❝Angry Dad❞
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I SIGHED LOUDLY, LOOKING AROUND AS HE PRESSED the passcode in. Stepping inside, I quickly tried to make a run to my room, but was stopped by him.

"Haerin." He pressed his lips in a thin line when calling me, I turned to face him, "Hm?" He waited for a second, smiling, "I enjoyed being with you." I gave him a blank stare, chuckling as I nodded. "Me too." I said. "So..where are we going tomorrow?"

I paused, "What about visiting your father? You said you missed him, right?" He asked, I nodded instantly. "Yes! Let's meet him." He nodded, "Then...you're going that way." He mumbled, pointing at my door. "You're going there." I pointed at his room, he nodded, "Yeah." There was an awkward silence before he cleared his throat.

"Goodnight." He said, I nodded again, "Goodnight."

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I sat on the table awkwardly while watching Jungkook cook. I pressed my lips in a thin line when seeing some maids giving him weird stares,

"Is he on drugs?" I tried not to laugh at the insulting whispers. "Maybe he's just trying to give his wife a nice breakfast, like those in movies."

"Idiot. In movies, the hero always makes disgusting and terrible things."

He slammed the fork on the kitchen platform, giving the others a wicked grin. "Women, I can hear you all." He said, I sighed, suppressing a laugh. "And you...stop laughing." He pointed the knife at me, "Are you all done cleaning? If you are..then why not just leave early?" He suggested.

"I swear he's on drugs. Will I be investigated in the police station?"

"Will you all leave or do you all want more? The storeroom is full of rats and spiders anyway. There's a reason I keep it dirty."

"This.." I laughed as he placed the omelette in front of me. "Gosh! What is this?" He pressed his lips in a thin line. "Just try it!" He urged.

I nodded as I chewed on it, "Its face is ridiculous but taste isn't. Why don't you try?" He glanced at me when I pushed the fork near his lips. He made a disgusted face, "God! This sucks." He chuckled.

"I told you, its taste is totally lovely." I muttered, still smiling as I ate it anyway. "You shouldn't eat it when it tastes like shit." I shook my head, "Atleast you tried."

His smile dropped, face blank.

"You suck at this, never try again." Seran scrunched her nose, disgusted. "Damn you, I tried so hard." Jungkook scoffed, sulking.

"That's the truth." She argued, biting on the burnt thing. "Hey hey. Don't eat it. You'll puke later." She shook her head,

"I'll eat it. Atleast you tried."

As if his heart crushed, he gulped, blinking his eyes away as he tried not to cry. "This isn't the bad either." I shrugged, turning to him. "Are you crying?" I frowned, he sniffed, "N-" I grabbed his face.

"Oh—what happened? Why're you crying?" I asked, he paused for a second, his eyes squinting as tears fell down. "Can I..can I hug you? Just once?" He asked, blinking harshly. I grew confused at his weird actions, but nodded anyway.

He hugged me, crushing my bones, muttering something I couldn't possibly understand. I patted his head, his face dug in my shoulder, "Why does it happen again and again?" He asked, "What?" I asked. "She...you—what's all this anyway?" He muttered.

"It's fine." I said, not knowing what he was saying. "Forget about it." He said, grinning. "Let's go to meet your father."

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"Do you think it's good if I come with you? Like, won't he jump at me and yell for marrying his daughter without any consent."

I paused. "I'm not going to lie, I seriously don't know, he's quite...overprotective and all, but I don't think he practically blames you for anything." I answered honestly, to think that my sick father would jump out of bed just to beat Jungkook is impossible, but not yelling is not promisable.

He held the door handle, I could feel the tension in his mind. "Just open it—" I didn't wait for an answer and pushed the door open.

My mouth hung low. "Oh sh—" Jungkook panicked. "Dad!"

He shot his head to me, jumping off of the window and grinning. "Oh dear, I thought I'll break a bone or two to meet you." He said, laughing. "Dad." As I hugged him, he whispered in my ear, "Is that your husband?" I pressed my lips in a thin line and nodded, "Jungpoo? What was his name again?"

I chuckled, "Jungkook." He nodded, humming. "He doesn't look like a criminal or something." I nodded again, "He isn't. And, what are you even doing? Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Yes, I recovered fast. It's already been five months they say, maybe four, I don't remember though." He turned to Jungkook, clearing his throat, "Are you...like—thrity?" He shook my head instantly, "N-no."