Dad's With a Slut |Kim Seokjin|
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SLICE OF LIFE ONE SHOT

Dad's With a Slut |Kim Seokjin|

My mother died when I was young. I don't remember hearing her voice, smelling her scent, or even hugging her body. I only have pictures that I can go by.

Without them, I'd be in complete and total loss about my mother.

My name is Ahn Y/N and I am the daughter of a young millionaire who made his fortune through his many talents; dancing and singing being at the top of the list. Modeling would be a close second.

My mother was just a simple woman with no title but she won the heart of my father at a young age. They'd met in middle school and got married in high school.

You could say it was love at first sight but even I could see my father didn't really love my mother as much as she loved him.

My father owns Seok Enterprises and he was almost never home for the past few years. I knew something was wrong when he wouldn't come home some nights. Mother didn't think anything of it.

But I thought everything of it.

I'm sixteen years old so I'm not exactly stupid. My father left signs when my mother was still alive. He had only female colleagues and always smelled of some type of perfume.

My mother never noticed to the day she died.

If you hadn't guessed by now, my father's name is Kim Seokjin. A wealthy, handsome man who can practically get anything he wants. He thinks money is all he needs.

He is rarely home so he just gives me his credit card.

But money isn't what I want.

I want my mother back. I want my father to actually care. I want all the sluts to go away. I want money out of the equation. I just want my family back.

My dad is with a new slut every other night and I believe the same thing was going on even when my mother was alive; he just didn't bring it home and in her bedroom. But I hear it.

I hear it all so perfectly.

That's why I am standing here now, a pistol in my bloody hands. The blonde lays on the floor below my feet and my father is on the bed, three bullets in his chest.

I broke.

My mother never knew and there was no way I could have told the poor woman without breaking her heart. She died happy. She died thinking dad actually was in love with her.

My heart isn't racing. It is quite level. I didn't murder good people. And my father had it coming, along with his little girl's he danced around in the sheets with.

Now I just have to find the rest of them.

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