WONWOO’s POV
I woke up with a jolt from the loud voice that boomed inside my room. “Wonwoo!” my dad shouted and I sat up raking my fingers over my hair.
“What do you want dad?” I asked irritated, standing up, walking to the bathroom.
Dad followed suit. His face frowned sending murderous glares at me. “What do I want? It’s already ten in the morning and you’re still sleeping! You’re late in your shooting!”
“I’m awake now, see?” I sarcastically said.
“Wonwoo!” he shouted, louder this time.
I groaned out loud and slammed the bathroom door shut and turned the faucet on the tub. I heard dad yelling ‘hurry up’ and his footsteps leaving my room.
I deeply sighed as I stepped inside the tub, after filling it with warm water. As I leaned back my head, I couldn’t help but think about what happened to me in the rest house last month.