🌹𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕🌹

"Dad!! Keep your eyes open!!! Please! For me!!"

I shouted as the doctors along with Hoseok dragged the stretcher bed with my dad covered in blood on it. He's bleeding, his white shirt is all dripped in blood. The white cloth clamped on the side of his head has turned all red with the excessive drained fluid.

My fear had turned real. It felt like everything had turned upside down in seconds.

My universe, my safe place, my dad is almost laying limp with no movements. My eyes burned with constant crying. I'm even struggling to breathe, my anxiety kicking in.

The moment I ran to Hoseok and cried that I think dad's not safe, he gathered more than fifty men in seconds and sent them to all the places where dad was supposed to go today saying that if something had happened he don't want anyone to get rid of the evidence in the meantime. He then got dad's location after tapping few buttons on his ipad and asked me to wait in the college till he goes and inspect the matter himself but I refused to let him leave alone.

He's my dad and more than anyone, I need to know about his safety.

From the moment I heard sirens in the distance to the dreadful look of my dad almost laying lifeless on the stretcher. From the moment I saw something red and wet covering his body to realizing that it's something I dread the most, I've been in utter shock.

Blood.

Blood is associated with pain and I'm scared just with the word itself. It's something I can't bear, it's something that tarnish the tranquility in one's life and today, my dad's life is in it's clutches. It can take away his serenity and it will break me to pieces.

"Y/N, you need to wait outside!"

Taehyung's voice brought me back to reality. He's wearing his white coat and a rectangular name tag that says, 'Neurosurgeon Mr. Kim Taehyung.'

Unlike other times, he isn't looking calm and composed. His eyebrows are furrowed and the fine lines on his forehead are popping which means he's tensed, which means he's also worried.

Taehyung rarely shows emotions and if he's looking like he's on the verge of crying, it means, this is serious. It could even mean that we can lose dad forever. No, I can't let that happen. I will be all shattered without dad.

"Tae, no please! Dad needs me. I cannot leave him alone ! You know, Dad always want me beside him!!"

I cried as Taehyung forcefully pulled me away from dad. Cupping my cheeks, he made me look into his eyes,

"Y/N, do you trust me?"

"Tae! I can't lea....."

"Tell me Y/N! Do you trust me?"

I nodded through hiccups.

"Then wait outside! Okay? I promise you. Dad will be fine."

He caressed my cheek one last time before running after the doctors and then closing the door of operation theatre in front of me.

"Dad..."

I clutched the front my dress as hot tears continued coming out of my eyes. The heaviness of the reality forced my body to fall and I hit the floor with my knees. I still can't believe what happened. My strong man, my dad, my superhero who had never thought about anything except my happiness is fighting for his existence today.

Who will come in my room in the middle of the night just to check that I didn't fall sleep on my desk while studying? Who will say yes to my every stupid demands? Who will say 'fuck off' to the world just to make me smile?

He's not just my dad, he's my power, my strength, my everything.

The man who had raised me single handedly, the man who had never let me feel the emptiness of my mom in my life is on the verge of death today. He could die today. Just the mere thought of loosing him shatters me to the core.

My eyes turned blurry as the fresh tears formed in the back of my eyes. Before I could finish wiping them away, two shiny black boots came in my view as they stood right in front of me.

His soapy, manly scent invaded my privacy even before he could himself. I felt everything around me going still for a second. I looked up slowly and saw his already dark eyes staring down at me with his hands firmly tucked inside his pockets.

This position feels so submissive and exactly like that terrifying night, the night of my eighteenth birthday that left a permanent mark on my soul and body.

He's still in the same black tux suit which he was wearing when I saw him at the college but there's something different in his gaze. Its no longer just filled with disgust and hatred but with anger too.

I don't know what he's angry on? On me? Or on the situation that my dad is in?

I got up from the floor and wiped my tears away with the back of my hand while looking straight into his eyes, hoping to see a spark of emotion that any sane human would show after seeing someone bawling in front of them.

But no, nothing. I think he's just insane. Because no sane person could ignore someone crying like this.

His eyes travelled to my neck, and then to my face again and it felt like a fire just erupted in his body because he finally broke the silent treatment and spoke to me after three fucking years.

"Who did this?"

Those were the only words he said. Those were the only questions he asked after seeing me literally choking on my own tears?

"I...I was in the c-college when I received the c-call from d-dad an..."

"No! Not that. On your neck," he motioned towards my neck with his eyebrows, his hands still tucked inside his pockets as if he's forcing himself to not touch me. Because I know, the moment he'll lay his hands on me, it will be the death of me.

I touched my neck with the tip of my fingers and winced. Shit. He's referring to the marks I've gotten from that bully fight me and Jimin had in college.

I think, he seriously is insane because that is not what I'm crying for right now. I'm crying for the survival of my dad.

And he's just staring at my face. I cried more when he didn't reply. My body shake as I speak through hiccups, "Jungkook..., dad, he's in there..." I said while pointing my finger towards the room where my brother and some doctors took dad.

"He... he was not speaking... there was so much... so much blood on his body. Blood means pain, and you know, I hate pain. You know, I can't bear it. Pain is... sick. Pain is... bad. I can't see dad like that. Please tell me, he'll be fine. Please say you'll protect dad just like you did all other times!"

His body turned rigid under my words, his chest become harder as if he refuse to let me feel the soft side of him or maybe he doesn't have any.

My breathing turned more harsh when the reality seeps back. I shouldn't be talking to him. I shouldn't be finding peace from the man who's soul is more darker than the night. Who's more dreadful than the fire itself. I shouldn't even be near him in the first place. I should have ignored him like he had always did me.

Before he could say anything, a huge commotion is heard throughout the hallway. Other than the soft murmurs of the people, it was silent but not anymore.

"Wait! What are you saying? Miss President is here?" A nurse nearly screamed behind my back.

No. This can't be real. Mom can't be here. She's the current president of this country and the person whom dad is competing against in the elections.

My life has been a riddle to my own-self. Maybe I'm the only child who don't remember a single memory she had with her mother as a child. Not even her, I have no memories of my childhood. I remember, I was only eight years old when mom and dad separated. I remember that day so clearly in my mind that I could write a whole book on that but I have no memories of how and why it happened.

Taehyung has always been closest to mom, maybe because he had spent his entire childhood with both mom and dad. I'm different in that aspect. My dad is my mom and my whole world too.

I slowly slide my head towards the long noisy corridor. If mom is here, then it could only mean one thing. She's here to claim her spot, and for her, that spot is me. The spot she could never get while dad is alive.

Is she behind the accident? I mean I wouldn't be shocked.

She tried everything she could to get mine and Taehyung's custody when the divorce era was going on in our family but dad won the case at the end and I'm glad that I was able to live with dad, away from my mom.

There's a dreadful stinginess that crawls in my veins whenever I see her. My head hurts and my blood boils in a terrifying mess. I don't know what happened between us in past, but I have hated her the moment she exposed my medical conditions to the world just to take my custody away from dad. I remember dad yelling at her after the court session ended for using my flaws to win the case and she laughed like a maniac.

She's the worst definition of a mother to me.

Taehyung loves her, and dad have never stopped him from visiting her. I hate to admit but dad is more protective of me than Taehyung. Maybe because for him, I'm still his little girl who can't pack her own tiffin or wear her socks properly.

Before I could tell myself that I need to take deep breaths and control my anxiety in mom's presence, she's already standing few inches away from me. She's taller than me, more confident even with her bodyguards surrounding her.

She smiles at me with her red glossed lips. There's a paper in her hands that she confidently unfolds and opened it in front of my eyes.

"You're coming with me, Kim Y/N"

No I'm not.

I knew the very moment she walked into the hospital, that she's here to claim her spot and for her it has always been me.

I looked at the paper that says 'Under federal law and enforcement, the custody of Kim Y/N, a patient with mental illness and uncontrollable activity is granted to her legal guardian i.e., her/his legal father. If by any circumstances, this rule needs to be disregarded, the custody of patient Kim Y/N would be certainly or without delay will be handed to her/his legal mother, legal spouse or legal grandparents for the safety of general public and is required by the law of Korea."

My eyes turned blurry as I continued to look at the paper. Just because I don't remember my past doesn't mean I'm mentally ill. Dad had always told me that I'm completely normal and I don't need to remember my past. Not that I have any history of hurting someone, but mom was still able to prove in the court thirteen years ago that I cannot be left unattended for longer period of times without a guardian.

I was not worried before, but I'm worried now, because my dad is not here to protect me. The only way to win mom is in a legal way, and only dad was the one who was able to match her IQ in such matters. She's the current president of this country after all.

"I believe you won't want to create a scene here, Y/N. Isn't the voting beginning in two days?" She smiled in a notorious manner at me which I hate.

I ain't no going anywhere with her.

"Tae..." I whispered. Taehyung is the only man after dad I can trust completely. I know he'll protect me. No matter how much he loves mom, he is also protective of me and my happiness. Just like dad, he can also turn the world upside down for me.

I took a step back and my back touch the solid, wall like structure and just then I realized it's Jungkook's chest. He's right behind me. He was here all along.

Oh god, how much worse could it be? My teeth clatter together, and my fingers turn cold all of a sudden. His slight touch makes my body shiver with fear.

Mom's smile widens, "See... You're sick, y/n. You know, we can't leave you alone without a guardian. Until your dad wakes up, you'll have to come with me."

I shook my head vigorously. I can't go with her. I don't want to go with her. She is the one who makes me sick. I may not know why, but at-least I can feel it. She makes me feel horrible when she's breathing the same air as mine.

I tear my gaze away from her, and looked down at the white marble floor while fisting my hands. My nails almost digging in my palms and I'm sure it will draw some blood out soon. This is wrong. I'm getting hyper again and if I don't calm down right now, I might get a panic attack.

I inhaled deeply, trying my best to stay calm. I closed my eyes and thought about the best memories I have with dad.

About all the rollercoaster rides, about all the food that dad burnt trying to cook for me, about all the times he would cuddle me to sleep.

About me getting a little knee bruise and him running like crazy in the hospital and then getting mad at the doctor because he said "this is a small bruise, it doesn't need emergency treating."

My breathing quickened and before I could realize what's happening around me, mom grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her but I'm not able to move. Something more stronger and bolder is holding my other wrist.

"Where the hell do you think you're taking my wife?"

A/N: Sorry for the wait dear readers. I've been doing two jobs lately so I wasn't able to write. The good news is I'm leaving the other job this week so I'll have more time for my pretty readers and I will try my very best to write more. Please vote if you're enjoying the story, I'll be grateful :)