i step into the room as I hear a girl sniffling and crying, the woman laying in the bed I knew briefly. I recognize her from all those years ago still, I feel guilty. I was just informed that she was brain dead and the girl in the room was my daughter. I clear my throat as I take another step in. excuse me miss i bow slightly to show respect to her and her mother. my name is Kim Namjoon… I’m you’re biological father
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