honey pot ;; j-hope && dahye
“Daddy, no! I’m not going on a blind date with one of your clients’ sons. That’s final.” A low groan escaped her lips and echoed through her chest, bringing up the spoon filled with piping hot kimchi stew. Lips blew softly before taking little sips, so as not to burn her tongue or the roof of her mouth. Would have been a bitch to deal with later.
As her father went on and on with the reasons why it would be best to find a possible marriage mate at her -- how did he call it? -- her ‘prime time.’ How revolting. Dahye already knew her twenties were the prime time in her life, she didn’t need her decrepit father telling her who to date and marry. Especially since it wasn’t restricted to just anyone with a penis.
“Seriously? Mom?” Turning her attention towards her mother, Dahye pleaded with her in a kinder, softer voice than when she dealt with her father. “Is there any way that he can not do this while I’m having dinner? He forgets I have long days, too.” Dahye leaned back against her chair, now rubbing her temples, dark brown eyes staring down at the soup placed perfectly in front of her, still sizzling and bubbling. Upon hearing the door ring, the only conclusion that could come from it was that the visitor came in search for her father -- and she was right. Throwing her hands in the air as her father walked out of the dining room, Dahye thanked whatever life-force that allowed this to happen.
After the peaceful dinner she was given to spend with her mother, she said her farewells to go back home. As she passed her father’s study, her eyes caught sight of the door slightly cracked open, ears barely catching any sound of the two people within the room. Straining her eyes, a very cute and handsome young man spoke quietly with her father. Kinda sketchy, although none of this behavior seemed foreign to her as her dad regularly kept his business life private. “Shit--” she cursed under her breath upon noticing them ending their discussion. Dahye hid behind another door, breath hitched in the back of her throat as she wondered who the cutie was, making a note to find out about him. Tonight.