After Hours - Park Jongseong (ON HOLD)

# Park Jay

reporter 1: yet again, the son of park james has been tangled up with another women. a shock? i think not.

reporter 2: recent reports have been saying, that the only son of park james, park jay, will not be taking over his fathers company and full-filling their legacy.

reporter 3: many people of the public now wonder where the playboy park, or more formally known as, park jay, now is, as he has gone out of the public eye.

jay grabbed the remote switching off the tv, having enough of the rumours. he got up, walking towards the kitchen, grabbing the whiskey bottle set on the island. he lifted the bottle to his mouth, not bothering for a glass. far too much was on his mind. he swallowed the liquid, feeling a burning sensation, as it passed his throat.

his hand removed a few strands of his hair that had fallen in-front of him. feeling frustrated, jay put the bottle down, pushing his hair back.

he hadn't really gone out in months, that being the cause of his ever so long hair. he never liked long hair. he had always preferred it shorter, and would style it in a neat way. but who was he sitting at home to impress, it's not like anyone was going to see him.

the sound of the door being unlocked could be heard, jay turned around to see who it was. the door swung open revealing his mother. she pinched her nose, as the scent of his whiskey hit her.

'park jongseong how are you living like this?' , she exclaimed, her eyes widened seeing the mess in-front of her, including her son.

'for fucks sake.' , he muttered, hanging his head down. though both of his parents were quite tough on jay, his mother had always had a bit more of a soft side for him.

that being the reason she still visited him every now and again.

'mom i'm a grown man, i can take care of myself-', his mother stood there with a stern look. 'jay this clearly looks like you taking care of yourself.'

'mom-' , he tried to counter, 'no i don't want to hear a word.' , she started gathering some of his things, putting it to one side and clearing up the counters. jay leant his arms against the island, sighing. she stopped her actions, walking over to her son.

she closed the gap between them, hugging him. her fingers combed through jay's, now, long locks. he rested his head on her chest, finally feeling the comfort he had needed.

they weren't really a family of many words, in the sense that they didn't really show their love through words, but rather through smaller actions. sitting down and hugging her son, while caressing his hair, was her way of showing love.

though it didn't seem like it, jay had lacked a lot of things in his childhood, one of them being love and appreciation from his parents. he knew he made it slightly rough on them, with all the play boy stunts he's pulled. was it all for attention, or had his parents created a monster?

'i'm worried about you jay.' , she spoke softly. she says this to jay all the time, but something about it this time seemed a bit off, different.

she pulled away from jay, looking at him. 'your father wants you to work at St.Luis.'

'absolutely not.'

jay pulled away, walking to his bedroom. his mother trailed behind him, trying to convince him. jay was extremely stubborn. 'jay your father and i think this is going to be good for you.'

jay scoffed, 'that's hilarious.' , his mother huffed, losing her patience. 'jay i have had about enough, do you have any idea what i've gone through to make sure your father doesn't take away your bank account, or your house!' , she exclaimed, feeling frustrated. jay stopped at the door of his bedroom, turning to his mother, as she continued speaking