𝑴𝒊𝒏-𝒆 || Min Ho x Reader

✧˖° | 01

Patience didn't always come easy to me. Neither did finding love, solving calculus, and a lot of other things. But as far as my patience went, I was doing a well enough job concealing my boredom.

My arms were crossed under the table, my fingers tapping impulsively; cloaked by the dark wood that divided my mother and I.

"There's something important I have to tell you," she had told me, assuring me it'd be a wonderful surprise. I'd be the judge of 'wonderful.'

"So?" I prompted. There was a thin line between sitting at the dinner table waiting for my mom to finish building up her point and... insanity. I was crossing it, because often times all the 'important' things she had to tell me were utterly useless.

A well-suppressed smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, though not well enough for me to ignore. It established a sense of impending doom in my stomach that outweighed my... nah, it still didn't outweigh my boredom.

"I have decided," she began slowly yet triumphantly, "to transfer you to a different school."

A flicker of panic arose in my throat. Transferring schools? Has she taken her meds lately? There was absolutely nothing wrong with my school!

I have friends. I have good grades. I thought, beginning to panic. I had to think hard for a second to decide, I haven't even done anything wrong in the past week!

"What?" I demanded.

"Don't worry," she scoffed, shooing me away, as if it was no big deal. "You'll love it there."

"What!"

Boredom and impatience were no longer on my radar. In a single word, my mother had left me at a loss for words. I was speechless. Flabbergasted, you could say.

"Well, you see, I heard about how delightful it is at KISS—and I would really appreciate if you lowered your voice—"

"You've got to be kidding me. The school's name is KISS?"  My voice only grew until I was yelling, running my fingers through my hair in disbelief. "I've never even heard of it before! Where is it??"

She glanced at me guiltily.

I met her eyes.

"Oh, no," I said, realizing the answer a second before she spoke. I had heard of KISS before. "Aw heeel nah—"

"It stands for Korean Independent School of Seoul."

Boiling. That was the degree of my anger: so high that it boiled under my skin and bubbled through my veins. The incredible suddenness of the situation combined with my mother's shenanigans and my dramatic personality was not doing it for me.

"SEOUL?" I screamed.

"My EARS—"

"HELLO?? SEOUL—"

"One of my co-stars, Dami— you know her, right? Lovely lady—"

My chair toppled backwards, landing with a loud thump on the polished wooden floor as I rose to my feet. A whirlwind of thoughts was sweeping me away and suddenly I couldn't contain my frustration and—

"Seoul is in Korea!" I shouted. "You can't transfer me there just because... You didn't even tell me!"

"I'm telling you now, aren't I? And Dami told me that her son goes to KISS, and he loves it there—"

I paced in one spot, furious, but knowing nothing I said would matter. My mother's manner already told me enough. Everything was set already. The plane ride, the housing, the registration, the chauffeur... everything. I began rubbing my temples to relieve my newfound headache and not, like, y'know, explode.