The Obsession (EXO Fanfic) || ❋KimuGo Originals

Chapter 5 : 7 Years Later

By the time all of us exit the school I find my personal butler, Baekhyun. Anticipating my presence as always, not too early and likewise not too late. I scatter away from beside my friends, hurrying up to where my car was parked. "Yah! Jung-Ah! Don't forget to ask your Mom about my party, okay!" says Ha Joon, hollering with all her might.

I whip back waving at her for a positive yes before slipping inside my car. Baekhyun willingly gets my school bag, placing it on top of his lap. "How was school, Jung-Ah?" I shake my head tiredly, heaving out the biggest sigh of all this month. "Fast forward to summer please." Baekhyun lets out a chuckle, "I'm taking that as an average day at school then."

I lean my head against the window, noticing a lot of things quite differently every day. After a minute or so, the streets drastically change into a new scenery, not the one I usually see every day. I sat straight, looking at Baekhyun. "Hey, is this a new route or something?" "I'm afraid not. We're currently heading to your Mother's workplace as we speak."

My eyes round up, "W-What? Turn back!" I plead. But he shuts his eyes close, letting me know that he has nothing else more to say about the situation, it's either that or he was told not tell." I roughly lean back on my seat, crossing my arms with a spoiled look. "I thought you of all people would understand how much I hate having to deal with my Mother's work, Baekhyun."

"I don't have any other choice, Jung-Ah. If I were to disobey her orders of bringing you to her, then I'm afraid it'll be easy for your Mother to choose someone even worthy to handle you." He solemnly said. "What's there to be afraid of, Baekhyun? You have been serving this family ever since I was five. There's no way my Father would allow you to be replaced. You're the most loyal of all servants in the household. It'll be a huge mess if you were gone one day!"

I watch him form a grin, "Thank you for that message, Jung-Ah. I am quite lucky to have been assigned to take care of you. Just seeing you grow up into a woman day by day brings me a lot of joy." And just like that. Baekhyun quickly copes up with my selfish attitude towards my Mother. I don't know how he does it, but I'm glad he's very understanding about it.

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Seo Head Office. Afternoon.

"She's here, ma'am." I pass by Mom's secretary, freely taking place on the couch. Mother seemed quite busy with an important phone call, so right about now I'm wondering what she has me visiting here for. Finally, after five minutes, she hangs up. She stands from the chair and lands a soft peck on top of my head. "How was school, dear?"

I promptly sat with great posture, "Same as always, Mom." "That's great, dear. I'm really happy that you're having no problems whatsoever at school." She then takes a mild sip on her lukewarm tea, making me twice as hungry as when I got here. I shift my short attention to the wall clock and back to her. "Anyway, I heard from Baekhyun that you needed me here for something."

Her eyes spark with elation, "That's right. Well, I've been thinking. You're almost going to have your eighteenth birthday soon, and right now, I feel that it's the perfect opportunity for me to teach you a thing or two about my business. Don't you find it so fascinating? Just the two of us, bonding and spending time with each other." Mom softly handles my hand with hers, almost looking more younger than what I feel.

"Uhm, that's really swell, Mom. But don't you think I should focus on finishing college first? I don't mean to sound so offensive, but I hope you don't forget about what I discussed about before.." Mom's smile slowly disappears into thin air. I knew I shouldn't bring up the topic, but I really had no choice since she's doing it again; choosing my future.

"Look, Mom. I understand that it's your dream for me to inherit this company of yours. But I need to choose what I want for myself too. It's not that I don't love the work you're doing right now, it's just that, I feel that there's more for me to do in my life." I felt a small burst of excitement stuck in between my words, sounding off to an exaggerated tone of voice rather than a cool tone.

In the end, Mother reveals a small curve of her lips down. "I was afraid that you'll say that. But what am I to do, dear? You have yet to decide what you even want to do in the future. It's not for my sake and happiness, but for your sake. If you don't take initiative in what you want now, how will I keep my sanity at bay knowing that my daughter is still choosing her own path. You understand, right?"

I face the other way, waiting till Mother catches all her tears with a tissue. "I understand. Just please, stop crying, okay? Whatever it is you planned today, I'll go ahead and do it, okay?" I take a peek at my Mom's face, soon realizing that she had fooled me again with her fake tears. "Okay! That's the motivation I want to hear from you. Well then, let's go have a brief rundown of things before we grab some quick food. Sounds good?" "Yeah."

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Park Residences. Evening.

As Mother and I arrive inside the household, we find Father and Jongwon by the living room, Jongwon all snuggled up to Father as he watches his favourite cartoon; Spongebob. "We're home, dear." said Mother, kissing both Father and Jongwon's forehead all together. "Mommy! Mommy! Look, Spongebob!" yells Jongwon with his very excited voice.

Mother can't help but pinch his big round cheeks. "That's nice, sweety. Have you eaten dinner?" "No, mommy. Daddy and I were waiting for you and Noona to come back home." Jongwon, in such a young age of seven, has a big range of knowledge. Not only does he take Father's puffy cheeks, he also takes form his personality; a warm and charming personality.

Aside from the rest of my parents and Baekhyun whom I love, it's only Jongwon who I love the most. At times when I feel like my world is being torn apart by littlest things, it was him who embraces me, cheering me up with his silly ways. He's seven years old, and yet, I feel embarrassed to call myself his older sister, because for me, he is way more mature than me.

"Well, since both of you are back. Let's say we have dinner, hmm?" asked Father, arising from the magnificent couch to land a kiss on my forehead. "Alright. Then I'll ask the maids to prepare the dinner table for us."

During dinner, we talked about a lot of things, most are related to Mother's sales and Father's new business trip in the near future. And some, well, they're the same as what we always talk about during dinner time. It wasn't that I hate communicating with my parents, but seeing their dedication into having the both of us become their heirs makes me die a little inside.

I stare out the tall glass window, reaching almost the very top of the dining room's roof. There I pour all my inconvenient emotions, hoping that one day, when I wake up, I'll be the daughter they've always wanted in me. But for now, before I do take that slumber, I hope that something interesting would happen to my life soon..

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A/N : HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO ME! *^^*