#kwjun

what was really up with these social events? he just didn’t see the point in them, more so he didn’t see why he had to attend them despite being told the same excuse of how one day he would also be in his father’s position, of course against his own free will that is. so, when it comes to these events, it’s only natural for him to act out in different ways in some sort of attempt to get his father to stop forcing him to attend.

though, so far his own behavior didn’t nothing more than enrage his father each time that kota acted out, which is why he had managed to get himself into the situation that he’s currently in at the moment.

after causing a bit of ruckus, his father gave him that look which told him ‘follow me now’ and of course kota found himself in one of the private rooms, his father now in front of him yelling angrily about the little stunt that he had pulled by spilling his drink on one of the guests’ clothes, ultimately ruining the expensive one-of-a-kind dress. though, in kota’s defense, she sort of deserved what she got after talking shit about his mother back in japan, so of course he didn’t feel guilty in the slightest for what he had done.

“do you get some sort of enjoyment at ruining these events?! why can’t we have just one peaceful night without you ruining it?!” his father is in his face at this point, yelling these words to him in a mixture of both japanese and korea, something the man often did without even realizing he was doing it, especially when he was extremely angry with kota.

rolling his eyes at his father, kota averts his gaze elsewhere, letting out a heavy sigh of annoyance at the conversation that’s now taking place. or was it more of a scolding? either way, he wasn’t really even listening to hardly anything that his father was saying to him, though his father obviously takes notice of the lack of kota’s attention and it’s because of this that kota ends up feeling the stinging pain within seconds as the palm of his father’s hand makes contact with his cheek.

in that moment, kota can’t help but clench his jaw momentarily, eyebrows furrowing together as he glares at his father in response. “do you want to know why i act like this? actually, it doesn’t even matter. all you care about is the step-witch and never once really cared about me after you left mom. i guess i’m just learning everything from watching you?” his words are mostly just him practically asking to get hit again, and his father almost does just that, though before he can get his hand raised once again, kota has already pushed past the man and exited the room.

he makes his way out of the building, the stinging pain on his cheek making him very well aware, especially with the looks he’s currently getting from the guests, that there’s a handprint on his face.