𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈

01 | 하나

Minho.

The wind was blowing outside, the leaves falling down the trees. Obviously, today wasn't one of the best days, Minho hearing his parents argue for the third time this week. With an annoyed roll of his eyes, he marched towards the door, opening it silently and glancing at his parents from upstairs, who weren't seeing him.

" How many times will I tell you to stop bothering me about my work? This is my lifestyle and if you're married to me, you have to follow my rules " Minho's dad cooed out in a strict tone.

Usually, his dad was very sweet and caring to his mom, always talking and being sweet to her. Minho's parents loved each other and every servant in the house could be a witness to it. But happiness doesn't last for ever, does it?

" I don't care, because of you all the lives here are in danger! Since meeting you, I've always wanted a peaceful life, not this gangster thing! Even our son is becoming like you, cold, distant and ruthless, I don't want him to be like that! I want him to be free and to be able to be loved by others around him! " Minho's mom said, the broken tone obvious in her voice.

" It's too late. Now both of you are under my roof and this is how the things will continue. Better listen to me if you want to live. And it's better for Minho to be that way, feelings will only bring him trouble " his dad said in a monotone tone, not even caring about his wife's words a single bit.
" You're unbelievable.. I can't believe I ever loved someone as heartless as you " Minho's mom said, turning around, her back now facing her husband. The man was about to answer, but one of the guards rushed to him with a letter in his hand, stopping him from continuing the argument furthermore.

Minho's dad furrowed his eyebrows as he opened the unexpected letter, not expecting anything much. But a terrified look covered his face in seconds as soon as he finished reading the letter, his fists clenching, crumbling the paper and slashing it across the room in anger, making everyone stop breathing or moving from fear.

" Our goods have been attacked and you all are still here? Useless fuckers, it always seems like I have to do everything by myself! " Minho's dad yelled in a purely pissed off tone, grabbing his gun and coat before rushing out of the house, his team following him from behind.

Minors mom's tears kept flowing down her cheeks as she placed a hand on her forehead, not feeling good. Noticing it, Minho silently came downstairs and took his mother by her hand, guiding her towards her room. When the maid's wanted to follow them, Minho turned around.

" Me and my mother want to have a talk alone. Excuse us " he said in a stern tone, before going to her room with her as the maid's didn't dare to disobey him or his orders. He was the boss's son afterall and whatever he said was the rule.

" You didn't have to scare them away like that Minho " his mom sighed and sat down on the bed, Minho taking a seat in front of her in the chair.

A small sigh left past his lips as he noticed the now drying tear stains on his mother's eyes, which broke his heart, but of course he wouldn't ever show it. He was 17 years old, now nearly an adult, especially the son of the most powerful Mafia. Knowing if he showed his weak side even a slight bit, would occur to many unpleasant things.

" They ought to know their places. You're dad's wife and my mother, not a prisoner in this house whom everyone will watch over " he said with rage and hate in his voice.

His mother just looked down with a sad smile, placing a hand over Minho's cheek, gently caressing it. That move made Minho flinch, but he didn't back away. He wasn't used to affection much, since his dad would always make him train hard for days and nights without any food, with many bruises lingering on his body. Now you could say that he was used to tough life.