Forever Enchanted By You

Yihai smashed the lamp against the wall then immediately thought "shit, I loved the designs on that lamp". The thought didn't linger for long as the cause of his action crawled it's way into his mind again. He looked up at his father with blood shot eyes. The older man was sitting calmly, not perturbed despite his teenage son's violent outburst.

"I'm not your property," he hissed at the older man, fists clenched tightly on his thighs. "You can't keep expecting me to do whatever you want."

With that he stood and barged out the living room, making his way downstairs to the exit and ignoring the stern calls of his father. He left the house with a very loud bang to the door, undoubtedly cracking something.

Two weeks later, Yihai was looking out the rain stained window of the black Range Rover, refusing to acknowledge the presence of his father beside him. That night two weeks ago, he'd hidden away in Jian's house tho it wouldn't exactly classify as "hiding away" because everyone knew how close the duo were and whenever something happened with his father (which isn't rare) that was the first place he went too.

That night wasn't an exception when he found out they were moving back all the way to South Korea.

He'd felt infuriated. Not only because he would leave the life he was finally starting to love here. Maybe because it was the way he had no say in anything happening in his life.

That was the same thing that happened eight years ago after his parent's divorce. Yihai had wanted to stay with his mother, go with her to Thailand but no. He was too weak and too underaged to do anything. And he hated feeling like that.

Now here he was, in Seoul with his father, not remembering a lot of the city he grew up in. It was all a blur of broken distant memories never to be reenacted again.