Your POV 

It did not too long when I arrived with granny in Seoul. I still couldn't believe she got a chauffeaur just to drive us to her house. Grandmother was never the the one who boasted about being rich but she was not that humble about it either. She would do anything extravagantly just to show your father that her daughter made the wrong choice of marrying someone who was less than average.  

I shook the thought off, remembering my father made me want to just throw myself out of the car doors and run as fast as I can back home but I knew granny wouldn't just do that. Granny was never strict when it came to me, she loves me so much, it shows in her actions but I still couldn't bare seeing her downsizing my father.

He was like my hero, he was better than any hero in history! I have lived my whole life using him as a a role model and so that one day, I too can live without regrets. Being the greatest in the things I do. I love my father and of course, Jinyeol. I guess separation for a little while will make me a bit more independent.... Just a bit,

♦⇔♦

The moment you stepped out of the car, you noticed the slight differences that had been made to the house since those last seven years when you used to visit. The old black gates were now silver, the bricked walls were not replaced with stronger concrete and there was a new fountain sitting in the very front of the house.  The one thing that did not change was the patch of red roses that surrounded the area, you smiled. Those was the only thing your mom during visits to your grandmother. She always loved roses.

You entered the house and scanned around every inch from wall to wall, from ceiling to floor, just everywhere. It looked like a mansion from outside but it was a palace inside. You suddenly thought that maybe your grandmother was some queen from an unknown country and she brought in a pauper, you. 

She asked her maids to lead you into your room which was on the second floor. Your grandmother stayed on the first floor because she was having difficulties going down to he bathroo every evening, you just thought she was lazy and all. You remembered the room you used to stay in before. It had pink wallpaper and barbie bed sheets with matching pillows. A room especially made by your grandmother for you out of love. You