butterflies ʚɞ minsung

4

⚠ tw // abuse

minho's breath hitched as he looked at the caller id. it was his father. he was supposed to leave for japan today, accompanying his father on his business trip. he hated going on these business trips as it meant having to spend time with his father. he knew how well that went.

regardless, he was in his room, packing the last of his luggage with felix and hyunjin as he heard his phone ring.

"i'm gonna take this," minho mumbled as he grabbed his phone and made his way to the main balcony.

"hello?"

"i want you down by the gate of your building in five minutes, you got that?"

"yes, sir." minho immediately left the balcony as the call ended, entering his room where hyunjin and felix were squealing about something.

"LOOK AT HIS ABS, OH MY GOSH." that was felix with his high-pitched voice.

"AND THE CLAW MARKS ON HIS BACK?? I'M GONNA EXFOLIATE." hyunjin started jumping up and down, his soft black hair bouncing.

"you can't humanly exfoliate, dumbass." minho rolled his eyes as the closed his suitcase. it had only a few pairs of comfortable clothes, a formal suit, and his travel-sized box, decorated with stickers of his cats.

"bitch, you have to look at this video of cb97. he went shirtless in their fucking concert." hyunjin ran up to minho and shoved the phone his his face.

"i'll watch it later. i'm leaving for japan, remember?" he slipped on a black sweatshirt over his shirt, assuming it was going to be cold.

"oh shit, yeah. your dad coming to pick you up?" hyunjin threw his phone aside.

"yep. i'm gonna get into deep shit if i don't make it in time. bye guys," minho said as he left the apartment, rushing for the elevator.

he noticed the black limousine as he reached the entrance of his building. he always wondered why his father had to show off every thing he owned, but never said anything to his father about it, as he knew its outcome.

he silently got into the back of the limo after putting his suitcase in the trunk. he bowed to his father, settling in the far corner.

"you've learnt to follow my orders, huh, bitch?" his father, daeshin, said as he finally sat.

minho just nodded, too scared to speak. he pulled out his phone, mindlessly scrolling on his private instagram.

"look at me when i'm speaking to you, fag," daeshin said in calm but creepy voice.

"yes, sir." minho's head immediately shot up to look at his father.

"how's it going with you and your bitchy friends? you better have not done something to lower my image." daeshin looked at minho with a face like a typical evil disney stepmother.

"no, sir."

"you better not be fucking a commoner. i'll seriously kill you if you are," deashin chuckled.

minho just rolled his eyes, the act thankfully going unnoticed by his father.

"and what about that shitty job-thing of yours? are you even making anything from it?"

"it's all well. it's better than your shithole of a company anyways." minho instantly regretted saying that.

"excuse me?" daeshin scoffed.

he gave minho that glare he was terrified of. he knew what it meant. you're gonna pay for this when we get to the hotel. you brought it on yourself.