"W-what the hell a-are you even wearing?" He looks away swiftly, bringing his hand up to his mouth.
You look down to yourself, your white top which has got all transparent and the fact that you are not even wearing your pants. You let out a gasp br...
"If you think you are gonna crash, then accelerate harder you idiot"
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You smile at the lyrics, bopping your head to the beat, taking the last bite from the large cup of mint chocolate flavoured ice cream you're eating.
The only thing that can help make your mood better.
Sitting in front of your window, feeling the cool breeze, the moon being the only source of light. Although the surrounding was calm and peaceful but something still feels suffocating.
You wince at the lights being switched on, your eyes clench at the brightness. You turn around to see your dad enter the room, Mouth leaving a silent sigh, taking out your headphones. "What is it?" You goad.
Your father brings his mobile up to your face. You narrow your eyes leaning forward to read the screen.
It's an article
"Minster Kim Dae Hyun's daughter spotted in club Dstar"
you roll your eyes. Not this again.
"I told you to stop paying attention to all this silly articles, they are just looking for scandals" you say hoping he would let go of this.
Your father looks at you in disbelief and then pinches his brows "You know how much it affects me, that club is surmise for selling drugs" he grunts taking a seat in front of you. "I told you not to go places like this, but you just don't listen to me"
The anger in his voice is quite clear and this is not the first time you are arguing about this topic. "Why should I not enjoy my life because of your profession?" you irk "besides it's not like I am taking drugs or doing something illegal"
"I don't like that attitude" your father raises his voice calling out your name. You grit your teeth "of course you don't! What do you even like about me? You hate my hobby's ! You hate my friends! You hate my hair colour! You just hate my existence" you shriek.
He glares at you "don't forget you are a public figure's daughter! Red hair?" he soffs "It's looks vulgar"
"ITS MY HAIR!" You yell out of frustration.
He clenches his jaw "you should learn from your brother!" A groan leaves from your mouth listening his words. "All you do is try to find ways to ruin my reputation, pick fights with me. I am just done with you" he adds with a huff.
You raise your eyebrows. "I am done too" you exclaim "done with you!, this house, this life!" You swiftly raise from your bed walking to your closet.
May be you're being a bit dramatic but you need a change and nothing is gonna change if you're spending your time with your dad.
"What are you doing?" he asks as you start removing your clothes from your closet.
"I am 20 now, you can't force me to live in your house anymore. I am leaving!!" you declare taking out a large suitcase under your bed.
"You don't even know how the real world works" your father scoffs. "do whatever you want, I am sure you will come back limping in a month or two" he mocks, walking out of the room, slamming the door in the process.
You flop on your bed.
Leaving the house!
You were not going to back out after saying. You were not a spoiled rich girl who needed shelter of her uncompromising dad.
You get up packing up all your essentials in a large suitcase. Taking a decent amount of cash out from your safe lock. You always had plans of running alway from this hell. Better to be prepared.
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"Is everything alright dear?" The Middle Aged lady who works as a maid in your house asks you "I just saw Mr Kim rush out of youe room, he looked upset"
"it's nothing big, Ajumma" you assure her. She is the only one who understands you, has helped raise you and your brother and has taken care of you more than your parents ever did.
"I am leaving, I don't want to stay here anymore" you say dragging your suitcase out as she follows you carrying the bewildered expression "I will take care of myself, you don't have to worry" you add watching her concerned eyes.
"When will you be back?" She asks holding your arm.
You mind goes blank because you yourself don't have the answer of that. "I don't know. I don't want to ever" you mumble.
You bid her farewell telling her again not to worry to much and to take care of herself.
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You walk down the street with your suitcase to the main road. It's almost midnight and quite cold. You take out your phone, hesitating before calling the only person you could think of in this lonely night.
The call is picked up after a couple of rings
"I thought you forgot about my existence" the beaming voice speaks form your phone.
You melt hearing his voice after months. Fuck! you missed him so much. The only person you could ever depend on. The one who never left your side. You fight away the urge to cry.
"Jungkook-ah" your voice cracks.
"Hey..are you okay?"he asks hearing you breath heavily.
"Come pick me"
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Thankyou for reading. This is my very first ff. If you have come till here please look forward to my work. 💜
Warning Tags 🏷️⚠️
-Angst -smut - past physical and verbal abuse - light homophobia -panic and anxiety attacks
