DADDY ISSUES || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 22 | Hatred

— Two days later —

Wednesday, December 16, 2020.

11:30 am.

"Daddy," I go down the stairs while reading a message on my phone, heading towards my dad who is in the kitchen. "Yes, honey?" he answers me, and I reach him. "Look," I stand by his side and gaze up at him, showing him my phone and what a man sent me. Once he takes his hands off of the bowl and leans closer to me to read, I stare at his face to check his reaction.

"Who the hell is that?" he dries his hands and grabs my phone, not liking what he sees. "I don't know. I published a photo to show my makeup, but this man that I don't know sent me this stuff."

"If you don't want attention, why do you post a picture of yourself?" my mother chimes in after keeping quiet, but I only glance at her without caring about her opinion. "She has the right to publish pictures of herself, that doesn't mean disgusting perverts have to send such messages. What is wrong with you to say that to your own daughter?" my dad speaks up for me, hating her behavior and remarks.

She fixes her eyes on him, but he maintains eye contact with sternness. "Do you even know what kind of picture she posted? We already taught her not to do that."

"It was just a picture of my face after I was done with my makeup, nothing bad," I respond to show her this was not something inappropriate. "Makeup is made for whor—"

"Do not dare to end your sentence," my dad steps forth and points his finger at her to cut her off. He clenches his jaw as she's remaining soundless, but he turns towards me and places his hands on my arms. "Let's get in the other room," he brings me to the living room and leaves her alone. 

"Don't listen to her, honey. Your makeup is cute, all right?" he smiles at me and holds my face, speaking in a soft voice. I nod to him, and he presses a kiss on my forehead to reassure me. "About that man," he gets his attention back on my phone and does something, so I inch closer to his build and take a look at what he's doing. "I delete this disgusting stuff, and I block him. Maybe you should try to share your pictures with your friends only, hm? I don't want this to happen again."

"All right," I agree and take my phone that he handed me. "I know I shouldn't post any pictures, but it was just for a special occasion. I liked the way I did my makeup..."

"I understand, honey. This is not your fault, so don't worry," he gently comforts me after I was almost insulted by my mother. Now that this problem is solved, I put my phone in a pocket of my shorts and wrap my arms around him. "What should I do to make her love me?"

"Honey..." he hugs me back and places one hand in the back of my head. "She loves you," he whispers to avoid her from hearing us. "We both love—" the doorbell interrupts him. He removes his fingers from my hair and steps back. "Wait here," he smiles and moves to the front door on my left. I do as told but still let my curiosity take over me, once he opens the door, I peek at the person who bothered us.

"Hello," my dad greets the people, but I frown at the sight of the men in a police uniform. "Hello, we're looking for Mister Sang, is that you?"

"Uhm, yes, I'm Mister Sang. Why are you here?" he holds the door as some fear appeared inside of me, but the two men enter the house without any permission and get some handcuffs out. "Mister Sang, I'm arresting you on suspicion of sexual assault and pedophilia on your daughter," he handcuffs my dad, his words causing a burst of fright into me. My heart starts to beat faster, and I step towards them to stand before my dad. "What are you doing? You're mistaking right now, he's never done anything."