"Yes? What is it this time?" I answered the ringing cellphone, feeling annoyed as soon as I swiped the screen.

"Heechul, you need to come home." Father immediately said on the phone before I managed to drop the call. I actually do that a lot lately. It makes me angry that he recently calls me a lot thesedays, mostly to nag about my life. Like, why would he suddenly care now? He was so busy these past twenty years to even see his son in person.

"Why should I do that?" I snapped at him, feeling proud of myself.

"We need to talk." He answered, his voice sounding somehow weak.

"No, I won't do it." I said firmly.

"Take a flight home to Seoul tomorrow. I'm blocking all your bank accounts and cards first thing the day after tomorrow and I won't be undoing that unless you come here to talk." He sternly warned.

"Wha--" I started my outburst only to hear the line being cut off. I cursed and threw the glass of alcohol I was holding all this time.

--- the next day ---

I woke up on the couch with a sharp headache. I stared at the ceiling for a moment and remembered what happened last night. I was so angry and frustrated after the call with my father and ended up drinking the whole bottle of whisky. I also thought about it last night and decided that I don't have any choice but to comply. I reached for my cellphone on the floor and dialed a number.

"Ya, Donghae-ah. I'm going back to Korea tonight