Stray Kids IMAGINES |✔️|

6 -VIRULENT- HAN JISUNG

Genre: Angst

You as: Areum

"Virulence refers to bitter and hostile feelings."

Areum's POV

The cool breeze filled in the void surrounding me, as I stood at the edge of the rooftop. Looking down, I saw this wonderful view which made me want to jump into the darkness and get lost forever.

Staring into the sky, I got reminded of my life.

What an amazing life I had been blessed with. I got engulfed by the sudden flashbacks.

It was 3 years ago when I was about 16 years old when I got home after school. My mother stood in the kitchen where I went and met her, and she told me she had a surprise to show me, she asked me to follow her to her respective room. I adhered to her command and followed her.

That's when I saw him clad in a black tuxedo, hair gelled up as if he were going to a wedding.

"Areum, this is your new father... go say hello." I heard my mum whisper to my ear.

Father?

I went to him, shook his hand and mumbled a small greeting, what else do you expect a 16 year old to do when they're so confused finding out about their mother's new marriage with a complete stranger?.

"Hi my name is Changmin... but you can call me Dad, I'd appreciate it." He said with a broad smile stretched across his caravan like face.

"Umm... okay Dad..." I stuttered, but inside I felt a sudden jolt of ecstasy as I thought about us finally moving on from Dad's martyrdom. By us, I mean Mom and I.

It had been 2 years since Dad had martyred while serving as part of the military forces and finally Mom was going to come out of her state of melancholia and we could finally live a normal life.

That's what I thought. Just what I thought.

One fine day, I came back from school to find an empty house. I went towards the kitchen to find a note stuck to the fridge.

"Hun, I'll be back till tonight, food is in the fridge heat it up for yourself and Pa... Love you <3". It read.

I heard a knock on the kitchen door which was basically to grab my attention. Turning around I saw Dad.

"Hey sweetie, how was school?" He approached me.

"It was great..." I replied taking the cooked lasagna out from the fridge and popping it into the oven.

In a few seconds I felt a hot breath around the nape of my neck, and I swear I smelt a faint tinge of alcohol, which sent shivers down my spine. The disgusting sensation made me spin around just to meet a pair of bloodshot eyes that held this unusual lust which made me want to puke till I go unconscious. 'Dad' was literally standing a few millimeters away from me.

"What are you making for me sweetie?" He said making me hold my breath due to the intense reek of alcohol.

"Umm... Dad you should sit at the table I'll get this lasagna for you..." I replied putting one hand on his chest trying to push him away but he wouldn't budge; instead he placed both hands on the counter trapping me between his disgusting existence.

"Don't warm the lasagna; I don't want that dinner... I'm in the mood for something else..." He whispered the last sentence into my ear leaning forward.

My breath hitched as he reached for my thigh causing me to jump in my skin.

"Please... don- don't " I stuttered, tears forming in my eyes as I tugged on the hem of my shirt pleading for mercy.