Weeks had passed since Seokjin had been taken away, and Jung-eon's heart ached with longing for his father. He missed their bedtime stories, their playful wrestling matches, and the way his father always made him feel safe and loved.

Seokjin's parents, too, were heartbroken by their son's absence. They missed his infectious laughter, his warm hugs, and the way he always filled their home with joy.

Every day, Jung-eon would look out the window, hoping to see his father walking down the street. He would imagine his father's smile, his kind eyes, and the way he always knew how to make him feel better.

One night, Jung-eon lay in bed, unable to sleep. He thought about his father, about all the things he missed about him. He wondered if his father was thinking about him too.

Suddenly, Jung-eon heard a noise outside his window. He sat up in bed and looked out. There, in the moonlight, was his father!

Jung-eon's heart leaped with joy. He jumped out of bed and ran to the window. He opened it and called out to his father.

Seokjin looked up and saw his son. He couldn't believe his eyes! He ran towards the house and scooped Jung-eon into his arms.

Jung-eon wrapped his arms around his father's neck and buried his face in his shoulder. He was so happy to see him again.

Seokjin held his son tightly, his heart overflowing with love. He had missed him so much.

They stood there for a long moment, just holding each other. Then, Seokjin turned and walked into the house with Jung-eon in his arms.

Seokjin's parents were overjoyed to see their son. They hugged him and kissed him, their tears of joy streaming down their faces.

Jung-eon was finally home. And he knew that he would never let his father out of his sight again.

Jung-eon awoke with awake, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been dreaming of his father, of how happy they were together. But when he opened his eyes, he was all alone in his room.

Jung-eon's smile faded, and a wave of sadness washed over him. He missed his father so much. He missed his bedtime stories, their playful wrestling matches, and the way his father always made him feel safe and loved.

Jung-eon sat up in bed and hugged his knees, his tears welling up in his eyes. He wished that his father was here, that he could just hold him tight and never let him go.

But Jung-eon knew that couldn't happen. His father was gone. And Jung-eon had to find a way to live with that.

He wiped away his tears and took a deep breath. He knew that his father would want him to be strong. He would want him to be happy.

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The warm aroma of freshly cooked breakfast wafted through the air, filling Seokjin's cozy kitchen with an inviting scent. Jisoo, Seokjin's mother, hummed a cheerful tune as she moved around the kitchen, her hands deftly preparing a spread of delicious food for the people in the house

Jung-eon sat at the kitchen table, his gaze fixed on the plate of food before him. But his eyes were devoid of their usual sparkle, and his face was etched with a profound sadness that tugged at Jisoo's heartstrings.

"Jung-eon, my baby," Jisoo said gently, placing a soothing hand on her grandson's shoulder. "I know you're still missing your father, and it's perfectly okay to feel that way. But you've got to eat something, sweetheart. You're looking a little pale."

Jung-eon's gaze remained fixed on his plate, his lips pressed into a thin line. Jisoo sighed, her heart aching for her grandson's pain. She knew how much he missed his father, how desperately he longed for his return.

"Come on, Jung-eon," Jisoo coaxed, her voice laced with love and understanding. "Just take a bite. It'll make you feel better."

Hesitantly, Jung-eon picked up his fork and took a small bite of the food. The taste was bland and unappealing, but he forced himself to swallow, knowing that his grandmother was right. He needed to eat, to nourish his body and mind.

As he continued to eat, Jung-eon's thoughts drifted to his father. He remembered their playful games, their heartfelt conversations, and the warmth of his father's embrace. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away, determined not to let his sadness overwhelm him.

Jisoo watched her grandson with a heavy heart, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. She knew that Jung-eon's pain was deep, but she also saw a glimmer of strength in his eyes, a determination to overcome his sorrow.

"I know it's hard, Jung-eon," Jisoo said, her voice soft and comforting. "But your father wouldn't want you to be sad. He'd want you to be happy, to live your life to the fullest."

Jung-eon nodded, his eyes meeting his grandmother's. "I know, Grandma," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "I'll try."

Jisoo smiled, her heart swelling with pride. She knew that her grandson was strong, that he would find a way to heal and move forward.

Jung-eon sat silently at his school desk, his mind far away from the lessons being taught. He couldn't shake the image of his father, the way he had looked when he was taken away. His heart ached with longing, and he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever see his father again.

The teacher's voice droned on, but Jung-eon barely heard it. His mind was lost in a world of his own, where he was the hero of a story, searching for his father and rescuing him from the clutches of evil.

As he daydreamed, he heard one of his classmates talking about a new game he had been playing. It was a game about a boy who goes on a quest to find his parents, who have been kidnapped by a band of goons. The boy must fight his way through hordes of enemies, using his wit and courage to overcome every obstacle.

Jung-eon listened intently, his heart pounding with excitement. The game sounded like something he could really get into, a way to escape from his own reality for a while.

After school, Jung-eon rushed home, eager to try out the new game. He grabbed his favorite controller and settled into his chair, his eyes wide with anticipation.

As the game began, Jung-eon was immediately immersed in the world of the story. He felt a connection to the protagonist, a boy who was just like him, brave and determined to save his family.

Jung-eon fought his way through wave after wave of enemies, his heart pounding with adrenaline. He used his quick reflexes and strategic thinking to defeat his foes, his confidence growing with each victory.

As he progressed through the game, Jung-eon felt a surge of hope. He could almost see his father in the game's protagonist, a beacon of light guiding him through the darkness.

Finally, after hours of battling and adventuring, Jung-eon reached the final stage. He faced off against the evil mastermind, a formidable foe who was determined to keep Jung-eon's father captive.

The battle was fierce, but Jung-eon fought with all his might. He drew upon his courage, his determination, and his love for his father, and in the end, he emerged victorious.

The game ended with Jung-eon's father rescued, safe and sound. Jung-eon cheered, his heart filled with joy. He had overcome the odds, saved his father, and emerged as a hero.

As he turned off the game console, Jung-eon felt a sense of accomplishment. He had faced his fears, fought for what he believed in, and emerged victorious. He knew that he could apply the lessons he learned from the game to his own life, that he could find the strength to overcome any challenge that came his way.

"I'm gonna save you Appa."