Obsessed With You.

S4 Episode 16- What do you want?:

"Hello Taehyun," He said most calmly whilst licking a dark red substance from his fingertip, one that seemed a lot similar to blood.

No. I had to be dreaming... HE CAN'T BE HERE! IT'S BLOODY IMPOSSIBLE!

Soobin said it's all a trick... So, how the hell did he come from my MIND TRICK... TO MY DAMN HOUSE.

I put my hands on top of each other before pinching myself to ensure I was alive.

Shocker... I was.

Unless... He actually did exist from before... And my mind trick was actually a memory and a warning that he was coming for me.

I swear I'm loosing my God damn mind!

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

And seeing the blood on his hands? Oh I was sure I wasn't going to last more than a minute. He probably killed my parents. And I was next.

Taking steps back, I backed up against the door which he had just slammed shut. "W-what do you want from me? And the hell were you in my mind?!" I managed to stutter out from my shocked phase.

"Why, I didn't think I changed that much. Have I really grown that old?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in deep confusion. What on Earth was he on about?

"I don't know you." I spoke firmly.

I was too worried that I would spill something that was meant to remain between me, myself and I only.

"You do know me Taehyun. It's your old man. Your father."

I shook my head slowly, "No. No you're not. My dad was home. You... You killed him or some crap. WHAT DID YOU DO?"

 I backed him back against a wall. I was certain he did something bad; and he was going to pay the price.

But he only chuckled in excitement as though he loved this fear that I felt along with anger.

"Ah Taehyun, you're so naive. I would've thought that you'd figure everything out when you were older, but I guess times change." He shrugged.

"FOR THE LAST TIME. I. DON'T. KNOW. YOU." I yelled out, almost loosing my breath at this point. I couldn't feel my head sitting still anymore; it was running from side to side. Everything felt numb, like a blur.

"Taehyun, listen to me. I know you won't believe me either way, but you have to hear me out at least," He gently placed his palm onto my chin to which I immediately pulled away.

"I'm your father. Heck, you don't even have a mother."

"Yes I do! But you killed her!" He sighed reluctantly.

"Taehyun. Your mother... She died in a car crash."

"Lie after lie. I wonder what other lies you're trying to shove down my throat."

"I was there with her. I survived... S-she didn't." I could see the tears forming in his eyes which made me slowly release my grip on him.

Walking towards the couch, he beckoned me once again to sit next to him. I hesistantly took my seat whilst keeping my distance. I still didn't trust him, not even for a minute.

...

But what if he really was my father? If so, where was he all this time? Why did he leave me with these people who weren't my 'real parents'? Nothing was adding up.

"When you were 6 years old, your mother and I we decided we would go on a little vacation with you. I still remember it like it was yesterday," He chuckled.

"She was wearing her bright yellow dress with her pearl white sunglasses. Her blonde hair floating away in the wind. You were listening to your favourite song, remember? The Blue Waves?"

I looked away at the familiar name to my ear. I tried to focus on every little detail he revealed but I couldn't even think straight anymore... Not after loosing everyone at Creeperville.

My "father" didn't know that was my favourite until I told him, he knew right away... I even just realised that I didn't know what his name was... What was my 'real dad''s name appart from 'dad'.

Was he really telling the truth?

"I was too distracted my her beauty..." He let out a small laugh, "I tell you. She was stunning, like a work of art. She was like an angel who had just fallen. I stared at her too much that I eventually lost control of the wheel. In that spilt second, the car toppled down, you weren't badly injured thankfully... But your mother?..." He sniffed, "That was a sight which scarred me for years on end. It still does. Her head had... It had been snapped off from the dent in the roof car."

Tears fell onto his cheeks as I slowly reached for the tissue box in front of me before handing it to him amd silently burying my hands in between my legs awkwardly. There was nothing I could do, I didn't even know his name, let alone comfort him over the death of his wife... Or my mother, should I say, after God knows how many years. 

"If she died... Then why did you leave?"

"I didn't want to, Taehyun. I was forced. I lost my mind ever since that day. The police didn't think I was responsible enough to look after you. So they took you under their wings and put me in a mental asylum."

I blinked repeatedly before looking back up at him. "If that's the case, then why did you feel the need to murder them? That's only going to put you into more trouble, only going to make them put you in a more distant location, one that's further away from me."

"What murder?" He laughed and shook his head. "You don't understand, do you?" My face was painted in confusion.

"Don't understand what?"

He sighed, "It's okay, don't worry. You've changed so much though.. Gosh you wouldn't even be able to remember your mother's name."

I slammed my hand onto the couch. "No, but I will now. You're going to tell me everything then. I deserve to know dad. I've lived a lie my entire life and I need to know everything that happened right now."

"D-Dad?" He smiled widely whilst crying even more.

"Yes. You are my dad... No?"

"Yes, yes; I just haven't heard you say that for a long time... It feels great inside," He smiled whilst wiping his tears and sighing.

 "Okay, I'll explain everything to you. But get comfortable because this is going to be a very long story. A very long and um... heart-breaking one. Also, please promise me one thing too... That you won't leave either".

"I can't make any promises.".