𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 83 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷

With a suppressing weight on his chest, Minho sat in the car, watching the landscapes race by, more of a blurry image than a vivid one. His arm leaned against the window as he rest his face against his knuckle. After a long time, his driver came to pick him up again. The discharge at the hospital had gone without problems, and now he sat back in a familiar car, bringing him to a prison he had rather avoided ever returning to but was obligated to. A prison he called his 'home'. And as long as his parents had to 'take care' of him, he had no other choice but to return there. And that didn't ease the rage boiling inside. His hand automatically folded into a fist while his nails scratched the surface under it. The mansion was already in sight. 

Minho's suitcase got loaded out of the car. A few maids came running out of the house, taking the baggage from his driver. However, Minho's gaze fixed on the grand window staring out at the entrance. She would be watching him for sure. 

And sure enough, a figure in a dress stood in front of the large window with crossed arms. Minho tensed in his place, glaring at her, hesitating no moment on storming into the mansion as a mix of anger and adrenaline combined, surging through him. 

"Why did you do that?" Minho yelled, barging in, showing no care in entering the room unheard as the door crashed into the marble wall, a painful echo sounding through the house. "Did what, Lee Minho?" Her tone rose, pressing down on Minho's voice as she sent daggers his way, however not changing in motion. 

"So now you even want to hide the fact that you are the cause of everything that has happened?" Minho argued back, utter disbelief dripping from his tone. "Why did you have to work with Han Jisung's father?!" 

"Is this about Han Jisung, again?!" Now it was his mother's turn to yell back as she gripped onto the strands of her hair. 

"You faked an incident!" Minho retorted. 

"Silence!" she screamed, her voice rasping through the air, accompanied by echoes from the multiple halls. "He wanted to get rid of his obstacle and we wanted to get rid of ours!" 

"So you settled on fucking killing him?!" 

Minho felt himself losing his rational composition. He was close to falling off the edge already. The rage inside of him formed into the need to make them suffer just as much as they did, almost toppling over the little patience he had left. How his hands itched. His dreams may have gotten ruined a long time ago, but no one, and he means no one lays a finger on his Jisung. 

"We have riches, Lee Minho." she started out calm, swaying her arms around while she twirled around as if proving a point. "We upper-class people get away with everything!" 

"So what makes you think that anyone would try to stop us, hmm?" His mother tilted her head to the side, her eyes piercing intimidatingly into his. 

"No, mom." Minho retreated a few steps, expression cold as ever. "You're wrong." 

He pressed the button, a flickering red light turning off on the recorder while a group of people burst through the doors, surrounding them, all clothed in black with a harness protecting them while intimidating weapons dangled from them, leaving no corner to escape.

His father entered the room. This time not on his own accord. Minho followed him with his eyes while his hands got forced behind him, stiffened at the Glock aimed into his back, although he tried to overplay it. 

A voice struck the silence, and Minho turned to the person who talked. "Ms. Lee, you and your husband are under arrest for drug trafficking, attempted murder, and breaking a prisoner out through corruptive motives. You have the right to receive a lawyer in court, however, you are expected to follow us for further investigation."