#happened on 21st aug for my own time ref

[uninvitedawn]

rotten blood

The dining table had more life in it than his Father's own eyes. Minhyun could never see beyond them nor predict what he would say or do next, so, he preferred silence most of the time.

The cold marbled table held various types of main and side dishes, a drink personalised according to each person’s taste and the cutlery matched perfectly to the plates they were all eating from except for Minhyun. Distaste filled the insides of his mouth and he was rightfully uncomfortable at the sight of his younger step-brother Dongwoon. The very name he used to mock with a scrawny frame as an eighteen-year-old enunciating the ‘Dong’ more than the ‘woon’ or Ding‘Dong’. This sent the two fighting in a rage which was soon broken apart by the security guards who found no amusement in their pesky arguments. After all, they were just two teenagers and now grown men sitting across from each other, gaze piercing into their souls as if they were undressing each other’s flaws. Dongwoon grimaces as he motions towards the steak he was cutting through rather aggressively, the metal scraping against ceramic raising goosebumps on his skin as he brings the thick piece of meat to his mouth and rips up the flesh from the fork as if to display what he could do to Minhyun. The elder despite being frustrated only smiled with eyes that were as hostile as his Father’s which made the younger straighten his posture in fear, casting a side eye to his Father to make sure he wasn’t being watched.

The two maid’s scurrying footsteps made their way to the table to clear all of the items and replace them with dessert. Their Father smashes into the burnt sugar of the Crème Brûlée one of Minhyun's favourites and something he did not have an appetite for at the moment. Instead, he watched as the old man ate in silence. His spouse missing from the table which was a rare occurrence in the Kim family. Barely any words were exchanged and he wondered why he was called here, meetings like these were always like a bad omen and he took the silence as his cue to leave. He can’t be here too long otherwise the walls will start to close in on him. The feet of the chair scraped against the tiled flooring “Minhyun, I’ve arranged a meeting for Monday. Be there on time.” The loud bang of a spoon crashing against the table is heard and it came from Dongwoon, who got up from his seat and shot a glare at his step-brother and left them. Confused and not curious about what the meeting would be about Minhyun left without uttering another word. When he reached his home he received a message from the same anonymous number he’d been receiving weird messages from for days now and it read: “Watch your back.”