Note: I have been watching this show called Fringe (holler if you're a Fringie!) and there was a scene where the father said the same to his son. Naturally, my thoughts went on Heedragon-mode and born was this fic. Enjoy!

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“Lack of commitment, son. That’s always been your issue,” the old man groused lovingly as he breathed in the warm air, taking in the scenery splayed ahead of him. “Yeah?” Jiyong couldn’t help but to suppress his smile. “Why? You’ve got yourself a girl?” the old man asked.

He moved to Paris two years ago after his wife passed away. His son, now a successful musician in their homeland of South Korea, rarely has time to visit but it was always a delight when he did. His reputation was one of the reasons why he agreed to move away. He prefer to spend his olden days in peace, away from the linelight that surrounded his son. His wife would’ve loved Paris, he always thought, but she could never leave their son.

He watched him struggle with his career and everything else that came with it. He wept quietly next to his sobbing wife when his son was underfire for his own mistake with drugs. He knew that his son was at fault but he hated seeing him suffer. He had said nothing then, knowing that Jiyong is punishing himself enough for the both of them. But he couldn’t hide his disappointment and his disdain for the entertainment industry grew stronger. The nail on the coffin was when his son couldn’t visit the hospital during t