THE DEVIL WORKS HARD (Kookjin)

Chapter 1

Jungkook sighed tiredly, staring down attentively at his six year old daughter who had both of her small arms loosely crossed over her chest. Her deep green eyes was staring right back up at her father in sheer anticipation.

"I asked you a question Appa," She says, her tiny voice dipping an octave lower in a desperate attempt to convey the kind of distressed state her mind was currently in.

Sighing for the nth time that morning, Jungkook combs his long inked fingers through his black hair before coming up with a proper response. "Appa already gave you an answer Dali" He says with a slight shrug of his tensed shoulders.

The little girl huffs out in defeat, stomping her feet against the concrete floor with a thud. "But you are lying, and you know it!"

Jungkook gasped in disbelief, "What!? Of course I'm not, why would you even think that?"

"Of course you are" Dali countered almost immediately, "You did loose your job again right Appa? For the third time now I'm I right?"

Jungkook's eyes were left bulging out from their sockets with ease, but he manages to blink away the obvious fact that he had indeed just been caught neck deep in his own web of lies.

"That's absurd Dali baby" he chuckled dryly, wiping his sweaty palms dry on his blue denim while avoiding his daughter's intense gaze by all means possible. "where on earth did you even hear such nonsense? I'm telling you I didn't loose my job, neither did I get fired. I'm merely just taking a short break"

"It's not nonsense if it's uncle Namjoon who told me now is it?" she asked, clearly not buying into any of the facade her father was so desperately trying to put up.

Having no words left to say that could immediately counter hers, Jungkook succumbed to defeat by pinning his lips together in a tight smile.

Gosh, he was so going to hurt Namjoon later on for ratting him out like that.

"It's so not true, don't listen to him" The distressed man tried again, harder this time just to sound a little convincing while pointing a finger between him and his daughter. "you should believe me Dali, I'm your Appa here not uncle Namjoon"

Little Dali shrugs in disinterest, shaking her head inbetween, "Well maybe if my Appa wasn't such a liar afterall, then maybe, just maybe I would have believed him" She said. Picking up her school bag from one of the single armed chair beside her and slinging it over her shoulders.

To say Jungkook was stunned, would be an understatement. He was downright dumbfounded, speechless Infact. His jaw dropped, hanging open as he watched his daughter walk towards the front door and pulled it open.

"Can you atleast walk me to school?" She asks, standing dejectedly on the front porch.

Only then was Jungkook reeled out from his concrete state of shock, after hearing his daughters voice.

Picking up his jacket from the center table where he had earlier dropped it, Jungkook pulled it over his body before hastening up to catch up with his daughter, who had since walked out of the house.

As Jungkook sprinted towards Dali, his mind began racing with different kinds of thoughts, and some possible right words to say in order to get on his daughters good side again.

Jungkook and his daughter, did not exactly have that ideal father-daughter relationship every parent craved for, since the very day their child is born. Dali's birth wasn't planned, it just sort of happened unexpectedly between him and his ex-husband. Jungkook wasn't financially stable at that time, he didn't earn enough to carter for himself, nor a family.