SORRY BAE | YOONGI

F.F.F. (Fuck Fake Friends)

8:10 pm- DeadLock Headcourters

Your high heels clicked on the polished stone, not hesitating to spare a moment of breath.

Two guards looked at you with a frown till you held up your ID, their facial expressions tensing up and opening the door for you right away.

Steeping through the door you looked back and took off your shades. "Remember not to doubt me boys". You said, making them straighten up in fear.

"Y-yes of course Miss. K-Kim..". You smirked and professionally walked up to the wide maple desk.

Folders, papers, and his computer sat scattered on the table. His office was decorated with trophies on his dusty old cabinet. Four large windows let in sun from the outside heat making the room ever so calmer in the coldness.

You walked around the desk and sat in his velvet spinning chair, placing your feet up on the cluttered desk.

Footsteps were heard coming my way from another entrance, making me tense up at his low voice. "Y/N, you can't be in here".

You shifted in his seat and turned it around to face him. Coffee was held in his left hand, the right with stacks of new papers.

You opened up your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

He came closer and pushed me out of his seat. You almost tripped to the floor almost falling into my tight skirt, but you thankfully held on to the edge of the desk.

He sat down in his seat, tired eyes and wrinkles casted under his dark non-caring eyes.

He flipped through his papers then got angery at my presence.

"Why are you here Y/N, shouldn't you be preparing with your team for the landing". He spat vaguely.

You shifted my weight and looked down at your shiny red heels. "About that.. we have tried over and over again for so long.. don't you think even this time or the future we will kill him father?".

He eyed me up and down with a frown then went back to his work. "Y/N for the millionth time, you are going again, don't you want to get revenge for-". I gritted my teeth "Of course I want revenge, I have for the past six years!".

Trying to keep tears in, you flipped your blond hair back. "Fine, but I am not going again after this father, I've had enough of-".

Your father got up, throwing his pen down at his laptop and glared at you. "Y/N GET OUT OF MY OFFICE OR ELSE!".

Or else.

That word was a frequent word to me. Always busy in his office doing 'work' never caring about my day or even seeing me for dinner.

You balled your hands in fists. You wanted to hit him so hard that he would fly out the window, but then again, you were terrified.

Always saying he would kill me, no threatening me, I grew accustomed to that and gave my anger out on my victims.

"Fine father"

You ran out of his office as quickly as your heels and skirt would let me.

The guards positioned at his door opened them for me then shut them quickly with a snicker. You gave them the middle finger and cussed under your breath.

Hallways flooded by as I made my way to the training room. Gym equipment filled the room with a small boxing area for the kids that think they are all that.

You sat down with a huff on the edge of the fountain, listening to the water fall slowly making me calm down.

Why did I even try anymore to think he could actually be my dad for once?