His Smile... (Part1) [JK]

I'll Finally Be Free

{MinJi's POV}

"MinJi..." Jungkook says as he breaks the kiss again.

"W-What?"

"Admit it, you're falling for me, aren't you?" He whispers into my ear with a smirk.

What do I do? Do I tell him that my feelings are growing for him? Will he reject me? Will he do the opposite of rejecting me?

My heart pounds against my rib cage and all I can do is stand there in silence. He pulls away and laughs while saying, "I'm just kidding."

He's kidding?

"W-What do you mean you're kidding? Kidding about what?"

"I mean exactly what I said. I'm just joking with you. I'm joking about you falling for me and I'm certainly just messing around when it comes to kissing you", he says as he takes my phone out of his pocket.

"Oh, and here." He tosses my phone towards me and starts to walk away.

"Go ahead and go home while you're at it", he says and leaves the coffee shop.

What just happened? What did I do?

I take my backpack from the floor and swing it over my shoulder. I turn on my phone and see that I've gotten 8 missed calls.

6 from my dad, and 2 from MiCha.

I sigh and walk out of the coffee shop while texting my dad.

I tell him that I'm on my way home and that I've gotten a part time job to help support us.

I hope he takes it okay.

By the time I make it home, I can't help but sniffle and feel my anger boil at the thought of Jungkook.

He kisses me and says that he's joking?!! That he's messing with me?! Who does he think he is to just kiss me and then walk off like that?! What the hell is his problem..

I knew he was like my ex..

I open the front door of my house and walk inside to see everything a mess. I walk over to the couch and see my dad sitting there, reading the text I sent him.

"How come you didn't answer my calls MinJi?" He says in a deep cracked voice.

"My phone battery died and I didn't charge it until recently", I say as he gets up from the couch.

"Answer my calls you bitch!!"

He throws his phone across the room and it smashes into pieces. I jump at the loud noise and he looks at me with disgust.

"So how was fucking that boy? Did you satisfy your whore needs?"

I stay quiet at his words and he kicks the table in front of the couch.

"Of course you would whore around. You're just like your mother" he says and looks at me with hatred in his eyes.

"Mom was never a whore!!!"

I yell at my father and immediately regret the words that spilled from my mouth.

Crap, I'm really going to get it now...

I feel a hard slap across my face and I fall to the ground.

"Dad stop this isn't you!!" I continue to yell for him to stop, and eventually he does..

He pulls me up so that I'm standing and walks out of the living room.

"Stay here", he says in a gruff voice. He comes back a few minutes later holding something in his hands.