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Jihoon stood unmoving on his spot, his father looking back at him. Jihoon couldn't help but notice his features.

There were wrinkles starting to form on his face. The bags under his eyes unveiled to Jihoon that he was lacking sleep just like his son. His dark locks were starting to color into a lighter shade, signing him of his growing age as well. And it seems like his frown was permanent on his face judging by the downturn of his lips.

But then, the tired eyes that stared back at him slowly lit up as the other finally realized that it was indeed Jihoon who was standing before him, all grown up and living on his own with his friends right beside him.

His lips quirked up and he spoke for the first time Jihoon arrived in the house.

"Jihoon?" his voice was rough just like before. And it brought back memories that Jihoon desperately wants to forget but couldn't.

His father had stood up from the couch and walked around it, arms stretching out, his smile never dropping.

But when he was nearing the younger, Jihoon stepped back unconsciously and the man stopped in his tracks, frozen still. Jihoon felt guilt washed over him when he saw the look on the man's face.

He was dejected and shattered from his actions and Jihoon had felt the urge to comfort the man who had raised him.

But he bit his lip, not letting himself get dragged down by his feelings as his expression stayed stoic, hard while glaring up at the man who stared back in shock of his reaction.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

The man was surprised from how Jihoon had chosen his words and dropped his arms to his sides, stuttering.

"I-I came here for you."

Jihoon huffed and pointed himself in astonishment, eyes directed to the older's.

"Me?" He asked, derisive.

The man only gaped in front of his son as Jihoon scoffed and thrashed his head back, rolling his eyes while laughing to himself.

Jihoon stopped and looked up at his father again. "You came here? For me?"

"Yes." In came the response of his father, but he himself is unsure of his answer after witnessing what's Jihoon become.

What happened to Jihoon?

Jihoon's mocking face morphed into one that showed his fury. His eyebrows met and he gritted his teeth, like holding himself back.

"You have the nerve coming back here after what you've done in the past!"

Jihoon's father gasped and had taken a step back, taken aback from the younger's outburst. His face displayed confusion and this only stirred Jihoon's anger more.

Jihoon opened his mouth in shock and scoffed at him, looking away from the face that he learned to despise for the past years.

"What I did? What do you mean, Jihoo—"

"Really? You seriously don't know? How stupid are you?!" Jihoon screamed and turned away, hands reaching to grab fistful of his hair and laughed unbelievably.

His father was standing still, unmoving from his position as he continued to watch Jihoon pull on his hair hard, like he wants to just rip it off.

Jihoon groaned and threw his hands down, whipping his head towards his father.