My You | Jungkook FanFic

Five.

The sun warmed Wren's face the next morning, waking her. She'd forgotten to close her curtains the night before and when she opened her eyes she hissed like a vampire being dissolved by the bright rays. 

Wren pulled her covers over her face, wishing she could go back to sleep. A headache was already beginning to pound in her temples from her champagne flute thievery the night before. She needed more sleep. More darkness. 

She was most definitely not a morning person. Especially hungover. 

A knock at her door sounded and Wren moaned. 

"Go away," she whined, but her voice was muffled against her sheets. 

The door swung open and Wren knew without even glancing up that it was her mother. Only her mother was so insensitive to her privacy. 

"Great news. The party went well yesterday and your father is going to be setting up another meeting with the ambassadors to start their advertising." 

"Was this really so important that you had to wake me up?" Wren shoved the sheets back down and glared at her mother who was already up and dressed in a pristine pant suit. 

"I'm telling you this because your father wants you to attend the meeting." 

"Why?" Wren sat up, her mouth dropping open. "Was last night not torture enough?" 

"He thinks your social skills are lacking. He thinks you shadowing him will help you refine your skills in the political world." Her mother's gaze was sharp, her eyes narrowing. "Also you left the party early last night and your father wasn't particularly happy with you." 

Wren huffed and ran a hand through her wild hair that was in desperate need of a shower. She had left the party right after running into that guy in the courtyard. She hadn't even waited for Sang to take her home. She hailed a cab and got home before nine. She had yet to check her messages and already knew Sang wouldn't be happy with her. 

"I left because it was boring." 

"You are the daughter of the prime minister, young lady. Your attitude needs to change." Her mother's jaw was set tight and Wren knew that look. She wasn't budging and Wren hated when her parents were ruthlessly inflexible. It made her want to fight back until her voice was hoarse. She hated being told what to do. 

"Maybe this will give you a new perspective." Her mother paused. "And you won't be getting your car back until you cooperate. So I suggest you do as your father says." 

Wren was barely able to bite her tongue. Her car was the only thing keeping her from boiling over. 

"Fine. I'll go." Wren got out of bed and stomped towards her bathroom. She didn't even look back at her mother before slamming the door and staring the shower. 

***

"You could've texted," Sang said as he drove Wren to the meeting with the World Expo ambassadors. 

"Don't mope, Sang. I was fine taking a cab home." Wren picked at a loose thread on her jacket as she glared out the window. She hated that she was being forced to follow her father around for the World Expo stuff and she was effectively losing her mind not being able to fight. It was getting harder and harder not to throw punches at the people around her. It would feel so good to just let off a little steam...

"If your parents didn't already know how completely disobedient you are, I would probably be fired by now." 

"They won't fire you, Sang. You're the only one willing to stick around and try to babysit me."