The middle aged woman looked at her husband who paced back and forth inside the huge living room. He’s really angry and he should be. This is the 3rd time their son created this kind of mess this month.

“Where the hell is he?” the man asked

“You really should sit down, he won’t appear soon” she said calmly “you know he never comes home this early”

“Ya, that’s the problem, he must be at some dirty night club creating a new disaster for me” he growled setting on a single sofa opposite to his wife who was really hoping her son would appear really soon.

But what she was hoping for didn’t happen. 10 pm, 11pm… 2am, and he didn’t appear yet.

It was almost three in the morning when the door knob finally clicked. Both the man and his wife stood up, the father preparing for a long argument with his only son and the mother thinking of ways how to calm down her husband and convince him not to kill the boy.

“Look at him, how I am supposed to not get angry?” the man said glaring at his son railing and struggling to get to the stairs

“Park Chanyeol” the man shouted and the boy stopped to look at the person who called his name, he wasn’t drunk, no, not yet, the amount he drunk tonight wasn’t enough for him to lose his ability to process things, even though he sure lost the ability to move straight

“Come here, we need to talk” his father stated but he wasn’t in the mood to talk about anything

“Talk about what?” he asked continuing on his way to the stairs

“Don’t you dare walk away on me, I said COME. HERE”

“Can’t we talk about this tomorrow? I’m not in the mood or state to take the nagging”

“You disrespectful brat, here, now, or you know exactly what I can do if you don’t”

Only then Chanyeol stopped, the old man would really screw few days of his daily routine if he doesn’t listen. He growled and turned back to the living room, ignoring the angry expression on his father’s face, he sat himself comfortably on the same spot his father was in before.

“What is it?” he asked coldly

“Where were you? You smell like , how much did you drink exactly?”

There he is starting; he really doesn’t want to listen to this. “Are we here to talk about where I was? Am I even supposed to answer that question?” he stopped waiting for a reaction but his father kept looking at him coldly

“Having fun, can we get to the point now?” he asked again

“What kind of fun? The same type that got your name into the headlines of the town’s every single magazine and newspaper?” the father asked sarcastically

“Not really, tonight was boring, didn’t you notice? I came back early” he said with a smirk

“When exactly are you gonna start to act like a real man? You’re 22 already, are you happy with the ed up life you’re living?”

“I absolutely am, and who said I’m not a real man, didn’t I prove it?”

“Yes you proved how worthless you are, is there any girl left in