There sat, smiling coldly, the man I hated.
My father.
"May I help you?"
His rumbling voice grabbed my hand and pulled me back to his office.
"Is there something I can help you with, madam?"
It was clear that he didn't recognize me. His own daughter. White, hot anger licked my insides and my jaw twitched irritably.
"I don't think you can," I spat.
His eyebrows shot up, the cold smile lacing his thin lips, losing a but of its curve.
"Then may I ask why you are currently standing in my office?"
As I searched for an answer, tears stung my eyes and my heart twisted painfully.
"You don't recognize me, do you?" I whispered.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked, genuinely puzzled.
"What kind of bastard doesn't know what his own daughter looks like," I snarled, my question coming out as an accusation.
His forehead, which was crumpled in confusion, relaxed. He immediately stood up, rattling his chair, and came to stand in front of me. His aged hands took hold of my arms as he smiled at me.
"Yuna? Is it really you?"
Before he could finish his inquiry, I recoiled from his touch and stepped back, a disgusted look taking hold of my features.
"Don't touch me," I snapped.
For a splitting moment, I thought as if hurt flashed across his eyes. However, it was soon replaced by a sheer, cold layer as he cleared his throat and fixed his tie.
"What are you doing here, child?"
I was unable to control the scoff that escaped my throat.
"Child? For fuck's sake, don't call me your child."
He pushed his chin out, his fingers tugging at his coat.
"You are, and always will be my child, Kim Yuna. No matter how much you would like to deny it," he declared proudly.
Anger bubbled inside me like I had never felt before, and I mustered all the self control I had left inside me to clam myself down.
"Why did you do that to Min Joonki?" I growled.
My sperm donor's eyebrows disappeared into his receding hairline, surprise coating his features.
"How do you know about him?"
"Why did you do that to Min Joonki?"
"Because," he turned his back on me, fidgeting with a show piece on his desk. "Because he hurt the person I dearly loved."
That's when the last string holding me together, snapped.
"Dearly loved? You wouldn't have left my mother if you had loved her in the first place, you fucker! You left us! All alone to fend for ourselves, and you call it love?"
Kim Jongin slowly turned around to face me with an expression I couldn't decipher.
"I think you're forgetting something, child."
"Your mother wasn't the only one in that car."
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The Street Child (Min Yoongi)
Fanfiction"I still don't understand why you took me in." "Don't you get it? It's because I'm in love with you." • • "You're not going to leave me too, are you?" He whispered in a wobbly voice, like a child scared of the dark. "Never." • • Kim Yuna is as nor...
