''Who is Mr. Do not answer?'' My friend Chanhee asked as she looked at my phone lighting up. I sighed annoyed just thinking about the caller. ''My husband.....Jeon Jungkook'' I answered and her face instantly turned into regret, for asking such a thing.

- Y/N's POV- I still remember that day clearly.....every night it comes back to me like a nightmare. The small fragile human getting pushed into my arms. Tears streaming down my face as I looked at her....Doctors storming in from everywhere trying everything they could to keep her alive. The look in her eyes she gave me made me break inside. She knew she wasn't going to make it. She smiled at me and took one last look at her child before speaking. ''Take care of Minjoon'' the heart monitor going flat drummed through my ears as my mother collapsed to the ground. It's a day I wish to forget, but whenever I look at him it all just comes back. ''Eomma'' I snapped out of my daze feeling Minjoon his tiny hand tug on my jacket. ''Ah Minjoon- ah what did I say about calling me eomma'' I pointed out making him look at the ground. ''Not to call you that....'' He muttered softly making me nod my head. ''Noona it's Noona'' I joked before pinching his cheek. He sure grew up a lot...Wish you could be here to see that.