3 Protection Measures (1/2)

After conversing in the gardens, the two decided to continue their conversation in the mansion. Lunch time was approaching and Minhyun wanted to bring his newfound friend to the dining hall to eat with him.

How many days has it been since he'd eaten with someone else? Last time father came home was around two weeks ago. Even then, he rarely came to the dining table and ate in his office. The only time he accompanied Minhyun was when he had something to say to his son, and usually, it was never pleasant.

On the daily, for three meals, Minhyun was used to eating at the fifteen-feet, wooden dining table alone. The workers would stand against the wall, not daring to sit beside their young Master.

But today, he was going to have his first meal with a friend. Why did his heart flutter from such a small event? His smile continued to linger as they walked down the halls.

The hallway towards their destination, consisted of beige walls decorated with different paintings. Landscapes, people, animals, and buildings; all of artworks had unique twists compared to the next. No piece was alike. However, there was one characteristic they all had in common. Although painted with reds, blues, and yellows, the colours looked monotone. Dull. The colour scheme was dull. The paintings blended in with the cold atmosphere of the house.

Yoona didn't seem to mind. In fact, her interests in the paintings were preventing them from arriving at the dining hall in due time. Minhyun was patient and he watched over his friend as she admired the pieces.

She found beauty in even the coldest areas.

Minhyun didn't mind waiting for his friend. This was the best time he'd had since forever. Even watching her was fun. She always had a curious glint in her eyes; an adventurous companion.

But he couldn't ignore the load roars coming from her stomach. As her body continued to growl, Yoona hunched over while walking, covering her stomach with her hands. Her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

”Sorry,” Yoona said shyly. ”I didn't eat anything today.”

Minhyun didn't mind the sound. In fact, he preferred the noises compared to silence. At least the roars of her stomach were humane.

He laughed. ”It's okay, I like it. It's cute.”

He meant it.

When they reached the dining hall, Yoona quickly ran to the washroom before the food was served. The washroom was not far so he hoped she wouldn't get lost after his instructions.

While she was away, Minhyun decided to use this time to warn the people around him. His eyes darkened as he faced the workers. They gulped. The sudden change in the atmosphere was toxic, too thick to cut with a knife.

”Have any of you contacted father?”