✔ My Love From 2001 | (ON HOLD) Jennie Kim x Female Reader |

Prolugue

NO ONE'S POV

On a cold autumn night, a little owl sat on a branch, chirping as he watched the leaves dance in the air.

The woods are significantly darker than they've been in the last several days, with one of the most spine-chilling nightfalls they've ever seen.

The air was clear and dense, howling through the motionless trees and forcing the branches to swing in lockstep. The blow of the wind was enough to cause every single one's eye to widen, finding its way through the owl's feathery neck, mumbling and whispering, telling some secrets and what awaits at the time being, resulting in some mournful cry to the owl's mind's eyes. Later on, the crickets begin to emit some of their beautiful tunes. Fireflies began to brighten the dim woods, but not nearly enough to save a lost soul or life.

Silence conquers and fills the area once more, with the same serene atmosphere, as usual, beneath the shimmering moon surrounded by the shady clouds, a portrayal of the whole point of night. It was getting close to bedtime. They were all preparing to sleep tight and let their slumber to doze them away, at least allowing the moon's brilliance to rest. Wishing each other a good sleep, As the lidded, eyes began to blink and yawn, So they thought. It was then, under the tired vision of the sparkling moon, that he figures out the reason for the owl's gloomy cries.

The quiet surrounding, were interrupted when the crackling of dried leaves sounded somewhere, followed by some hasty and scurrying movements, causing the owls to recurrently revealed their optics once again, alarmed when they spread out their wings to fly upon a total mess.

"It must be here somewhere"

A man in his middle-aged stated, pacing and roaming his eyes on everywhere but the pitch-black forest, trying his best to gazed the duskiness murk of the area since the little lantern flies was the only one that serves them light, but in every steps they take, they are consciously aware of the eyes that are fixedly trailed upon their back, silently preying and watching every movement they caused,

Placing a lingering kiss on the baby's forehead, In the middle of their run, The woman who has the baby in her arms, wince a bit due to the weariness and sore out state of her body, Consequently making her stop little by little on her tracks before she puffed out a tired sigh, Making the other person to pause on his too, Before showing off a concern and worried look on the lady before him

"What's the matter? Is everything alright?"

He quickly asked, trying to comfort the panting mess lady as he walks beside her to soothe and rubbed her aching back, Instead of answering his question, She instead replied

"Are you sure we're on the right way?" She asked, breathless and exhausted.

"Yes, Of course"

He replied without hesitation, assuring and positively confirming it, Yet, his own emotions and tone was betraying him. Despite how tired they both feel right momentarily, Seeing the presence of their baby is more than enough reason to continue and pull themselves out in the corner, As they stare more onto it who has her eyes closed, The more They feel more than contented and restrengthened at the same time. Even they feel so drained, If she needs the both of them that close without any single blink, Then so be it, If it's for their lovely daughter's sake, They will surely do anything, sacrifice whatever it takes to give her the best.

Acknowledging each other while Intertwining the trembling palm of the woman against his, The man quickly pulled and drag the lady as they greet the stares of the woods that were encircling them, With their shadows following the moonlight, In every place, paths they end up to a while ago, This time, The woman lost it In the fifth time in a row, cursing the time for running way too fast, She tugged the man in purpose before asking the words she hated to ask from the beginning,