I loved your performance last night, sweetheart, great job as always! I can't wait for my parents to meet you and see what a lucky girl I am to have you.

Be careful driving over! chu~~♥

A grinning Jung Yonghwa looks at me from my phone's wallpaper. His cheek-bursting, gummy smile and hooded eyes do not resemble the true rock star that he is.

That's what I love about him. He's such a walking contradiction. No one knows the real him but me, and some other lucky ones who happen to be very close to him.

"Is he really coming?"

I turn around from the mirror to see Mother peeking through my bedroom door. I put my phone in my pocket, smile and jump up from my seat and linked arms with her.

"He sure is, mom. I can't wait for you to meet him!" I said excitedly as I walked down the staircase with her.

Mother stops walking as we reach the ground floor. She held my hands and caressed my cheek.

"I AM excited to meet him. All your stories have made me think of him like he's my real son, or son-in-law for that matter," she said fondly. Warmth spread throughout my chest and face.

"You'll like him mom, I'm sure of that one thing," I reassured her. We grin at each other and head for the kitchen.

"Oh, better check if your father's dressed up already. You know him and his love for casual clothes at home," Mother instructed, pushing me towards the living room. "I don't want him turning off my potential son-in-law," she said with a wink.

I laughed at her words and turned towards the living room. Father was usually there at this time to watch the evening news while waiting for dinner.

"Fa~ What are you doing?"

Father was standing at the window, holding the curtains open as he looked out through the window down on the street below. He was conspicuously decked out in formal attire, complete with a black tie and cuff links.

He was holding a gun.

"Father, seriously?! You want to commit murder?!" I go over to his side, planning to take care of the gun.

"Huh? Who's committing murder?" He looked quite confused. I look pointedly at the gun in his hand.

Looking down, he chuckled as he realized what he was holding.

"Hey, it's a TOY gun. I saw it in between the cushions of the couch, must have been left by one of your cousins," he explained, waving the plastic thing in front of me.

"However..."

"Don't event think about it, father," I warned, placing my hands on my hips menacingly, looking at father sternly.

"Pssh, you're no fun at all," the 50-year-old diplomat said, wrinkling his nose at me. I start to be a bit irritated with him. I could feel my nostrils flaring.

It was a stand-off.

"Alright, alright, I knew this was going to happen. Yah, yeobo-ya, be good okay? our Hyunnie really likes this guy," Mother says as she comes in between me and Father.

"IT'S A TOY GUN," Father emphasized as he pressed the trigger and water squirted onto the curtains.

"Yah!" Mother cried out, slapping Father on the arm. "Look what you've done?! Now I have to change the curtains!"

"Why do you need to change them? He's just one guest!"

I left them bickering as Mother tries to get Father to go upstairs and get the other set of curtains. They seem to have never grown up, especially Father. Sometimes I wonder how he convinces people that he's a diplomat.

The doorbell rings at this time. My heart begins to race as I realize who might be at the door. I face the mirror in the hallway and check my appearance. Pinching my cheeks for extra blush, I run with light steps to the foyer.

The doorbell rings for the second time.

"Hello gorgeous."

He was standing outside the door, wearing a leather jacket, a pair of jeans torn at the knees, and leather boots. He was beaming with a sleepy smile on his face. I'm a bit taken aback at the shadows of a mustache and beard on his face.

He looks hot.

I step closer and touch his cheek. The rough growth gave a tingling sensation to my fingertips.

"Hello handsome. You look tired," I whisper as I kiss him lightly on the lips. He sighs and brings his arms around me.

"Not anymore, now that I've seen you," he whispers back, setting his chin on my shoulder. We stay that way for a few moments.

I pat and rub his back as he hugged me tightly.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea. You need to rest."

I try to get out of his embrace as I try to look at his face. He tightens his embrace.

"Wait."

"Wait why?"

"Wait. I'm recharging."

A warm feeling spreads on my face and chest at his words. I hug him tightly then.

"Recharge all you want, my rocksta~"

"What are you doing?"

I stiffen at Father's voice behind me. Yonghwa oppa straightens up and turns me around.

"Hello Sir, so happy to meet you. I'm~"

"Father, this is my boyfriend, the one I've been telling you about all this time," I interrupted, taking over the introduction. Yonghwa oppa reaches out a hand to Father, who paused for quite a while before shaking it.

"Hello Sir, I'm Jung Yong~"

"Ohhh Yonghwa-yah, you're finally here!"

Mother comes out from behind Father and welcomes oppa with open arms. Oppa pauses and looks at me. I grin and motion for him to hug Mother. He smiles and enters Mother's huge embrace, stooping down because of the huge height difference.

"Come in, come in! You must be tired, Seohyunnie said you came here directly from the airport? How's Japan? It's been a long time since I've been there~"

I grin at Mother's chatter. Oppa is a bit surprised as she pulls him by the arm into the foyer. She even bends down to pull off his shoes.

"Ahh, I'll do it Mrs~"

"Mother. Call me Mother," my mother insists. "Alright, take off your shoes and wear those slippers."

Father quietly steps aside but I could see him staring at oppa, his eyes not leaving him, not even for an instant.

I slip beside him.

"Father, please behave, just this once," I whisper in plea.

His eyes become round, feigning innocence.

"When have I ever~ never mind."

He huffs off to the living room, not even glancing back at me and oppa.

"I don't think your father likes me, hyunnie," oppa says to me as he finishes taking off his boots.

Giggling, I hook my arms into his. "He's just being oversensitive. Actually, you two are more alike than you think."

Oppa raises an eyebrow at me in question. I just laugh him off and head to the living room.

"Come over here and sit beside me, Yonghwa-yah," Mother calls out the moment we arrive. Father frowns at her, but she ignores him and pats the seat beside her. I push oppa towards Mother and seat myself across from him, on Father's right-hand side.

"Didn't you have time to shave before coming over?" Father said, beginning his attack. I rolled my eyes at Yonghwa oppa, who instantly understands.

"Ahh, I do apologize sir, I came here directly from the airport, we had a concert in Japan last night~"

My mother, the fangirl, starts patting his hand and nods her head in understanding. Father snorts and mumbles.

"It's not like there are no bathrooms on airplanes..."

"Father~" I whisper in warning. He narrows his eyes at my direction in response. I just sigh in despair.

"Don't you like being korean? What's with the blonde hair?" Father suddenly asked.

"It's just a concept, sir. For the new album's theme, we're going for a British rock feel, so~"

Awkward silence filled the room.

I barely hold my irritation at Father, but I know he's just being himself. It was all just a little too much.

"Ahh, why don't we head on to the dining room for dinner," Mother says cheerfully, obviously to dispel the tension growing in the atmosphere.

"Yes, let's go Father." I pull him up to his feet but he wouldn't budge.

"May I please use the bathroom? I just need to freshen up a bit before dinner," Yonghwa oppa says as he stands up.

"Let's go, oppa, I'll bring you there."

Mother pulls Father's sleeve forcefully, and he finally rises up to his feet. He frowns in our direction. He points to his narrowed eyes with two fingers then points to Yonghwa oppa's back with the same two fingers, clearly saying, I'm watching him.

Shaking my head, I push oppa in front of me towards the direction of the downstairs bathroom.

"It's at the end of the corridor, oppa."

He turns around to check behind us.

"I really don't think your Father likes me, hyunnie. Maybe I should've changed before heading over... But I didn't want to be late..."

I pat him on his arm reassuringly.

"Father is just being Father. You'll get used to him. After all," I gave him a wink and a shrug my shoulders in my best attempt at aegyo. "You ARE dating his only girl."

He grins at my attempt at aegyo and chucks a hand under my chin.

He looks at the doors along the corridor. "What are these rooms for?"

"This is Father's study, and that is my studio. I have a baby grand piano in there from Mother and Father. Want to see it?"

I shrieked as he suddenly pulls me into the studio. He locks the door quietly and pushes me against the wall beside it, bracing both arms against the wall.

"Opp~"

"Ssshhhh~"

He holds a finger to my lips to keep me quiet. We listen closely for any sound in the corridor.

He then grins at me mischievously. "Hello there, y."

I feel a rush of blood towards my head and i feel lightheaded.

"Well, hello to you, too," I reply breathlessly. My heart begins to race. I knew he was up to something.

He leans towards me and whispers against my ear. His warm breath tickles my ear and sends goosebumps throughout my body.

"I've missed you," he whispers as he starts to nibble along my ear lobe. My knees begin to feel weak.

"Opp~"

"Every night in Japan, I dreamed of you, did you know that?"

I sigh and close my eyes as he rains tiny kisses along my neck. His rough beard tickles all my senses, driving them into a frenzy. I angle my head to the side to give him more coverage.

I sigh some more.

"I know, you told me every night on the phone, oppa," I answer breathlessly.

"Did I?" he whispers. His warm breath trailed along my shoulder. Shivers came in waves along my spine.

I only nod in answer.

"Well, did I tell you that... I've dreamed of doing this?" he whispers as he places his palms on the sides of my chest. I fight the urge to slap off his hands.

I liked it.

"No, you didn't."

"I'm not done, sweetheart," he whispers as his hands cup my s gently, fitting them into each hand. I stop breathing as alarm bells rang in my head: the good kind, if there were such things.

"Oh Hyunnie, Hyunnie, Hyunnie," he moans as he locks his lips onto mine and kisses me with fervor. I bring my arms around his neck for support, because my knees were failing me. He probes his tongue into my mouth, teasing me. I gasp in surprise at the invasion, but the warmth of his tongue start to arouse my senses.

But... I have no senses anymore.

He pins me against the wall with his torso, lifting me up by the buttocks. He pushes his knee in between my legs and tells me to wrap my legs around his hips. I am only so glad to do so.

"Oppa~ they might be looking for us~"

"Just~ I want you Hyunnie~ I need you~"

His words just melt me into a big puddle of goo.

Our breaths become quicker as he kisses me harder. I can only try to match his fire, raining kisses on his face and neck.

He starts my ear, his warm breath giving me shivers. All the nerve endings in my body are tingling with desire.

I forcefully bring him to face me again and kiss him. I could feel his desire rubbing against my own, but I couldn't think clearly...

"Hyunnie? Yonghwa-yah?"

We quickly stop kissing, the clouds of desire slowly lifting from our heads. I listen quietly as Mother calls out from the corridor.

"Quick!" he says as he sets me on my feet, rearranging my feet.

"Go, sit at the piano," he instructs as he pushes me slightly. I follow his instructions and walk with weak knees to the baby grand.

"Mother, we were just about to go back. Hyunnie was just showing me her babies~~ baby! Baby grand piano," Yonghwa oppa says from the door. I giggle quietly from my seat in front of the piano.

"Oh really?! Hyunnie, play something. You know, we gave this piano to her in middle school..."

Mother dives into another long-winded story about my childhood. I proceed to play Sonata No. 8 in C minor "Pathetique" by Beethoven.

My nerves slowly calm down as I concentrated on playing my favorite classical piece. Mother's chatter died down as I felt them move towards the piano. I can only feel them, because I close my eyes when I play.

The scene from a few minutes ago plays back in my mind. I can only give a smile.

Mother and Yonghwa oppa gives a round of applause as I finish playing. I gave a small curtsy at the end before we headed out to the dining room.

"You shouldn't have worn a dress, you know," oppa whispers in a low voice.

I look down at my conservative dress, with the round baby collars and wide leather belt that hugged my waist, holding up my balloon skirt.

"Huh? But this is the most conservative dress I have, oppa."

"Exactly~" he whispers back before pulling out a chair for mother at the table. She giggles like a girl when he did it. Omo, my mother is such a fangirl. Oppa proceeds to pull out a chair me, too. Father, who was sitting at the head of the table, narrows his eyes once more as he stares at Yonghwa oppa's actions.

I decide to ignore his childishness and enjoy dinner.

Dinner went smoothly. Father must have realized he was being childish and was quite amicable. He didn't say too much, he didn't say too little, either. Me kicking him lightly under the table probably helped, too. I gave him a little warning every time he opened his mouth to say something.

By the end of dinner, Father was sulking. Yonghwa oppa had talked a lot, since Mother threw him a lot of questions.

"I'll head off to bed now." Father said as he stood up.

We all looked up at him in surprise.

"Father~" I suddenly feel guilty from restraining him too much. He was also probably jealous from all the attention Mother spent on oppa.

"Sir, may I please speak to you for a moment?"

I look at Yonghwa oppa as he stood up as he spoke. I held my breath, thinking Father would refuse him.

After a brief pause, he nodded and headed towards the living room. Yonghwa oppa gives me a wink as he followed.

"Mother, should we~?"

"Leave them alone, darling. Sometimes men need to settle things on their own terms."

I helped Mother clear up the table and do the dishes. All the while I'm nervous about what's happening in the living room.

"Why is it so quiet?" I whisper as I try to eavesdrop.

"Maybe your Father DID kill him," Mother said with a grin, clearly teasing me.

I couldn't hold my curiosity any longer. They've been in there for more than twenty minutes. Quietly, I opened the door to the living room and looked towards the sofa. I froze as I realized what the two men in my life were doing.

Oh, they were friendly alright. It was a friendly showdown.

My choding father and my choding rockstar were having a gwiyomi showdown.

"Awww look at that, your father likes him, too!" Mother gushed from behind me.

The hot blooded rockstar who was kissing me passionately just a little over an hour ago was having an aegyo showdown with my father.

I could only stare.