Jiyeon's father's POV

I saw the house on fire.

I smiled and ran away.

Have fun with life, Jiyeon.

Flashback 

"APPA!" 

"My kids!" I smiled happily.

They both gave me tight bearhugs.

"I love you, Park Jiyeon." 

I gave her a kiss on both sides of her cheeks.

She giggled.

"I love you too." 

"I love you Park Chanyeol."

"I love you too Daddy."

I was going to kiss him on his cheeks but he turned away and rejected it.

"Daddy, we need to do it like a man, I'm not Jiyeon."

I nodded in agreement as we gave each other a bro hug.

I kissed my lovely wife for being here with me.

I don't know what I would do without her.

"I love you for making such adorable children."

"Just that?" She asked.

"No, I love you for everything."

She smiled.

"Your prettier than Kim Tae-Hee."

She giggled.

"Your more handsome than Won-Bin."

"I know." I stuck out my toungue as she chased me around.

"Go get him mommy!" Jiyeon yelled.

"You can do it Daddy! Like a man!" Chanyeol yelled.

"No Mommy!"

"No Daddy!"

"Hahaha no fighting kids."

"I got you!"

"Mommy won!" Jiyeon stuck out her toungue.

Then Chanyeol started to cry.

End of flashback

This is when they were 4.

Flashback 2

"Oppa! Where are you?"

"Chanyeol oppa!" Jiyeon kept shouting.

He was no where to be seen.

"Jiyeon-ah, where is your brother?"

Then Jiyeon started to cry.

"Mom i think it's my fault. I shouldn't have done that to him.

I said that Chanyeol slept with another girl in school."

"It's okay." Jiyeon's mom hugged her.

"What do I tell dad?"

"I'll tell him."

I was hiding behind the door, listening to everything they said.

End of flashback

She never told me because she knew I was going to punish Jiyeon.

I understood.

This was age 16.

I though I loved Jiyeon but not until my wife died.

 I saw Jiyeon as a devil after that.

My mind told me to kill her.

My heart told me not to but I listened to my mind.

Plus, Jiyeon made my only son escape home.

I had a reason to light the fire in the house.

It was reasonable.

I was in front of my childhood friend's house.

"Yo Lee Jae-Hwi!" I knocked on his door.

Then the door opened. 

"YAH Park Han-Jin!!! I haven't seen you in 14 years! Come in. I heard about your loss and I'm sorry." He said.

"It's fine, thanks for concerning."

"Jiyeon is alive and well right?"

"Not well but she is alive." I chuckled.

"She must be heartbroken..."

"You think so?"

"Han Jin, Jiyeon loved your wife! They were unseperateable."

"Jiyeon killed my wife."

"She didn't, your wife scarificed herself because she thought that her daughter has the right to live."

"IF JIYEON WAS LOOKING AT BOTH SIDES BEFORE SHE CROSSED THE STREET,"

"NO, HAN JIN! SHE DIED ON THE DAMN SIDEWALK!" Jae Hwi cut me off.

"I DON'T ING CARE!"

"YAH PARK HAN JIN."

"I don't ing care." I ended up crying.

"Do you still love your wife."

"Yes, I do Jae-Hwi."

"How about your daughter, Park Jiyeon."

"I'm sorry Jae-Hwi, but I hate her, I don't love her at all."

Answer me again.

"Do you love her?"

"No."

"Think again."

"I really don't love her."

"Okay, but think again, you might change your mind."

"I won't change my mind. She is still the daughter that killed my family."

"Are you sure it wasn't you who killed your family?"

"It's my ing daughter who killed my family."

"My ing daughter, she killed my family."