Insecure - Jikook [Completed]

Chapter 29: A Proposition

Jimin's POV

When the bell rang, I slumped deeper into my seat. I didn't want to go home. With all these stupid restrictions placed on me, I felt like he was trying to trap me in a box and make me suffer inside. Honestly, when was he just going to let it go.

As I watched the second hand tick by, I decided it was best to get up otherwise I knew I would get an earful from my dad. I made sure to take my time leaving the school, just so I could waste as much time as I could. My eyes did wander around to see if Jungkook was around but I knew I wouldn't because he would be on his way to work. I sighed.

When I spotted the car, I walked inside without sparing a glance at the driver. He closed the door before slipping into the driver's seat and drove off to my house. I stared out of the window as he drove. My eyes naturally looked at the passing cars and saw the laughter and smiles on other people's faces. If only I could feel like that at the moment.

Before I knew it, we reached my house and I got out of the car. When I walked into the house, I saw my dad walking towards me. Immediately, I averted eye contact from him.

"Welcome back," he said and all I wanted to do was run away before I did something I possibly would regret.

Instead of responding, I didn't look at him and stayed silent.

"I'm glad you're listening to me son," he said as he rested a hand on my shoulder.

I jerked at his touch, making his eyes widen a bit.

"Don't call me son," I accidentally growled.

"You are my son," he sternly repeated, challenging me.

"Biologically and legally yes but deep in my heart, you lost me ages ago," I let the bitter truth out.

At my words, he remained looking at me, probably a bit shocked at what I said.

"You know I'm doing this for your own good."

Anger surged inside me when I heard that.

"My good? More like your own," I gritted my teeth, trying to control myself.

"No. I am. I don't want you to suffer in the future."

This is all nonsense. I swear I'm gonna start swearing if he doesn't stop spouting excuses at me.

"Has it ever occurred to you about what I think? Don't you think I know that?" I said out of frustration.

He stayed silent.

"I'm the one who's going to suffer from this, not you. But look, I still did it."

I saw him tense up a bit.

"Of course I considered everything otherwise I wouldn't have done anything in the first place. But I have and don't you think that tells you that I don't care about what other people think?"

"You're only just saying that," he didn't waste any time to retort.

"Maybe, but right now I honestly don't care. If I don't care, then you definitely shouldn't because it's my decision to take and you should respect that," I said and moved his hand off of my shoulder.

I pushed passed him and walked towards the stairs.

"Don't walk away from me!" he shouted but I pretended to not hear.

I went up the stairs without looking back to the man who was against who I was. As soon as I entered my room, I didn't waste the opportunity to slam the door close. Out of exhaustion, I slumped into my bed. I was frustrated. Angry. Annoyed. I ruffled my hair as I couldn't control my emotions. When was this going to end?