Hyejin's POV
My mother cleared her throat, signalling me to greet her husband back. I politely bowed at him as a greeting, introducing myself to him.
Then, all of us took our seats, and it was pure silence, until that man spoke up, "So this is your daughter, honey?"
"Yes, honey.", my mother smiled, nodding at her husband as she placed a plate of rice in front of him.
"She is so pretty," he smirked slightly, almost unnoticeable. "She definitely takes after an angel," he added.
"Honey, stop doing that.", my mother chuckled in embarrassment, gently hitting her husband's arm.
"Please do help yourself with the food," my mother said, as both Taehyung and I nodded.
The dinner was pure silence, but I am very uncomfortable at the look that man was giving me the whole time.
He is sitting right across me, Taehyung on my left, Hyunjae on my right, and my mother next to that man.
All of a sudden, I felt a hand grabbing my thigh, and I looked up to the man in front of me, as I swatted his hand away.
He stopped trying to grab me under the table, but he started to rub his foot against my leg, and soon making its way towards my south.
I kicked his leg, as he gave me a smirk. Then, his hand reached my south, and started rubbing circles on it.
I looked at him with my eyes widened at him, but he just continued what he was doing, while keeping that smirk on his face.
"S-stop," I said, dropping my spoon onto the table.
"Stop what, honey?", my mother asked, as I shifted my attention to her.
"Uh, I was talking about my itchy arm.", I said, and scratched my not even itchy arm.
His hand made its way towards my womanhood once again, and I started breathing heavily, as I stood up, making him stopped what he was doing. All of them looked at me, as I gulped nervously.
"Uh, I need to go to the toilet.", I said, as my mother nodded.
"I'll show you the way," that man volunteered, was about to stand up from his seat.
However, Hyunjae was quick enough, as he stood up, saying that he will be the one to lead the way since he has finished eating.
Thank god.
"Uh, Hyunjae will show me the way.", I said, as they nodded, and Hyunjae walked ahead of me, leading me the way to the restroom.
"Here's the restroom," he said, pointing at a golden brown door, with a golden doorknob.
"Thanks, Jae."
"No problem," he smiled, and left.
I walked into the restroom, making sure the door is locked, as I stood in front of the big mirror.
I am still breathing heavily, as I looked at my own reflection on the mirror. I turned on the tap, as I washed my face, splashing the cold water on my face.
"Out of all people, why did my mother married that horny bastard??", I groaned to myself, slamming my fists onto the sink.
"Baby, you're done?"
I fixed my hair, as I cleaned my hands with a tissue, before walking out of the bathroom, and Taehyung was right in front of me when I opened the door.
"You're okay?", he asked worriedly, as he cupped my face. "You look so freaked out," he added.
"I'm fine, Tae. Don't worry, okay?", I assured him, as he nodded, pecking my lips lightly.
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• Passenger •
Fanfiction"Who are you??" In which he found out there's a secret, hidden passenger in the back seat of his car.
