Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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I cried myself to sleep that night. It had been so long since I had done it, the last time being when I had come to terms with the fact that my father wanted nothing to do with me unless it was in the interest of his company. I resented the way I felt when it came to him. Growing up, I wanted to be the perfect daughter and I wanted him to shower me in the love I knew all the other kids got from their parents. But it never happened. My father refused to acknowledge me, no matter what I did.
Deep down I knew it. Knew that he didn't have the familial love for me that a child was supposed to have when it came to their parents. But to have it so ruthlessly thrown in my face last night was too much. Namjoon was concerned. He brought me back to the apartment like I asked. He offered me food and tried to get me to eat, but I refused. All I had really wanted to do was go to bed and forget everything that happened. So that's what we did. Namjoon gave me one of his shirts to sleep in, I changed and went through the motions of my nightly routine, and we slid under the sheets together. I curled into his side and even though I was sure he could feel the way my body shook with my sobs; he didn't say anything.
He traced soft patterns up and down my arm until I was finished and had passed out from exhaustion. My eyes opened with the blinding rays of the sun peeking through his curtains. I squinted against them, groaning as my head pounded. I felt like shit. Probably looked like it too with how swollen my eyes felt. I was still wrapped in Namjoon's embrace. His arms like a steel cage around me and while it was nice and I really wanted to wake up like this all the time, it was hot.
Someone had cranked the heater as the nights got colder and I was too used to sleeping with at least a fan, even in the dead of winter. I wriggled, trying to loosen his hold enough for me to slither out from under him. Amazingly enough the man slept like a bear. All my movement didn't stir him at all as I finally worked an arm loose. I threw my hand behind me, hoping to grab the headboard, or maybe even the side of the bed for leverage to pull the rest of my body out of his death grip.
Instead of wood or soft mattress though, my hand smacked something hard, but pliant, and warm. Very warm. The answering groan and catch of my wrist had me whipping my head around in alarm. At this point, I shouldn't even be surprised with how often the others ended up in the bed with me, or at the very least, in the same room. However, Jin's mop of tousled chocolate hair and very bare chest, was something I wasn't sure my imagination could have conjured up. He pulled me closer, and while it extracted me from Namjoon's iron grip, I found myself in Jin's now.
His features pinched together cutely as he turned his face from the sun. His hair splaying over the pillow and cheeks red from the heat in the room. Heat that I had temporarily forgotten about while I was appreciating him. My gaze drifted between the two of them. Both Namjoon and Jin were so handsome. Waking up between the both of them was one thing I would love to get used to, but for now, I needed to escape this furnace. I began wriggling again in Jin's hold, but unfortunately for me, he wasn't as heavy a sleeper as Namjoon.
