened.

i nodded, smiling.
"i thought about it.
i think he's old enough to
understand."

"yoonho-ah,
meet your father."
i pulled yoonho,
who was playing with
a strand of thread
on my jeans.

"hi! i'm min yoonho!"
he squeaked.

"i know who you are, hoho,"
yoongi laughed,
a tear cascaded down his cheek.

"why are you crying?"

"i'm sorry for not being
there with you,
yoonho-ah."

"it's okay, appa.
it's not your fault.
don't worry.
please don't cry."

[a/n: no, i'm not crying. you are. :'( ]

~

after our trip to visit yoongi,
i decided to take hoho
for a treat.

we stood in the line of
the ice cream shop,
contemplating on which
flavor to get, when
someone tapped my
shoulder.

"is it okay if i buy
the little one some
ice cream?"

i look up to see
a drop dead gorgeous
man, maybe in his early 40s,
with silky brown hair,
plump lips, and
beautiful big brown eyes.

he's prettier than me.

"sure,"
i smiled at the
friendly gesture,
"thank you.
say thank you
to the nice man,
hoho."

"thank you!"

"my name is
kim seokjin, by the way."

"i'm lee soori
and this is my son,
min yoonho."

"annyehaseyo,
yoonho-ah."

"hi."
yoonho waves.

~

i sat down at a bench
where i saw jin
and yoonho
playing in the sandbox.

they have gotten
so close in the duration
of weeks spent together.

"can i tell you a secret,
yoonho-ah?
can you keep it?"
jin says, quite loudly.

"oh yes, jin-hyung!
i'm very good at
keeping secrets!"

"shh. great!"

"now, what is it?"

"your mommy is
very pretty."
my eyes widen,
but i act as if i haven't
heard a thing.

"eomma!
hyung said you're pretty!!"
hoho screams,
while running to me.

"yah! it was supposed
to be a secret!"
jin screamed
following behind,
as hoho laughed.

"we're gonna start
heading home"
i chuckled. jin insisted
that he would walk us to
the car.

yoonho hopped and skipped
in front of us.

"is his father around?"
jin whispers.

"no, he's incarcerated."
i say, kicking some rocks.

"oh sorry."

awkward silence.

"um, are you free on friday?"
he suddenly asked.
"there's a nice restaurant
downtown that serves the
best soft tofu stew."
he rambled,
"you could even bring
yoonho if you can't find
a babysit-"

"yes, jin."
i said, shutting him up,
"that would be great."
i smiled.

he chuckled shyly.

yeah,
i'm never going back.

the end