My Hand And Yours

It's All Your Fault

In the Kang residence, the rebellious son was thrown into his room. He fell onto the ground and growled at the men who stepped aside for his father to pass through. His father had a look of fury in his eyes and a scowl on his face.

"You have disappointed me terribly this time," Baekhyun said.

"I don't give two shits about being a disappointment to you! You can throw me out for all I care!" Baekho snarled back as he stood up but he fell back onto the ground when a hard punch connected to the same cheek again. He winced and held his cheek that was throbbing from being punched twice as he glared at his father.

"You ruined our image and I should very well throw you out but... Your mother is coming back and when she does, we will work out an appropriate punishment for you."

"Mother is..." Baekho's eyes widened. He gulped and felt small then. "She's coming back?"

"Yes. She heard about the wedding and she will not sit by idly anymore. You've disappointed her again, Baekho. You are grounded until further notice. Your room will be under surveillance for 24 hours and under no circumstances are you allowed to leave the house."

"Dad, you can't do this! I'm already old enough."

"But you're still just an immature fucking brat. I can't believe you decided to go against the Hwang family and run away with their son. Of all people?! There will be consequences, Baekho. Grow up. You're not living in a fairytale where you get your own happily ever after."

Baekho was speechless as he clutched onto his pants. He wasn't even trying to go against the Hwang family. He just didn't want to marry their daughter so when did things become this messy? The door was shut and locked, leaving the male to his own thoughts. He slammed his hands against the ground.

"Fuck! Fuck this!" He started pounding his fists against the ground harshly, not caring if it hurt. Not caring if his skin started tearing. "Fuck!" He wanted to go back to Minhyun's side where he felt the most at home. He didn't want to be locked up in his house again. Just like those years after his grandfather died. "Don't do this... Don't do this."

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"Grandpa, why does this flower shrink up whenever we touch them?" the young 8 year old asked.

"It's how it protects itself. You see, when herbivores choose its food and accidentally touch it, it will fold itself so it'll look like it has lesser leaves and thus a less tasty snack for them."

"Ooh. It's so cool!"

"Nature has a lot of surprises for us. Remember Baekho, someday, you'll find someone who is like a mimosa plant. Always hiding away from you to protect themselves but maybe if you wait long enough, they'll open up and eventually you'll see them as a whole again. All the good and the bad."

"I don't get what you just said," the 8 year old replied sarcastically before the two laughed.

"Just treat it as an old man rambling romantically. Oh look. That one is opening up again."

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"My father is dead?!"

Baekho could still remember it as clear as day. The day the news of his grandfather's unfortunate passing reached them.

"What do you mean he went into the forest?! He has a bad leg, there's no way he would have gone in by himself."

His mother's sharp tone filled the house and Baekho covered his ears, not wanting to hear the news.

"Baekho? No, my son... There's no way."

The phone call was soon cut off and he could hear the storming footsteps that came up to the 13 year old's room. He rushed to his bed and covered himself with a blanket, curling up tightly. His room door opened and the blanket was ripped off him. He turned to his mother who had makeup staining her face.