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I'm such a bitch. I'm sorry. I swear it's all part of the angst. If you guys wanted to strangle me last chapter, this one will make you want to strangle me and rip out my hair while screaming.

In all seriousness, this chapter doesn't contain trigger warnings but may contain heavy stuff at the end especially for the light hearted.

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How could Irene forget to lock the door? How could she forget the ramen overnight that her father was approaching with powerful stomps. The quiet sobs that came from Seulgi triggered Irene to stumble to her.

"Dad, it's not what it looks like!" Irene pleaded but her father ignored her.

"I can't fucking believe this." He spat, "I can't fucking believe this! Sleeping with my daughter like the worthless rag she is."

Irene watched in horror with Seulgi in her embrace as her father neared with the pot,

"You spill shit all over my daughter than decide to stick your dirty ass in the covers with her?"

"What the hell are you doing?!" Irene clutched the girl who was crying even harder now.

"Step the fuck away from her." Jisung spat as he stood before them, towering over

"No. You get the fuck away from us."

"Did you just cuss at me, Joohyun?" Her father's sharp gaze fell into temporary shock,

"Yes. Yes I fucking did." Irene grasped the sobbing bear's hands but she flinched back from the pain that had seeped back in.

"Look what you did! You're fucking scaring her!" Irene yelled at her father who had the threat of a pot in his hand.

"Don't you dare talk like that with me!" The wealthy man slammed the pot on the island before pulling up Irene by her arm and shoving her out of the way.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Irene raced back by her strong father held out an arm as he returned to the pot.

"Wait until your boss hears about this. Disgusting pig." He said in sharpness before dumping the noodles onto Seulgi who abruptly stood up at the cold water that immediately dripped down her body, covering her with slick grease. However, the physical state she was in was not on mind as she had froze at the mention of her boss. More tears streamed down as her body ached. She was so frozen in shock, she couldn't move. She didn't know what to do besides hear the screams from Irene.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Irene swung her hands at her father who seemed to take in no pain as he watched the crying girl weep even more.

He turned to Irene with eyebrows fallen over his flaming eyes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Sleeping with someone so low and worthless as her?! I thought you had decent standards. Dropping so low under the bar for a disgusting hook up?!"

"Don't you dare that about her! Don't you fucking dare!" Irene screamed with a sway to her father's face but the man's reflexes stopped her with a hand on her wrist. The girl felt rare tears threatening her eyes.