DADDY ISSUES || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 23 | Discomfort

"We would like to interrogate you, would you follow me?" he gestures me to leave my seat, so I peek at Haneul, and he smiles at me to make me understand I can go. I let go of his hand and move towards him.

The man who called my name leads me to the room that he left, but some tension spreads through my body once I step into the darker room. He kindly tells me to get on a chair that already faces one man, and I sit down, so he does so next to his colleague.

"You're y/n, right?" the one that I don't know asks me, and I nod, feeling nervous in front of these two men that I don't know. "Okay, we're just going to ask you a few questions concerning your dad's situation. He already talked to us, so we know that he's not your biological father, and we know about everything else, okay?"

I nod again, not saying a word out of apprehension. The one that brought me here focuses on the laptop before him, and the other one keeps his eyes on me. "So, can you tell us how old you are?"

"I'm seventeen," I answer in a small voice, and the man on the left already starts to type on the keyboard. "When did you first meet Mister Sang?"

"When I celebrated my fifteenth birthday..." I join my hands on my thighs, toying with my fingers to find a way to cope with the anxiousness. "Do you remember how you felt on that day? And why you felt like that?"

"Yes..." I remind myself of this important event, probably the best one that happened to me. "I was...scared at first because...I didn't know what it was to have parents...since mine abandoned me, then until then, I stayed in an orphanage...so...I was nervous about living with a man in the same house..."

"Why were you scared?" he goes deeper into this, but since I know I have to tell the truth, I let it out. "Because...I still remember what my biological father did...and back then...I didn't know how Mister Sang was, so...I wasn't sure that he wouldn't hurt me and be like him..."

"Can you talk about what your biological father did to you? How old were you when that happened?" his questions slowly become more difficult to answer, so I look down to not have his eyes on me anymore. "I was around four when my mother abandoned me...but I can still see my father in my dreams...when he would hurt me or my mother, especially when he would shout at her..." I squeeze my fingers without even realizing, hating the memories I wish could be erased. "Okay, and does that have a certain impact on your daily life? You mentioned your dreams, do you sometimes wake up in the middle of the night because of them or do you have trouble sleeping?"

"I have panic attacks in my sleep..." I tell him but cannot dare to look up at them both, hearing the sound of the keyboard, and nothing else. "What happens when you have them?"

"I don't know...I feel like fainting but also...like I can't breathe anymore, and I sometimes can still hear or see what's around me, but I cannot do anything, I'm paralyzed and terrified. When that happens, only my dad is there to help me..." I never mention the woman that has never been there to save me from those nightmares. "Only your dad?"

"Yes. I once ended in the hospital because my heart...my heart stopped beating, and my dad was the only one there..." I do everything possible to not have the images of that moment in my head, feeling hurt while talking about it. "All right," his voice lowers, so I peek up at him but only put my eyes on his masculine hands, one of them holding a pencil. "Does your father often sleep in your bed at night to help you to not be scared?"

"He doesn't sleep in my bed," I shake my head and stop him right away. I know what he's trying to do with this question, I'm not dumb. "He only stays close to me, but he never sleeps with me."

"Are you sure? You know you can tell us the truth, what you say will not leave this—"

"Yes, I am very sure," I assert myself, making him not come back on this question. "Okay, but when you sleep with him close to you, has something already happened when you woke up?"