Devil Contract ✓

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I WALKED INSIDE THE HOUSE, A WEIRD FEELING of dejavu coming to me, I sighed and licked my lips, looking down at my bandaged foot, I heard the door being closed behind me. Jungkook ignored me and walked to his room, stomping his feet loudly on the stairs.

A*shole—I thought, rolling my eyes, he turned before entering his room, "Your new room is ready, it's at the end of the hallway." He confessed loudly, before shutting the door loudly. I dragged my suitcase upstairs with difficulty, avoiding the pain in my foot.

I opened the door, being welcomed by a wide room, the large glass windows were open, the bed was nicely organised, I walked to the bed and sat down, looking at my leg. I laid back, heaving a long breath to calm myself.

Daddaddaddaddad—the same thing echoed in my mind, I wanted to go to my father, I wanted to hug him and tell him that everything is fine, that's what I've been wanting to do for months, can there be a miracle that I meet him? Can't I just run to him?

Impatient, I got up, it's been like two minutes since I've stepped into this house—and yet I'm planning to leave. I walked out of the room, marching to where Jungkook's was. The same fire was inside you, just like yesterday, but different.

I furiously knocked on his door, my heartbeat fast and faster. I could hear him grumble in annoyance inside, already aware of me being here, he took a while to open the door, and before he say or do anything, my outburst cut him short,

"I want to meet my father, now."

He seemed shocked and amused by my almost command, he's got that shiny look in his eyes. He stood in awe for a minute, staring down at me like I was crazy, before he muttered, "He's safe." I inhaled the pain sharply, "I-I want to see him." I stuttered over my mere request, my voice cracking as emotions build-up inside of me.

He took a second to examine the bit of tears that soaked into my eyes out of the outburst, before he swiftly nodded his head, licking his lips, "Alright."

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The unpleasant smell of hospital filled my nose as I followed Jungkook towards the hallway he was entering, I just wanted to see my father, nothing else except him, just him.

The doctor bowed towards him as he stood in front of the white-doored room, a smile on his face. His eyes travelled to me, "Is that your wife?" It took him a second to reply, "Y-Yes." He muttered, "I have work to do, she'll visit her father till she wants, then she'll leave." He explained, turning to me, "Call me when you're done."

I nodded towards him silently, he fixed his suit and walked past me.

I stayed silent until he fully left. As soon as I heard the door of the hallway being closed, I walked a bit closer to the doctor. "Is he okay?" I asked, gripping my own hands. The doctor grinned, "Yes, he's really well, until now." I sighed in relief.

"Thank you so much." I held his old, wrinkled hands into mine, smiling at him. He seemed shocked by my actions though. "What's wrong?" I quietly asked him, knitting my brows. "N-Nothing, no important person ever thanked me, so it's just amusing." He chuckled a little, shaking his head.

"Can I see him?" I asked, looking towards the door. He nodded, "Yes." I walked the the door, gripping the cold, metal handle as I pulled it, the beep, beep sound clear.

My tears slowly flowed down as I looked at him, his eyes were closed, as if he's sleeping. "Dad." I barely whispered, walking to him. My eyes trembled, the nostalgia filling my heart with pain.

He looks old. He is peaceful, his heartbeat was normal, he is safe. I walked towards him, maybe my movements woke him up. His eyes opened, adjusting to the lights as he glanced towards me, smiling. "Hyerin." I sobbed, sitting down beside him as I held his old hand into mine, nodding.

"It's me. How're you?" I asked him, he laughed lightly. "I'm good. How's your life? Are you fine?" I nodded. "Yes, I'm fine, I missed you." He hummed, "Me too."

His hand held onto mine, the warmth of his hand was the same. "How's your husband?" He suddenly asked. "He's fine too." I said, "What was his name again?" He asked, knitting his brows,

"Jungkook." I replied, unintentionally sharp. "Ah, Jungkook. He's a good man." He nodded with a grin.

"It's good that rich people have a heart too, take care of him, alright?" He said, making me nod.

"You take care of yourself too." I told him, "Yes." He said,

He's so lively for a sick person, for this—I was thankful. For returning my father's lost smile, for a nice treatment,

To Jungkook.

I finally,

Felt home.