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I hope you all liked my previous story plottings,🥰

and got me excited to present another sweet plot.🤗

In fact, I've said it before and I'm still saying it.😮

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Therefore😲,

I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience or grief caused by my neglectful, disrespectful behavior.😌😇

So here I come with another sweet oneshot ff from Taekook to make your dry face bloom like a flower.💕

So, without further ado let's get started😘....…

Genere: BL, Omegaverse, Affairs, Cheating, Secrets, Playful Drama, taekook.....

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❤️ MY DAdA's SECRET LOVER ❤️

~ Taekook One shot ff ~

Tøp-Tàè* B⁰tt⁰m-Kóók*

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1/Jeon Daehyun¹⁹'s POV:

«Present Time»

[ In the last three weeks, I haven’t needed to set a morning alarm for myself. The sound of the loud and hearty laughs coming from the senior citizens’ laughter club, having its early morning sessions in the park, have woken me up every single day, way before my usual time. In the beginning, it was kind of irritating, but now I’ve gotten used to it.]

[This morning too, I woke up to the sound of the laughter. I left my bed and

went straight to the balcony that faces the central park. My Dada knew my routine and had kept my coffee mug ready on the table. He, too, stood in the balcony while he sipped his tea, gazing at the people in the

park. Both of us watched as they flung their arms up and let out hearty laughs. A faint smile appeared on my Dada's lips, a change from his usual straight-faced demeanour.]

Daehyun: ‘Why don’t you join the club?’ I asked,

dropping an impulsive kiss on his forehead.

Jungkook: ‘Nah,’he replied quickly, as if he had already known what I was going to say.

Daehyun: ‘But why not?’ I pressed. ‘You are free and meeting new people will be good for you.’

he did not reply; instead, he continued to stare out into the park, at the group of people whose lives appeared to be so very different from his own.

[ Divorce at thirty-seven had broken my Dada completely. I could never wholly process the extent to which my father had damaged our family.]

«Flashback- in past»

[ My parents were college sweethearts. They had fought against all odds

to get married(Father²¹±Dada¹⁷). Things had been tough for them to start with, and my

father had struggled a lot in the beginning to set up a stable business.]

[ Through it all, my Dada was the one who had stood by him, rock solid in the face of adversities. He was the one who had infused strength in Father when he was at his lowest. Dada was as educated as he was, and having a naturally spectacular understanding of business, had guided

him well, both professionally and personally.]

2/ «ongoing flashback -in past »

[ Eighteen years later, my father told Dada that he had fallen for his secretary, a woman²⁰ half his age and nowhere close to my Dada in calibre. He⁴⁰ had left home and started living with the secretary. My Dada had taken the news silently, and with grace. Being a Øre who had an immense amount of self-respect, he was not one to beg my father to stay with us.]

Jungkook: ‘If he wants to stay with us, he will come on his own,’ he would tell me whenever I asked him about father and wanted him to call him back.

[ Seven months after first moving in with the secretary, my father had filed for a 'DIVORCE'. It was this blow that broke my Dada completely.]

[I still remember the day he received the divorce papers. I was having my breakfast before leaving for work. He was in the kitchen, packing lunch

for me, when the doorbell rang. He gestured to me to continue eating

and went to answer the door himself. It was a courier for him. He tore open the yellow, official-looking envelope carefully and pulled out the papers from inside. Before I could have asked him what they said, he

had collapsed to the ground.It turned out to be a minor heart attack and was followed by a long spell of depression. Every day, I watched my Dada falling deeper into the maze of his own unhappiness. I realized that I had to do something about it.And then, both his doctor and his therapist advised a change of place for us.]

Han: ‘Distancing yourself from the

source of the depression can work wonders,’ his therapist had said, and

his doctor had seconded the idea.

[ Maybe they were right. It was Dada who had turned our house in Daegu into a home. It was he who had put it together, piece by piece, for father and for me. He had invested all of his time, his energy, his entire life into making sure that this home

would stay a home forever. It was the place where both Dada and father had made their vows to each other, of an eternal togetherness, come what may. It was on the veranda of this house, that Dada had sat with Father during the long hours of the evening, dreaming about their retirement days, wondering about how then, they would have all the time in the world for each other.]

« flashback ends »

« Present time »

[ And now, it was all gone, vanished into thin air. My Dada's whole life had turned upside down in the blink of an

eye.I was a firm believer of the fact that when nothing was going right, one had to find the left turn.]

[ I had been working in the hospitality industry. I was part of the HR department, at a junior level, of the

Bighit of Hotels – a leading five-star hotel chain in the country.]

[Apart from my desk job, my work involved travelling often to the group hotels located in different cities across the country.]

3/ Our first meet with Hím**

[ This meant that it was possible for me to do the work I did in Daegu from a different city within the same company.So I spoke to my boss about a Gangnam State proposal I had turned down two months back. While the compensation had been higher and it was a good opportunity, back then I had turned it down in order to be able to stay with Dada in Daegu. But now, I had a different plan. Dada was reluctant at first. He didn’t want to be uprooted from the

place where he had spent all her life, and where he felt like he truly belonged. But I was adamant. I knew that this would be the right thing for him.]

[Within a month, we had moved from Daegu to Gangnam. I had rented an apartment in a gated society in north Gangnam. After that, we got busy setting up our home and settling down. The transition kept us busy, so much so that we didn’t feel father’s absence as acutely, not at least for the time being.

Three weeks into our move to Gangnam, I got back home on a late evening to find our front door wide open.]

[I stepped inside and saw a man sitting on the sofa. Just then, Dada came out of the kitchen with a tea tray in his hand. The man introduced himself as Mr Kim Taehyung³⁹ and said that he lived in one of the buildings in our society; he was also one of the SBC

members. I realized I had seen him a couple of times in our complex. Mr Kim Taehyung had come over to invite us to the society’s New Year party.]

Taehyung: ‘We have planned something special for you, since your family is the

newest member of the society. So, how many people should I add to the

guest list from your side? Three?’ he asked me as I sat down across from him.

[The smile that had been on Dada’s face all this while, vanished

instantly. I was irritated by the man’s presumptuousness and tried hard to maintain my cool.]

Daehyun: ‘No, just the two of us,’ I clarified in a curt voice and got up to go to my room.

Taehyung: ‘I am extremely sorry!’ Mr Kim Taehyung was immediately contrite.

Taehyung: ‘Please do come to the party, both of you,’ he said, looking at both of us

and smiling.

[Dada returned the gesture with a forced smile.

Back in my room, I was still a bit agitated, despite his apology. Why

must people make assumptions?

I was lying on the bed, when, a little while later, after Mr Kim Taehyung had left, Dada walked into my room.]

4/Join the Club**

Jungkook: ‘Should I make you some coffee?’he asked.

Daehyun: ‘No, I don’t feel like it. I ate an early dinner at the hotel. I am not even hungry,’ I replied and closed my eyes.

[Perhaps noticing that I was slightly anxious, Dada sat on the bed and began to gently stroke my head. I fell asleep in no time.

After what seemed to be like a short while, I was woken up by the

sound of laughter. Still half-asleep, the sound rung in my ears and I wondered what the laughter club was doing having their meeting in the middle of the night. I covered my head with a quilt that had appeared

magically sometime during the night. But when it didn’t come to my rescue, I threw it aside and headed to the balcony, only to realize that it

was dawn and I had slept deeply through the night. Dada was sitting in the balcony, looking out at the laughter club’s morning session.

The next second, I noticed Mr Kim Taehyung.]

[He was standing right at the centre of a circle that had been formed by the other members of the club.

With his arms thrown up, he let out a thunderous guffaw and everyone

else followed.

I looked at Dada. Judging by the look on his face, I could tell that

he was really enjoying watching these sessions. I wished he’d join the club. I wanted her to immerse himself into anything that could bring his happiness.]

Daehyun: ‘You should go Dada,’ I said, resting my hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook: ‘Oh, you’re up?’ he asked, noticing me. He reached out and ruffled my hair affectionately.

Daehyun: ‘Dada, you should join them,’ I repeated.

Jungkook: ‘What will I do there?’he asked.

Daehyun: ‘You’ll do whatever they are doing.’

[But he didn’t join the club.

For the next few days, he continued to merely watch their sessions from our balcony. Every time I would sit

with him, I’d insist that he attended the sessions.]

[Then, one morning when I woke up, I did not find him in the balcony;

he was not to be found anywhere else in the house too. The breakfast was ready on the table – hot idlis in the casserole and coffee in the flask.

Just as I poured my coffee in the mug, I heard the sound of laughter float in from outside. I went to the balcony and looked out into the park.

There stood my Dada, with the other members of the club. He had

on his brown joging pair and he had knotted his hair to a pony tail by back.

On his feet were the Nike shoes I’d gifted him a year ago; they were finally being put to use. He looked exactly the way he did in one of the photos from his college days, playing badminton.]

5/Dada's new friend**

[As I watched him, a tad nervous, I saw his smile and raise his arms

into the air, and then bring them down, holding them parallel to the

ground. My nervousness turned to joy and my eyes welled up. He

looked so happy.]

[After that day, the morning laughter club became part of my Dada’s daily routine. Every morning when I’d wake up, I would find my

breakfast waiting on the table and Dada in his morning session. And

there was such a change in him! He began to exude positivity, so much

so that it even began to affect me, staying with me for the rest of the day.]

[There was always a bright smile on his face and that made me forget all my own worries. After a long time, home began to feel like home

again. Dada had joined the laughter club’s chatting group. It made his

more knowledgeable than me about the society and its members. He

had all the information about not only the upcoming events in the

society but also about every small incident that happened in the

complex. He went to the temples and evening get-togethers organized by

the society club. As he gradually came to be completely engrossed in

his new life, it seemed like he was finally free from the memories of

his troubled past. In a way, this released me too, from constantly

worrying about him. Now I could live my own life.The purpose behind

me insisting that we move to a new place had finally been fulfilled and I felt a lot lighter. I was now able to give my hundred per cent to my work. I could also now go on my work trips with an easier mind, instead of being anxious about Dada. In fact, I even began sometimes to extend

my one-day trips to two, and travel to two cities instead of just one. On weekends, instead of rushing back home to be with Dada, I started hanging out with my new colleagues in Gangnam.]

[I began to spend less and

less time at home. I felt safe in my assumption that he was doing fine,

until the afternoon I fell sick and had to come home early.As I climbed

up the stairs, I heard the sound of laughter and voices from the TV,

clearly emanating from my home. I figured that Dada had invited his

club members over for tea. I rang the bell, and all of a sudden, the sound of laughter was replaced with an eerie silence. Unlike before, when he’d rush to the door when I returned, Dada took some time to open the door.Entering the house, I expected to be met by her entire group of friends from the club, but I saw only two people there – my Dada and Mr Kim Taehyung. There was something about the whole thing that made me feel somewhat awkward in my own home.]

6/ My awkwardness**

[I wondered if it was because I

was not accustomed to the presence of another man in the house.It was

clear that my presence was making them feel awkward too. They had

been laughing before, but from the moment I rang the bell and entered

the house, the whole vibe of the house had become strained and

uncomfortable.I said hello to Mr Kim Taehyung and went straight to my room.]

Dada came after me. He looked nervous. I could see the anxiety clearly on his face. "I can have friends! What’s the big deal? Why is he behaving this way?" –the look I said.I told him

Daehyun: "I had a headache and wanted to sleep." He found me an analgesic, handed it to me and then went back outside.

[Moments later, the silence outside told me that Mr Kim Taehyung had

left. At first, I thought of going outside and talking to him, but then I

decided to sleep on it instead. I ate my dinner in my room while

watching the news on TV.The next morning, I woke up earlier than

usual. As usual, my breakfast and coffee were on the table. Ignoring

both, I went straight to the balcony. I looked over at the park and saw

that the members of laughter club had formed a circle, holding each

other’s hands. I noticed that Dada was standing right next to Mr

Kim Taehyung; they were holding each other’s hands too. And then, I saw him look at Mr Kim and smile. He waved Dada's hand in the air and playfully gave him a flying kiss. Dada shook his head and laughed, dismissing his antics, and then looked the other way. The whole thing irked me. I felt

nauseous.I walked back to my room. A part of me was brimming with

anger, while another part was telling me to calm myself down. The thing is, when it concerns your Øwn Dada, you cannot calm down. I decided to have a bath. Standing under the cold shower would perhaps help. For the first time in my life, I had no idea how to deal with the situation I was in.]

[Who’d have known that persuading him to join the laughter club would

turn out to be such a big mistake? I got ready for office and left without eating breakfast. I didn’t carry the lunch box he had packed for me either. I was ashamed and angry, devastated actually. And I wanted him to know how I felt. I wanted to punish him.In the office, I could not concentrate on my work at all. All I could think about was the way Mr Taehyung had held my Dada’s hand. When I remembered the look on

his face, I swear that had I been there, I would have punched him. For the entire day, that scene from the morning session kept running in a loop in my mind. It troubled me. I knew that it would continue to trouble me until I found a release.That evening, I reached home in a daze. The front door was locked, and for the first time in my life, I was afraid to ring the bell of my own home. I was afraid that he would be there again.]

7/difficulty in talking**

[I forced my hand up to the bell but before I could ring it, the door swung open. I guessed that Dada had been standing by the door, and hearing my footsteps, he had opened it for me.

He gave a nervous, tremulous smile, or perhaps I was imagining

that. I realized that my brain wasn’t processing things well and that it would be stupid of me to have any conversation with him in that state.]

[Once again, I went straight to my room and locked the door behind

me. I could not bear the thought of saying anything to Dada that would

wipe that smile off his face, even if it was a fake smile. Why is it so difficult to talk about such things with your parents?

After a while, Dada knocked at my door and called me out for dinner.

I lied, saying that I had already eaten an early dinner at work, when the truth was that I hadn’t had a bite since the previous night. It’s not like I even felt like eating anything.

I took a shower and got into bed, but I couldn’t get to sleep. My mind kept racing.]

[First my father had an affair, and now my Dada was on the same path.

This realization was eating me from within, hollowing me out. I don’t

know for how long I stared at the ceiling fan, but my vision slowly

began to blur. I blinked and looked at my watch. It was 2 a.m. I knew

Dada would have fallen off to sleep long ago. I went out of my room to

see if I could find something to eat.]

[The light in the balcony was on, which was strange. Dada never

forgot to switch off the lights. I went to the balcony to turn it off and saw

Dada there. He was speaking to someone on the phone. I was taken

aback, for two reasons. One, my Dada never stays up past eleven. And two, that he was actually on a call at this time of night.

I went and stood in front of him. He looked up, surprised to see me

there.]

Daehyun: ‘Why are you still awake?’ I asked, not bothering to lower my voice.

[He signalled to me to speak softly, but I didn’t pay him any heed. I wanted to shout on the top of my voice. I restrained myself and asked him the same question again. Without replying to me, he stood up,

turned off the balcony light and went into his room.

I went after him, but he had bolted the door.

Now, I was not only angry with him but also felt rejected. The only

person in my life had shut his door on me. I felt numb with shock and

despair.

After a few minutes, though, Dada opened his door.]

8/suspicion on Dada**

I was still there, and when I saw him, I repeated my question.

Daehyun: ‘Who were you talking to?’ I shouted.

Jungkook: ‘What is wrong with you? What kind of a way is that to ask me anything?’he said.

Daehyun: ‘The way you shut the door on me was no way to behave either. Just answer the question, Dada. I am not in the mood for riddles. Please answer my question.’

Jungkook: ‘I was talking to Mrs Nancy,’he replied.

Daehyun: ‘I don’t believe you. What was so urgent that you had to talk to her at two in the night?’ I was still screaming at him. I was burning; it felt like

my body was on fire.

[Dada didn’t say anything. He unlocked his phone, opened the call

log and banged the device on the table, right in front of me. Without any

apprehension, I looked at the last call. It was an incoming one from Mrs Nancy at 01:43 a.m. Back in Daegu, Mrs Nancy used to be our neighbour and

Dada’s good friend. It turned out that her family was moving to the US and she had wanted to give Dada a call before she left.]

[I felt like I was drowning in shame. Without uttering another word,

Dada went to the kitchen and I returned to my room. I didn’t even have the courage to face him, let alone apologize to him.

The next morning, I went to office earlier than usual. There was a lot

of pending work that needed to be finished before lunch. By evening, I was exhausted. When I reached home, the door was already open. Dada

was sitting on the couch, watching something on TV. I went and sat near him on the floor. He didn’t move. I buried my head in his lap and wept.

Worried, he held me in his arms and called my name as he patted

my back, running his hand over my cheeks and wiping off my tears.

Once I was calmer, he kissed my forehead and it made me feel like

everything was all right, that perhaps I was the one overthinking

everything.]

[Days passed. I had almost forgotten about this episode when one day,

I went to office forgetting my pen drive at home. I went home after

lunch to collect it, as there was a presentation saved on it that I had to make the next day and there were some final touches left to be made on it. When I reached the complex, I saw a group of young boys from the

society loitering outside my building. As I passed them, I observed that

they were looking at someone. I also overheard them making some lurid remarks about the person in question and giggling.]

9/not likable, disgusted**

[When,out of curiosity, I turned to see what they were talking about, my heart stopped.

I saw my Dada and Mr Kim Taehyung entering our colony through the second

gate; they were, each carrying a grocery bag.]

[Clearly, the boys weren’t aware that I was related to the Øre they were laughing at. We hadn’t been living in the society long enough. I saw red. I wanted to break their jaws. Instead, I ran towards Dada.

Mr Kim Taehyung was trying to take Dada’s grocery bag from his hands,

but he was resisting. He was persistent and eventually managed to convince him to release his grip on the bag. Just then, I reached them and snatched the grocery bag from Mr Kim Taehyung's hand. Then I held Dada’s hand and pulled him away, walking rapidly towards our building.

Dada had been rendered silent, shocked by my behaviour. I heard Mr

Kim Taehyung's call not my name but Dada's.]

I turned around.

Daehyun: ‘Don’t! And don’t you ever come near my Dada. Ever again!’ I said aloud,

[Dada tried to calm me down, but I didn’t hear him. Pulling him along, right in the middle of our society, I got him to the elevator of our building. In the elevator, I made him swear on me that he wouldn’t meet this man ever again.]

Daehyun: ‘Promise me, Dada,’ I said, over and over again.

Jungkook: ‘What? But why? What has happened to you?’she asked, bewildered.

Daehyun: ‘I don’t know, I don’t like him. That’s it.’

Jungkook: ‘But why don’t you like Mr Kim Taehyung?’he asked, confused.

Daehyun: ‘Stop uttering his name, Dada!’ I screamed back. My Dada was

stunned.

Daehyun: ‘I don’t know the reason but I don’t like him. I just don’t like him. And

that’s it,’ I added, coldly.

[In my heart, I knew that I didn’t want to lose another parent to somebody else. But I couldn’t say that to Dada. He was Shocked at the way I had reacted, he did as I said, but his tears proved to me that he was indeed having an affair with Mr Kim Taehyung. I could see it in his eyes. It was absolutely clear. There was no need to

clarify anything. The fact that he didn’t even attempt to defend himself, proved that I had been right about them from the beginning.]

[I was disgusted. How could Dada do this with such ease? Had he always been this shallow? Or was he foolish enough to think that they were really in love? Well, whatever it was, it was totally unacceptable to me.]

[For days after this, my Dada and I didn’t speak to each other. I did notice that he wasn’t eating properly, but my ego wouldn’t allow me to show him any concern. I was deeply hurt, still very angry. He should

have thought about me, but instead he had thought about himself.

I knew that both of us were going to take time to heal.]

10/ damaged bond**

[Meanwhile, I had begun to wonder if, perhaps, moving to Gangnam had not done more harm than good. At least, in Daegu, the bond between Dada and me was

strong.]

[Almost a month passed. Dada had grown thinner and begun to look pale again. He wasn’t eating well. He had long stopped going to the morning sessions of the laughter club. He didn’t even go out to the

balcony to watch the sessions. In one of our monosyllabic conversations,

I found out that he had also exited the laughter club’s chatting group.

It pained me to see him unhappy; but what pained me even more is that I did not know how to fix things. I knew that things between us had been severely damaged.

Meanwhile, the workload in office was increasing; I had more

responsibilities than I had had before. I was now travelling every week,

flying out every Thursday and returning home on Friday evenings.

During one such business trip to Seoul, my Dada called me while I

was in a meeting. I disconnected the call. Minutes later, there was

another call from an unknown number. I disconnected that too and put my phone on silent mode. Meanwhile, Dada left me a text. I ignored it,

deciding to read it later. As the day progressed, I got even more occupied with work and consequently, it completed slipped my mind. It was not until later that night, when I was in bed in my hotel room, that it came to

me that I had not read his text.

Although the message had come from my Dada’s phone, it wasn’t he who had sent it.]

"Jungkook collapsed. He is admitted in GN Hospital. Come back asap." –

Kim Taehyung , it read.

[I jumped out of my bed. It was 11:30 at night. I immediately called on Dada’s number, but no one picked up. Panic-stricken, I trembled, and

my mind was filled with horrible thoughts. I didn’t know what to do. I started walking up and down the length of the room, tried his number again, but in vain. Then I checked online for the next available flight to Gangnam. It was at 7:30 a.m. I was about to book it when my phone rang. It was an unknown number.

I immediately recognized the voice on the other end. It was Mr Kim Taehyung's.]

11/ashamed, misunderstanding**

[Dada had been admitted in the ICU. He was at the hospital. He told

me how he had collapsed in the balcony and how, when the top-floor

kids discovered him on the floor, they had had raised an alarm. They had to break into the flat to take him to the hospital.]

Daehyun: ‘How is she doing now?’ I asked.

Taehyung: ‘he .... uh … he is a bit critical. That’s what the doctors said,’ he said.

Daehyun: ‘Can I talk to her? Is she conscious?’ I asked, and realized that I was

crying. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Taehyung: ‘Phones aren’t allowed in the ICU, and she is not completely

conscious,’ Mr Kim Taehyung said, and then, in a kinder voice, added, ‘But try not to worry. I will make you talk to him as soon as I can.’

I told Mr Kim Taehyung that I was taking the first flight back home and

would come straight to the hospital from the airport.

[I could not say anything more. I didn’t know what to say. He told me that he was going to spend the night at the hospital and that I could reach him anytime I wanted to. That he was there and Dada was not alone, was the only piece of comfort I could hold on to until I reached Gangnam.

I could not stop my tears even after landing in Gangnam, or while climbing the hospital staircase to reach the ward where Dada was admitted. I ran straight into Mr Kim Taehyung.]

Taehyung: ‘he is out of danger’ were his first few words. He said them even before I could reach him. He had seen me running towards him. I was crying.

Daehyun: ‘Are you sure?’ I asked earnestly. I had to be sure.

[He smiled and nodded. I broke down, weeping inconsolably, and he

enveloped me in a hug as he patted my back.

In that moment, I thought of all the ill will I had borne this man and

felt ashamed of myself. He had been there for Dada when I couldn’t. He

had stayed with him the entire night at the hospital. He had called the ambulance and got him to the hospital in the first place. Had he not been there, I could not even bear to think of what might have happened.

Breaking our hug, I faced him with folded hands and asked him to

forgive me.]

Daehyun: ‘I am so sorry. I misunderstood you. I thought you were just…’ I began, my voice thick with tears.

Taehyung: ‘Shhhhh…’ He stopped me from completing my sentence and placed his hand on my back.

Taehyung: ‘Let’s go meet your Dada first,’ he said.

[I wiped off my tears as we walked to his room.]

12/cute widower**

[Dada was in bed. His IV fluid drip was on. As soon as he looked at me, he gave me a faint smile. I went straight to him and held his arms.]

Daehyun: ‘How do you feel?’ I asked.

[He could barely speak. He briefly closed his eyes and nodded with

a tiny smile. That was more than enough for me. I squeezed his wrist to ensure him that it was all fine now, that I was there for him now.

His eyes moved from me to Mr Kim Taehyung. He smiled back at Dada.

A day later, Dada was discharged. Two days after he was brought

home, I realized Mr Kim Taehyung had not paid him a visit. I recalled how I had shouted at him asking him to stay away from our home. And on top of that, I had made Dada swear that he’d never meet him again. I felt

sick with guilt. I decided to pay him a visit.]

[ When I rang the bell to his house and he opened the door, I noticed

that he’d been in the middle of cooking his food. A month back, when Dada had first told me about him, he had mentioned that he was a widower. It had never crossed my mind that he would be doing all the

housework himself.]

Taehyung: ‘Oh hi! How's your Dada now?’ he asked as soon as he opened the door and saw me there.

Daehyun: ‘Hello Mr Kim Taehyung. Well, he is doing better than he was the last time you saw him,’ I said.

Taehyung: ‘Oh really? That’s a wonderful news.’ He gave me a big boxy smile.

Daehyun: ‘It is, but I think you should verify that yourself.’

Taehyung: ‘What? What do you mean?’ he asked.

Daehyun: ‘I mean, you should see your friend yourself and ask him about his health. No?’At first, he looked confused, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

Taehyung: ‘Oh yes.’ He waited for me to say the next words.

Daehyun: ‘Let’s go,’ I said smilingly.

[He was immediately ready. He walked fast; he was wearing his sandals. I found it cute. We left his flat together, and chatted all the way back to my building.A little while later, Mr Kim Taehyung was sitting by my Dada’s bed. I left them to talk to each other and came to the kitchen to make some tea for all of us. While I kept waiting for the tea to come to a boil, several thoughts passed through my mind.

One of them was that I had been so very wrong to compare my father’s affair with his secretary to my Dada’s relationship with Mr Kim Taehyung. My father had cheated on my Dada while he had been married to him. Dada and Mr Kim Taehyung, on the other hand, hadn’t cheated on anyone. It was their solitude that had brought them together.The next time I went to Dada’s room, I saw that the two were laughing, sharing an old joke from the laughter club.]

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[It had been a while since I had seen Dada laugh like that.

It had been a long time since I had felt a sense of joy that came with just seeing him happy.]

Taehyung: ‘How’s your job going? And what exactly is your role

there?’ Mr Kim Taehyung asked me.

[I realized that this was the first time I had given Mr Kim enough time to speak to me and get to know me

better. Earlier, I had either ignored him or demanded that he stayed away from my Dada. He had only heard things about me from Dada. While

we were sipping tea, another thought passed through my mind and I didn’t think twice before saying it out loud.]

Daehyun: ‘Get married,’ I said abruptly, startling the two of them.

They looked shell-shocked as they first looked at each other and then

back at me.

Jungkook: ‘What are you saying?’ Dada asked me not believing my words.

My eyes welled up. I nodded and repeated,

Daehyun: ‘You two should get married.’

I could see empathy in Mr Kim Taehyung's eyes. He looked at Dada and smiled.

Taehyung: ‘What made you say this, son?’ he asked, and I knew that he

genuinely wanted to know the reason.

Daehyun: ‘You make Dada so happy. The way you took care of him in my

absence, it shows how much you love him. You are lonely and live by

yourself. You two are perfect for each other,’ I replied.

Mr Kim Taehyung and Dada looked at each other and exchanged warm

smiles. He chuckled and then looked back at me.

Taehyung: ‘Son, I am not looking to get married again in my life. And as much as I know your Dada, neither is he,’ he said as he shifted his gaze to Dada, who slowly nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Taehyung: ‘Not that marrying the second time is not a good idea. It is. However,

that’s not what we want here. I am alone, but I’m not lonely. I have made some really good friends in this society. Your Dada is one of them. And a special one, if I may say so. We share so many things from our lives with each other and honestly, I like that a lot. You see, loving someone may not necessarily be followed by giving that relationship a name. One doesn’t always mean the other. Your Dada and I do not need new

spouses; both of us need a companion, a friend with whom we can share what’s in our hearts and minds.’

Jungkook: ‘And we have found that in each other,’ Dada said,

interrupting Mr Kim Taehyung. He extended his hand towards him and he held it with a warm smile.

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Taehyung: ‘Your Dada is an extraordinary Øre. I cherish his company more than anyone else’s. I am glad that you, his son, want him to get married again. We need more youngsters like you in this society, who are sensitive towards the needs of single folks like us at our age. However,

your Dada has just started to enjoy his independence. I want him to

experience it instead of being bound by another social norm. Let us be ourselves. We have a limited time on this planet, anyway,’ he said, squeezing his hand.

Mr Kim Taehyung got up from his chair to leave. He put his hand on my head and said,

Taehyung: ‘God bless you son.’

[I stood up and gave him a tight hug.

Just before he walked out of the door, he turned around and looked at Dada.]

Taehyung: ‘You have thirty-six hours to get well Jungkook, because after that I am coming to pick you for the morning laughter club,’ he said.

And on that note, the three of us burst out laughing.

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