I like the dark room. I like his angry eyes.
The skeletons in his closet give me butterflies.
I didn't try to run and now I'm paying the price,
But what to do, father? This prison feels like paradise.
He treats me so well, he's always so nice!
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On the way back home, Sara couldn't really stop thinking about Taehyung. He had quite a personality packed in that malnourished little body. So intelligent, so gentle. Soft-spoken. Yet, straight-forward. Well-mannered, yet outspoken. Respectful, yet feisty.
And oddly sophisticated.
Over the next few weeks, Sara felt tempted to come by again. But for some reason, she didn't want to upset him. So she bought a butterfly knife. Maybe, if she went there with this knife, she could defend herself well. And make him proud?
These people don't know, she's a Mexican drug lord's daughter. And the granddaughter of a yakuza leader.
They shouldn't really be messing with her anyway. Or her little sister.
But this time, she didn't want to go empty-handed. So she sneaked into her kitchen, only to surprise herself upon finding little Roa already there, standing on the bar stool to come to level with the kitchen counter.
Sara blinked in surprise as she stood at the doorway and cleared her throat to announce her presence.
Roa stopped in the middle of slapping butter on bread. "What's going on?" she asked.
"I should be asking that!" Sara shot back, "What are you doing here? And what's this mess?"
"Shhh!" Roa hushed her up as she pinned a little finger to her lips and giggled. Then she ushered her elder sister over and pointed excitedly at a big platter. Sara almost gasped in horror the moment she saw it.
There were like a sixty slices of bread, butter on all of them, but little darling was almost tearing the slices in half with the violent way she was putting it on. It looked like bread murder.
"What's thi— Roa are you crazy!" Sara whisper-yelled as she grabbed the platter and began to examine the suffering loaf with horrified eyes. "Mom's gonna kill us!"
"You mean kiss us," Roa corrected Sara proudly.
Sara flared her nostrils, "No." she exhaled like a bull ready to charge, "Kill. MOM'S GONNA KILL ME FIRST, MOOOVE!" Roa squeaked in surprise and jumped off her stool.
Sara thought it was better to pretend Mom was coming home anytime soon, at least Roa would always have something to look forward to. But this way... ughhh.
"I was just trying to make breakfast for the next two weeks so mom doesn't have to work!" Roa whined, smacking Sara's thighs with the napkin. Sara slapped Roa away, "Bread catches fungus in three days, Roa. This isn't even gonna last a week, at least ask first before you try to help. By the looks of it, you just added more workload for Mom. AND ME."
Roa's lips trembled as she glared at Sara with watery eyes. "No one understands me in this household."
"Go to another one then," Sara muttered as she turned the stove on and threw the pan on, hoping to work on the damage control.
