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Minho ran a frustrated hand through his hair, pacing back and forth across his bedroom floor.

"How have you been, son?" Mr Lee asked as he entered Minho's room, a smug grin plastered onto his face.

Minho stopped in his tracks, clenching his fists angrily as he faced his father with a glare. "Stop calling me son. You'll always be a bastard to me." He growled furiously.

Mr Lee rolled his eyes and scoffed derisively. "That's no way to speak to your father." He scolded sternly, sitting down on Minho's bed leisurely.

"I can't believe you." Minho spat out in disgust. "What the hell did you say to Seungmin?" He demanded, glaring at his father menacingly.

"Oh, stop being dramatic, Minho. Why would I talk to him? I would never want to hurt you. You're my son." Mr Lee shook his head dismissively, raising his eyebrows challengingly when Minho glared at him angrily.

"That's bullshit." Minho snapped, walking up to where his father was sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Language. Now sit before I make you." Mr Lee ordered calmly, pointing at the spot next to him.

"No." Minho shook his head.

"Sit down." Mr Lee repeated firmly.

"Fuck off." Minho hissed through clenched teeth.

Mr Lee clenched his jaw for a moment before grabbing Minho's collar roughly and forcing him to sit on the bed.

"I don't care how grown you are, you do not fucking disrespect me like that." He spoke loudly. "Especially not right now." He continued coldly.

"Fuck.. you," Minho whispered, his jaw tense and his chest visibly rising and falling rapidly.

Mr Lee tightened his grip on Minho's collar before he slapped Minho hard across the face with his free hand.

"Get out of my sight, you ungrateful shithead. And quit seeing that stupid boy." His father seethed coldly, glaring at Minho with barely concealed hatred.

Minho wiped the side of his lip, which was stinging from the slap but it still didn't seem to phase him one bit.

He stood up, straightening himself out in front of his father defiantly. "I'm going to see, fuck, and love my husband whether you like it or not." He stated firmly, turning around to leave the room, ignoring the furious shouts of his father behind him.

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"Seungmin.?" Minho called quietly while resting his forehead against the younger's door and knocking on it lightly.

There was no answer so Minho knocked a little harder this time.

He sighed heavily when there was still no response. "Baby?" He asked hesitantly as he balled his hand against the door.

The door finally opened and Seungmin stared at him with wide, watery eyes, his bottom lip quivering slightly.

Minho's eyes softened instantly when he saw Seungmin's puffy red eyes and tear-stained face. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." He whispered gently, cupping Seungmin's cheek tenderly before pulling him into a tight embrace.

Seungmin immediately buried his head between Minho's neck and shoulder when his body shook violently with quiet sobs, wrapping his arms around Minho's middle before gripping the older's shirt tightly.

Minho wrapped his arms protectively around Seungmin's shoulders and let the younger sob freely against him, rocking them back and forth slightly whilst kissing his head soothingly.

Minho stroked his hand up and down Seungmin's back comfortingly, not saying a word as he rubbed soothing circles with his thumb on the nape of the younger's neck gently.

"I can't.." Seungmin sniffled miserably. "I can't believe you.." He choked out through his tears, weakly hitting his fist against Minho's chest.

Minho just held him tighter, his lips brushing against the juncture between Seungmin's neck and shoulder softly. "I'm sorry, Seungmin. I promise you everything will be fine." He cooed softly, burying his nose into the crown of Seungmin's head once more.

Seungmin clung desperately to Minho, crying silently as he tried not to think about everything that had happened that day.

"Come on, let's get some rest," Minho mumbled softly, carefully guiding Seungmin over to his bed and laying him down gently.

"Will you stay?" Seungmin whispered timidly while clutching onto Minho tightly.

Minho nodded slowly, smiling slightly as Seungmin laid his head on Minho's chest without hesitation.

"I promise," Minho said quietly after a moment, stroking his fingers lightly through Seungmin's hair, trying his best to calm the younger boy down as well as comfort him.

"Thank you," Seungmin mumbled softly, closing his eyes tightly, feeling sleepiness start creeping slowly into his system even though his mind still wasn't calm enough for him to feel completely safe.

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