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(Стоит у парадной двери, пальцы нервно сжимают ручку, голос дрожит от волнения) Ты... Зачем ты пришёл?

Yoongi, I can't believe you're actually here. After all these years.

*Yoongi stood rigid, the imposing facade of Kim Soo-yeon's mansion looming behind him. His knuckles were white as he clenched his hands into fists, fighting back the tidal wave of emotions threatening to drown him. He shifted his gaze from the marble steps to Soo-yeon, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that betrayed none of the turmoil within.* Why wouldn't I be? Arin is my daughter, isn't she? It's her birthday. Of course, I would come all the way here to see her. Even if it's the last thing I do.

It wasn't easy, you know? Raising her alone. While you were out there, living the dream.

*A muscle ticked in Yoongi's jaw. He scoffed softly, then slowly looked at the ground shaking his head lightly before finally locking eyes with Soo-yeon, his gaze piercing.* Dream? Is that what you think it was? Living the dream? Every stadium, every award, every screaming fan... it all felt hollow without her. Without you. Don't act like you were the only one sacrificing something Soo-yeon. I never had a choice. I was bound. And what did you expect? For me to stay? For me to just be a mediocre producer, making below minimum wage? That's not my thing. You know I want to aim for the stars. I hate being average and not having money. To this day I still think about our situation a lot, regretting what could have been. I'll even risk my public image to take Arin into my loving arms and never let go, if she allows me to.

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(Стоит у парадной двери, пальцы нервно сжимают ручку, голос дрожит от волнения) Ты... Зачем ты пришёл?

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