[This story contains death of cancer. Please be advised]
-JIN'S POV-
"YAH HURRY HURRY!!" I yelled from afar.
The two sets of footsteps were heard from upstairs, increasing as they all went down.
"My babies" I called as I plant a kiss on both the forehead of my small girls.
My eldest was 13. It was easy to lean on her with my elbow with her short height. She even had her mother's eyes and glistens the same every time I talked to her.
My youngest was 6 and absolutely adorable. She had my chin and my eyes but her attitude and personality definitely came from her mom. She was very sensitive and would cry when she's tired and hungry. It would always work if I take her neck and make her lean on me. It would also calm her down when you tug her close till she falls asleep.
"Appa" My youngest cried out as she extends her arm.
"Ne?" I took her by the armpits, lifting her up till we talked face to face. Her mother liked that too."When is eomma coming back?"
It pained me when she asked every single week when would her mother comes home. But I honestly don't know. I manage to give up my career just for the girls to have a better life but I don't know if it was better without her with me.
"Appa" My oldest, Jane, called this time as I approached her, gulping down my tears.
"Ne?" I called as she slumps down the couch. "John and I are going out for lunch. Can I go?"
She knows how much I didn't like her around boys. "Ani-yo. It's only morning, baby. It's Saturday where we should be hanging out with the family"
"Appa" she whines loudly, which made my youngest cry deafeningly.
"Aish. Look what you've done, Jane. I have to take care of her again. Don't you know how hard it is" I half-shouted, scolding her as she turned the other direction - which reminded me of her because Y/N never answered back.
"Take care of your sister first. I'll use the restroom" I gulped, dropping the crying baby beside my daughter. As she is, she takes her sister to lay on her lap, hushing her a little bit.
As I shut the door close, I wanted to scream. It was a never-ending pain and it's been 4 years since her death. But I still haven't moved on.
My hands were shaking when I dialed an emergency number. My tears were streaming when I reached the speaker to my right ear - praying that he would answer.
"Annyeonghaseyo" A familiar voice was heard. "Seokjin?"
"Ne" I replied shortly. "Do you mind if you bring your kids here? I think I'm having a breakdown"
The phone dropped when my heart thumped quickly. The image of her was everywhere, watching me in pity. Though a smile was plastered in her face.
Years. 4 years since we last saw each other, jagiya. I know you miss me but you have to fight for our babies. Please, Seokjin.
Her voice was lingering with something so empty, her touch wasn't felt. My tears continued streaming, "Why did you leave me, jagiya? You know how much I love you. Please come back. You know we're imperfect without you here"
