That's when it happened.
He was on me.
Invading my space with that intoxicating scent.
His scent.
I could feel his lips the urgency pulling out of them.
The pleading.
Pleading not to walk away from him.
Not to walk away from this.
Us.
I hated that n...
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'Don't sulk now. I made all your favourite dishes.' Big Feng had begged for the upteenth time the night he went to visit his daughter.
He had made time to visit his three treasures like he had promised over the phone.You can imagine his surprise when he found out that two of them had an arguement and were currently not on speaking terms.
An arguement that made them stay apart. In the past whenever this specific duo fought, they'd still be able to at least share a room together.
It was worse than Hoseok had told him.
He talked to Yoongi who humbly appologised for the insult he threw at her.
Never in a milion years did Big Feng think he could call her such a thing. It was good that Yoongi was still feeling bad for it even in their silent treatment spree.
Big Feng told him he should save that apology to the one he actually hurt and expressed that he was disappointed they couldnt discuss it rationally like adults.
That would be impossible knowing Mian's imagination and Yoongi's pride. Everyone close to them knew they wouldn't have come out if it peacefully anyway.
'Im not hungry.' His daughter mumbled lowly looking at the Galbi he had just prepared. She didnt blink away from it.
Namjoon on the other hand, was busy stuffing his face beside him looking like a chipmunk saving its nuts.
It was so good.
Mian had underpraised the man's cooking skills from the stories she's told him during their stay abroad.
They were currently taking dinner on the dinning table. Big Feng and Namjoon sat next to each other on one side of the table while the girl was on the opposite side.
Big Feng groaned shutting his eyes defeatedly watching as his daughter stared longlingly at the food.
He had accidentally cooked one of Yoongi's favourite dishes.
How could he have forgotten?
His groaned deepened mad at himself for making such a mistake while Namjoon shook his head before drinking water from his cup clueless.
'Namjoon why don't you take the plate into your room?' The elder man bargained. Namjoon didnt need to be told twice. He simply stuffed his wide plate with more rice, galbi and seaweed before getting up with another glass of water he poured himself.
Father and daughter needed to have a little chat.
He was more than willing to oblige.
'I don't really wanna talk about it.' She whined bringing herself up on her feet almost immediately when Namjoon was out of sight. The man was quick enough to hold onto her wrist, keeping her from running away. She looked at everything else exceot his face.
