-Jiyong’s POV-

Sitting in the couch, my head resting on her shoulder as her hand keep brushing my hair lightly. After an hour, I start to manage my breath, stop my sob

“Feel better?” she asks softly

“Uhm…” I nod lightly

“Wanna talk?” she tilts her head to me

“Wanna hear?” I ask her back weakly

“What do you thing? I’ve been here all day and hearing you cries, shout, curse, spat, rant…” she chuckles a bit.“Should I answer your stupid question?”

I smile. Damn! Her last question… that was mine

“Those rings, were Omma’s and Appa’s…” without I realize, I start to tell her my story. “Their wedding rings to be exact” I smile, reminiscing those old days. Her hands still playing with my hair

“Omma and Appa were like October and April” I chuckle a bit

“Heh? How come?” she asks me curiously

“My Appa is a secret agent. He was a very discipline and rational man…” I try hard to remembering my father, every detail of him. “He was rarely talked if it was not necessary” then I hear Chaerin Chuckles this time. “But he was a kind of man who loved his family so much” I start to feel insecure, start to remembering those bad memories. Chaerin feels it, as she tightening her arms around my shoulders

“And your Omma?” she asks softly. My smile growing wider, as I remember Omma…

“Omma was the April. She was a piano teacher”Omma’s face is now in my head. “She had petite body, only as tall as Appa’s neck. But she had such an overflowing energy. She was so energetic, warm, friendly, and trusted her heart more than her head…” I take a deep breath, trying to clear the lump in my throat. “She was so talkative, curious person… and very good on cooking” I smile and look at Chaerin

“Eeh…, that’s sound familiar…” she frowns and I just smile again

“I told you, rite? You’re so much like Omma…” I look at her eyes deeply, and she flustered again

“And I think, you inherit your Appa’s traits” she squints her eyes

“Not really…., I was more like Omma”

“But, you’re grumpy….” She protests. I’m about to answer but she cuts me soon. “Tell me more…”

I inhale some oxygen again

“Appa was a top agent, made him had to leaved us often. He was involved on many important missions” I paused, reach Chaerin’s hand and intertwine my fingers with hers. “It made him became ‘most wanted to kill’ agent, since he had arrested so many villains” I squeeze her palm, and she squeeze mine too

“One night, we were enjoying our time, cuddling and playing at home, when suddenly Appa felt something was wrong” my heart is getting heavy as I remember that night. My body is start to shaking now. But I can’t stop. I have to go on. Chaerin feels my fear and holds me, pulls my body to hers, so I can rest my head in her shoulder again

“Appa was right, there were three men in black suit and mask invaded our house that night” I paused again, gathering all the energy I have…

…………………….

“Jagi. Take Jiyong by the kitchen door. They must be blocked the back door already, go by the secret door behind the counter, remember?”

“But, what about you?”

“I’ll distract them. Save yourself and Jiyong”

“I won’t leave you”

“No! You have to leave! You and our children have to be save, ok”

“Appa…”

“Jiyong-ah…, go, take care of your Omma and your sister”

“But Appa…”

“Appa will go after you, now go”

“Yeobo…”

“Go!!”

………………………

I feel my breath becomes harder. The weight in my chest feels like becomes heavier. I try hard to breath. Chaerin, she brushes my hair gently, tries to soothing me.

“And we were run. Omma and I run to the kitchen, leaved Appa.” I pause as my tears flowing unstoppable. “And we heard Appa’s scream. Omma keep pushed me, but I already saw that…”More weight starts to crush my chest. “They killed Appa, slit his throat… and cut it”

My body shakes harder. I sob, burry my face on Chaerin’s shoulder. She doesn’t say anything. She just hugs me more, gives me extra energy, extra courage to face my nightmares.

After view minutes, I try to collect my courage again. Telling her the rest chronology 

“Omma was in her 8th months, so it was hard for her to enter the counter and opened the secret door” my tears start to fall. “So, she pushed me in, taught me how to open it. But then they came. I heard their footsteps. I was still shocked and afraid like hell. I tried hard to open the emergency door, but it was too heavy for me”.

I sob again as the pain is just to real now

“Omma heard it too, she knew, it was too late for us” my body becomes so cold, and my tears flows more and more. “She pushed me in, and told me…”

Flashback

“Jiyong-ah…, listen to Omma. Stay here, don’t make any movements or noises. Just stay here, no matter what happen. It will over soon. Understand?”

“But, Omma….”

“You’ll be fine, baby. Just be still until it’s over. They will leave soon, and police will come and save you. So, remember what Omma told you. Ok?” 

I don’t really understand what’s happening here. I look at Omma’s eyes, then I hear the footsteps getting closer

“Remember, Jiyong-ah. Omma loves you, Appa loves you… be safe…”

Omma’s tears falling. She kisses me and then closes the cabinet, locks it from outside. And then she walks away towards the kitchen door, leaning on it

“Omma…, don’t leave me… come back…, Omma….” I cry. From the hole on this counter, I can see Omma looks at my direction, smiling.

“Remember what Omma said, baby…”

And then they come, walk directly to Omma. I cry silently inside the counter, watching them

“Where is the kid?” one of them ask their friend

“He must be still around here, I’ll go after him” he says and push Omma from the door. Then he opens the door and run. And the other two, they pull the bloody blade from their suit. It was Appa’s blood

“Don’t touch my son. Do anything you want, but let my son alive” Omma begs them

“Don’t worry. He will alive…, until we find him” that man laughs.

“Don’t touch him” Omma still begging them, and they keep laughing. And the next thing I see…, they do the same thing to Omma. The same thing they did to Appa…

End of Flashback

I can’t hold it anymore… I cry loudly as my body feels so weak.

“Omma did it on purpose, so they thought that I escaped from that door and chased me” I say while keep crying. Chaerin tightening her embrace, rubbing my back gently

“They killed Omma, along with my unborn sister. Did the same thing as they did to Appa” I cry louder. “If only I could open the door faster…, maybe it wouldn’t happen….” I break down… the last barrier I have is destroyed now. I’m crying, groaning, release every pain in my cells.

“Ssshh…., it wasn’t your fault… stop blaming yourself. It wasn’t your fault at all…” Chaerin keeps soothing me by rubbing my back and hugs me tighter. I cry like a little kid in her shoulder, hugging her tightly. And we keep on that position, until my sob start to stopped

After I can breathe properly, I continu