Honey Daisy ✭ KTH [м]

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The floorboards creaked beneath your feet, wooden planks shifting, slipping down the stairs. Your hands gripped the railing, the smooth wood sliding against your fingers, marching down the daunting, winding steps. At the bottom of the stairs, the white shaggy rug your mother once adored stifled your footsteps. 

Taehyung's in the corner of your eye, having turned your head to glance out the window towards the paddock. He continued to work with your horse as he promised your father, but the mood in the air wasn't a bright, sunshiney feeling. 

The realization that Molly was gone, never to come over to swim in your family's pool, heavily weighed on your chest like a dark cloud ready to storm. 

The police hadn't found any leads, but you also assumed the Judge was going to make it that way for such a mystery as Molly's death. 

The rest of your house was empty, your mother had run out to the city to talk legal documents. 

After the announcement, your mother agreed to have you back in the house, and she provided no questions about where you had been for the past few nights. 

She knew the answer, of course, but she knew better than to turn it into an issue so soon. At least she gave you that courtesy. 

Straightening, you took another step forward, then noticed Taehyung's head pop up and look across the field. His mouth moved as if he were speaking to someone, and you peeked through the blinds to get a better look. 

Suddenly, you were outside in a full sprint. Familiar arms scooped you into a tight hug, and your head lay on a strong chest adorned by a three-piece suitcoat. 

"Dad!" you cried. "I've missed you!" 

Remembering the nightmare of the last week or two, you shivered in your father's arms. It wasn't long until Jimin's words replayed in your head. 

Regardless of your mother being there, you ran the household by yourself while she stewed in her miserable, drunken stupor. 

Your father had kept you waiting for a bit too long with his arrival, and he never picked up a phone to update you on his plans. The times you were able to get him on the phone, the conversations were relatively short. 

"I've missed you, too, Y/N," your father replied. "I came home as soon as I could."

Your father released you, and you spent the time pushing back tears. Your face already stained his dress shirt. 

"Y/N-" Taehyung began, but was quickly cut off by a look given by your father. His lips pressed firmly together, head ducking, then went to work with Daisy. 

There was a long pause while your body tightened with worry. It drifted up toward your throat, choking your words. 

"Y/N?" your father's voice, barely audible.