To say he was shocked was an understatement; Key had never felt so many emotions at once as he stared at the man he once called appa. Once; past tense. No, his father was gone; he left three years ago. That wasn’t going to change. Key would never accept him back into his life again, not even if he got down on his hands and knees and begged Key for forgiveness. Too bad Key wasn’t a forgiving person.

“It’s been too long, son,” Kim Seungwa said, staring at his son. Key narrowed his eyes and stared back at him. What happened to ‘We’ll be back in a few days’? Stupid umma, couldn’t have said you were coming back today, I would have packed my bags and left already. Which he really had been considering doing. There was no way he wanted to live in the same house with two parents who abandoned him.

“Don’t call me your son; you disowned me, remember?” Key replied coolly. Seungwa smiled bitterly and nodded.

“We have a lot to talk about. Why don’t we go sit down?” He suggested. But Key smirked at him and turned towards the stairs to go up to his room.

“I have nothing to say to you,” He said, disappearing behind his bedroom door and slamming it shut. Key’s mother, Soobin, came out of the kitchen with a worried look on her face.

“Was that Kibum? Don’t worry, dear, he’ll come around, just give him some time,” She told her husband lovingly. He turned and smiled at her, giving her a peck on the lips.

“I know, sweetie. Why don’t you talk to him first? I’ll go pick up some dinner and then talk to him later,” Seungwa suggested. Soobin nodded and he left the house. Once he was out of sight  she frowned and marched up the stairs and threw open Key’s door.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Key sa