3 - 우발적 인 걸작

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우발적 인 걸작
accidental masterpiece

Sarangs POV ~

My ears tuned out the sweet voice of my daughter and the laughter of the others. It was replaced with the eerie silence that sat between us. The last time I saw Seokjin was graduation. The time before that was the last time we spoke. He stood up for me when everyone called me a tramp and treated me like an outcast because of a rumor of me being pregnant.

"No,"

"But how old is she? Six? Seven?"

"She'll be six at the end of this month." Jin sat perplexed, I knew I'd have to explain but my heart was still shattered, even after six years. "I got married after graduation. And with that came little Raein." I glance at Raein seeing how content she was with coloring. "My husband was in an accident and the shock sent me into an early labor. He got to hold his daughter once before -" I took in a sharp breath, "She only got to meet him once." I repeated.

Jin reaches across the table and softly grabs my hand. "I'm sorry," With Junso fresh on my mind, I retracted my hand, feeling the cool air prick at my hands once again. I knew Jin was sincere, but it still pained me every day.

I cleared my throat, hoping the dryness would disappear. "So, uh what-what have you been doing?"

"Seeing that Raein is your world, I can understand now."

"Understand what?"

Jin leans back in his seat, "Understand where your attention lies." Jin's soft voice fades, "We all are in the music industry together."

"Oh? You are?" I chuckled, "So, you sing?"

"And dance."

"Did you just say dance? And I thought I could recall a time where you had no rhythm."

A high pitch shriek came from the table Jin's friends were seated at. "You can't do that!" Jin and I watched as Raein stretched across the table, deliberately drawing on Tae's page.

"Oh? Oh?" Tae reached across doing the exact same thing Raein was doing, "I'm going to get you for that, Rae-mi!"

"Enough you two." Yoongi tugs on Raein's shirt, pulling her back down beside him. Raein and Tae exchanged glances and before Yoongi could sense it, they both were leaning across the table scribbling on the page in front of him. "My masterpiece!"

"That was a masterpiece?" Jungkook questions.

"No way! Mines a masterpiece now!" Tae holds up his page, "Look what Raein did!"

Jin sat laughing. Although I'm sitting here with a smile on my face, a faint memory lingered in the back of my mind of a time when Junso and I were the ones entertaining a child and he drew on my page just to aggravate me. Of course I had to get revenge.

"Sarang!" Gongyoo yells from the kitchen. I leaped from my seat and rushed to the kitchen. "What's going on out there?" Gongyoo eyes lingered on me, "Are-are you crying?"

I felt my cheek, the dampness under my eyes spoke volume. "Apparently so." I dabbed my eyes, "Okay, give me the food!"

"Mmmm, demanding all the sudden?" Gongyoo hands me two trays of food. "Don't drop anything!" He calls from behind as I hurry to their table. I passed out everyone's food, even handing Raein her small dish, yet Jin remained seated away from them.

I return to the table with Jin, handing him his bowl before heading back to the kitchen. "Sarang," Jin grabbed my wrist, keeping me from leaving the table.

"Hmm?"

Jin tugs on my wrist, leading me closer to him. I slid into the booth he sat in. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For bringing all this up. For thinking that stupid rumor was true."

I smiled, "You don't have to apologize for that. I'd be curious too."

"Well, I already apologized for that, but there is something that I'm not going to be sorry for."

"Oh?" I lean back, "And what is that?"

"The fact that you're going to be seeing us a lot places a smile on my face." Jin pulls out his phone, "One of the guys texted me and said that he was enjoying Raein's playful company. He wanted me to ask if we could take her out tomorrow, as the whole group and do something fun." He pauses, "and that includes you."

"You mean a massive playdate for two parents?"

Jin shrugged his shoulders before nodding, "Basically that."

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