She's My Angel { A Jumin X Reader} ✓

IV.

Your POV
Months have passed after my father's new recruitment. Our normal father-daughter conversations have disappeared. Every moment I try to start a conversation, he interrupts me with the words: "I have to get to the office." or "Can we talk about this later?! I'm working!!"

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After my recruitment to the RFA, I've been feeling less lonely. Each member is special in their own way. I don't feel like I fit in at all. Jumin is such a hard-working businessman, like my father. Jaehee has so much potential. Zen is skilled in the arts. Yoosung has big dreams for such a little guy. Seven is so mysterious, but he's a genius at what he does. I am none of those. I'm just a businessman's daughter who has no official skill.

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"Y/N," My father called me in a stern manner. "Y-Yes, father?" I replied in a nervous tone. This is the first time he called me since his recruitment. "Mr. Chairman scheduled dinner for you and his son, Jumin." He turned his head towards me. His eyes were daggers. "You are going! Promise me that you'll be home by nine." My hands quivered with fear. "Y-Yes, father." He nodded and turned back around. "Dismissed."

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The clock struck six, a knock was heard on the door. I scurried to open it. Jumin stood in the doorway. He was wearing a suit, as usual. This time he looked more charming than usual. He was wearing his usual half grin. "You look gorgeous." He said as he looked down at purple and black Victorian-styled dress. "T-Thank you. You look charming as well." A chuckle escaped Jumin's lips. "We might as well get going." He escorted me to his limousine.

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The moonlight shone above us as we sat at our private table. The table was outside in a rose garden. The view of downtown, South Korea is beautiful. Jumin caught me gazing at the rooftop view. "You're not from here, aren't you?" I averted my eyes avoiding Jumin's beautiful grey eyes. "I'm not. I'm just an English immigrant." I mumbled. I felt Jumin's eyes studying me. "I knew something was different about your accent, but that doesn't matter. Your accent suits you." A warm smile appeared on his lips. A pink blush appeared on my cheeks. "T-Thank you." I can hear him chuckle. "You don't have to thank me. I'm just stating the obvious."

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An awkward silence filled the patio. I hesitatingly broke the silence. "T-Thank you for that other night," I mumbled. A small pink spot formed on his right cheek. "Oh. It was nothing." We sat in silence. Our eyes averted each other. Jumin let out a sigh to break our silence. "It's getting late. I'll take you home."

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Once I arrived home my father threw a fit. "Y/N, WHERE THE HELL WAS YOU?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW LATE IT IS?!" His voice filled the silence. I took a look at the nearest clock. 9:01. "It's only one minute after, father," I replied with a shaky voice. "DON'T FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME!! I SAID BE BACK AT NINE NOT ONE MINUTE LATER!!" He stormed into my direction. "WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN DISOBEDIENT?!" My hair was in his tight grasp. His opposite hand was aimed at my face. "I-I'm so sorry father," I whispered through my streaming tears.

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My father's hand swung close to my face, and everything went black.