President | Kim Minji X Female Reader

Sudden Confession

Y/N, sweetie, what are you still doing here?" the primary school teacher asked with concern as she discovered one of her students waiting alone on a bench.

"Waiting for my mom," the little girl replied innocently.

"But it's been two hours since everyone left," the teacher noted, glancing at her watch. She couldn't help but feel worried about the child. "Let's go to the office, so I can call your parents."

Another hour passed before Y/N's dad finally arrived to pick her up. He apologized and explained that his wife had encountered an emergency. When Y/N inquired about the nature of the emergency, Howard dismissed it as unimportant and whisked her away to have dinner at her favorite restaurant. At that moment, he attempted to compensate for the missed time and the confusion Y/N experienced.

The chaos unfolding before her young eyes was both bewildering and distressing. Y/N felt a mixture of fear, confusion, and a deep sadness welling up inside her. It was a moment that would forever be etched in her memory—a vivid reminder of the fragility of her family's dynamics and the turbulence that resided beneath the surface.

"That is the first memory of my childhood that I can recall," Y/N shared, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window.

Dr. Park, her therapist, listened attentively and leaned forward. "How old were you at that time?" she inquired gently.

"Probably five or six," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "It was the first day of elementary school."

Dr. Park nodded understandingly. "So, she was intoxicated? Did she often drink excessively?"

Y/N sighed, her brows furrowing as she delved into the memories of her past. "She enjoyed partying and having friends over. But it was rare to see her in such a drunken state."

"I see," Dr. Park acknowledged, making a note of Y/N's response. "Well, we're done for today. I'm genuinely glad that you've started opening up about your mother."

"Sarah," Y/N corrected. 

Dr. Park softly laughed. "Right. Sorry." 

Y/N was walking to class in the morning when Wonyoung appeared by her side, catching her attention.

"So, my dad is mad because we drank his favorite whiskey," Wonyoung said, causing Y/N to burst into laughter.

"At least he's not mad about the party," Y/N replied, recalling the lively gathering they had at Wonyoung's house. 

"I'm his princess, he's never mad at me," Wonyoung said with a mischievous grin, embodying her playful nature.

"Of course," Y/N teased, rolling her eyes playfully. "Tell me the brand, and I'll buy a new one for him."

"It's an expensive one," Wonyoung replied, pausing as they stopped outside the classroom, with a few minutes to spare before the class started.

"Money's not a problem," Y/N shrugged nonchalantly.

"Ah, you sound just like me," Wonyoung joked, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a hug. "Aren't we made for each other?"

Chuckling, Y/N nudged Wonyoung gently. "Let's go inside, the teacher is coming."

Wonyoung, being her usual flirtatious self, left a kiss on Y/N's cheek before playfully winking at her. She then turned around and made her way into the classroom.