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・.・✫・゜ flashback: 3rd grade
"y/n, you have to be nice to him! he has no friends and he just moved here, at least keep him company." my dad sternly explained.
"but father- i don't wanna hang out with that boy! you promised me you would play with me today.." i whined.
"y/n, playtime is not important right now! jungkook's parents and i have work to do this evening so please behave and be nice to him," he argued.
"but dad-" i refused.
"y/n, address me as your father first of all, and secondly, his parents are the absolute perfect selection for them to be hired in my life insurance team, i did some research on them and they really need to be on this team. this is important for your father if you help me now i promise, i will play with you tomorrow."
"you promise?" i smiled.
"yes. now go call ms. june to clean your room."
"okay father." i walked away from him in sadness and walked towards the maid's room.
"hello darling what happened?" ms. june saw me about to burst into tears.
"father." i quietly sniffled.
"i know, i know," she comforted me and held me in her arms.
"he's making you clean my room again. i'm sorry, i'm really sorry-" i cried.
"no, dear don't be sorry at all, this is my job. come on now let's get you dressed." she grabbed my hand and walked me toward my room.
my father never has time for me anymore, he always has clients and he's always on calls.
it's like i'm... invisible, am i really nobody to my father?
i'm only 8 years old, i just want to play with my father.
he buys me things instead of showing me affection.
i just want him to tell me that he loves me, genuinely.
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10 minutes later...
ms. june walked down the staircase with me and i had a pink dress that had two white bows on the side of them.
