DADDY ISSUES || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 6 | Threatened

"Isn't that y/n...?"

As soon as I catch sight of her, I nod. This is indeed her, but with a mature, tall man, and a woman. "Are those her parents?" I ask, wondering why she's holding onto that business man's hand. "Well...I guess."

Given the way he's dressed, a dress shirt, a dark blue waistcoat, trousers of the same color, with a Rolex around his wrist, he is for sure her rich daddy, as she called him. This is weird though, why would a seventeen years old girl hold her father's hand while shopping? She's even physically very close to him, resting her head on his arm and keeping her eyes down as if she was thinking deeply while eating a snack.

"This guy is pretty sexy..." Hajoon lets his gayness show up, making me sigh but chuckle like an idiot. "He's probably forty. Stop drooling over an old guy," I stop myself as they both did, the three of us keeping our attention on the rich people. "What? Do you think sugar daddies are young?"

"Tsk..." I give him a dirty look, feeling on the verge of puking. "You're eighteen. Stop it already. Jeez..."

He speaks in a muffled voice for his words to not be audible, but we all look at her and her father, the wife being way too normal to grasp our focus. "Am I the only one finding this wrong?" I take a peek at them, but Hajoon shrugs. "I don't know...that's odd to do that when you're seventeen, but...maybe there's a reason for her to be so close to him..."

"Yeah..." I mumble, knowing this might be real. We never know, this girl acts weird on a daily basis, she's different but not in a positive way, so what if the main problem comes from her home?

At the exact moment that they stop and that y/n gazes up at him as he's talking, I understand the relationship is not like an usual 'father and daughter' one. She swings their intertwined hands, her mother glancing at her, but not in a way a mother who loves her child would do it. What the hell am I witnessing?

She speaks to him, getting his attention down on her. He smiles at her but lifts his hand up to her head to hold the back of it, making her step forth and put her arms around his body. "Oh, whatever," I sigh and glance away. "Let's go get a bubble tea."

•••

8:10 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Papa..." I walk down the stairs after cogitating in my bedroom for long minutes. "Yes, princess?" he gazes up at me, taking his eyes off of the large screen as he's been watching TV all by himself in the dark. I walk around the big sofa to reach him, and I climb onto his lap, seeking comfort and warmth. "What is wrong?" he lets me get comfortable and embraces my body as I put my arms around him. He runs his fingers through my hair and combs it. "I want to talk..."

"Tell me, I'm listening," he turns the volume down and gives me all his attention, offering me what I can get from him only. I think thoroughly before saying anything, feeling the nervousness and fear fill me. I rest my head on his shoulder, hiding my face in the crook of his neck out of shame and lack of confidence. "Hm? What do you want to talk about?" he combs my hair, delicately, soothing me to put me at ease.

"Will you stop loving me once I'm older...?" my question that hides a lot of fright and worry escapes me, my heart beating fast. "Why are you thinking such things, honey? You know I'll always love you no matter what."

I tighten my hold around him, remembering the words Mister Park said to me. A knot obstructs my throat with pain, and some tears flood in my eyes. "I'm scared..." my quivering voice leaves in a low voice. "I don't want to grow up..."