(Onjo's POV)
"NAM ONJO!" That familiar manly voice shouted my name.
I immediately stopped teasing her and turned around to see who that person might be.
Fuck.
I saw Mom and Dad walking towards us, I looked back at Namra who's now standing behind me and raised both of my eyebrows asking if she's fine.
I looked back at my Dad who's expression looked furious.
"What's going on between you two?!" He asked, almost yelling.
My hands started shaking as always, and tried preventing it to answer
"Uhmm..We're friends. We're just playing." I answered and smiled at him.
"What kind of friends play like that? Huh? When will you stop lying to me?" He asked again.
"I am not lying, dad. It's..." My mind couldn't think of an answer and looked at Namra who's looking down on the bag of paper.
"W-we're just playing around." I said once again.
I watched every move of dad ,not until he grabbed my arms strongly making me groan into pain.
"Do you think I'm so stupid?" He yelled.
Namra approached us and tried getting off his grip onto my arms. "Uncle, please stop."
"I'm not talking to you!" He pushed Namra strongly, making me completely worried.
I quickly kneeled down and checked every part of her body to see if there's any bruises.
"Stop it, Dad. Let's talk about this at home." Mom said, dragging him.
I tried helping Namra to get up but she didn't accept it and continued rubbing her head.
My blood started boiling because of his doings to my girlfriend and got up.
"Dad!" I called him.
"What?!" He yelled and quickly turned around to look at me.
I took a big gulp and looked around ,where many people were watching us.
"You want to know the truth?" I asked, trembling.
I took a huge breath again and clenched my teeth.
"We are girlfriends." I said, not breaking eye contact with him.
Everybody started murmuring and went quiet.
"Onjo-yah.." Mom called me, I didn't listen to her and repeated what I said.
"We are girlfriends! Hear that?!" I yelled, preventing not to cry.
I saw how he clenched his fist and yelled back at me "YAAH NAM ONJO. You know the story between her house and our-"
"I do! And I know more than you let on." I said, and didn't let him finish.
"What do you know, huh?" Dad asked, making me whine.
"You want me to say it?" I asked him before proceeding what I was about to say.
"About you and her mom?"
"What are you saying, Onjo-yah?" He asked and held my arm once again.
"What do you know, huh?!" He asked again ,and gripped my arm very strongly.
"Dad! Let's go home first! You too, Onjo." Mom said, and dragged Dad out of here.
I watched them get on the elevator first and looked around at the people who's watching us, disgustingly.
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Wrong Concern | Namra x Onjo | AOUAD
RomanceEver since they were young, Namra and Onjo's families had a deep and raging rivalry - trying to one-up each other on everything. It was almost like rivalry was passed down as a family heirloom and the two girls became rivals as well. Until... they g...
