After finishing university, I headed back home. Today was exhausting; with finals approaching, we have to work harder than usual. But I can't do anything other than my best-for my future and for my hero, my favorite person. My appa.
Life is tough, but giving up is not an option. That's life. This problem, that problem. Yeah, life is full of problems, but that doesn't mean we should give up. Who doesn't have problems? Everyone struggles every day to solve them and make their life better. I truly respect those who don't let life's challenges defeat them.
With a sigh, I opened the door. The delicious aroma hit me instantly, making me close my eyes in awe. I smiled and slowly walked toward the kitchen, knowing exactly who was responsible for the most delicious food in the world.
As I entered, I heard a familiar voice humming his favorite song while chopping vegetables. I shook my head with a smile. It was his daily routine. But I loved seeing him enjoy every moment of his life. I wanted to give him the best life. That's why I never give up. He's the reason I still have hope. He's my whole world.
"Appa..." I called out, almost singing as I walked over to him.
He turned around, his face lighting up with a smile that always warmed my heart. "You're home! How was your day?"
"Tiring, but seeing you makes it all worth it," I said, leaning in for a hug. "What are you making today?"
"Your favorite, of course," he replied, his eyes twinkling with joy. "Sit down; it'll be ready soon."
I watched him move around the kitchen with ease, his hands skillfully preparing the meal. Every chop, every stir was filled with love and care. This was why I worked so hard, why I pushed through every challenge. For moments like this, for him.
"Appa, you know why I never give up?" I asked, my voice soft.
He paused, looking at me with curiosity. "Why?"
"Because of you. You're my inspiration, my strength. I want to make you proud," I said, my eyes brimming with tears.
He walked over and hugged me tightly. "You already do, every single day. I'm so proud of you."
In that moment, I felt a surge of determination. No matter how hard life got, I knew I could face it all, as long as I had him by my side.
After finishing dinner with my appa, I walked toward my bedroom, feeling a warm glow from our evening together. We had chatted about his day and mine, our future plans, everything. 'You know, you always make me laugh,' he had said, smiling at me across the table. His laughter had echoed in my heart long after the conversation ended. He's the only one I have in my life, and these moments mean everything to me.
Taking a deep breath, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I undressed, feeling the cool air on my skin as I walked toward the shower. The moment the cold water hit my body, I closed my eyes, letting the tension melt away. "Ah, that's better," I whispered to myself, feeling the water wash away the day's worries.
After my night routine, I walked back to my room and sat on the bed, reflecting on the evening. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light over my room, making it feel cozy and safe.
My eyes wandered to the nightstand, where the most heartwarming picture stood. It was my family photo, the one I cherished more than anything.
I smiled, staring at it. My hand reached out, trembling slightly, as I picked it up and gently caressed the frame. Without realizing it, a tear slipped down my cheek, landing on the glass with a soft tick.
"I miss you, Mom," I whispered, holding the picture close to my chest where my heart beat steadily.
She became ill when I was four years old. I didn't understand what was happening; I only saw her face grow paler each day, her body weaken, and her eyes lose their sparkle. I remember every detail about her. She was a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart. Even in her fragile state, she cared for me, showering me with love.
I would sit by her side, holding her hand as she smiled weakly at me, her voice a soft whisper of reassurance. She would stroke my hair and tell me stories, trying to make me laugh despite her own pain. But after she passed away, an overwhelming loneliness consumed me because I had spent most of my time with her.
My dad, however, stepped in and took on all the responsibilities. He would tuck me in at night, make my favorite meals, and hold me close when I cried. He became both mother and father to me, filling the void left by her absence. That's why I love him so much.
I put the picture of my mother back on the nightstand, wiped away my tears, and let a small smile appear on my face. Standing up, I took a deep breath and walked out of my room, feeling a mixture of sadness and gratitude. The memories of my mother lingered, but my father's unwavering support and love filled me with strength.
I slowly walked toward my appa's room, careful not to make any noise. As I entered, I saw he was already deep in his dreamland. With quiet steps, I approached him, greeted by the sight of his tired face. My heart ached seeing him like this. He works so hard for me. He's given me everything, fulfilling his responsibilities so well that I never felt the absence of my mother. I'm so lucky to have a father like him. After all, I'm his princess.
"Good night, appa," I whispered softly, bending down to kiss his forehead. His skin was warm, and I gently caressed his face, smiling as I did. "You deserve all the rest," I thought, my heart swelling with love and gratitude.
As I turned to leave, I glanced back one more time, the weight of his sacrifices heavy on my mind. "I'll make you proud," I promised silently, stepping out of his room.
Back in my room, I crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. Tomorrow was another day, and I needed to be up early for university. As I closed my eyes, I felt a deep sense of peace. I was ready to face whatever came next, knowing that my appa's love and sacrifices were the foundation of my strength.
Author pov
Namjoon sat in his office, hunched over a pile of paperwork. His glasses perched on the edge of his nose, he sighed and turned to the next page before taking a sip from the coffee cup on his desk.
He absentmindedly tapped his pen against the desk, the rhythmic sound blending with the ticking clock on the wall. Occasionally, he ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further in his frustration.
He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head to relieve the stiffness in his shoulders. The chair creaked under the pressure. After a moment, he rolled his shoulders and resumed his work, his pen scratching across the paper.
A sudden knock on the door startled him, making him drop his pen. He glanced up, sighing deeply as he retrieved it from the floor.
"Come in," he called.
The door opened to reveal a handsome man with broad shoulders, who flashed a warm smile as he entered. He closed the door behind him and took a seat across from Namjoon.
"Namjoon," the man began, his voice gentle yet concerned.
Namjoon looked up and hummed in acknowledgment, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Why do you spend so much time in here? We all miss you," the man said, his eyes reflecting the worry he felt.
Namjoon sighed again, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "No, Jin, I'm just too stressed about HIM," he replied, his voice heavy with frustration. He massaged his forehead with his fingertips, trying to ease the tension.
Jin sighed and nodded, but deep down, he missed HIM so much it ached.
"Now, what should we do? It's been years now," Jin said, biting his lower lip as he waited for a response.
Namjoon leaned back with a smirk. He put his hands behind his head, looking confident. "I found something," he said, raising his eyebrows playfully.
"WHAT..." Jin sputtered, a bit of saliva flying out in his excitement. Namjoon made a disgusted face, wiping his cheek and shaking his head at Jin's behavior.
"Ugh, Jin, really?" Namjoon grimaced.Jin quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Sorry, it's just... what did you find?" he asked, trying to regain his composure. He straightened up, his eyes wide with anticipation.
"I found a way to wake HIM from the spell," Namjoon said, smiling as he looked at Jin. Jin's eyes widened, and a slow smile spread across his face.
"How?" Jin asked, his voice filled with eagerness.
Namjoon sighed, turning his gaze to the window beside his chair. The moonlight streamed in, mansion a pale glow across his face.
"His soulmate," he uttered, his eyes drifting back to Jin, whose mouth hung open in shock.
"Soulmate?" Jin repeated, his voice barely a whisper.
"Are you certain? After all this time... a soulmate?" He stood up, pacing the room, his mind racing with the implications.
Namjoon leaned forward, his eyes intense. "I've been researching ancient texts, tracing every lead. It's the only way. The bond between soulmates is powerful enough to break the spell."
Jin stopped, turning to face Namjoon. "We need to find her."
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