Second Chance [ON-going]

[15-1] Dara

[Dara's POV]

"Thank you," said the crew member as she handed me the cheesecake. Omma will definitely love this one.

"Mommy... Mommy!!"

I turned around at the familiar voice and saw my son running toward me. My heart melted—my little angel, Jino.

"Jino, don't run! You might slip," I said as I walked toward him, noticing the ice cream cone in his hand. He stopped in front of me, and I crouched down to his level.

"Jino-ah, where did that ice cream come from?" I asked.

"It's free, Mommy! A guy gave it to me," he said, smiling.

"Jino, what did Mommy tell you? Don't talk to strangers, right? Even accepting something from a stranger..." I said, my brow furrowing as he looked up at me.

"But he said he's not a stranger," Jino said, licking his ice cream.

My forehead creased. "He said he knows you and Daddy?"

"Me," a familiar voice said. I froze and turned to see Jiyong standing behind Jino.

"J-Jiyong..." I whispered, my heart skipping a beat. He simply nodded.

"Uhm... Mommy, he said he is my Appa. Is that true?" Jino asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

I glanced at Jino, my mind racing. Did he somehow know everything? That was impossible—Yuri had promised she wouldn't tell anyone until I was ready. I turned back to Jiyong, who remained calm, watching the boy.

"Let's talk," I said, standing and gently holding Jino's hand.

"Jino, let's go," I said, leading him to a nearby table in the café, just far enough from where Jiyong was standing. I sat him down and called the waitress to order for him. Jino watched me carefully, his small hand gripping the table.

"Jino, listen to Mommy," I said. I pointed subtly toward Jiyong. "We're just going to talk, okay? Mommy will be back. Eat your sundae, and if you want, you can order anything else too."

Jino nodded, understanding, and I smiled at him.

I took a deep breath and walked toward Jiyong. He was still looking outside, his posture calm but intense. My heart pounded. Was now the right time? I wasn't fully prepared to tell him everything... yet here he was, knowing about Jino.

I pulled out a chair across from him and sat down, taking a deep breath.

"Well... I don't even know where to start. I just want to ask—did you know about him? And... how?" I asked.

Jiyong reached into his bag and pulled out a folder, placing it on the table. My hands trembled as I opened it, and my eyes widened at the contents: photos and detailed information about me and Jino.

"When you came back here, I asked my family's personal investigator to gather information about you. That's how I found out about him," he said calmly.

"I... I don't know what to say," I murmured. He smirked faintly.

"Then start with why the hell you hid my son from me," he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of controlled anger.

"I-I'm sorry. It's just... I was depressed and confused about everything," I admitted, my voice trembling. "The last time we met, I was hurt, I felt dumb and angry with you... So when I found out I was pregnant, I decided to hide it. I thought it was the best thing to do... that you didn't have any right to be a father to him. I... I didn't know what else to do."

Tears threatened to fall as I continued. "I really, really wanted to tell you. I even planned for you to meet him eventually. I talked to Yuri; she promised to help me. I just needed the right time. I also told him about you when he was five. He's a smart boy... he never hated you, Jiyong. He's actually excited to meet you."

I felt his hand brush against mine across the table. I looked into his eyes, searching for his reaction.

"Yes, I'm angry," he said softly. "I should have known him from the start. I should have been there to watch his first steps, hear his first words, support you... I love being a father, and I feel betrayed. But I know it's also my fault. I can't change the past—I can't undo the seven years I missed. It's my sin. But please... try to forgive me. Let me make it right. Let me show you and him how much I regret everything."

"No... It's not all your fault, Jiyong," I said, squeezing his hand. "It's my fault too. I depended on you for everything and forgot to love myself. I was weak, I even... I tried to end my life. I felt helpless, pathetic... and after that, I became worse—selfish, full of anger and hatred. We both made mistakes, and we both hurt each other. But I know that we can be happy... and I know Jino will love you. Even if he doesn't know you yet, he has always dreamed of meeting you. And Donghae has been a good father to him, but I can't blame him for wanting to find you."

He smiled at me softly.

"Please forgive me for everything I've done... and everything I might do that could hurt you again," he said. I returned his smile.

"I forgave you a long time ago, Jiyong," I said. "You deserve to be happy. I found mine, and you should have yours too."

"I am... I found mine a long time ago," he replied.

"Good for you. I should meet this person," I said lightly.

"Maybe not now," he said, glancing at Jino. "He needs to realize first that I am his happiness."

"Maybe you should introduce yourself properly to him... as his father," he suggested. I nodded and stood, walking toward Jino, with Jiyong following.

"Jino," I said softly. "Remember what you told Mommy when we were in Australia? Can you tell me that again?"

He nodded.

"I said... If we go back to Korea, will I meet my father there? Can you tell him that I'm going too?" he said, his eyes wide with hope.

"Well, baby, listen to Mommy," I said, glancing at Jiyong. "You know the man behind me..."

Jino nodded.

"And he said he knows you, right?" I asked. Another nod. "And he said he's your Appa, right?"

Jino looked at Jiyong.

"Yes, Jino," I said softly. "That's true. He is your Appa. The one you've been wanting to meet."

For a moment, Jino stared at Jiyong, unsure of what to do. Then, suddenly, tears streamed down his face as he threw himself into Jiyong's arms. Jiyong froze, shocked, before embracing him tightly, tears streaming down his own face as his small shoulders shook.

"I... I knew it... you're not lying... you... You are my Appa," Jino whispered between sobs.

"I know, baby... I know," Jiyong replied, holding him close.

I smiled at the sight—my son and his father, finally together. I knew this moment would come, and it was more beautiful than I had ever imagined.

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Anneyong~ sorry for the late update...

This is chapter 15-1, just a part of Dara's POV, the second part is some kind of IDK..well, I have the idea, but still, I can't fix some of my ideas on it..can you guess? kekeke..

Did you know that Dara is in the Philippines right now? She just arrived today at 11:05 am, and who will watch Lydia Paek at Zirkoh? OMG!! I can't watch, I don't have a ticket. Can someone lend me? I'll buy (but give me a discount)

Okay..so much spazz...Well, I was inspired to make this chap because of Lydia Paek's and AKMU's ver. of eyes, nose, lips, who already listen to it? it's Daebak...my ghad..AKMU is superb!! But I want a 2NE1 cover..

till next time..oh..please do comment..and if not a waste..vote for it..thanks

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