A lighting strike Taemin’s pov

“I love you, Yeobo…” he told me. And instead of just telling how much I loved him to, I put all my love in a kiss.

After that night me and Minho were officially an item ^^ When we told Key-umma, Jonghyun and Onew, they are were very happy for us.

“Taeminnie <3” Minho said. “Let’s go meet my parents today <3” I stiffened.

“Unless you don’t want to…” He continued carefully.

“No, I’d love to ^^” I put on my best fake smile.

“Yay ^^ They’re very nice people, you’ll like them.”

“I’m sure I will, but do they know about the whole you-being-gay thingy?”

“ No… but no matter what they say, I won’t leave you.” He said with a serious look on his face.

“Good ^^ “ I smiled and gave him a sweet kiss.

Two hours later

“Minnie we have to leave now or we’ll be late.” Minho wined.

“I ready!” I said, jumping next to Minho in the passenger’s seat.

After an half hour drive we arrived at a huge mansion and I mean like, reallyyyy huuuuuge.

“D-do you parents o-own this?” I stuttered

“Yea…”

“I didn’t know you were so rich…” And I have a feeling his parents won’t like me….

And my feeling was (sadly enough) right.

“A boy?!” Minho’s father had yelled after he had proudly said:

“This is Lee Taemin, he’s my boyfriend.<3” His mom had fainted and his dad became all red.

“Yes father…” Minho said while hiding me behind him.

“I don’t remember raising you to be GAY!” He angrily boomed.

“How much do you want?!” He asked me.

“Huh?” I asked confused.

“Don’t play stupid! How much money do you want to leave my son alone?”

“Sir, I’m not after his money…”

“Oh please, Minho could you leave us for a moment?”

Minho hesitated, but I shot him an encouraging look. After Minho left the room his father directed all his attention at me.

“So how much?” He asked, coming straight to the point.

“S-sir, I’m really not after his money…. I l-love him…” I stuttered. (again -.-)

“Don’t speak nonsense to me. I’ll give you 100.000 dollars.”

“W-what? S-so much?”

“That enough for you?”

“I’m sorry sir. I just can’t accept.”

He looked really mad now. “Break. Up. With. My. Son.” He said, emphasizing each word. But no it was my turn to get angry.

“You just can’t force me to break up with him, I won’t!”

“This is your last chance…”

“I won’t!”

“Then you’ll pay for this…” he said darkly. “And get out of my house!!”