Red Lights | Minho ✓

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        Minho ignored the stinging headache he had, he wanted to leave as soon as possible. Shuffling for anything that he might had left behind, the black haired roamed his hands around the bed, night stand and even desk, but found nothing remotely important. He slowly creaked the door open, peeking to check for any sign of life and luckily there was none.

Minho walked out of the room, looking like a total mess, his tousled mop top of black hair, his tie facing sideways, his dress shirt not properly tucked in that complemented his lazy eyes perfectly.

He felt just like the young Minho, sneaking around the house to avoid his parents prying but this time he was sneaking out after a party, rather than the other way around.

“Its a shame you haven't really changed, Min.”

Minho froze at the sound of his mother's voice. He craned his neck to where she stood, trying not to look too surprised. “Hi, good morning.”

“Same line, same expression, really Minho? Getting drunk in front of Miso? You think I wouldn't notice?” Minho remained silent. Its just going to be scolding, words after words. “I told you to behave. Your love for alcohol is too much, how often do you take them a day?”

“I don't think that's important right now.”

“When will it be? When you pass out drunk in front of everyone? You were drunk when you first met Miso, weren't you?”

“Maybe?”

The middle aged woman stared at Minho with eyes burning with both anger and disappointment. She really hoped he had changed. She really wanted him to. It was disheartening to see her son lost and empty. Just seeing him standing in front of her ever so timidly reminded her of the day he was caught smoking. “Do you still smoke?”

Minho shook his head, No.

“Good, I'm going to pretend like a believe you,” she heaved out a breathy sigh, a small smile managing to grace her lips. “What would you like for breakfast?” the black haired queried, pulling Minho's cheek.

“I have to get going," Minho enunciated, inwardly praying his mom would let him go that easily, but to his dismay, she grabbing his hand, tugging him downstairs.

“Nonsense, you look skinny and pale and. . .” Mrs Lee rambled, a stern look on her face. Normally Minho would have a simple breakfast, sometimes he would skip it, but not today, there was no escaping the mountain of various foods laid on the table. He couldn't leave not until his mom was satisfied with how fat he'll look. The black haired had to secretly text Jisung to come get him, pretending like something important came up.

Jisung was reluctant at first but soon complied, he soon enough made it to the Lee residence. Its been a while he visited this place and was quite surprised that he still remembered how to get here. “Good morning Mrs Lee, is Minho Hyung around?”

Minho inwardly grinned like Satan when he heard that familiar voice, but that soon vanished when Jisung was also imprisoned and wasn't allowed to leave until he too had  gained some weight.

New quest unlocked; Escape the Food Dungeon.

“If we call Channie hyung, he'll be able to talk us out of here,” Jisung suggested, sending a quick message to the older, describing how they needed serious help and in no time, chan arrived.

And then there were three.

“If I eat one more slice, I'll die,” Chan complained, panting lightly. Apparently Mrs Lee hasn't changed, she was mainly the reason visiting Minho was like a high class mission. He soon called Changbin to come fetch them.

“I just wanted to sleep, please let me go and sleep,” Changbin wept, stuffing his face with hottoek.

Jisung suggested calling Felix but the rest declined, the poor chicken did nothing to be imprisoned with them. Luckily and through the secret technique of hiding some of the delicacies made, they were finally done with breakfast and was ready to leave. . .or so they thought.

“Its been long we've had contact with each other and I've missed watching you guys goof around, why don't you stay longer?” Mrs Lee suggested, smiling at the group of over fed boys. Of course they couldn't say no.

Minho watched as Jisung and Chan swam in the pool, indulging in a water fight with Jisung obviously winning. Changbin was on a hammock, sipping his orange juice, he gave Minho a skeptical look. “Yo Minho, stressed much?”

The black haired huffed, staying here– in this house– was very suffocating, from the argument, scolding and even locking up. It makes all his past mistakes crash upon him all over again. He tried restraining from all the bad habits he picked up during his troubled times. All went off, all but drinking, guess something just gotta stick.

“I badly want to leave,” Minho rubbed his temples.

Changbin shrugged. “I don't.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Same.”

Minho scoffed, looking away from the three traitors, flinching a bit when his phone vibrated. Minho shrugged, its probably Miso wanting to insult his ass for all the stupid things he said to her last night. He chuckled, taking out his phone.

Annoying fuck
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Hey, dumbshit.

Are you are awake?

☁☁☁

Minho grinned, he was totally right, but the next massage made that disappear.

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