“Are you Park Jimin?” I nodded and the guy standing on my front porch pulled out his wallet. “I’m officer Chanyeol, and this,”he said, indicating to the guy standing behind him.
“Is officer Sehun.” I motioned for them to come inside, and they did.
“Is something wrong officers?” I asked, as we all sat down in the living room.
Officer Chanyeol looked between me and the floor, and officer Sehun looked at me, with what looked like a sad, remorseful look.
“We have some bad news Mr.Park.” I looked between the two officers, sickness forming in the pit of my stomach, and my palms becoming sweaty.
“At about five o’clock this afternoon, a plane heading to Los Angeles, California, lost an engine, and crashed into the ocean. There were no survivors.
Both of your parents, and your brother were on that plane… We’re truly sorry for your loss.” I felt my heart shatter at their words. Mom? Dad? Daesun? No…. It can’t be….