4."Hey Ji...I Have News."

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UNEDITED!!

Seungmin POV

I sighed as I stepped into my room slamming the door behind me. I frowned glancing around the neat room tempted to destroy it in rage.

Woojin Hyung had just dropped me home after leaving the courthouse and I was more then pissed. How could they just let Minho's dad off the hook basically with such a horriable thing?

No matter how mad I was, I wasn't one to reck my perfectly cleaned room though. Instead I tugged off my dress shirt and slipped on a t-shirt before falling back on my bed and reaching around blindly for my phone. The only thing I could possibly do right now was call Jisung and let him know what was going on.

Easily finding his contact I let out a small hum deciding to video call him instead. It took a few minutes untill I was finally seeing my brothers face on the small screen. I smiled lightly at the bright grin he obviously was faking.

"Seungminnie! Wassup, bratha!" He grinned and I watched as he seemed to be settling down on his bed.

"Hey Ji...I have news." I sighed seeing a frown form on his lips, it seemed he could tell it was something bad. Raking my fingers through my hair I moved to lean against the headboard of my bed before speaking.

"News? What happened? Oh wait...today was court right?" His eyes went wide in realization and his mouth gaped open "Oh God something bad happened, didn't it?" He muttered removing his glasses and rubbing a hand over his face.

"Yeah. He put him on house arrest for six months. Is that insane!? What's going to happen to Minho Hyung? His dad literally can't leave the house! The abuse will just get worst!" I groaned thinking over everything again.

"Fuck..." I heard him mutter and when I looked back to the phone screen I could already tell he was on the verge of tears. I knew how hard it was for Jisung to not be able to get here. Even with our dad knowing I'm here and mom knowing the situation they still couldn't get dad to actually agree to move to Korea. Every time I've talked to mom she always sounded so desperate to make sure I was okay and make sure my aunt hadn't done anything to me.

"And that judge...he was definitely a homophobic. As soon as Hyung mentioned kissing a guy his whole aura changed. I could see the digust and hate in his eyes, Ji! Man if I had a bottle or something I would've thrown it at his head.." I huffed annoyed while looking around the room. Though when hearing a slight chuckle I looked back to my brother on the screen seeing the smallest of a smile on his lips.

"Seung, if you did that then you would be the one in jail." He muttered and I rolled my eyes a bit not really caring about that at the moment. "Anyway I'm going to try and talk to dad again. Hopefully I can get something out of him." Nodding my head a bit at that I hummed in thought about to answer when my bedroom door flung open. I could see Jisung jumping slightly on the phone screen but my attention was on the women that stood in my room.

"What?" I hissed out not caring to show any respect to the women.

"Excuse me? How dare you sass talk your mother." She hissed and I rolled my eyes glancing to Jising who just gave me a confused look. 'Our aunt' I mouthed and he just made an 'O' with his lips before staying silent.

"Who are you talking to?" My 'mother' who I know knew was really my aunt Sohee asked.

"Why do I need to tell you?" I questioned before I was raising my arms to block her high heel that she threw at me. Hissing softly as it hit the palms of my hand.

"Since when do you talk back so much you brat? Tch.." She rolled her eyes and made her way in closer snatching my phone away and hanging up the call before taking her shoe and slipping it back on. "I'll be taking this...also I'm going out. There's not much to eat in the house and I don't have money to give you so starve I guess. Bye." I sighed at her as she turned around and made her way out of my room slamming the door behind her.

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