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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Being confronted with the evidence of just how much of my privacy had been exposed. Knowing I was being followed, watched, all of it was beyond violating. I stared down at the photos, wanting nothing more than to rip them to pieces and that be the end of it. It was one thing for my father to do this to me, but knowing he was hell bent on ruining the lives of my partners too pushed me past my breaking point. I threw them all to the floor, feeling the tears prickle the corners of my eyes before overflowing and dripping onto them.
My legs gave out beneath me, my back sliding down the counter until I met the floor. Unable to stand the sight of my father's evidence, I pulled my knees to my chest and laid my head on them, finally letting the sobs burst forth. Vaguely, I registered my phone ringing, but I couldn't answer it. I knew who it was. But I couldn't stomach the thought of facing any of them right now. It was my fault anyway. Their own personal lives being dredged up for scrutiny and any semblance of their privacy shattered all because they were involved with me.
It was stupid of me to think he wouldn't have found out. It would only be a matter of time before he knew the real reason behind why I was with all of them. I had been so wrapped up in them and the feelings they gave me. The happiness, the warmth, the love and tenderness. All things I hadn't had before. I was so consumed with the fairytale that was my life with them that I forgot just how much hell I lived with realistically. I balled myself up tighter, trying to keep my tears at bay, but it only made me cry harder. The time I spent with them making me forget how I used to deal with all my emotions prior to meeting them.
I wanted to turn it off. Everything I was feeling. Wished I could stop time so I could just stay here and never have to see anyone or deal with anything anymore. Pretend that everything wasn't crashing down around me, and I was helpless to stop it. The chime over the front door rang, harsh breathing reaching my ears before my name was called.
"Y/N!"
I didn't raise my head. I couldn't. Couldn't look at him. Another sob escaped me, strong enough to wrack my body with it as I buried my face deeper into my lap.
"I don't know Jin, I'm checking the back room. Hang on." He almost yelled into the phone, his voice breathy and panicky.
From the limited view I had between my hair and under my arm, I saw his shoes sprint past the counter headed for the back room before screeching against the polished concrete flooring in his haste to stop.
"She's here." He said quickly, relief flooding his tone before hanging up.
He crouched next to me, one hand landing over my own around my legs before I pulled away sharply.
"Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?"
My movement crumpled the pictures under my feet, the images finally catching Namjoon's attention as he let me go long enough to pick them up off the floor. The last thing I wanted was for him to see them. To see them and know that it was because of me they were taken in the first place. More tears streaming down my cheeks as I waited for him to be upset with me.
