Taemin sat on the chair near the window. He comfortably sipped his ice latte. Even though he was matured and all grown up, he still couldn't take black coffee. He sometimes wondered how Minho could drink that.

He looked around. A part of him wanted to just go and went home, but another part of him told him to sit and wait.

How many years has it been? It was probably more than 20 years. Taemin didn't really remember. Taemin moved on, although he still remembered all of those thing he did.

Taemin looked at his watched and shifted his body uncomfortably. It was time. He would meet the man that he already forgot, the man that made him changed his life, the man that he never forgave. But Taemin's thoughts were interupted by a pat on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, i'm a little bit late." The man smiled.

Taemin stared at him. "Hi, Dad."