𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈

04 | 네

𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼.

The next morning, Minho woke up due to the sounds coming from downstairs, kitchen. A heavy sigh left past his lips as he slowly rose from the bed, walking to the bathroom to freshen up, feeling heavier with each step he was taking.

He discarded his clothes on the floor, looking at himself in the mirror for a few good minutes before stepping into the shower. As the small droplets of water was falling down on him, he couldn't help but wander his mind back into the past.

Yes, the past was still haunting him. Who can blame him though? He witnessed the death of his father, after that he had to be heartless, just to achieve what he wanted. But was he happy? No, not yet. He hadn't had his revenge yet, let alone be happy. No matter how much he investigated, he couldn't find whoever made the scheme that day.

" Bitches, they hid all the clues very well.." Minho mumbled to himself, now feeling frustrated as he ran his hand through his wet hair. But all that frustration faded away as soon as he heard the voice of his mother from the door of his room.

" Minho, baby, where are you? Mom missed you.." the woman mumbled. That played with the strings of emotions in Minho's heart as he quickly got out of shower, drying himself and wearing pants with a shirt, going out of the bathroom.

" I'm here mom " he said in a soft tone, lightly smiling at his mother who flashed him a bright smile, despite the small wrinkles on her face.

Gosh, he felt a huge mix of sadness and tenderness whenever he saw his mother. The mother whom he loved with all his heart, the mother who was once young and all in love with his deceased father. The mother who had white hair, even if she wasn't that old.

Minho knew that his father's death affected his mother the hardest. After all, they were a couple together for more than 15 years, so his presence would always haunt her.

It made Minho very sad, he could sometime hear the cries of his mother while passing by her room at midnight's. She didn't deserve to lose her husband, at least not this soon.

" My baby boy.." his mother said happily, which made him smile back, gently hugging her. She was hugging him tightly, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.

" Min, I told you wet hair is not good for your health. You might get sick baby " she said worried and made him sit down on the bed, before walking to his closet.

" Don't worry mom, I'm already a grown up, I won't get sick easily " he said, watching as his mother came back with a towel and hairdryer.

" Don't argue with me young man. You might be a Mafia devil in other's opinion, but in my eyes you're still my baby boy. My soft little boy who loves puddings with his whole being " she shushed him and started to dry his hair with a towel.

" Yes mom " Minho didn't even try to argue, he loved his mother too much to even talk back to her. He just relaxed while she was gently drying his hair, just like the times where he was a child.

A small giggle left his lips at the thought, gosh, he used to be such a troublemaker when he was a kid. Whenever his mother was trying to dry his hair, he'd just swing his legs and whine, while she'd laugh and hug him.

" Mom.." Minho started without even thinking, looking up at her.

" Yes baby? Did something happen? I'm sorry if I hurt you.." She said, placing a loving kiss on the top of his head and Minho felt like he could tear up. No one has ever loved him as much his mother did, and he was more than thankful for her.

" No no, don't worry mom..I just wanted to say that I love you and you're one of the best things that has ever happened to me " Minho mumbled, hugging his mother.

" Aww, my baby. I love you more, mom loves you so much more my sweet boy. You're everything I've got, without you I'd be nothing " she said with a soft look in her eyes, gently brushing his hair with her fingers.

" Thank you. Same goes for you mom " he smiled and stood up when she finished drying his hair.

" You're very welcome baby. Come on, let's go downstairs. I cooked you your favourite pancakes, the boys are already eating " she said, scolding him playfully, making him smile.

" Can never miss the taste of those amazing pancakes of you mom " he said, helping her go downstairs with him. The boys cooed happily as soon as they saw them, making Minho glare at his friends playfully.

" Hyung, don't be a sore eye, smile! How can you hold that heartless expression when the food is so good? " Jeongin, the youngest complained, making everyone let out a hearty laugh.

" Just shut up and eat Jeongin-ah. Or you know what will happen " Minho said, helping his mother sit at the head of the table, who was nodding in content while looking at the boys, looking like the happiest.

" Sorry, hyung " Jeongin giggled and dig into his food. He shook his head and also sat down, starting to eat his food.

" Mom, I wanna take you out on shopping today in the evening. What do you say? " Minho said, depriving his attention from the food towards his mother, who was already looking at him.

" Are you sure baby? Are you not busy? " she asked, placing a hand over Minho's shoulder.

" Yes mom. First let's finish eating, then I'll do some work. After I fiish, me and some of the boys will go to the mall with you " He said as his mother gave an approving nod, continuing to eat her food.

" Me and Hyunjin won't be able to accompany you guys " Jisung said as he finished his food, taking a wipe to clean the corners of his mouth. All the heads turned to him, except for Hyunjin, who was eating peacefully.

" What do you mean Sung? Why not? " the woman asked, not looking happy, but rather sad.

" I'm sorry auntie, but me and Hyunjin got a mission. Remember hyung? " Jisung asked, turning to look at Minho, who blinked, then hummed.

" Yeah, I nearly forgot about it. Make sure to wear your ear pieces, if anything happens, we will straight up come there " Minho said and stood up from the table.

The boys all nodded and also stood up, helping his mother to clean up the table. They couldn't help but wonder, how this missions of them would end up like?