SAVE ME ||A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction||

⫣27⫦ Paint-War

"Lian! Where the hell are you? Do you know how late it is? No project takes that long!"

My father's voice booms out of the speaker so loud, I actually have to hold it away from my ear.

I look up at the boys.
They pretend to be busy, but I can tell they are listening.

I put the phone back to my ear.

"I'm sorry dad, I should have called.
But a friend from school needed my help.
She is really upset and I offered to take her home.
We kind of forgot the time."

I hear heavy breathing from the other end of the line.

"That is no excuse, young lady. You will come home right now!"

His voice is trembling with rage, but I just keep looking at BTS.
We went to the beach again and for the last four hours, my world consisted of nothing but laughter drinking and the refreshing feeling of the cold lake water while joking with the boys.
It feels natural to be among them.
Like I belong.
It was paradise...

Until my phone rang.

They still don't look at me, and it's all the strength I need for my next word.
Just one.
One I almost never use with my parents.

"No." I reply to my father and as expected, their heads snap around in surprise.

I'm seriously getting addicted to seeing it.
I love that I have the power to make these bad boy's eyes widen and mouths drop open.
I can't help but smile, even as my father barley seems to hold it together.

"No? Lian! You will come home right now or this will have serious consequences."

I let the words echo in my mind and then sigh sadly.

"I know dad.
But I can't leave my friend hanging.
She is having a really hard time and I promised to stay with her.
Please don't make me break my promise."

"You shouldn't have made such a promise at all, not without consulting us first!"

I stand, the words making me feel sick.
I clench my teeth together, aware of the seven pair of eyes on me.

"I'm seventeen dad! I've never slept at a friends house unless you or mom were the once to suggest it.
I have never disappointed you, bring home good grades, never miss curfew unless you allow me and never argue with you.
Can't you let me do this one thing?"

He is silent for a moment, and I think he might actually consider it.
But his answer is cold, void of all sympathy.

"You are arguing right now, Lian! And I want you to come home right now.
If your friend doesn't understand the importance of listening to you parent's, than she is not a good influence for you."

My hand locks around the phone so tight, I hear my knuckles crack.

Enough is enough.

My voice is just as cold as his when I answer.
I have never used it before.
I am indeed my father's daughter.

"I always admired and looked up to you, dad.
But what you just said to me makes me wonder if you deserve that."

I hear the sharp intake of breath, both from the boys and my dad.

I lower my head, knowing my words hurt him.
I still loved him.
I sigh, deep and heavy.

"I'm sorry, dad. But I have to do this. I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that I hang up and when I turn, my eyes lock with the others.

I know they can see the guilt in my eyes, and they look away quickly.
For some reason, I feel a flash of pain at that.

I would have rather they look at me understandingly.
But I shake myself and try to forget about the meeting with my parents tomorrow.
It would be catastrophic.