𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 21 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼

Minho looked up at his window from below, sighing. Ok. Just climb up and go inside as soon as possible. Easy. At least that is what he thought. He exhaled again, grabbing the unstable ladder. 

He climbed over the balcony, landing on the tiles with a silent-as-possible thump. He walked over to the doors, pushing the glass panel open. And on the first step inside, the lights turned on. Minho's heart halted at the glaring radiance of it. But what really made it almost stop beating was the presence in his room. The sight of his angered father meant no good. Minho knew that. 

The man crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the ground, scowling at him. "Where were you?" 

"What do you mean?" Minho shrugged, in attempt to avoid his forceful gaze on him.

Minho held onto his stinging face with a trembling hand. "Don't act dumb with me, Lee Minho!" his father yelled, making him flinch in reflex. "You can fool anyone but not me." the man grumbled. The only thing that could really scare Minho was his own father. 

The man rubbed his temples and sighed. "I told you there would be consequences, didn't I?" Minho looked down, staying quiet. He indeed remembered what his father had mentioned before, but still chose to not listen. "If you don't stay away from him I will do anything to make that low life pay."

Minho's eyes widened. "You can't. Please! I'll do anything!" he begged. 

"What will happen is up to you." his father deadpanned.

"Make sure to get rid of him by tomorrow. And don't try anything funny, Lee Minho. I will send people to keep an eye on you so you don't cause trouble ever again." He nodded. Now his freedom also got taken away from him but that was the last thing that truly bothered Minho. His father threw his door shut with a bang, however, Minho was far too numb to even notice. 

He sat down against his bed seemingly not even conscious of the world around him. He was just completely lost in thought, the memories flashing through his head. What was he gonna do? 

What could he do?

He let out a frustrated shout, burying his face in his hands. All of this pissed him off. He was tired of this shit. Tired of everyone just trying to ruin his life and take away everything he truly cherished. He already had no family since his parents abandon him. They don't even love him. They just need Minho to take over their family business. And now that he finally found someone to love, his parents made that person disappear. 

The sound of things crashing and shattering to pieces echoed through Minho's room until the stinging pain in his hand stopped him from throwing things around. He lowered his head in fractions to see the blood seep out of his palm, revealing a fresh, deep cut. "Fuck," Minho cursed under his breath as he eventually calmed down. He had been too harsh. Minho took a breath in and out before looking for the bandage that laid somewhere in the room. He opened his drawer, rummaging through it, and grabbed the box. Minho carefully wrapped the bandage around his wound with his other hand. It reminded him of someone. The man softly smiled, remembering it.

"Jisung used to treat my wounds and wrap the bandage.." The memory felt warm to him. However, Minho's smile slowly dissipated and he let out a sigh. Minho let himself fall back on the mattress, the covers launching beside him, looking up at the ceiling. It wasn't nearly as special as the stars in the sky he had watched endless times with Jisung. A deep frown creased his forehead, the corners of his mouth turning down. He already felt regret for what would happen the next day. "Jisung, I am so sorry" Minho softly whispered before trying to close his eyes and get some rest. If only that was as easy as it sounded. 

He exhaled aggravatingly, opening his eyes again. "How can I sleep like this?" he asked himself, the full moon still shining through his window, but this time with no one to hold.