After his conversation with Mr. Han, Jungkook felt suffocated. The weight of the decision pressed heavily on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
he needed space—time to think.
Instead of heading straight home, he found himself walking aimlessly, his feet leading him to the nearby park.
The place was quiet at this hour, with only a few people strolling around. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant laughter of children playing eased some of the tension in his heart.
He sat on an empty bench, staring at the sky that was slowly turning shades of orange and pink.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤
"Seoul…" he murmured to himself.
Could he really return?
The very thought of stepping back into that city made his stomach churn. he had spent years convincing himself that he had moved on, that he had built a new life far away from the people who had abandoned him.
But jihyun…
His son needed a better future.
"I have no choice, do I?" he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤
Still, a part of him was scared. What if He ran into them? What if they found him?
he shook his head. "It doesn’t matter."
To them, he was already dead.
The past was gone.
He had his son now. He was the only family he needed.
The sun had begun to set by the time he finally got up. But instead of heading home, he took a different path.
The path to the cemetery.
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