Rivals

002

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"No, Y/n. We're sharing it." He giggled and my heart started racing inhumanely fast.

His giggle...it's cute.
Still he gives me the strangest feeling. And it is not at all good.

Something seems off. He seems too nice, too fast.

His parents probably forced him to be nice because they were going to be business partners with my father soon?

Slowly I turn around and make my way back towards the table where Jungkook has now politely stood up to offer me a seat.

"Thank you." I thanked as he pulls the chair out for me.

"Nothing less for a beautiful young lady like yourself." He makes a butler impression which results in me bursting out in laughter.

I laugh so loud that I don't realise some of the people has stopped their conversations, also the music stopped as they look at me searching for a reason as to why I'm laughing like a clown on steroids.

I awkwardly clean my throat and look down to my lap where my hands are now nervously resting.

As soon as everything was back to normal, Jungkook giggles again at my reaction on his not so funny joke.

Why did I even laugh so loud to such a lame joke?

"What was that?" He laughs at me.

"Uh...hahaha...honestly...I really don't know. As long as my da.....father....didn't notice it was me." I alwardly reply.

"Why do you always call him father, Y/n? From the moment I met you earlier it was only 'Father and sir'. Isn't he too strict with you?"

"No. See. He has this rule on discipline and manners. I'm not alowed to call him dad whenever we are dressed formally in front of people for functions. I'm also not allowed to hug him like I did back there earlier. I can only bow when I greet him." Even I could hear the little bit of disappointment in my voice as I fiddle with the eating utensils on the table nervously.

I do think my dad is way overboard with all the manners and discipline.

I get that it is good for children to have great respect towards their parents, but my dad really is too strict. No child should be treated like that.

"Then why don't you talk to him?" Jungkook touches my hand in support.

"Uh..I...I tried once...but they once more brought up the whole image thing." I lie. My dad has some anger problems. So I don't take the risk.

"Y/n, yo---"

"--Can we please talk about something else?" I remove my hand from his touch and took a sip of my wine which the waiter had brought a while back.

My father has problems. Not that he is crazy or anything.

But he has some trouble controlling his emotions. If I say or do something wrong, he would get mad easily.

And sometimes when something bad happens he breaks down completely.

I guess he's just scared of loosing what he has worked for all this time.

"Heelllo? Y/n? I asked you a question." Junkook waves a hand in front of my face. I didn't even realise I was locked in one of my trances again.

"Oh...I'm sorry." I look down at my lap.