𝑴𝒊𝒏-𝒆 || Min Ho x Reader

✧˖° | 07

"You were at a party with alcohol??"

My mother's voice erupted from my phone the next morning. At 6am. What an effective alarm clock.

I winced, holding the phone away from my ear and muttering, "It's not that deep, Mom."

"Don't tell me what's deep!" she shouted so loud that I had to instinctively push the phone away from my ear.

When it felt safe to bring the device closer again, I tried reasoning with her. "Mom, I wasn't even drinking!" 

"Maybe not, but the press doesn't know that," she countered, her words biting. I had definitely drank a little, but she didn't need to know that. "You were at the party. That's just as bad. You know I don't care, but the public does!"

"You care that the public cares, meaning technically you do care," I grumbled.

"It's a good thing you weren't caught!" she shrieked, completely ignoring me. "Who else were you with?"

"Min Ho, I suppose," I recalled dully. "He got me out when Principal Lim and the authorities showed up."

There was a momentary silence on her end of the line that caused an ominous tension to settle in the atmosphere. I tapped my phone impatiently. "Hello? Mom? Are you still there?"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU GET CAUGHT?!" she suddenly burst out, splitting my eardrums into two. I held the phone as far away from my head as possible.

"HUH??" I yelled back, my confusion mingling with fury. 

"If you got caught holding hands at a party with Dami's son, rumors about you two would surface! Remember what we talked about?"

I rubbed my temples in a desperate attempt to control my language. "I don't want rumors about us floating around, Mom."

"I want you two to become the next big story! Headlines means money and reputation. You can be the ideal team romance or... star in a movie together and win an Oscar, I don't know!" she exclaimed. I groaned internally. Why did she have my whole life planned out already?

"Can you not focus on what affects your reputation for a second?" I grumbled.

"I would, if you didn't spend so much money every month," she snapped. Whoops. "You want to throw away the lives your father and I have worked decades for."

"Hearing you talk about 'my father' is taking this whole debacle to a next level of hypocritical," I muttered, crossing my arms.

I almost saw the face she made. "Legally, we're married. But emotionally? He's dead to me."

"Wow," I said, my tone flat. "You really shouldn't be telling your daughter that." But I really could not care less, because I already knew it.

"I don't care anymore." Her voice grew cold and unyielding. "You know what? You need someone to watch over you. You've already proven you can't be trusted to roam around without adult supervision."

"Where are you going with this?"

"If you keep this up, I'm sending you to live with him."

My heart sank and my panic rose. "Why?? I have a single dorm already! It's all to myself!"

"You paid for a single dorm??"

"Umm... yes?"

She hissed through clenched teeth. "That defeats the purpose of having a dorm! You're supposed to make friends and learn new experiences and social skills."

"Fine. I'll get someone to share it with." I answered, thinking of Kitty, who was accidentally suffering the boys' dorm. "Just don't send me to live off campus."