4AM °HOSHI

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'just meet him once, huh?' she begged.

'ah, eomma!'

'please,' she coaxed. 'he is your father. he told me that he had something to give you.'

yooji took a deep breath, trying to cool down. however her voice came out venomous. 'he left you. he left us! why are you still so damn nice to him? mum are you too fucked up to accept that he doesn't care about us anymore? god damn it, get your senses straight for fuck's sake!'

her mother on the line sighed to suppress a hiccup. 'after all, he is still your father. he must have his reasons, yooji.'

she was too busy to control her uneven breath, and her mother took the chance. 'and don't talk to me like that. i am still your mother,' she said sternly.

yooji rolled her eyes in frustration and pushed her hair backwards. she angrily opened the cover and took the battery out.

but on the second thought, she assembled them back hastily and made a phone call, the one she almost forgot its existence in her contacts list.

even his voice was annoying.

yooji crossed her legs and arms, the frown linking her eyebrows together.

'how is school?' his eyes darted to her school bag by the chair. he looked at her once more and smiled.

yooji scoffed.

'i miss you, yooji,' the businessman in his expensive tailor-made armani suit said. he picked up his coffee and drank.

'bullshit,' she muttered under her breath, not meaning for him to hear, but he did.

the man took out two envelopes from his inner pocket and pushed them forward. 'these are for you, daughter.'

she glared at the white packets, and back to the person she detest the most in the world. 'what are these?'

'that one,' he pointed to the right one. yooji took out the contents and found several cheques. 'this is for you to groom yourself and we'll meet again on friday evening.'

yooji huffed, sending her bangs flying.

'yooji, you know appa has no heir, so i have to make you my heiress. he will be your future husband,' he nodded at the left envelope.

she clicked her tongue and took out the photo from it. at the bottom of the picture of a boy looking her age, in a handsome suit, was his name.

hong jisoo

'he is my partner's son. if this business gets right, both you and eunha can come back to me and we can live-'

'nonsense,' she scoffed bitterly. 'you really have no shame. you want us back?' she ignored the pang of pain in her chest. 'you just want me back because of your shitty business. why don't you fuck a random slut and have your own son?'

'you don't understand,' his voice became hard. 'i left for i wanted to be responsible. i have to build up my business so that i can offer you better lives. come on, yooji. you are the missing piece. president hong is really fond of you and you are to merge our companies.'

yooji glared at him with hateful eyes. 'better lives? mum and i are better off without you! you shouldn't have abandon us at the beginning!'

the man in front of her laughed quietly, coming out like a series of deep hum. 'if i didn't abandon you first, your mother would have done the same. you think she loves you more than i do? looking after you is just an obligation-'

yooji could listen no more. she couldn't hold her fury towards her biological father anymore. instinctively, she snatched the mug on the table and splashed him with coffee.

'don't you dare bad mouth my mother,' she raised her voice, calling the attention of a few customers. she stood up and pushed her chair back angrily, grabbed her bag and walked away, leaving the coffee-dripping father and the two envelopes in the coffee house.

she marched down the street, and finally slowed down her steps. she knelt down and covered her face, and that's when she broke down in public.

she thought of the numerous times she had to get out of bed because of her horny mother and the uncountable times she had to tolerate the noise when they satisfy their horny needs.

maybe he's right.

perhaps, no one fucking cares.

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