Myungsoo POV

I got into my car and drove towards the Woolim dance studio. As I entered the building, the members bombarded me with questions. "Why are you late?!" Sungkyu yelled. I was still smiling like an idiot from what just happened. Then I felt someone slap me on the back of my head. "Hello??" Sungkyu said giving me a confused look. I looked at him and snapped out my trance. "Oh uh sorry, it's just that I forgot, honestly." I said . They all narrowed their eyes at me. "Well since you were late to practice, you will have to stay here for 1 hour and practice by yourself because we've done our part" Sungkyu instructed me. I bowed and thanked him for letting me off easy. "thank you, it won't happen again" I said. The members left me and I was alone in the dance studio. For an hour straight I practiced without any breaks, I owed it to the members. It was hard to practice though because of my bruises. It was painful and a struggle. Sometime I couldn't bear the pain, but I kept going. I looked at the time and saw that it was 8:00 pm. I got my stuff and headed to my car. As I drove home, I remembered about the kiss that Yoona and I shared. I wonder what she meant by the wink, but hey i'm not complaining. I got home and parked the car in the driveway. As I entered the house, I saw my father in his office room. He was talking to someone on the phone. Ughh I sware that's all he care's about, his business. He looked at me and told the guy on the phone "Listen i'll talk to you later ok." He hanged up the phone and walked towards me. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and went to the refigerator to get milk. "L, we need to talk" my father said giving me a look that I couldn't read. "About what?" I said not looking at him and focusing on pouring the milk into the bowl. "Son, I don't know if you should be involved with the k-pop industry" he said surprising me.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. "What are you talking about?" I said. "Son, I want you to work for me in the corporation." He said grinning. Who the hell does he think he is making MY decisions. "No thank you dad" I said coldly. I started eating my cereal. "Son listen to me, the k-pop industry is a joke-" "EXCUSE ME, that's my proffesion your talking about dad!" I yelled. "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU THROW AWAY YOUR LIFE FOR SOME STUPID FRIENDS IN A BAND!!!" my dad yelled. I looked at him in disbelief. It's like I didn't know him anymore.  "IT'S MY DECISOIN FATHER, NOT YOURS!" I yelled back. My dad looked at me with such rage that i've never seen before. "Fine you want to throw away your life, go ahead, but in three months I want you out of this house Kim Myungsoo." I was in shock. My own father was kicking me out for choosing to stay with my band over his corporation. I looked at him with hate in my eyes and his look reflected mine. "Why wait father, i'll go pack up my things now" I muttered and ran to my room. "L!" I heard my dad yell. If it's what he wants, then fine I don't care. I packed up as many things as I could and got out. My father grabbed me from behind and I pushed him off. He fell to the ground and looked at me in the eye. My actions surprise me and my father. I took one last look at him and before I knew it, I was in my car driving away. I wasn't stupid. Since the 5th grade i've been saving money like crazy. I had jobs after and before school, this year was the only year that I hadn't worked. But I guess that would have to change. I had more than enough money for bills, gas, clothes, food, etc. I had more money than I could spend. In the 8th grade I had even bought an apartment. Not a raggedy one, but one that 1st class people would lounge around. So that's where I was headed, to my apartment. My father knew nothing about it. I had thought about moving out many times before but I thought that maybe one day my father and I would become close again. I was wrong. He didn't care about me, based on his actions. Once I got to my apartment I set my stuff beside the door and went into the shower. Why is all of this happening to me? What's so wrong about being in the k-pop/music industry? My father doesn't know me, He never has and never w