Adopted K.NJ

Punishments?

"John, no!" I watch my parents being reduced to ash in the kitchen, feeling nothing. I'm suddenly jolted back to reality, when my big brother yells to me to jump out of a window on the top floor. I jump - never hitting ground.

She sits up in bed, silently screaming. She's had this recurring dream for the past year now, never able to pin point the origin. That wasn't her house that burnt down, or her parents. They were someone else's. She was just reliving it for them.

She slowly slips out of bed, and pads over to the door in socked feet, wondering who took her shoes off.

She decides to explore, since there was nothing else to do. She wanders into the hallway and tries a few doors, but they were all locked. She finally manages to open a door without making any noise. The sight before her makes her gasp.

Her 'dad'. In boxers. Laying face up. He shifts, seemingly looking right at her. She quietly closes the door and backs away, her cheeks hot as the sun. She wanders down the hallway a bit and comes in contact with that suspicious door.

She bites her lip and places both hands around the door knob, slowly twisting.
"What are you doing?"

She snaps her head to the left to see her dad slowly walking toward her, still in boxers. She removes her hands and places them behind her back, shaking her head slightly.

He smirks and continues walking toward her until he's standing right in front of her. She looks down, to try to look at her feet, then quickly looks at his face. His hair is everywhere, but she's too nervous and about ready to burst into a nosebleed, to laugh at it right now.

He laughs when he realizes what she looked at and mumbles, a slight blush on his cheeks, "I-I'd better go get dressed before you have a heart attack. And don't worry, it'll go away in a little bit. I won't walk around like this all day. A-And stop staring. You're my f**king daughter, for Christ's' sake!" He starts to walk back toward his room, then throws over his shoulder, "Oh, and you're not getting out of that punishment."

She leans against the door, panting, when she suddenly falls into the room. A pitch black room. Did I mention she's absolutely terrified of the dark? The door slowly closes, leaving her trapped in pitch black darkness. She starts whimpering and stands up, trying to find the door by running her hands along the wall.

She silently cries for help, the darkness slowly getting to her. She hears Namjoon coming down the hallway, yelling her name, so she beats the wall, hoping he hears her. His footsteps slow, but she keeps banging on the wall. She hears a squeaking sound and sees a light shine against the opposite wall.

She quickly wanders to the light source and bursts out of the dark, wrapping her arms around the person. She hears a low growl, "What did I tell you about being in there?"
She slowly looks up at him and squeaks, "I-I-I didn't d-do it. I-I'm sorry..."

He slowly puts his arms around her in an awkward hug, still not used to this whole affection thing, after the accident. He decides to let her off easy and have her spend the night with all six other boys, since he knows she has anxiety and hates being around people, let alone boys.

He slowly removes her from him and looks down at her. He slowly smiles, saying, "I don't believe you. So, as the punishment you're owed, you are to spend the night with the rest of the boys, as kind of a.. sleepover, OK?"

He sees fear reflecting in her eyes as she vigorously shakes her head, gripping his loose shirt tightly. She mouths, her voice gone again, "Please don't make me. Please."