6 years later
"JI-HUN!" I shouted, "stop taking your sister's dolls!"

"Omma!" The little girl who's now crying in my embrace whined and stared at me with her puffy eyes.

"Brother is naughty, I'm gonna go talk to him later okay? Don't cry now baby," I comforted. I raised her up in the air and back down. She giggled, finally.

I went upstairs after I held her tiny hands. I opened the door and a room with green walls came into our sight. I put her on the bed.

"Ji-yun is a good girl right?"

"Of course!" she answered with her high-pitched voice.

"Then now, can you take a nap please?" I sat on her bed.

"Why omma? If you want to take a nap, take a nap by yourself, don't tell me to do that," she complained and crossed her arms.

What kind of kid did I give birth to...

I scoffed quietly so she wouldn't hear it, "I want to sleep as well."

"What did you say omma?"

"Nothing. Ji-yun-ah, taking a nap is very important if you wanna be a princess! If you don't take a nap, you can't be a princess and you'll get ugly, like..."

"Like omma?"

My mind went blank.

Did my daughter just call me ugly?

"Just kidding omma. I love you!" She giggled and gave me a small hug. I laughed and hugged her back.

"Okay, have a good nap, princess," I said and covered her body with the duvet.

I left the room and sighed.

Jimin, I miss you.

Jimin always got into my head lately, even into my dreams. I saw him cuddling with me again. It's 6 years already after he passed away. I decided to continue my life after I did the pregnancy test. A year later, I gave birth to two little angels, Park Ji-hun and Park Ji-yun. They're twins though, really rare as they're fraternal twins in different genders. Park Ji-hun was a smart boy, just like Jimin. He's the tallest in his class. Sometimes I felt like he's a copied version of Jimin. He got those puffy eyes and a small nose. He had plump red lips too. But he wasn't that strong and brave like his appa yet.

For Park Ji-yun, she's just like me, cried all the time and damn whiny. Sometimes I wondered, if the reason why she's behaving like this was because of my genes, how come Jimin didn't divorce with me, even me myself got annoyed. But she was braver than Ji-hun. She's always the first one in class to offer help, and the first one to give others a big hug when they're sad, according to what the teacher told me. She's confident in herself, that's why she always called herself a princess.

Looking at them reminded me of Jimin. I always felt like he's beside me and protecting me through these two angels. The boys always came over to help me as it's almost impossible to take care of two babies by myself without any help.

I took a deep breath before I went downstairs, back to my war field.

"Ji-hun?"

I went to the living room. He was sitting on the couch watching the television.

"Ji-hun, it's nap time. Can you please turn it off?" I calmly asked and sat beside him.

But he ignored me.

I took the remote control and quickly turned it off.

"Yah!"

I turned my head back to him. "Ji-hun! How can you shout at omma like that! Where did you learn that from?"

Did he learn that from the boys? They always yelled at each other in front of my kids.

He pouted.

Sometimes you would just feel so helpless looking at your kid.

Before I gave him a flood of teachings, he whispered angrily, "you'll regret that."

I widened my eyes. "What..what did you just say?"

"Nothing omma. Sorry for yelling at you earlier."

I patted his head, "good boy. But..tell omma, where did you hear that from, the 'yah' and the other one."

He took a quick glance at me and ran away but I pulled him back.

I glared at him and asked suspiciously, "did you use my phone?"

"N..no omma." He bit his lips.

"Well, well, well, Ji-hun only bits his lips when he's lying, doesn't he?" I smirked.

"Ugh, fine omma. Yes I did, sorry," he mumbled and stood in front of me.

"Ji-hun, can you promise omma don't do that anymore?"

He nodded.

"But again where did you learn those things from?"

Only Jimin said those before, so how came?

"I was planning to play cooking mama on your phone that day, but..but my finger just pressed onto the camera roll by accident," he continued explaining, "so I..I saw some, no, actually there're a lot of photos and videos of an oppa and you omma. I saw a video of you and him running around and it seemed so fun! I'm just so curious so I played the videos. The oppa is really handsome omma! Is he your friend? I learnt those from that handsome oppa. I think he's so cool to yell at you like that, 'yah! You'll regret that!'" He ended up imitating Jimin's threatening voice.

I chuckled and looked down onto the floor.

I miss Jimin.

Hot wet tears formed in my eyes and was on the edge of dropping. Those happy moments were stuck in my mind like tattoos. I wasn't over his death yet, even after 6 years.

"Omma? What's wrong?" Ji-hun asked.

I wiped the tears away and smiled, "I'm alright. The handsome oppa...is actually your appa."

He gasped, "my appa? Really? The appa that went for a journey?"

I told my kids that he just left to a far place.

I slowly nodded.

"But omma, when will he be back? I want to see him! I want to play with appa!"

I ran my fingers through his soft long hair and calmly spoke, "well, it's a long journey so he won't be back any sooner. But he's always living in our hearts. One day, I'll show you and your sister some photos and videos of him!"

"Yay!" He cheered before he ran upstairs for a nap.

I exhaled and dropped onto the floor. The loneliness of missing the other half of your life was unbearable. And knowing it's permanent? I didn't even know what made me who I was. How did I get here? Why didn't I die instead? I didn't even have an answer.

Shit.

I stared at the clock and realised it's 3:30pm already. The boys will come at 5 for a Christmas dinner.

Yes, today's the 25th of December.

I took a quick shower and did my makeup, very simple one but with a red lipstick. I curled my hair before I tied them up as a slightly messy bun. I went to my closet.

Ever since Jimin died, I hid all of the dresses that he bought for me. I put them into a big box under my table.

I took a look at the dresses that I recently bought in my closet and the big dusty box.

I bit my lips before I made my decision. I closed the closet door and walked to the table. I took the heavy box and put it on my bed. I licked my lips nervously.

Today's a dinner with Jimin's friends and his two kids, I believe he wants to meet them as well.

That's why I chose to wear one of his dresses, he must be missing all of us a lot.

I opened the box and smiled. Still remembered that day when I first received the fifty-four dresses.

Happy moments never last long.

The first dress that caught my attention was a red long dress, very simple but elegant, and it's red, best for my makeup.

(Remember this one!?) (credit to owners!)

That's the one.

I quickly changed into it and went downstairs. It's 4:46. The servants were busy putting the dishes on the long table. The roast chicken, the creamy mashed potatoes... best dinner every year.

Ding dong!

"I'll go!" I answered as I saw a servant running to the door.

I opened the door and it's the six handsome guys, they're still so sweet but maturer.

"Hey! Yuri!" Taehyung greeted.

"I missed you," Jungkook shouted and gave me a big hug.

"Yuri, you look gorgeous tonight," Namjoon grinned.

"Thank you! Jimin bought this dress for me. So I feel like I should wear it today, like he's with us for the dinner too... Well, you guys look so handsome," I giggled, "come on in!"

They sat onto the big couch.

"I'm so hungry!" Hoseok pouted.

"Yah, concentrate," Jin said.

I frowned and asked, "concentrate what?"

"Yuri, where're the kids? It's never so quiet here right?" Yoongi joked.

"They're taking a nap. I'll go wake them up later since I don't want them to disturb us," I laughed.

They chuckled.

"Mrs. Park, the dinner's ready," a servant came and informed us.

We walked to the table. Our dinner was set at the garden tonight so we could watch the starry sky while having a lovely gathering.

"Cheers!" We raised up our glasses of wine.

"It's so nice to see you guys again after so many years," I said.

"Well, didn't we just come a few months ago?" Yoongi asked.

"Hyung, the last time we came was half year ago," Jungkook added.

"Yeah so still, six months."

"I mean we went through so much these years, after the loss of Jimin," I sighed, "it's a really hard time for all of us but we made it!"

Jin tapped my shoulder. "Yuri-ah, you're the strongest woman I've ever seen. It must be the hardest for you. Yah, let's cheers for Yuri!" He yelled and the boys followed as well.

"Cheers!"

These boys occupied a big place in my heart already. I couldn't find another man that could replace Jimin so I could be really lonely these 6 years but they often came and chatted with me. Before and after I gave birth to my two kids, they always came and made meals for me, cleaned the rooms for me and they did almost everything. I told them I had servants that could help but they still insisted to do them by themselves.

Sometimes I felt like they're the angels that Jimin sent to my side.

"I prepared some gifts for you guys," I shyly said.

"Oh what is it!" Taehyung was being very excited.

"How old are you?" Jungkook stared at Taehyung with a disappointed look gaining laughter from all of us.

"First, Jin oppa," I said and gave him a box.

He unwrapped it and screamed, "Yuri!"

"Do you like it? I hope you do. I heard that you really like playing those Nintendo games in switch so I bought you twenty of their games. I'm sorry if they aren't what you want Oppa."

"No Yuri, I love them! Look, you literally bought the newest ones for me. Thank you Yuri!" He hugged the gifts tightly.

"Next one, Yoongi oppa! Remember when you told me you really wanted the earrings from Gucci and the gold jacket from Balenciaga?"

They all widened their eyes. Yoongi stuttered, "no way. Yuri, please don't tell me you got them for me. They're limited editions, that's why I couldn't buy them..." He suddenly gasped when I took two big bags out, one with the Gucci logo and one with the Balenciaga logo.

"Merry Christmas Yoongi oppa!"

He covered his mouth and quickly opened the bags.

"Yuri! How did you get them! Oh my gosh, you swag."

I giggled.

"Some of my friends work there so I told them to get one for me. I was actually so worried whether you got them already or not but Jungkook helped me, he told me that you still don't have them," I explained.

"You're welcome hyung," Jungkook smirked proudly.

Yoongi scoffed.

"Hobi oppa! Which book are you reading right now?" I asked.

Please please please be the one that I bought.

He thought for a while and answered with a bright smile, "the last sunset! It's so good but I only have book 1. Wait did you buy me book 2 to 25?" He jumped.

"Ta-da!" I handed him a green box. Once he saw the books, he ran around the garden and screamed.

"I even bought some outfits for Mickey!"

(Mickey is his dog!)

"Really? Wah, Yuri, you're really the sweetest person ever. Mickey's gonna love them so much."

"My turn. My turn. I've waited for so long. Okay let me guess, you bought me a perfume, from, Visvim?"

My jaw dropped. "Oppa, how do you know? I didn't even open the box yet."

"Well, it's obvious cause the box is so small and you once asked me what's my favourite brand."

"Yuri, his IQ is 148, just so you know," Jin noted.

148? Is he even human.

"Fine. Here you go!" He smiled and unwrapped it.

"Thank you so much Yuri, I'll use this every single day."

"Tae Tae, merry Christmas."

He cupped his mouth when he saw it's the latest camera from his favourite brand.

"It's not even released yet! How..."

"That's why friends are important," I joked, "I preordered it and just did something so they sent me earlier."

He stood up and gave me a warm hug.

"You're gonna make me cry! I want this so much and was so sad yesterday because my Internet was so slow that I couldn't order it."

I patted his head. "Now you get it then!"

"Okay, Tae Tae, thank her later. It's my turn right?"

We all laughed for Jungkook's impatience.

"What is it? Banana milk? IU's latest album? Video games? Tell me Yuri! Stop being so slow!"

"Yah!" I shouted and they laughed again.

"Okay sorry but may I know what is it please? Mrs. Park?"

"All. Of. Them," I said word by word and handed him a box, the biggest one among all the gifts.

"Yah, this is not fair, why is his gift so big?" Taehyung complained.

Jungkook giggled like a kid and his eyes sparkled once he saw the album.

"I'm gonna play this video game tonight," he mumbled and held the box.

"And I'm gonna drink this now." He took a carton of banana milk and started drinking it.

He preferred that than the expensive wine.

"Well, we got a gift for you as well, Yuri," Namjoon stated.

"Really? What is it?" I was so excited. I hadn't received presents for a long time.

"But the gift is so big. And it should be arriving soon. Do you mind if we go get the gift now?"

I nodded, "Yeah sure of course."

"Jungkook, you stay here with her."

"Wae! Hyung, I wanna follow you too!"

"No she's gonna get bored."

"Fine."

Then the boys left except Jungkook.

"Yuri, let's play traffic lights!" He whispered.

"Traffic lights?"

"Yeah, it's a game. You stand there and turn around," he explained and point at the far end of the garden, "I'll stand far behind you, then you count for five seconds and I'll come forward. After the five seconds, you turn around again and see how close I came to you and see if I stumbled or not. If I didn't, you continue until I touched your shoulders, I'll start running away. You need to yell 'stop' as quick as you can and I'll stop after you said that. Lastly you can only jump for three steps and see if you can catch me or not!"

Before I could say anything about it, he pushed me away and started the game already. I turned around.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!" I yelled and turned around. Jungkook was standing closer to me.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!" I yelled again but this time Jungkook's just three steps away from me. There're growing tensions between us cause once he tapped my shoulder, I needed to shout 'stop'.

We both giggled evilly as we both wanted to win.

I slowly turned around.

"5. 4. 3- Stop!" I yelled excitedly when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Got you!" I screamed before I turned around.

I gasped.

I fell onto the ground.

For one second, I forgot how to breathe.

I closed my eyes.

This is just a dream.

I opened my eyes again, but he's still standing in front of me.

"This is not funny. Can you guys not make jokes about him please?" I stared at the boys who're standing at the far end.

They frowned. "W..what do you mean Yuri? He's right there! He's real! He isn't fake!" Namjoon shouted with his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder so it could reach me clearly.

Jungkook joined, "Yuri! Merry Christmas!"

"Yah, Yuri, don't you miss him? Go give him a big hug now!" Taehyung said.

"You don't want the gift, do you? Well, we'll take it back then!" Yoongi joked and they all chuckled.

I gulped and trembled as I lifted my head up. I saw his face. He's breathing. His cheeks were rosy again. His eyes were shining like before. My eyes started to get hot and watery. But this time, no matter how blurry my vision was becoming, it still clearly showed me his beautiful face.

He looked as lost as how I was now. His jaw began to shake but he still managed to smile a bit. He offered his hand to me whose legs were like jellies now.

I flinched.

Is this a prank. No, I won't fall for this so easily.

I thought if I had a chance to meet him again, I would immediately jump onto his big strong body but the reality was, I didn't, because I was so hurt for his loss already. I didn't want to face the possibility of losing him again. What if I touched him but he suddnely flew away again? No, I wouldn't let that happen again, I wouldn't put my guards down.

"Hyung, should we go and help them a bit?" I heard Yoongi whispering to Jin.

"Yeah, hyung. Their mood seems to be so...awkward."

When I was still deeply sinking into my thoughts about what I should do now, the familiar warm touch that I missed for so so long got in contact with my soft skin. My breath hitched. He pulled me closer with a hand supporting my waist at the back, until our bodies hit each other.

His dreamy vanilla scent that I almost forgot about, his safe touch that was becoming harder to remember, were all experienced now. These hit me so hard.

Finally, I let out of all my feelings, including all my guilts, all my stress that I had been baring for 6 years.

"Who are you!" I yelled and hit his chest.

He chuckled and stroked my long hair like how he gently did in the past.

"Your Park Jimin."

(A/N: YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS SMART READERS. WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK WILL HAPPEN NEXT? AND WHY?)