ko•wa•re•ya•su•i
壊れ易い
- fragile
After successfully exposing e-criminals on multiple occasions, you decide to take down another crime-doer located in the heart of J High School (or Jae Won High School). To be more specific, a rapist taking advantage...
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The clicking of a mouse was the only sound in the room besides the soft, yet quick, types of the keyboard. A maniacal grin was spread across the girl's face, until she came across another porn website, which made her narrow her eyes to slits.
She scoffed before looking through the titles, until a thumbnail of someone handcuffed to a chair caught her eyes. The name of the video made her roll her eyes. "Female High Schooler Being F*cked".
The girl chewed on the peppermint stick hanging at the side of her mouth, clicking on the profile that uploaded the video. She leaned forward, her chest against the wooden desk.
"What the fu--" The lights turned on inside her room after the door was slammed open. The teenager let out an exasperated sigh before turning to the doorframe.
"Hey, Dad is coming home early. Can you cook something?"
"What the fuck." You said simply, glaring daggers ar your brother.
"Can you?"
"Fuck you," You responded, throwing off your headphones that hung around your neck. Before you left your bedroom, you said, "Hey, you can be useful. Watch this shit. Tell me what's it about. If you don't, I'm eating your share of dinner."
"Hey, [f/n]!"
"What? You watch that type of crap anyways." On that note, you left to rummage in the kitchen for cooking supplies. Before opening the fridge, you clearly heard a groan coming from a certain male.
"Shut up Jin," you called out.
"Fuck you!" He shouted.
"Incest."
"Ew, what the fuck."
You decide to stop the conversation before your neighbors knock on your door. You started to make alfredo pasta with an special twist; diced fish cooked in it. Not your favorite, but your father certainly had an interest in it.
Boiling pasta, cleaning and filleting fish, and finding the right combination for the pasta sauce was all tiring work. At one point, your brother helped you strain the noodles and stir the sauce before it burned at the bottom.
Right when you finished with plating the dish, you heard the familiar jiggle of the doorknob. You quickly run to place the plates on the table, and you were done as the door closed with a click.
"I'm home." Your father announced, popping his head in the kitchen. He set down his keys on the counter and took off his jacket, hanging it against a chair pushed in against a small table where they'd usually sit and eat.
You turned off the sink after washing your hands. "Welcome back, Dad. Do you want to—"
"No, it's okay. I'm gonna," he pointed towards the living room, "take a rest."
