Rebirth [A BTS Fanfiction]

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Wendy sat on the sidelines while Mr. Oliver and I were having an silent fight. My face was blank and void of any emotions that he can use to know what I'm thinking and his face had that same old, professional smile that never seems to fade.

Before I made Wendy call him, I had decided that I won't lose my temper again and try to handle it like an responsible women- now a girl, however, if he kept smiling like that then I'll make sure to make him suffer for a long time. I released an inaudible sigh, trying to calm my nerves.

"I'm just asking you for his number. Why is it that you can't do that for me without telling Mr. lee?" I asked with a hint of dissatisfaction in my voice. Oliver acted as if I didn't even say something and stayed quite. My eyes turned a bit cold as I looked at him.

"Is it because he doesn't accept me as his daughter?" As soon as I said those words, I saw his calm facade break just a little. Bingo!

"Is it my fault that I am here? He doesn't treat me like a daughter, and I'm trying to come in terms with that. Is it really necessary to treat me like a prisoner? If he has so much problem with me, why doesn't he just leave me where he picked me up from? I don't want to be anyone's charity case. All I did was ask for my cousin's number and you don't even acknowledge it. Am I that unimportant to everyone here?" My voice accidentally cracked in the end.

I broke the eye contact and just stared at the floor, acting as if I was deep in thoughts how ever, all I was thinking was of what lunch is being prepared. So much acting was making me hungry. Maybe I should just ask the chef to make my lunch little earlier. Hmmm, that would be good. I'm still a kid so I need proper protein and nutrition to grow!

While I was busy thinking I didn't even notice that Wendy was already sitting beside me. Her hands subconsciously wrapped around me protectively while her eyes daringly glared at Oliver. Normally, Wendy and Oliver always have a peaceful harmony between each other, so this would something really new for me. Although this new drama would be something I'll pay to watch, I find no enjoyment in the fact that I'm currently a part of this. Why can't he just fall for this puppy face? I remember I was cute in childhood, then why isn't this ice melting? If he tells Mr. Lee, then my plan, in simple language, would be fucked.

"Don't upset young miss any further, Mr. Oliver. Let's just forget this conversation ever happened. Young miss is already having a very gloomy mood these days because of master's negligence towards her. We don't need you to rub salt on her wounds." Wendy said without even raising her voice but her venomous glare was aimed at him.

I, on the other hand, tried not to scowl in front of them. What gloomy mood? She might've misunderstood my resting face as one. And what wound? Pffftt---

However, I didn't interrupt her because when I looked back at oliver, his facade was crushed. Not even an ounce of smile remained on his face as he stared at the floor with shame evident on his face. I mentally thanked Wendy. She just made it 3 times easier. Welp, it's my turn to completely destroy him (not literally).

My eyes stared polling with unshred water as I looked at the corner of the room, trying to prevent them from falling. I gulped the lump that was forming in my throat and tried to look as if I was trying really hard not to cry.

Wendy immediately panicked and so did Mr. Oliver. Although I felt bad of making Wendy panic, I loved the look on Mr. Oliver's face. His face paled as he look at me crying for the first time. But to my dismay, he didn't say anything and just continued staring at me.

"You can leave, Mr. Oliver. Just don't tell Mr. Lee that I asked for my brother's number. He might suddenly start hating me more than he already does." I said with a soft, pitiful voice while trying to act tough. I stood up and walked towards my window, standing with my back facing them. The unshred tears I had in my eyes immediately dried up as if they were just an illusion and I stared out coldly. It's too tiring to act as if I'm sad when I don't even feel any emotion anymore.