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[27]

[Namjoon]

(Whole chapter's a flashback so I'm not gonna italicize it)

The sun rose in such a majestic manner, hues of red, orange, and yellow spread out in a beautiful ombré. My mouth gaped in awe, "It's so beautiful."

A small hand landed on mine and I turned to my side to see Yu-Ji, my bestfriend, "Well, you're beautifuler."

I was shocked that she had said that to me, considering that she's the textbook definition of beautiful. Her long, pink hair flowed down her back wavily like a waterfall and her slender fingers were soft and supple. Her face was small and rosy with a forever blush on her cheeks. A tiny button nose rested on her face perfectly, just asking me to kiss it.

I smiled shyly at her, her straightforwardness always seeming to make my heart race, "It's 'more beautiful'. Not 'beautifuler'."

She rolled her eyes and stood up, pulling me up with her so she could hold my hands. As we dived into each other's eyes, I thanked God for letting me be born. Letting me meet this beautiful woman. She smiled happily with her hair blowing slightly in the wind, "It's all the same, Joon."

I half smiled and nodded, agreeing with her amenably. Her small hands held mine tightly, the tall, fluffy grass tickling my toes.

"I've got somethin to ask you." She voiced, her expression turning serious and her small hand resting on her stomach.

I nodded and looked into her eyes with upmost attention, "Yeah?"

"If this 'white plague' ordeal is even remotely true.. how are we gonna survive?" Tears formed in her eyes, breaking my heart.

I squeezed her hand and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mark and his team are gonna fix everything. You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna be okay."

I took my left hand and used it to caress her cheek which she lovingly leaned into, "And our little Clara's gonna be okay."

She blinked away the tears and rubbed her lower stomach with care.

[5 months later]

"YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE!" I pushed Mark back violently, my emotions controlling my actions mindlessly.

Mark had his hands up in surrender but that meant nothing to me, "Settle down, Namjoon, everything's gonna be alright."

I shot daggers at him and continued to push him back until he hit a wall, "ALRIGHT?! EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT?! YOU'VE BEEN PUMPING THAT FUCKING DISEASE INTO MY WIFE AND CHILD FOR 9 GODDAMN MONTHS AND EVERYTHING'S ALRIGHT?!"

He sighed and looked at me in the eyes from behind his glasses, "Namjoon, you don't underst—"

"OH, I UNDERSTAND PLENTY."

"Namjoon.. it's already been done.. it's too late now." Yu-Ji muttered from behind me, sitting on the examination table with limp posture. She had lost all color to her face and Clara hasn't kicked in weeks, leaving her extremely depressed which does not help her heath at all.

My body was heaving up and down in anger. I turned back to Mark with an expression of complete loathing, "This... This fucking experiment of yours, Mark..."