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Her kind soul may have led her to her doom. But she held no regrets in helping the lost boy. The thing she did regret was what he brought. His father.
Not once did the thought that she'd become the mother of a child belonging to the most feared a...
Please ignore any grammar or spelling errors I might have made. Besides that enjoy your read!
"Prisoner" by The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey
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Breakfast.
The most important meal of the day. At least that's what the doctor tells you. Factually speaking, they are correct but for me it seems to be the most neglected meal of the day.
And starting today, it's the most horrifying meal of the day.
Why? Well I'm having it with a torture loving psychopath. A rich and powerful one. This man is most likely going to kill me in the most inhumane way possible. My awaiting death has been postponed for a reason that even Lucifer himself doesn't know. And to make matters worse, he is insanely protective of his young son. Who is attached to me by the hip, literally.
Youngjae has refused to let go of me ever since I picked him up. Everyone had their fair share of trying to pry him off. The maids, Nannie's, the assistant, shit, even I tried to pry him off but the little guy has a grip stronger than a gorilla.
The only one who didn't try or come within a five feet radius of us was his father. The man just sat there actively ignoring us.
So here we are. Eating breakfast with Jay on my lap while I feed him. Making his father glare at me. I don't know what he wants me to do. Should I let the boy starve? Because I'm not gonna let the child starve. And if I attempt to lift him off me he begins to cry. Which crying might lead to strangling. Of me, not the child.
We spent ten minutes eating in pure and utter silence. Except for the sound of the gravel crunching under the moving feet of the multiple bodyguards walking and watching around the gazebo. Making me think: Dang. This Johnny Suh fellow must be a very big deal if it means having five guards with him at all times.
Johnny spoke up.
"He can feed himself." He said coldly, as my hand holding a small spoonful of rice stopped halfway towards Youngjae's mouth. Making him let out a little whine. I whispered a small "Sorry." while handing the spoon over to the boy. Who takes it without a problem. I frowned a little at that since he insisted he couldn't hold it.
Little lying shit.
I got completely fooled by a 5 year old.
Johnny didn't say anything after that. He just continued eating. I just sat there watching Youngjae enjoy his food. Giving him an encouraging smile whenever he'd turn around to look at me. When he was finished he jumped off my lap and ran over to the playground that was hidden amongst the trees of the garden. But before jumping off he gave me a kiss on my cheek.
Once he was out of hearing range. Johnny spoke up again.
"It seems like you're just as attached to my son as he is of you." He expresses as he continues to eat his breakfast. I turned to look at him, confused. "Pardon me?" What does he mean by that? I wondered.
