"Put your phone down and finish packing, or I'm going to take it it from you." Mirae said, giving Minyeo an annoyed look.
"I'm almost done!" Minyeo snapped
Mirae stomped over, "This was your last warning!"
Minyeo jumped onto her bed, running from her mom.
"I'm not fighting you. I just got my nails done!" Mirae spat.
Minyeo whined. "I'm literally almost done."
"You don't need to update your friends every 5 minutes!" Mirae groaned.
"But I AM packing anyway!" Minyeo argued.
"OPPA!" Mirae called angrily.
Minho walked into the room and sighed with exhaustion. "Why are you two fighting?"
"She won't put her phone down like I told her, and she's running away when I said I was taking it." Mirae informed, pointing at Minyeo with her other hand on her hip.
Minho walked over to the bed and picked Minyeo up, setting her on the floor. He held his hand out for the phone.
"Appa, I was literally just sending ONE snap!" She whined.
Minho turned her around and smacked her behind. Then he plucked the phone from her hand. "Don't argue with your Eomma."
She threw her head back and whined. "You guys are literally so unfair! You're ruining my life!" She spat angrily.
"Of you're going to back talk, then I won't give your phone back before you leave either. You'll have to bargain with your brother to use his phone to contact your friends. Or you could smarten up, and I'll give your phone back at the airport." Minho said sternly. "What's your choice?"
She clenched her jaw. "The second one." She hissed.
"Good. Are you almost finished packing?" He asked.
She sighed. "I have one more suitcase left." She said.
"Are these all clothes?" Minho asked.
"Yes. I need them." Minyeo said.
3 full suitcases of just clothes?!" He asked.
"And makeup." She said.
"You were supposed to put any personal items you're bringing in at least one of them." He said.
"I did. My personal clothes." She said.
Mirae snickered behind them, agreeing with Minyeo's priorities.
"Okay. Fine. Just finish then." Minho said.
Mirae went to check on Minam. He had already finished packing and was sitting on one of his suitcases by the door.
"You're ready?" She asked.
He nodded.
"What's in all of these?"
"This one is my clothes. And that one is my shoes and like soap and lotion and toothbrush and yeah. And that one is my Spiderman stuff and my other models." He explained.
"You did not pack an entire suitcase of toys." She gasped.
"Eomma! They're not "toys" they're important!" He defended.
She rolled her eyes. "You don't need an entire suitcase full of them. Did you even pack your winter jacket and boots and mittens?"
"Well, no, but it's summer. Can't we buy those when we're there later?" He pouted.
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Our Family
Ficción General*Sequel* What would it be like to be the patriarch of a family of eight boys? Christopher knows all too well. His parents were out of the picture at a young age, and since then, he's been in charge of the family. He's raised his brothers as if they...
