"Lee Minhyung! What the heck?!" His mother screamed, throwing his test papers at him. "You know you should've got 100/100! Your not putting in any effort!""Its just one mark mom." The male said, shrinking back in fear.
"One mark is one mark! And don't you dare talk back to me!" His mother continued yelling at him before grabbing him and pulling him down corridors.
She pulled him down flights of stairs and pushed him into the basement. She took out a bottle of bleach and opened the cap, throwing it away. She then gave him a toothbrush.
"For your punishment for talking back to me, you are going to scrub every ounce of this basement all the way to the ceiling! For your punishment for getting 99/100, you are going to scrub it a second time! I want it done by tomorrow morning! Now scrub!" His mother shouted.
"I-i d-don't have gloves." He stuttered.
"For mentioning that, you have to scrub it 3 times! And no, you are not going to use those things!" His mother slapped him before going upstairs, locking the trap door the led down stairs.
Minhyung could only cry and pray Taeyong came back before anything bad happened.
His prayers were answered when the trap door was kicked open, his older brother rushing inside before pulling the younger into a hug.
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That was the first time the two brother thought about running away.
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Minhyung looked out of the window as the plane took of. He looked to his right to see his brother looking at him, care and concern flooding his brown eyes.
Their best friend and only person they could trust in Canada was Wendy, who knew of their state and helped in every way she could.
She felt bad for them, seeing them being abused daily must've been a hard thing for her and she could no longer stand her brothers' torture.
When Taeyong and Minhyung had mentioned the thought of running away, she took out two passports and two plane tickets, heading for South Korea.
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That's how Minhyung's first time in the plane ended up becoming an escape plan.
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Minhyung walked into school feeling extremely out of place.
People walked in and around the school compound, some chatting amiably with their friends, some just playing a game of see-who-blinks-first.
He had been in school in Canada, but it was nothing like the South Korean one. It was scary.
Minhyung pulled his hoodie lower and placed his hands in his pocket, walking to the locker room with his schedule in hand.
No one bothered to say hi or acknowledge him in anyway. They just looked ready to be done with school.
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That was how Minhyung's first day of school went
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To Minhyung, firsts wasn't very nice. Thats why he detested the number 1
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