Problematic Child • Chaeyoung X Reader •

16 : Sink

This is the real thing now.

This is the reason why I wrote this.

Hopefully, you will stick around after reading this...

I'm such bad author D:

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28 July 2018
(Chaeyoung's POV)
[Room 212]
22:00 PM

I was resting on my bed, blanket wrapping around my body as the air conditioner was on for full volume.

The warmness of the blanket and the contrast of the chilly wind in the room were making the perfect feeling for sleeping, but my mind thought otherwise.

It's been almost a week now since what happened to Minjoon. Everything seemed a bit unreal for me. Minjoon got expelled as the result of the incident and his wrongdoing in the past. Everyone was relieved from the news including me, and all five of the person who is responsible for the plan couldn't be happier that their plan succeeds flawlessly.

There is still something bothering me. (Y/n) was the one who planned all of this. Is he used me for his plan as well? Maybe It was just coincidence that he got a schedule on the day which I got beaten, or it was just me overthinking everything like always.

I guess how my family always treated me have made a immense influence on me. Constantly worry and anxiety, check. Overly attached and has little to no self-confident, check. And the worst part failed marriage of my parent,

check.

My parent's marriage was on the other side of the spectrum. Its initial impact wasn't huge, but it's the main reason for several problems in my life, for example, negligent insecurity and etc.

I clenched my blanket tightly to myself and closed my eye. Here is it again, back to this shit once again. All the effort to ignore it was waste. All of them were crumbling to pieces. Even though I try to refuse as long as I can, I have to admit it.

It rooted within me, I can't deny that it wasn't happened.

To be honest, my parents did try to hold their marriage together, but they ended up neglecting me in the process and solely focus on fixing their failed marriage, at least they didn't ignore me financial wise and kept me well-fed and always bought what I want.

But it was not loving and care.It wasn't what kids need.

And it's definitely not what I need.

Yes, it's super cool to have the newest and coolest toy and the most beautiful plushies as much as I want.

But they never, when I mean never I really mean it. Never come close to the love and care that I need from my parents.

Which I rarely got it.

I knew that they were busy with work and some adult stuff that they need to take care but...

but...

but...

I am your daughter.

Please love me...

Please take care of me...

Please acknowledge my existence...

Please don't just throw money at my face and told me to be on my own...

Is it too much to ask for?

The love from my own parents...

Or at least listen to me when I have a problem...