They made him feel horrible

*Brrr* *Brrrr*

The phone on the lamp table kept vibrating till a hand stretched out to pick it up. The owner of that hand raised their head to see who the caller was and blinked, groggily.

"Hm." It was Minwoo. He closed his eyes, sighed, and answered the phone. "Hello, Dongwoo speaking."

"Are you finally deciding to be rebellious?" The person over the phone asked, and Dongwoo sat up, resting his back on the headboard as he listened to the person on the line chatter on and on.

He looked down at Sungho lying next to him while hugging a pillow and subconsciously brushed his hair back, revealing his face clearly.

"Are you even listening to me?" The voice asked furiously. "So what? You don't want to answer me now? After all I did to raise you. Lee Dongwoo, I am your mother, and if I do not approve of your choice of work, then you have no choice but to listen. Do I make myself clear?"