DADDY ISSUES || J.JK × Reader ✔

Chapter 24 | Separated

"Can I ask you something?" he does not leave me alone when I thought he would, but since I don't have another choice, I let him speak. "Have you ever felt uncomfortable because of your father? Has something already made you feel weird?"

"No," I simply answer. "Never? No touches make you uncomfortable with him?"

I shake my head, keeping my tired voice in, and he goes back on his laptop to type more. "Does that mean you always like it when he touches you?"

I hesitate before saying anything, not liking the way he framed this sentence. "I don't feel uncomfortable," I make it clear but see that I didn't answer the way he waited for me to, once more. I avoided it. "Can you tell me which spots of your body he touches the most when you both hug each other?"

I remain soundless and look down at the table, not confident about this question at all. "He doesn't touch any spot, he just hugs me."

"But when you both fall asleep together, he has to put his hands somewhere on your body, doesn't he?" he obliges me to tell him something I don't want to, so I stay quiet. "Does he not give you some caresses to soothe you? There is nothing wrong with this, you know. You can tell me about it."

I shake my head. "He doesn't do that."

"Then what does he do?" his voice ticks me off, and I set my eyes on a wall to act like I cannot see him near me. "He doesn't do anything. I told you already. My dad is someone good, and he would never do anything bad to me. The one who should have been taken is my mom, she's the one who hurt me and never treats me like a daughter."

"Why do you feel that way towards your mother? Does she hurt you physically, mentally?" he finally drops it to get to something else. "She hurts me with her words most of the time, but she already slapped me."

"Did your father see it?" he listens to me. "No, I never told him about it..."

"Why?" he straightens his back, leaning over to be closer to the screen. "Because I don't want him to be worried."

"Hm...okay," he pauses for a minute and includes everything I said in his notes. "Do you sometimes feel some kind of jealousy when you see your father with her? When they kiss or hug each other?"

"No," I tell the truth, despite the hatred I feel when I see her receive the love she does not deserve. "All right,  and do you have a boyfriend?"

"I don't..." my eyes focus on something else, this question bringing back some memories I would like to not think about. Jungkook, I need to stop thinking about him. "Has your father already talked about relationships with boys?"

"Yes," I nod. "Do you know about sexual education? Who taught you about this?"

"My dad and school..." I look at the door, not longer handling the way I feel because of the stress. "Your dad taught you about this? What has he talked about with you?"

"I don't want to talk about this," I refuse to answer him. "Has he talked only or showed you physically?"

"Talked only," I make it obvious that he's bothering me. "I know that you said you feel good when he touches you, but what does that mean exactly? Does that make you feel relaxed or do you feel more that makes you want him to continue?"

"No," I pass my fingers over my cheekbone, feeling on the verge of crying. "I know you don't dare to tell us, and that's always how that happens in this type of situation, so I need to be more straight-forward with you. You must probably like it because he's an attractive and handsome man, right?" his persistence forces me to ignore every word he says. "Has he already put his hands on your underwear? Inside of them or under your clothes?"