Daughter
-Sul almost killed herself when she was fourteen.-
"Here." Jung handed her a cup of coffee. It was creamy and sweet. The liquid warmed her bones well enough. He looked absolutely radiant. It was terrifying but also alluring. His hair was combed back the way she liked it.
"Why did you runaway?" He asked her. She rolled her eyes. He would never understand the feeling of being the female child. He was a man. In Asia, she was sure, women's liberation was fucking dead. Girls wanted to get married because they would bring fortune to the home. She never thought it would bring fortune. She was a part of the family. It was not fortunate for her to drop her whole career and play maid to some tight wad who was bad at sex.
"Your father never tells you to 'just get married'. He never disregards you as an insignificant thing. Jung I hate you so much for that. Just one chromosome can determine a person's worth in this world and their happiness." She tells him, her eyes are downcast. She thinks she looks like Jung often did when he was upset.
"I can make you happy." He tells her smiling. She glanced up at him. She was in a bitter bitchy mood.
"With your money or your penis?" She asks. At first he looks surprised at her question but he answers in a very unlike Jung way.
"Both of course. Many of the women I have had tell me I was quiet talented. So did Kwan's mom before she died." Sul almost spits out her coffee. She is laughing now.
"You screwed her?" She asks, not believing him for a second.
"I lost my virginity to her at the tender age of fourteen." He confesses. He looks honest but then again he always looks and sounds honest. Sul lets it go.
"You already know I'm a virgin." She says as things get quiet again. He gives her a wolfish smirk.
"I could smell it." He says. Sul is laughing again.
But she stops and takes a deep breath and then-
"When I was fourteen I tried to kill myself. I slit my wrists in the bathtub. Mom came in before I bled out. I think I did it because I wanted them to worry about me and I figured at that point in my life, living was too hard. Death would have been nice." She confesses. Jung doesn't like this at all.
He is frowning and angry. Maybe he'll break up with me, she thinks.
"That's pathetic Sul." He tells her harshly. She nods. It was.
"I hate my Dad. That was a little bit of the reason too, I guess. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life knowing that he killed his daughter."
"That's pathetic." Jung repeats, he wraps his arms around her. Sul feels warm but a little numb.
"Yeah." He kisses her forehead.
"I want to protect you." She tries to distance herself from him when he says that.
"Cliché." She mumbles.
"Yeah. But it's true. I don't understand people sometimes." Sul chuckles at his statement and snuggles in close.
"I do. They are selfish horrible people who want to be good. They are flawed by their views and their ways. Fathers in this country are the worst of the worst." Jung lifts her chin up to look him in the eyes.
Sul wants to cringe at the foreign emotion in them. It is want.
"I wouldn't be. If we had five daughters I would treat them as my protégés." Sul doesn't doubt it. He was scathing to her when they first met. She could see the little girl with black hair and brown eyes that would captivate and destroy people.
"Her name would be Seoul." Sul says.
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