Brat || F!Yandere X F!Reader

Daddy's Home

It took slow, careful movements, but eventually you were able to get off the couch without waking Ha-Joon. As quick and quiet as a mouse, you gathered all your things and made your way to the door...

Except you ran into someone in the middle of your great escape.

Mr Choi was in the entrance way, sitting on a chair with his arms crossed like he was just waiting for you. You froze, debated looking for another exit --maybe even crawling out of one of the first-floor windows-- but it was too late. He had seen you.

"So you're the prostitute that my daughter has been spending all her allowance on," he drawled.

You blinked. Just how big was her allowance if she could afford to regularly buy your services on it? You started to do some mental calculations before stopping yourself. It didn't matter, especially now that you wouldn't be accepting her --or anyone, really-- as a client anymore.

"I prefer the term escort," you said at last.

"I'm sure you do. I bet manure would rather be called fertilizer, but it's just shit at the end of the day." Well now, that was unnecessarily rude.

You tried to hurry past him. "I'll be leaving now."

But Mr Choi stood up from his seat and blocked the entrance way with his tall, broad body. Ha-Joon must have inherited her slight stature from her mother, because her father was a giant. "Not so fast. We have much to talk about, you and I."

"What could a father have to discuss with his daughter's hooker?"

"More than you'd think. Let's talk in the kitchen. Inside voices, please. We wouldn't want to wake Ha-Joon." How did he know that? Were there cameras around the house? Had he been watching you, with his daughter?! If so, did he do that for every session or just today's?!

If you wanted an audience, you would have gone into pornography rather than escorting.

He all but herded you into the kitchen. For every step forward he took, you took two steps back. Soon you had your back up against the stove, the knobs digging into the small of your back.

Once he was satisfied he had you right where he wanted you, he took a seat at the kitchen table, blocking the room's only exit. He sure liked to cut off your means of escape.

"How did your little 'session' go?" Mr Choi asked, like he didn't already know.

"Great. You daughter's got some grade-A mommy issues, I tell you that much. What happened to her mother?"

He ignored your question, just tutted disapprovingly. "Here I thought discretion was one of the virtues of high-end escorts."

That rubbed you the wrong way. "I'm not an escort anymore," you said. "I can say whatever I want. For example... Your daughter once sucked me good and hard through my jorts. And then she thanked me for the pleasure. Now, what the fuck happened to Ha-Joon's real mommy?"

Outrage was painted plainly across his expression, but he somehow managed to suppress it. "Some women weren't meant to be mothers," he snarled.

You instinctually placed a protective hand over your stomach. The action caught Mr Choi's attention right away but, before he could say anything, you added, "And some men weren't meant to be fathers."

After all, if he was such a good father, why did Ha-Joon have to pay you to feel appreciated, praised, loved?

After that jab, he just looked at you for the longest time, as if you were a frog pinned to a specimen board and he was debating where to make the first incision.

"I do everything I can to make my daughter happy. Case in point... I have a job offer for you."

Whatever it was, you didn't want it. "I decline."

Mr Choi let out a dark chuckle. "Really? You really want to refuse me, with everything you have to lose?"

You scoffed in response. "So what if the joint venture falls through?"

"I'm not talking about the joint venture. I'm talking about your budding family. Imagine if your fiance somehow died tomorrow... Would your regulars still want you when you're heavy with child?"

Dread washed over you as you stood there gaping. You were too smart to dismiss this as an imaginary scenario. No... He was threatening you.

"What do you want?" You asked, all hushed and horrified.

"I want my daughter safe and of a sound mind again. She's tried to kill herself four times in the last month following your little breakup. Do you have any shame at all?" That last question was spat like venom.

"Ha-Joon's happiness is not my responsibility."

"It is now. So, about the job... As an employee of the Choi Household, you'll be paid a salary, of course. Likely more than you got charging for your services by the hour..." Mr Choi said more, droning on and on, but you could barely hear him over the rush of blood in your ears.

It wasn't a real job offer anyway. It was coercion.

"What if Ha-Joon doesn't want me anymore?" You blurted out, desperate for some loophole.

He paused, obviously annoyed at having been interrupted. "I find that hard to believe, seeing as you're all she wants right now... But, if that ever happens, you'll be free to go." So there was some light at the end of the tunnel. "So what do you say?"

"What choice do I have?"

And, like a cartoon villain, he just laughed.