Second Chance [YuKook Story]

Chapter 5

YUNA'S POV

"Why are you coming back?" appa asked, then he turned his back against me. Though I'm ready for the worse, but still, his question just now slapped me straight onto my face.

"Mianhae,"  mumbled. The office door had been closed just now.

"If you want to say sorry, wait at home," his tone, as if he was broken hearted.

"I'm here to help you," I continued, explaining my real intention of coming back.

"Once this problem settled, are you going to run away again?" appa asked sternly.

"No. I'll work under you," I replied. Appa snuffled.

"Pirhyeo eobseo, Yuna (No need, Yuna). If you were going to help, you'll do it since then! Not when I'm going down, then only you came back!" Appa's words were very tormenting for me.

What more I didn't do? I sacrificed every single thing including my body! I give me to Jungkook, as a legal wife, but he took that as a ticket to touched me unwillingly. What more I didn't do before?!

"What more I didn't do, appa?" I asked. Let's make all clear today.

"Why did you leave Jungkook? You fought for a small matter. How old was your marriage on the day you bring up on how you both gotten married?" appa asked and he faced me. I was confused. Bring up?

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"On the first day you absent, I called but there was no answer. I asked Jungkook what happened. He told me you went onto a vacation because you were stressed by him. It was very embarassing me, you know?! Only after a month Jungkook told me that you guys fought and you stir up the past on how I make you marry him. Do you know how embarassing it was?!"

"Appa, he lied!"

"Then what?! You are going to say you were abused?"

"He touched me unwillingly! He tortured me! He beat me up because I told Eunbi that we both were married! Eunbi and Jungkook was a couple before and I just want to defend my marriage! But he beat me up half to death, you know!" I raged, then cried. It was very hear-breaking remembering how the one we treasured the most treat us like we are an animal. Ah.. even animal knows what does it feel like when being hurt. I know I am a fool when I thought he had accepted me. I am a fool for believing I can finally have a happy ending with him. I am such a fool for being a slave to love.

"I wanted to ask for a divorce! I wanted to lodge a police report. I wanted to meet the doctor and asked the them to write full report on my injury. But I discard the thought when I thought of you reputation! And for your information, I didn't want to meet Jungkook anymore, that's why I wasn't home! Wasn't here! Not because of you and eomma, but it's because of him! I don't want to go back to him!" I swept up my tears soon after I spilled all out. I cried while standing there statiscally.

Suddenly, I felt like someone patted my head and hugged me. Appa is not good at saying sorry and how much he loves me, but I know he was feeling guilty and love me just by his action.

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"In that case, take them all as out intern. Proceed with an audition on deciding who will do which character," I ordered from telephone.

I suggested to my father to take practical students from any universities as our interns. Profits will be shared but no allowance will be given. Some want to accept the offer (willingly or not) to complete the requirements of the course.

Since all of desks in the company were owned, I was permitted to do work at home. But still there's a lot of work to do and I had to do them all, including orders and checked this and that by using telephone. But I like it this way. At least, I have some time to spend with Sejeong.

"Choi Yuna," someone called me from my left side. I looked at him and was taken aback. Where is Sejeong?

"What are you doing here? How do you get in?" I asked and stood up.

Mentioning on how he got here, I wonder too. How can he get in without me hearing any bell ringing?

"I missed you," he came nearer and hugged me tightly.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I punched his arm. Just from his hugging, I can tell he is much more muscular than before. So, my punch gave no effects on him.

"Let me go, Jungkook!" I ragged him and pushed him away. Tried, to be exact.

"Ahjussi, let my mom go!" Sejeong shouted in informal language.

Jungkook let me go and turned his head to his left, towards his daughter.

"Mom?" he asked.

"Who are you?! You barged into our house! Don't you hear my mom yelled to let her go?! Why are you hugging her?!" Sejeong scolded his dad.

"Sejeong, you can't talk to an elder like that," I reprimanded her.

Yes, this kid doesn't know that the one who stood in front of her is her father. But still, I don't want her to be rude to elders.

Jungkook turned his head towards me.

"Daughter of.."

"Mine!" I pulled her away from Jungkook and hide her behind me. I can't let them make an eye contact for a long time. I'm afraid if the invisible tie between father and daughter became stronger. Jungkook and Sejeong was bounded, but still I will make it loose.

"How old.."

"I was being raped. A month after you did that to me, I left to US and I was raped there. This is all because of you!"

Jungkok glared a me. Then towards his daughter. He snuffled then he walked away. He stopped at the front door. There, there was a vase on a table imported from Europe. He took it and threw it on the floor, as a sign that he rebelled. I was chickened out looking at his hot-temper.

"Mummy," Sejeong called me. I carried her upstairs and put her on bed. She seems scared.

"Mummy.. is it true I am a raper's daughter?" she asked.

I knew that she do understand what were we talking about though her Korean quite limited.

I apologized in advance.

"That was your father but you saw it right on how we can't get along? I'm afraid if halmeoni (grandma), harabeochi (grandpa) and appa make you as an excuse for me to go back to appa, so I lied. You do understand how I am feeling, right?" I asked.

"Are you afraid of dad?" Sejeong asked and I nodded.

"It's okay. I'm with you," she coaxed me then hugged me. It should be me comforting my daughter but the table was turned. I even cried in her short arms. Sejeong patted my long hair.

Are you feeling more comfortable with only English or with Korean attached together?