Somebody Does Love

Daddy Knows

"Hannah, is this what you have been doing here? My aboeji threw something at me as soon as I walked into the house. My face turned pale as soon as I picked it up. It is a picture of me and Yoongi.  

"Why, of all people, are you dating an idol?" he inquired.

"What is wrong with that, Aboeji?" I replied, keeping my head up.

My father looks at me as if he intends to strangle me. If there is one trait I inherited from him, it is his stubbornness.

"You break up with him," he said firmly. 

"Or what, Aboeji? Are you going to treat him the same as Helene's ex-boyfriend?"I was yelling at my father."I hate you, Aboeji!"

My father's slap knocked me to the floor. My cheek was stinging. I could taste blood from a tear on my lip. I suppressed the urge to gag.

"Baek-hyun!"

"Aboeji!"

My mother and sister both gasped with surprise.

Eomonie. and Helene ran to my side and helped me get up.

I saw my father dialing his phone. He turned it on speaker mode so we could hear his conversation with the person he was calling.

"Hello boss?" I heard a man's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Have you seen him?"

"Yes, boss. He was just getting out of the venue."

My eyes opened wide in horror."No!" I yanked myself from my mother's embrace and kneeled in front of my father, rubbing my palms together in a plea to him.

"Please, aboeji. Please do not hurt Yoongi. I will do what you have asked. Just do not do anything to him, Abeoji. Please!"I beg him.

My father's expression softened for a brief moment, but it vanished as quickly. He said over the phone, "Do not do anything." I will contact you again. He ended the call without waiting for the other party to respond.

He looked at me sternly and said, "Do it now, Hannah. You are aware of my impatience."

"Yes, aboeji." My head hangs low in defeat. The tears that streamed down my cheek aggravated the pain where my father slapped me.

He told my mother to put something in my face before slamming the door behind him.

Helene helped me up and led me to the couch. There were so many ideas running through my head. I need to make a plan. I have to get it done quickly.

I sigh in relief as my mother applies cream to my face. The sensation subsided slightly, allowing me to think more clearly. Everything fell into place after I remembered a specific person.

I stood up and bolted upstairs to my bedroom. I hoped my father had not gone through my belongings yet.

I moved quickly, opening a drawer containing all of the important documents I knew I needed and placing them in one of my larger handbags. I can not take any of my clothes because they will be suspicious of my intentions.
I also took my small cash stash, then went to the bathroom and grabbed the pregnancy kits from one of the cabinets.

I am nearly done. There was only one more step I needed to complete. My hands were shaking when I took out my stationery and pen.

My eyes continue to well up with tears. My heart was shattered with every word I wrote. I took a look around my bedroom. There were a lot of memories Yoongi and I shared. My gaze fell to the bed, and I burst into tears once again.

Have I ever said I love you to Yoongi?

Finally, I calmed down. I went back downstairs. Helene and Eomonie both looked up when they heard my footsteps.

"I have to go Helene, Eomonie." I said hugging them both.

Helene stared into my eyes and pulled me again for an embrace. She knew. She would always knew. She knew me better than our mother. "Be careful, my little one." When I heard her endearment for me, I smiled. She was only five years older than me, but she raised me because our parents were so busy expanding their business that they frequently left us with our nannies.

Once inside my car, I dialed the number I never imagined myself calling.

I was losing hope because it had been ringing for quite some time.

"Hello? I was taken aback when the phone call connected.

"It's me Hannah."

******

I watch Yoongi sleep, memorizing every detail of his face. I don't want to risk waking him up by touching him.

My heart sinks with each step I take. But I have to do this. If my father knew that I am pregnant, he will go berserk. I am confident Yoongi will fight for us, but I know my father well. So it is better for me to walk away rather than complicate things for Yoongi.

I made sure to drive pass the black car that was parked in front of Yoongi's home. The man outside who was lighting a cigarette jumped up in surprise when I honked.

I stepped on the accelerator just as the man threw his cigarette and immediately got in his car. I drove as fast as I can, but I don't have to drive that far. I only rounded a block to park my car in an abandoned building.

A red car was already waiting there for me. I quickly packed my belongings and transferred to the other car.

"Pink range rover? Really, Hannah?" The first question she ever asked me when I got into her car.

"Just drive, Karisa." I told her.

"Always bossy, are we," she commented, laughing.

"Sorry."I apologized. "I'm just so nervous."

"So, I guess we are even now?" She turned to me.

"Yeah. Thank you for agreeing to help me.

"Not a problem. But are you absolutely certain you want to do this?

"Yes."

Karisa sped away as if the devil was on her tail.