Serendipity Fate {kth}

Chapter 27

bangtan with dogs shall be le death of me ;-;

Your feet shuffled on the ground, your bottom numb from the cold stone slab you were seated on next to the man you thought you knew. Your whole life, you wished there would be a chance that your father was still alive and that one day he'd show up to your door and present himself, saying he was back. This was not how you imagined meeting your dad again. At one point you accepted his death and even moved on from the hurt. What were you supposed to feel right now?

Jin had made everyone back off whilst they were still in as much shock as you were. Thank God someone had their head screwed on right. Somehow, in all the commotion, you found yourself sat outside, alone, with a ghost of your past.

The empty iced choco cup was getting crinkled in your pushy fingers, eyes glued to your hands as you avoided eye contact with the person next to you. Not a word spoken or exchanged for a good few minutes.

"Y/N," your father called out your name. Already, with only one word had they flooded your mind with a million questions, a million feelings, a million memories but you dared not look up and meet his eyes out of fear. You didn't know if you were pleased or if you were angry.

"This isn't how I planned meeting you again, just for the records."

"Were you ever planning on coming back?" Your voice croaked and you amazed yourself by the single fact you could still remember how to talk!

"Of course I was- you think I'd just leave forever?" He seemed calm like he always was and not a syllable raised in pitch than any other.

"People don't come back after dying."

He looked at you, pained from the harsh nature of your words. Had you become cold with his departure and this was your personality now? Or maybe was it your efforts to not weaken the walls you had built to protect yourself from him.

Either way, it hurt him to see your attitude to him had changed. Regardless of the time you had spent apart, he had envisioned his return to be joyous and that he would hold his little girl in his arms. Yet when he gazed upon your lowered head, he didn't see a little girl, he saw a thick-skinned woman.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you," he shifted his body in your direction and you noticed it, "I'm sorry for leaving you when you were so young and your mother- and La On." You could hear the remorse in his voice.

"Why um, why did you go?" this time you plucked up the courage and shifted your gaze to be fixated on him. Your eyes met and your tense muscles relaxed. He had the same face, maybe with a few more wrinkles, hazel eyes like yours, long but button nose like yours.

"I missed you," you whispered and he pulled your whole body into a bear hug full of warmth and regret. The awkward nature of you both with confrontation melted into the embrace as well.

"I love you buttercup but you know your old man would have good reason. I want nothing more than to clear this all up but your friends are waiting and I need to catch a plane. This isn't the place for a good old catch up talk. What do you think?" He held you a foot away so your face was visible and your glossy eyes that were on the verge of crying from shock- from relief- from upset- you blinked the tears away and nodded whole heartedly. It wasn't the time nor the place. You couldn't keep the guys back anymore or you'd be putting everyone into even more danger. Your father kept ahold of you, as if they were reluctant to let you go again; as if it was harder than the first time.

"Do you have a phone?" he asked getting up. Still the ever quick-to-move on, chirpy fella he was from when you were younger.

"Er yeah, I do." He entered a number into a new contact and told you to call him when you returned to Korea so that the much needed explanation could be done at a proper time and place. Not one for goodbyes- ironic, yes- you both hugged once more and he left giving you a kiss at the top of your head before promising he'd explain everything and saying sorry at least twenty times for being so hasty. You waved him off and threw the empty cup away feeling rather confused and exhausted.