𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 || 𝙔𝙖𝙣.𝙎𝙞𝙢

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟐

Hello! - Korean
Hello! - Thoughts
Hello! - Japanese
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3rd P.O.V.
"Young Master, it's time for dinner."

A petite frame of a young woman in her late 20's wearing a long maid uniform stood patiently in front of the blond male with her head bowed staring on the blue carpet floor with both hands clasped together in front of her abdomen.

"Tell the old man that I'll eat dinner here in my room."

His deep yet cold voice made the woman in front of him shiver slightly but she ignores the seldom feeling and proceeds to converse with the man.

"I'm sorry young master but Mr Kim insisted to eat dinner with you, he said that if you deny his request he will take away all of your valuable gadgets and will cease you to go outside."

The serene atmosphere in the room altered drastically, the Blonde male gripped his phone tightly while resting on his black leather lounge chair with a visible pissed expression.

"뭐라고 요? Did that old man just threatened me? Fine, tell that old geezer that I'll be there in a minute."

He brushed his soft blonde hair back with the same expression, still irritated from the dinner 'Request' his father insisted. The young latter only wished to stay in his bedroom alone with his phone without people disturbing his peace, but unfortunately, his father broke the 'peace' that he needed.

The young woman spared a glance towards the male and noticed the distress plastered on his handsome face, so, she bowed before leaving the male alone in his room.

"Ugh! What does he want now? Can't he just leave me alone in peace!"

He stood upon his seat and places his phone in his left pocket from his grey formal pants and walked across the bedroom where the Black wooden door is located. He finally exits the room with a gloomy mood and proceeds to saunter in the long corridor of their mansion.

The spacious hallway is quiet, only a few maids can be seen walking around the foyer so the young latter assumes that the workers are in the west wing where the large greenhouse is located.

Despite the lack of people in the east wing where his room is residing, he couldn't help but be in awe of the grand and glamorous decorations and designs crafted in the wall and ceiling. He simply adores how simple it may look but enthralling at the same time.

After all, his late mother is the one who personally designed and organized the east wing that's why he chooses to stay In the east building of their estate.

The Young latter stood in front of the wooden double-leaf door with a furrowed look, he placed his right hand on the silver handle and twisted it earning a creaking noise as he pushes the door.

He saw his father with a sly grin across his lips while sitting Calmly on the host chair waiting for his son to take a seat. The young latter closed the door before walking towards his designated sit on the left side of the elongated table just beside his father.

"I was worried that you wouldn't come."

His father chuckled making the blonde male irritated.

"What do you want? It's quite unusual of you to let me dine with you."

The Latter's father shrugged playfully with his usual cunning grin.

"What? Can't I just eat dinner with my Son~"

He clenched his teeth, fed up with his father's annoying antics.

"Just spill it, old man."

His father gave up and sighed from his son's cold behavior towards him before replying.

"Alright, Alright, I'll tell you."

He crossed his arms with the same furrowed expression, he somewhat felt anxious for some unknown reason while waiting for his father to answer him

"The real reason why I called you for dinner is to tell you a good news, I finally made my decision that you and I are going to permanently move to Japan to live with your step-mother and step-brother, oh, and your Mother, Hana, already enrolled you to your new school, isn't that great!"

The blonde latter sat there on his sit looking stunned with his eyes wide open while his father is beaming with happiness.

"What?! Are sh*tting me right now? I swear if this is some kind of joke it's not funny."

His father shook his head, telling him that it's not a jest.

"No, it's not a joke, what I said is true, we are moving to Japan. Our flight is scheduled on Friday, so you have 3 days to prepare."

He stared at his father, shocked, he couldn't believe what he had heard, it was too sudden and unexpected, he hated how his father did this behind his back without him having a single clue.

Now he knows why his father has been quiet for a while.

Moving to a new place, booking a flight without him knowing and enrolling him on a new school he knows nothing about which makes him feel infuriated and wanted to lash out.

"So what do you think?"

He stared at his father who has a big smile on his lips waiting for his reply, he scoffed at how shameless his so-called 'Father' acts around him, deciding against his will without any of his knowledge and notice.

"What do I think? Do you expect me to be happy after hearing what you just said? Booking a f*cking flight without letting me know, enrolling me to a random school I know nothing about and not asking me whether I want to or not. 너 미쳤어? How many f*cking times do you have to do this? You used to do this to Mom and now she's gone, I wish mom was alive not you. 난 너가 싫어,"

He stood in his seat and walk away with a stride, he opened the door and slammed it making his father flinch. The man was left in disbelief and shock, although, he was expecting opposition from his son that's why he was ready to persuade him but to hear the last words wishing for his dead wife alive instead of him is the least he expected.

He was fuming in anger as he walks down the foyer of the east wing, his abhorrent towards his father grew even before the death of his Mother. Memories of the past started to flood his mind, the way he controls and manipulate his mother is similar to a puppeteer controlling their puppets back when she was alive.

He hated himself because he was too naive and oblivious back then, he was powerless and weak, if only his mom was alive, he would immediately pack their bags and leave the Mansion to live in Daegu where his mother was born and raised.

He suddenly halted in his steps, he felt tears slipping down his pale cheeks, he gripped his chest wrinkling the cloth of his black turtleneck, the loneliness and longing he harboured after her death is weighing him slowly, the more he desired to see her, the more pain it gives him.

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•뭐라고 요? - mwolago yo? - What?
•나 미쳤어? - Na Michyeosseo? - are you crazy?
•난 너가 싫어 - Nan Neoga Silheo - I hate you