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13. I'll protect you

Funfact:

Jungkook: Enjoys spicy food but hates crab and live octopus.

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I made a promise when my first love left me. I promised myself when I left my last love. After all these relationships, I determined. If one of us was going through a difficult situation I would stay with my love and say 'don't worry. I've got your back' I swore to myself I would never give up. But for everything to work out, I need to make sure I secure my place first.

Right after I came back to my room took the WoodRail contract out of my drawer. Incase a breach of contract or a loss occurs due to any party's fault during the project, that party compensates for all costs.

I wouldn't be this upset if I really had given anyone a rebate. I've done everything up could, but what if we really have to compensate for everything like So-Yeon said?
I chewed my lips worrying about what to do.

"Y/n! Come have dinner! Are you going to stay in your room all day?" My dad shouted.

"I told you I don't feel like eating today. Can you please just eat alone today?"

"I made braised short ribs for you. Who else will eat all this?"

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute. Just wait for me downstairs" I said.

"Come on. Right now!"

"How am I supposed to eat anything when we're in-" stop! I'm not going to let dad know about this. Calm down, Lee Y/n. Okay?  I kept on mumbling to myself.

"Did something happen at work today? What is it? Tell me. Do you have any idea how much I worry about you?" Said dad.

"I know. But-" he'd be too shocked if I told him. But at the same time keeping this to myself won't really give me a solution. "Dad, don't be shocked. No, wait. Take a seat first" I gestured him to take a seat.

"What's wrong?"

Okay, I'll just tell him everything. He's my dad, but he's also  the owner of this company. He needs to know what's going on.

"What is it?" He again asked.

"It's feels like someone from upper management doesn't have the company's best interest in mind" said I.

"What do you mean?"

"Our contract. It might have been breached. That means we'd have to compensate for the loss and-"

"What!? Oh. Oh dear" he started panicking.

"Dad? Dad! Are you okay? Can you hear me?"
What would have been the right thing to do? I couldn't stop blaming myself. My dad hit his head on the chair when he fell, so he had to go through multiple tests until dawn to see whether there was blood pooling in his brain and to see whether his heart was functioning well. When we got home, it was almost five in the morning. I collapsed on my bed and- my instincts were telling me that I shouldn't have fallen asleep.