sᴏᴜʟʙᴏɴᴅ • ᴠᴍɪɴ ᴀʙᴏ ᴀᴜ • (ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ)

🌵chapter 20

The cold night wind blowing into Mina's room through the open window demanded her to soothe her dry throat.

She turned around in her bed coughing a little. Before her was Jungkook sleeping on the table as his big fingers held her slim pinky loosely.

Slipping out of the hold she crawled up on her bed to lean near him.

The boy slept with slightly parted lips. His tiny lashes fluttered from the wind that hit his face and Mina couldn't help but trace his broad brow with her thumb.

He mumbled inaudibly.

"Hm?", she leaned low.

"What are you doing?", he turned around, his lips brushing her ears.

Startled at the sudden contact she yelped falling back on the bed.

Jungkook giggled, "Serves you right"

He got up and kissed her forehead, "I'll sleep in hyung's room. Sleep well", the door shut behind him.

"How am I gonna sleep after that?", she muttered touching the warm spot.

Mina climbed down the stairs to fetch some water from the kitchen. Walking back she noticed the living room still bright from the television running some show.

Entering inside, she saw Namjoon curled to sleep on Jin's lap and the latter wide awake.

He was blankly staring at the machine while raking through his husband's hair. Intermittent sighs escaped his troubled chest.

"Dad?", she neared him.

"Ah, Mina. What is it? Do you need something?", he asked turning all of his attention to his daughter.

Mina realised she had some explanation to do. Biting her lips she spoke, "About what happened afternoon…"

"It's fine. You did nothing wrong, Mina. You don't have to feel obliged to explain everything to us", he smiled short.

He wondered if his own shortcomings as a parent, as a male were what hindered her to share things freely with him. And one sided expectations without any knowledge about what she felt was his mistake. The truth stung him harshly.

"I want to, dad. You are my father and I should have told you everything from the beginning but I was too scared that you migh-", her voice broke.

"Hey, hey. Come here", he opened his arms towards her, welcoming her tears.

She put down her bottle and ran into his hug sobbing loudly.

Both the bottle's thud and her wails shook Namjoon out of his sleep.

"Why? What happened?", he looked around half awake.

Seeing the father and daughter in a hug, he scooted closer and enveloped them whole, like a burrito wrap. Warm and close.

"I was just unsure about all the sudden happiness in my life that I couldn't shake of the anxiety in me", she cried, "You guys naturally became my home and losing you all meant losing a part of me that I learnt to love for the first time in my life. I'm sorry I was too selfish, dad", her tears soaked Jin's shirt and he couldn't help but tear up as well.

"You know what, I should've understood everything from the way you called me dad for the first time. It was my most precious memory that, the happiness blinded me for a while. I'm sorry for letting my daughter carry her worries alone", he pecked at her hair and brushed it fondly.

"We love you the most. Don't tell Taehyung", Namjoon joked.

The crying duo finally laughed.