OBSESSION | Sookook

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Jisoo's POV

I get bored waiting for my father, yes here I am at my father's mansion paying him a visit. I got up from the couch and looked around my father's office to kill time. I checked out the bookshelf taking a few books to check out but quickly put them back as it wasn't anything that interested me.

I sighed loudly and plopped down the desk chair, spinning around in boredom. An idea popped in my mind and I started to check the drawers for blank papers. Since I had to wait anyway I might as well just kill time by drawing.

"Oh, that looks familiar" I mutter, I found a necklace that looked like the one i had lost. I grabbed it, examining it only to gasp loudly when I realised it really was my necklace.

"What are you doing in here?" Jackson was by the door with his usual blank face staring deadly at me.

"Waiting for my dad, what else does it look like I'm doing?" I didn't care if it came out bitchy. He didn't deserve me being nice to him after he backhanded me across the face.

"It looks like you're snooping around", he snatched the necklace out of my hand.

"It's mine, give it back!" Jackson tried to push me away when I got close, but I quickly grabbed his arm before he could.

"Try to fucking touch me, and I will make sure you will get something much worse than a nasty scar on your face", i hissed at him. Now that I was close, I could see the faded but long nasty scar on his left cheek. His nose was slightly crooked as well, making me think that was probably what Yeonjun was hinting at. Damn...had Jungkook really cut his face and broken his nose at the same time?

Jackson made the smart decision as he immediately backing away from me.

"What's going on here?" My father frowned as he looked back and forth between us.

"Nothing's going on. I was just waiting for you and Jackson was about to leave" We continue to glare at each other, neither of us showing signs of backing down.

"She was being a nosy bitch and stopped around" Jackson said he'd up the necklace to show it to my father. My father says something but I didn't hear anything, my anger fuelling at the sight of his snug grin for calling me bitch.

"I dare you call me that one more time, and you might just accidentally drop dead to the fucking ground" I took a step closer to him, ready to kick his precious balls.

"Enough!" My father roared out, looking furious.

He grabbed Jackson by the shoulder, forced him to take a couple of steps away from and talked to him fast and in a low tone. Whatever my father was saying to him it didn't look happy, as Jackson walked out if the office without saying another word. My father let out a sigh and looked at me.

"Princess, how are you?" I smiled and went in for a hug.

"I'm doing better" I closed my eyes, enjoying my father's arms wrapped around me and the way it gave me a sense of comfort.

"You do look better. Are you being taken good care of?" He leaned back to look at me.

"I am. I went away for a little while....I just needed to process everything" I said as we moved to take seat on the couch.

"Sometimes I find myself holding my phone, about to call her abd then i remember that i can't" my throat tightened and my eyes welling up, but quickly blinked to avoid tears falling down my face.

"I understand. I can't say it will get easier or better with time. Eventually, you just learn to live with it. But you will heal and you will be whole again. One thing is certain and that is grief changes you. You will never be the same nor do you want to be" my father sighed as he looked deep in thought.