Mr Park, Love || CEO 4 || PJM & KNJ || ✔

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BEE

It was gone one o'clock in the morning when Mina finally walked through the door. She looked shocked to see that myself, her father, Jungkook and Yoongi were all here waiting for her, but quickly composed herself.

I rushed to her, tears in my eyes I was so worried, and so angry at her.

"Mina!" I cried, not even knowing where to start, "Where were you? I was so worried, you didn't answer your phone, you didn't tell us where you were going, and you left without telling anyone you were going out!"

She huffed at me and rolled her eyes, "I told Dad earlier that I had a date," She said, "And why do you care, anyway?"

I was almost lost for words, "Why do I care?! Mina, I'm your mother, of course I care! I love you, and I was so worried!"

"Yeah, sure you were," Came the snappy reply as she tried to walk around me. I moved with her, blocking her way, and she glared at me.

"Give me your phone," I said, holding my hand out, "Your father grounded you and said you couldn't go out and you did anyway. Your phone will be confiscated until you-"

"No," She interrupted me, an angry look on her face, "You're not having my phone,"

"Technically," Jimin spoke up, "It's my phone, as I pay the bill. Give up your phone, Mina,"

"Once again, you're on her side," She said angrily, "And I'm not giving the phone up!"

"Mina, give me your phone!" I demanded, reaching for it. She yanked it back out of my way, and I stepped forward, taking her hand in mine, "Give me your phone!"

"Let go of me," She said angrily, "Don't touch me!"

"Min-" My sentence was cut off by a loud smack as the palm of her other hand connected to my face.

"I said don't touch me!" She yelled as I staggered backwards in shock, my hand cupping my cheek.

There was a stunned silence in the room, with everyone staring wide eyed at my daughter. She looked a little shocked, herself, but she quickly went back to looking angry.

"I hate you," She said to me, "I don't want your filthy hands near me,"

It was as if that sentence snapped everyone out of their surprise. Jimin reached out, grabbing her by her arm. He dragged her to her bedroom, and opened the door, swinging her inside, "Pack a bag," He growled, "You're moving out,"

"Wha-" Minas eyes widened in shock and tears formed and began to roll down her cheeks, "You're kicking your own daughter out?!"

"Jimin, she-" I began to argue, but he cut me off.

"No. She isn't staying here now. She wants to be treated like an adult, she gets to be treated like an adult. She's being evicted,"

"Daddy, no, I haven't got anywhere to go!" Mina cried. She always called him 'Daddy' when she wanted something, because coupled with tears or puppy eyes, she always got what she wanted, but it seemed that for the first time ever, she was being denied by him.

"She can stay with me," Jungkook said, "For now," He addressed her, "But you're going to need to do your own washing, cleaning and cooking. I'm not your mum, I'm not doing those things for you just because I love you,"

Minas tears grew heavier as her world broke apart around her. I wanted to tell her that I wasn't abandoning her, and that I'd always be there if she needed me, but I knew she had to learn. She stepped over the line, this time, and her uncles and father weren't going to spoil her anymore, so I had to do the same.

I had to stop being weak, and start being strong.

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MINA

I sniffed miserably while I sat in my uncles car on the way to his home. He was so mad at me that he hadn't said a single word. I knew that my uncle Yoongi was even angrier, as he didn't even say goodbye; he just walked to his car and drove away.

I left my mother sobbing in the doorway, with my father holding ice to her cheek where I had struck her.

I don't know why I hit her. In fact, I regretted doing it; I had never hit anyone before, and me doing that had cost me my home. I didn't mean to do it, I was just so angry at that woman, that when she grabbed me, I acted in self defence.

"Why, Mina?" My uncle finally spoke up, although he kept his eyes on the road, "Why did you hit the person who loves you the most in this world? Why have you been treating her so badly?"

"I told her not to touch me. And she doesn't love me," I said, feeling sorry for myself, "She's never loved me,"

I could see Jungkooks knuckles turning white, he was gripping the steering wheel so hard, "Mina, if you weren't my neice, I would have kicked you to the kerb," He said, "You are a spoilt, ungrateful brat, who is so self centred that you can't even see the world around you properly,"

My eyes widened in shock and I gaped at him.

"Your mother is the strongest woman I have ever met. She practically raised me, and she went through so much just to make sure I could have a normal life. She has had a hard life, and she has given up her own health and time and sleep for you, and you treat her like she's a peice of shit on the bottom of your shoe,"

I gulped, unsure how to respond. I had never seen Jungkook angry before; he was always so loving to me.

"When you were kidnapped, she worked even harder than anyone else to bring you back. She cried the entire time you were gone, and she snuck out of the police station to make a deal with the kidnapper to bring you back. She got you back all by herself, with no help from anyone else, and without losing a penny from your fathers company. She cooks, she cleans, she goes to every parent meeting, and she has kept every single drawing you have ever done, all in a box in her bedroom. No matter what time of day or night, she has made time for you, and you still don't appreciate her,"

I was getting fed up of being lectured. I had just been kicked out of my own house, and now I was getting lectured by my uncle.

"If your grandfather knew how you were talking to her.." He trailed off. He knew that my grandfather was my weak point. I loved my mothers father so much, that when he died, I locked myself in my room for a month. The only reason I even ate was because my mother forced me to.

He sighed and pulled up outside my grandads old house, which he now owned.

"Get your bag," He said flatly, before getting out of the car, "And get inside, it's late,"