Lee Minho ~ | 💢🤬

Nice to meet you, your father. If you still consider me your father.
After your mother died, when you were about 2 years old, I raised you with all my love. I gave everything I had to be your everything, I did my best for you to love me. And it worked out very well. I became your loyal confidant, your best friend, the person you trusted most.
As time went by, as you grew up, our relationship cooled. You were no longer that little girl who fit in the palm of my hand. I didn't know why, but you started disobeying me and treating me like trash. It seemed like I was nothing to you, and I always blamed myself, even though I always argued with you, even though I reprimanded you, even though you always drove me crazy, I always blamed myself.
Until the day came when I couldn't take it anymore.
I was at work, presenting a mega-important project, when I felt my cell phone vibrate. I put my assistant in charge of everything and went outside to answer the phone.
It was a call from the school, telling me a billion and a half things, everything you and your friends had done, everything you'd gotten up to together, and half the world you'd hurt. You would only leave the school accompanied by me.
And I went. I went because I'm her father, because otherwise I'd be stuck in school for the rest of my life.
I arrived at school furious, I was so pissed off I didn't even recognize myself, I had lost the biggest project of my career because of your shit.
They made me sign some papers and I took you home. We lived next to the school, but I was driving because I came straight from work.
No joke, when we arrived I pulled you out of the car and pushed you into the living room, I didn't even let you explain, I was already hitting you.
I was so angry, I would never hit you, but I was doing it.