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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Jin:
I watched warily as Y/N's father made a beeline for Yoongi. Rage was evident in his gait and the way his fists were clenched at his sides. Yoongi wasn't any better. A darkness lay behind his eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time. A time when he was younger and had less control over his emotions and acted before thinking. Figuring there was a good chance this could turn ugly pretty quickly, I intercepted. Stepping in front of Yoongi to cut off the man who'd been at the forefront of all our issues lately. He halted, giving me a quick once over scoffing.
"You're one of them, aren't you?"
"Mr. L/N, my name is Dr. Kim Seokjin. I'm one of the physicians assigned to your daug-"
"I don't give a fuck who you are. You and anyone else who is or ever was involved with my daughter will leave. You're off her case." He spit at me.
"Sir, your daughter's conditi-"
"Did you not hear me?" He narrowed his eyes, taking another step closer to me.
It was meant to be threatening. The action a little less so with him having to look up at me. I was taller, my stature a bit wider than him. And if I were a fighter, I probably could have taken him if it came to that, but it was against my nature. I became a doctor to help people. Engaging in violence did the opposite of that. I believed that talking could solve a majority of people's issues. When they would let you get a word in, that is.
"Anything to do with my daughter no longer concerns you. I don't need you to explain her condition to me. I can fucking figure it out myself. I suggest you and the rest of your group of conmen get out of my sight before I have you forcibly removed from the premises."
I sighed, beginning to feel my patience wearing thin. No wonder Namjoon and Y/N had a distaste for the man. I could feel Yoongi shaking behind me. His fuse shortening by the minute, and I desperately needed to deescalate the situation before it got out of hand.
"Tempers are running hot right now. I understand the circumstances in which we're all here is stressful, but if we calm down and talk rationally for the sake of Y/N-"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you speak on behalf of my daughter and tell me what to do."
"I care for her. We all-" I held out my hands trying to placate him, but he smacked them away with enough force to cause me to stumble back.
His laugh cut me off. The disbelief on his face offensive as he dismissed my words.
"You care about her? You think she cares for you in return? Want to know exactly what that bitch does behind your back?"
Before I could blink, Yoongi shot around me. His hands grabbing fistfuls of Y/N's father's shirt as he backed him up across the hallway to slam him against the wall. He grunted with the impact, Y/N's mother's worried voice begging Yoongi to let him go as Yoongi leaned in.
