yeonjun×female oc
~I hope I was your favourite crime~
~I was going down but i was doing it with you~
‼REMINDER ‼
everything in this story is purely fiction and not made to represent the idol in real life. inspired by txt's LO$ER=LO♡ER mv
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"i'm home"
i shout as i shut the door behind me. no reply. that's strange, i know they're here as fathers car is outside. i walk further into the house, towards the dining room.
"hello?"
i walk into the room and see my parents seated at the table, their backs facing me, gentle sobs coming from my mother as father comforts her. i walk round the table so i can face them
"mother what's wrong?"
I ask, worried. father looks at me rage written all over his face, whilst my mothers is full of disappointment. i'm confused until i notice the items laid across the table; the lighter yeonjun gave me the first time we met, and his jacket. shock draws its expession over my facial features and dread fills my stomach.
"and whose might these be?"
my fathers voice breaks the tension, only to thicken it.
"is it that boy you've been seeing?"
"father i can explain-"
"HE'S A FUCKING THIEF! A DIRTY CROOK! ALL HE WANTS IS YOUR FUCKING MONEY!"
he shouts at me and i feel the fear for my father turn into pure anger.
"calm down"
mother tries to grab his arm but he pushes her off and stands up.
"NO, I'M PUTTING THIS STUPID GIRL IN HER PLACE! I SAY WHO YOU SHALL BE WITH AND THAT IS ALREADY DECIDED!"
i stand face to face with him, fury evident in my eyes
"well i love yeonjun and he loves me, no matter what you say!"
"HE DOESN'T FUCKING LOVE YOU, HE LOVES YOUR WEALTH!"
"WELL I'D RATHER BE WITH HIM THAN WITH WHATEVER FUCKING WRETCH YOU PICK OUT TO MARRY ME OFF TO, JUST TO BENEFIT YOURSELF AND YOUR STUPID BUSINESS!"
a sharp slap lands across my cheek, numbing all feeling in that area.
"pack your bags and get out"
my face falls and my mother gets up and runs in front of father.
"what honey, no you're not thinking straight, you can't kick out our daughter-"
she's cut off by my dad once again pushing her away.
"NO! I SAID PACK YOUR BAGS AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! I WILL NEVER CALL YOU MY DAUGHTER AS LONG AS YOU'RE WITH SOMEONE LIKE HIM!"
"FINE FUCK YOU"
i run upstairs and pack 2 big bags full of all my important belongs, before grabbing my purse and heading downstairs. father is standing in the hallway, mother no where to be seen but her sniffles could still be heard.
"tell mother i love her but i'm not sorry"
i turn my back on the man i once looked up to, step onto the driveway, and close the door behind me before breaking down into tears.
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