Possessive Daddy

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 14

Jennie's POV

"Jennie Kim, I thought you were dead." That's what the first thing that my grandma said when I finally came downstairs at twelve. I was having a severe headache and I barely managed to stand up.

"So why did you leave without my permission?" She added with her serious tone. Her face is expressionless.

"I thought you won't let me. Sorry Gran," I apologize and I'm about to sit at my usual place when she stopped me.

"You wouldn't sit there. Go to your room. I don't want the smell of alcohol being pass to the chair," It was funny that I almost want to rolled my eyes and cursed at her. But my headache and cramps is too much already for me to argue.

Sometimes, Gran is just like that, that I want to talk back.

I grab a box of cereal, some snacks and milk from the fridge with two bowls and spoons. After that, I entered my room to find Rosé sitting looking like she just woke up.

"Let's just have cereal and chips for now. Gran doesn't want us there," I said as I close the door. I sit beside her and we started to eat the cereal and chips while watching Netflix on my laptop.

"Now I hate cereal," Rosé groan, leaning at the headboard while holding her tummy. "Why do we need to eat a whole box of cereal at lunch again?"

"Simple. We were punished."

It's already night when we came out of my room. It really irritated me that the headache was still there even after downing two painkillers.

Rosé just left so I'm alone at the theater room, watching Umbrella Academy.

"Jennie! You didn't actually watch Umbrella Academy without me!" Unnie shouted as she almost break the door.

"Oppss, I just did."

"Ugh, I told you to wait for me."

"Sorry " I said sarcastically.

"Okay what's the problem?" She asked, sitting beside me.

"What problem?" I asked, looking at her innocently but I'm burning inside.

"Jennie, we're siblings, I'm your big sister-"

"Little, big sister," I interrupt, mocking her.

"Whatever. But seriously, what's the problem?" She push, gesturing with her hands.

"Unnie, I don't have a problem. I just have an headache," I dramatically exclaimed.

"Fine. But tomorrow, mom is coming back."

"I know?"

"Yes you do?"

"Of course. I'm her daughter, so she would message me anything that's happening?"

"Do you know why she's coming back?" She asked.

"Because we're here?" I asked back. I don't really have time for her guessing game because like I said, my head hurts, add that to my cramps.

"Because she knew you were drunk," she rolled her eyes.

"And I need to be ready because she will scold me. That's your point?" I asked her again. As if being scolded is new. I get scolded anytime I do something wrong.

"Jennie!" She scolded, throwing her arm in the air. See?

"I know!" I snap but regret it soon when I saw her face. "I'm sorry, it's my last day."