I GOT YOU, MINJAE. | ANTON LEE ™

SEVEN.

"Wonbin ... get off my bed. I just made it."

Anton rolled his eyes with his arms across his chest, his foot tapping against the tile floor. He shook his head as he contemplated ever letting the boy come over. However, he'd have to figure out how to manage with the other five that's on their way.

Wonbin laughed and climbed out the bed, hair messy from rolling around in the bed. "Just vibe man, you've been so uptight lately," he yapped as he stood in front of his friend. "What's wrong ?"

What's wrong ?

What is wrong with me ?

With a defeated sigh, Anton shrugged. "I don't know ... A lot has just been on my mind I guess," he mumbled, dragging his hands down his face. Before Wonbin got to respond, the door was burst open with the show of their friends.

"HI GUYS !" "Gosh Seunghan, could you be any louder ?" Anton grumbled before greeting everyone else.

"We'll talk about this later," Wonbin whispered with a pat to his shoulder, receiving a tight lip smile in return. "Guys let's play Mario kart !" Shotaro laid on the bed before sighing, "do you ever get tired of playing that game, Sohee ?"

Instead of instantly responding, Sohee turned around and rolled his eyes, "hyung ... I could never. This is life." "I second that." With one hand raised, Seunghan lazily agreed with a controller in the other hand.

As they had their talks, Eunseok was sitting in the corner on one of Anton's beanbags. "Where's your dad ? I thought he'd be here." "Yeah me too, I'm hungry." Sungchan rubbed his stomach as he reminisced about the savory meals his friend's father creates.

Anton smiled softly before speaking up, "he took my brother to the park a while ago." Just as the two hummed in sync, Seunghan shot up off the floor.

"HELL YEAH ! PAY UP LOSER," as he glanced over, he can see Sohee's face covered in defeat.

"Oh gosh, this is gonna be a long night."

That's all Minjae could think as he walked in the dark alleyway, his eyes immediately landing on the male covered in all black.

"The usual ?" A voice croaked out, resulting in a nod from the agitated boy. Reaching into his pocket, the older man pulled out a small pack with a white substance in it. "You know this isn't good for a kid like you."

He froze. Minjae knew this wasn't good for him. He always knew. He couldn't stop now though. The boy grabbed the package from the rough hands before him, "I don't need you to lecture me about my health. Thanks." With that, he walked off into the night.

After finally making it home, he rushed into the dimly lit house.

"Where were you ?"

He knew that voice. It belonged to his father. He closed his eyes tight as he turned around, his hands gripping onto the drug in his pocket. "I was at Yeji's house, sorry for coming back so late." He lied. He never lied to his father. Ever.

He arose to his feet, a grunt leaving him in the process. "Minjae. My son. I know you too well." His feet led him to stand in front of his son, his hand reaching out to caress Minjae's soft cheek. However, despite his sudden gentleness, he was shaking in fear.

Smack.

A loud thud echoed through the kitchen along with a burning sensation ripping through the boy's cheek. "Father ..."

"Shut your mouth. I heard what happened while I was gone." The older male stood over his son, eyes filled with disgust before he crouched down to his level. "Let me hear you do some shit like that again and I promise you will be out of my fucking house."

"..."

Just as he raised his hand to hit him again, Minjoon gripped his father's wrist. "That's enough."

Their father scoffed and ripped his wrist away, standing up and walking further into their adobe with a grumble. Minjae remained on the floor while tears seeped from his eyes, his hand never leaving his cheek.

"I'm sorry."