BOUND BY HATRED | Sookook

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Jisoo

My father and his wife stood up in hurry to greet him and surprisingly this was the first time when I found my dad hyperactive. "Come sit with us, son" My stepmother gestured him towards the couch.

What the fuck? Son? Am I missing out something? I looked at all of them in confusion and before I could ask anything, that man come and sat next to me on the chair instead of going to the living room.

"You should take care of yourself" he said to me as I furrowed my eyebrows but before I could proceed anything, he took me off guards by taking my palms gently in his hand and slowly pulled out the glass pieces that were stuck inside my flesh.

I hissed in pain and opened my mouth to say something when I felt that how warm his touch was. He pulled out the white cotton napkin from his pocket and gently wrapped it around my wrist. I kept my eyes fixed on the white piece if cloth that turned red in an instant with my blood.

I blinked thrice to register that what the hell was going on. In an instant, I pulled my hand away from his hold and stood up. "Dude, who the fuck gave you permission to touch me?"

He didn't even spare me a glance but the corner of his lips were twitching in annoying smirk and at that moment, I wished to punch myself for drooling over his gorgeous looks.

He must be some stupid political associate of my father and was trying to act cool to impress my father. I grabbed the bowl of Ramen and exhaled a breath in frustration l. It turned soggy and my stomach is about to suicide if I don't feed it. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the fork and stuffed noodles inside my mouth. Although my wounded hand hurts but still I purposely ate like a pig to irritate Dad Infront of his guest.

"This brat-" My stepmother stood up to say something but the man in black suit held up his hand in the air to stop her.

"Mr. Kim, why don't you introduce me to Jisoo" he said to my dad. Holy shit! This freak knows my name too?

I shook my head to clear that bastard thought and shifted my attention to my stepmother who was fuming in anger at my behaviour. So to irritate her more, I faked a cough and purposely slipped bowl from my hand only to let all my ramen land on the suit of that man who dared to touch me earlier.

All three pairs of eyes turned in my direction and I simply shrugged my shoulders unbother by my action. "I'm sorry, it's slipped from my hands" I said acting innocently.

"JISOO!" Dad screamed loud enough to make me flinch a little but I immediately act as I'm not affect by his outburst.

"I'm going to my room" I mumbled and decided to leave when my dad suddenly said.

"Meet Jeon Jungkook, who going to be your husband in the future" This enough to made me snapped back at them with my eyes widen by the information.

"Pardon?"

"You are going to marry him" My dad said, this time in clearly tone to make sure I heard each of his words.

I looked at the man Jungkook or whatever the hell his name was in plain silence, as he remained calm even after I poured the bowl of Ramen over him. Without looking at me he just stood still. Dad was drinking the glass of water to calm himself down but his expression told me that he was ashamed of me.

As if I care.

And my dear stepmother was glaring ate as if she was going to kill me right here, right now. I snickered in disbelief. "Don't tell me that this slut has arranged my marriage to some bland psychopath who can't even text to being food thrown over him?"