"Why do you always share every fucking thing between us with Jimin?" he roared, glaring at her.
"There is no us, do you get it?" She said in loud voice.
"Stop playing games, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed, his fingertips digging into her arms, leaving a...
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•Love whispered its sweet promise•
🎀•Chapter Four•🎀
Y/N's sleepy footsteps echoed through the quiet house as she made her way down the stairs, still in her comfy pajamas. The morning light hadn't come yet, leaving everything wrapped in a peaceful darkness.
As she headed to the kitchen, craving some coffee to wake her up, a sudden voice startled her.
"Good morning, princess!" her dad called from the kitchen, making her jump. She instinctively placed a hand on her chest, trying to calm her racing heart, and shot him an annoyed look.
"You scared me, Dad!" she gasped, still catching her breath. "What are you doing up at this hour?"
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. It was four in the morning, way too early for her dad to be active in the kitchen. She wanted to know what was really going on.
"I... uh... I wanted some tea, and your mom was asleep, so I thought I'd make some," he stammered, trying to explain himself.
Y/N frowned, glancing around the room until her eyes landed on a few inhalers on the countertop.
"You were having trouble breathing, weren't you?" she asked, her voice shifting to serious concern. His vague answer only confirmed what she suspected. She'd seen this before—he hated admitting when he wasn't feeling well.
"Dad, how many times do I have to tell you not to be a superhero? You need to let us know when you're not feeling good," she scolded, frustration creeping into her tone.
"Oh my God, Y/N, it's not like that," he said, trying to defend himself, sounding a bit guilty.
Desperate to change the subject, he asked, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
Y/N stood her ground, not letting him shift the focus. "I came to make some cold coffee. I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd watch a movie," she replied, a bit defiantly.
"Do you want tea?" she offered, her worry for him breaking through her annoyance. He smiled, and his face softened as he nodded.
"I'll bring it to your room, Papa, and grab your inhalers," she said.
Just as she turned to head to the kitchen, she spotted a pack of cigarettes hidden in the shadows. A frustrated groan slipped out.
"Papa, you're smoking again," she said, disappointment heavy in her voice. He kept smiling, but his eyes showed he felt a bit bad.
"When I smoke, I feel like I can finally breathe, kiddo," he admitted, ruffling her hair before heading back to his room.
Y/N watched him go, a mix of sadness and concern bubbling inside her. "When is he going to quit smoking?" A tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away, refusing to let herself feel too down.
