Barbie | j.jungkook

27; maturity? where. 🌸

The door barely made a sound as I quietly and carefully closed it while my back facing the dark entryway. Slowly, I turned my shoulders to face our silent living room, pushing my shoes off in a skilled manner that even a mosquito will not hear. I thought my Dad already turned in for the night, seeing that it was silent and dark but I was dead wrong. I repeat, dead wrong.

I was in the process of tip toeing towards my room, turning the knob slowly, a skill I've practiced throughout my childhood, when the lights turned on. I flinched and stopped everything that I was doing, even my breathing slowed down, awaiting my Dad's voice.

"Venus Yoo." His voice was clear and audible. By then I knew I'm in trouble when he called me by my whole name. It only means one thing— the Grounded starter pack.

I slowly straightened up my back as if I was facing a provoked, venomous snake that is about to lunge forward and dig its fangs into my flesh. My eyes moved in slow motion to sought his face — nostrils flaring , eyes wide and boring into me. I met his gaze, my eyes plummeted downwards faster than my heart sinking to my stomach.

"Where have you been? Not even a phone call the whole day?" My dad questioned with his arms across his chest.

"I was at Syd's." I said because, you know, you always have that one friend that you just mention their name and your parents just lets you go with no questions asked. And also, she's my only friend. "Uh, did I forget to call you? My bad.."

He gives me a questioning look and I just had to do it. The one thing my Dad can't resist. It might be the most cheesiest thing in the world but it's the only thing that can save me. "Aw no, not that, Darling. You know I don't limit you in doing the things you want but you need to tell me where you are or where you're going."

"I just want you safe." My dad sits me down on the couch and sighs as I continue to do the puppy dog eyes. "I guess it's time to have the talk huh? Are you doing this because of a boy?"

I dropped my imaginary puppy ears in an instant, "What? No! I swear I'm not doing this because of a boy."

"It's okay, Darling. I've been there." He consoles me and tries to give me advice. "I know how it is to be in love. It's amazing and exciting. I can still remember how it was when I met my first love. I was so in love. I wanted to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. I get it, sweetheart."

"Dad, it's not like that." I slouched against the couch and said, "I don't have a boyfriend. This talk is ridiculous."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay? I should go sleep. I'm not getting any younger." Dad said and then kisses the top of my head. I forgot to mention that he's quite tall. Unluckily for me, I did not inherit that gene. "You sleep too. No more phones. You know what I always tell you."

"Yes." I sighed, "Sleep is important for growth. But Dad, I'm not a toddler anymore."

"To me, you still are. Always going to be my little bun bun." My father did a gesture that he used to do when I was five. He taps his index finger on the tip if my nose, "Goodnight, my daughter."

"Goodnight, Dad." I replied as I watched him retreat to his room. "And please, don't call me those nicknames. I'm not a kid anymore."

"You think you're not but you still are." Dad said when he was halfway through the door way of his room. He sent me a subtle smile that somehow meant something philosophical. "You shouldn't rush things like growing up and being mature. Believe me, you'll get there on your own time."

Then I was alone. I was still absorbing the words from my father when my phone decided to vibrate from inside my pocket and ruin the rare moment of my introspection. I took it out, annoyed, and found Jungkook's text message but I didn't feel anything other than the slight tingle in my bones.