y/n's POV:
"Ms.Hong, I don't think that Mr.Joshua, the young master will be fond of you sneaking out and spending time here at this... Questionable place," Minghao's voice sounded from behind you. He sounded posh, mixed with a tone of sarcasm. You turn around, caught red-handed, outside of your brother's mansion, outside of the security of plenty of bodyguards and servants.
"And these clothes, seem rather informal for such a big status of yours,". Your short, coal-black hair falls around your face as you look down to scan your outfit. A pair of white denim shorts and a black graphic tee with converse adoring ur feet.
This; was the attire that 'normal' people unworthy of your class wore, this; is what 'your' people considered as an embarrassment. This is what you were taught not to be in this pathetic life of yours.
You smiled to yourself, surprising the slim man dressed in all black. You glare up at him, but sigh in dismay, letting out all the jumbled up emotions that were wreaking havoc in your brain. But still, you kept calm, approaching the Maserati that waited behind Minghao, the Maserati that took you home or probably to your doom, you couldn't decipher just yet.
The ride back home was silent, as you rested your head against the window, dazed out within the gloomy corners of your mind. Soon enough, the apartment blocks grew shorter and wider into white houses, slowly ascending to those with high fences, blocking out the outside world, from the piece of land that each 'classy' man owned. The car came to a gradual stop as the big iron gates paved the way to a stunning mansion, tall and chic; the epitome of wealth.
One of the servants lined up at the entrance opened the car door for you and the head servant shoots you a look of sympathy and pity, barely lasting for longer than two seconds before she returned to her usual position of fixing her eyes in front and ahead of her. You walk up to the big oak doors as Minghao stood next to the Maserati, watching your every step. You gulp down the lump of fear that has formed in your throat.
The doors automatically swung open to reveal a furious and worried Joshua looking up at you, one seated cross-legged on the sofa in the foyer. His brows were knitted together, a cold glance directed towards you. You wince inside, witnessing the monstrous side of him that was normally specially reserved for the wrongdoers. He straightened up and approached you, stopping when he was a few meters away from you. You looked him straight in the eye, mustering up every ounce of courage left in you to stand up to him. You weren't going down without a fight. You had enough of this bullshit you didn't volunteer for, since a tender age. You knew you had reached your limit the second you stepped out and into the alley filled with cafés and small side shops.
"Where have you been?" Joshua questioned, a stern tone in his voice. You seal your lips shut. You knew you were testing his patience but your limits were broken beyond repair.
"Where have you been?" he growled, and you stood your ground looking up at him straight in his eyes. Silence filled the air in between the both of you as a war waged on in-between you in each of your minds.
"J-Joshua there's no need to be harsh with her, she didn't-" Haeun reasoned timidly to be cut off with Joshua questioning you once again, without a reply from you. His sigh turned into a shout of frustration, as he kicked the sofa, making it move back by a few inches. You flinch, eyes fixated at the sofa, in an utter state of distress. He swiveled around glaring down at you, anger ablaze in his eyes, jaw tightened.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? SNEAKING OUT? DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA ABOUT THE MONSTERS WAITING FOR YOU TO FALL INTO THEIR TRAPS-" he raged at you.
Enough was enough.
