Omen - [EDITING]

[ Sweetest Nectar ]

"MinYoung, hey- look at me."

His voice was not strong enough to penetrate through the lies that enveloped my mind. I could not even narrow my mind back to reality at the profound piece of information. It mortified me. I was too weak to even pull myself back together. This organization were the ones who caught SeokJin's family members and my Father ... is part of their schemes. 

"MinYoung, hey. Are you okay? MinYoung-"

Did Father lie to my face all this time? 

Was his 'work' overseas just a whole white lie crumpled into a small object? Why would Father even do that to his one and only child? Does he not care about me anymore? Am I selfish to want him back and act as if Mother's accident hadn't affected me at all?

I grasp onto SeokJin's blouse, finally responding to his pleads as I pull myself up. Leaning against his chest, I wasn't sure how delivering my shock would please him. Father was part of the organization that captured his family members. I doubt that he'd be merciful towards the Black Snow Co. and I don't want Father to receive the consequences.

It pains me to choose a side that I don't want to fight over. 

"MinYoung, hey, what's wrong?" He soothes my cheeks, inducing me to look up at his concerned gaze. I was unprepared to tell him of the fact. The news itself didn't sit well enough in me. I wanted to save Father from his workaholic addiction. I wanted him to return home. I didn't want SeokJin to hurt him, even if Father has committed acts that are unforgivable for SeokJin.

"F-Father ..." I force myself to speak, my limbs shaking uncontrollably at his comforting sight. He didn't seem to understand my body language and neither did I. I was ready to collapse again and dwell into the darkness once more. I couldn't find any comfort just waiting for any miracles to happen. 

Father wasn't going to come back. 

"Your Father? What's wrong with him?" SeokJin inquires, but I made no bold attempt to reply to him right now. I was struck in awe at Father's appearance. He looked so different compared to the last time I saw him. He grew a white beard and I noticed faint bags under his eyes. 

His life was already tied with that organization. I can't always assume the worst, but the judgements overwhelm the positivity aspects. I'm not sure what Father does specifically in the field of the science research. 

What else did he need to do to find evidence about the predator?

SeokJin supports me with his grasp, yet clenching tightly onto his blouse wasn't making anything better. I know I'm overthinking about the future. I can't control my mind at the thought that Father would experiment on the lives of animals, although knowing that it wouldn't bring Mother back. 

More than a decade has passed since she died and I've lived in solitude for that matter. 

I sit up properly against the cold tiled floor, drawing my attention back to the front. I paid no attention to his expression. Knowing at least half of SeokJin's character, I assume his reaction to my statement would draw out scrutiny and doubt. Releasing the grip from his blouse, I made sure not to slur my words.  

However, I stopped midway. 

I can barely even form a proper sentence, despite the image crossing my mind every so often. It distracts me from what I want to say. It's only a few simple sentences about my sudden downfall. My stomach twists once more and I shake my head. I can't tell SeokJin now. I don't even want to accept the fact myself.

"I-I can't say it ..."

I look away, hoping that SeokJin could understand my personal issues at the moment. My phone buzzes against the counter, but I made no effort to respond to the message. I didn't feel like going to class today, even though I was supposed to submit one work. My worries remain, especially with the two unconscious men sitting on the couch.