Dominant//Submissive

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷𝟽: ᴇᴀsʏ

'Next morning.'

I turned on my side, still in my bed, thinking about everything that happened yesterday.

It had been an hour since I woke up and all I could do was lay there, thinking. What could I even focus on? My dad flipping shit over shit I didn't even do or Jungkook. I knew what I should have been focusing on. I knew freaking out over some dude was literally useless, yet I couldn't help but keep thinking about Jungkook.

I wasn't stupid, I knew it was dumb to be thinking about him over everything else. Hmm, yeah, you were only right about one of those statements. He was a player, and not in that 'ooooh cute, attractive, hard to get' player. He was the 'doesn't take anything seriously, is looking for a fuck buddy' player.

I knew this wasn't a k-drama, filled with false realities. He wasn't going to miraculously change for me, suddenly becoming the person I want him to be.

And I wasn't going to be one of those naive girls, falling for the fuck boy, nor the other stereotypical 'I'm not going to fall for him but ends up doing exactly that' girls. No hate to them.

I didn't have time for his bullshit. It sounded harsh but wasn't. I didn't even know if he actually felt anything for me, and I wasn't going to assume so. Plus, it is bullshit. I mean, I've literally seen it with my own eyes. All he wants is sex or a toy to play with until he either breaks it or gets bored of it and throws it away as he pleases.

I needed to focus on my dad and what I was going to do. The more I thought about the whole situation, the more I got angry. He basically believed his wife's word over his daughter's, the person who's literally been by his side the longest, no matter the shit we went through. To add insult to injury, there wasn't even any shit backing up what she said.

I was just pissed at this point. I mean he could believe whoever the fuck he wanted to believe, if he was just going to take her word over mines, did it even matter? Uh, yea Iris it does, he's your dad. I reminded myself. Well, he basically said he'd disown you if you didn't apologize to Karla. I also reminded myself.

Shit, what am I supposed to do? Part of me wants to say fuck it go ahead, while the other part of me says you can't lose your dad, not when he's all you have left. But he wasn't all I had left, I tried to convince myself. I had Mia, Jimin, Taehyung, Jin, Jhope, Suga, Namjoon, and who even knows with Jungkook, but that was besides the point. But he was my family.

After thinking about what the fuck I was going to do for about thirty more minutes, I decided that I had to talk to him. Plus, why the fuck would I let Karla get away with her shit, tf?

I got ready to go to my dad's house when someone knocked on my room door.

I opened the door and saw it was Jungkook. "So you do know how to knock."

"For you? Sure," he smirked. "Haha, so funny." I monotonously replied and stepped past him. Okay, so was it not my room he barged into yesterday?

"Where are you going?" He asked a little awkward. I stopped and turned around, looking at him straight in the eyes, and for a moment I saw that shy little boy with big dark brown eyes and a fitting innocence I once saw years ago.

He immediately looked away, casting his eyes to the wall then to the floor.

"Somewhere," I replied, not wanting to give him the details, or else he would've said he was going with me.

"You're going to your dad's place aren't you?" He questioned, dead-on.

Shit. "What's it to you?" I questioned back. I swear it was like a cat and mouse chase. I was sick of it, like why the fuck was he trying so hard to... I don't know how to describe it.

"Fuck, why do you have to make things so hard?" He replied, irritated.

"Okay, so make it easy for yourself and leave me alone." I shrugged and turned around to walk away.

He grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. "You can stop this little hard-to-get act now, Iris."

"Who said it was a damn act? Maybe you don't know this because you've never experienced it before, but not everyone's interested in you." I rolled my eyes, "And I don't know if that's the reason why you've been bothering me so much lately, because I don't fall at your fucking feet, but you can go look for another girl who isn't willing to put up with your bullshit and go bother her instead." Damn okay, that was harsh.

I pushed him away and left the house.

'Iris arrives at her dad's place.'

After the housekeeper let me in, I walked into the living room where they both were.

"Oh good, you're here to apologize to your mother." My dad said while Karla smirked with satisfaction.

"Dad." I stared at him dead in the eyes. Please take it back, please dad. Apologize and say you're wrong for taking her side without even hearing mine, for believing every damn word she said without a second thought. I wanted to shout at him but instead, I stayed quiet.

"Are you not going to say anything?" He raised his voice. "If not then just leave." He turned his back to me.

"Oh honey, don't be like that," she rubbed his shoulder. "She's our daughter, give her a chance."

He groaned. "Look at how forgiving Karla is!" He yelled. "And you can't even apologize? This is not how I raised you, Iris!"

Say something, Iris! Tell him how fucking irrational he's being. Yell at him! Scream at him! Just say something god damn it!

"So you believe her. Every word she said. You believe that I insulted her, that I brought up mom to insult her." I wished I was asking him this, but I knew that this was what had happened. He believed every damn word that came out of her mouth.

"What?" He asked, confused. "What are you even saying?"

"Do you believe that I would do that?" I screamed.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Did you not humiliate Karla at the party yesterday, that you didn't insult and badmouth her?"

"Let me ask you a question. Did anyone tell you that I did or was Karla the only one?" I quickly wiped away the tear that had rolled down my cheek.

"B-but Karla wouldn't make this up!" He stated so matter-of-factly. "Right?" He looked at her.

"O-of course!" She stuttered, struggling to make up a lie on the spot. "She said so many awful things to me yesterday! Everyone heard, it was humiliating," she cried out, her act falling apart. Forgiving, huh.

"Call them," I replied. "Call ONE damn person that heard me say anything close to awful yesterday!" I shouted at her.

My dad looked at her expecting her to pull out her phone immediately. His face fell as she just sat there. She looked away.

I backed away from both of them.

"I-Iris," he stuttered as he realized the mistake he made.

"Was it so fucking hard to believe me?" I whispered.

"Iris.. l-let me-"

I turned around and started walking away before I could hear anymore bullshit from him.

"Iris!" He called after me.

'If only I wasn't so damn stupid.'
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