A/N: Update!!! Kekeke…. Can’t believe this one is also approaching to the end… *sobs* Only two chapters left to the end of my first ever fanfic! I think you all are waiting for this encounter between Eric and his dad…. Hope this won’t disappoint you all … Happy reading and thank you again if you leave some comments! :D

Eric's POV

As soon as I enter the study room after knocking, I find Dad sitting at his table as always. Although he is holding a bunch of papers, I

do not think he was reading. Maybe he was just trying to read. He looks at me with a faint smile and motions his head towards the

direction of one of the chairs in front of the table, giving the sign to sit down to me.

I just bow before sitting down like he wants me to do and waits for him to start the conversation while looking down at the floor.

Suddenly, I think I have lost a bit of my confidence in front of my dad. Now, I understand the meaning of “the calmness before the

storm” because at the moment, this is what is happening inside this study room. It is too quiet that I even can hear my own

heartbeats and the breathing sounds of both of us and I think that silence is killing me slowly.

“Your mom told me about you … and … that boy …”

The way of Dad’s starting a conversation is too straightforward that I am almost got off guard. I just look at up him blankly, lifting my

head and wait for what he wants to say next without giving any reply.

“Well … I think it’s normal for me to get shocked … I don’t expect you … to turn out like that … You were even on the verge to get

married with a girl, after all …”

I cannot guess what is in his mind until now. He has been looking at my eyes directly since he started talking but nothing can be

seen on his calm face and heard in his natural tone.

“Last night, I had many thoughts …I wasn’t angry, surprisingly … I just thought about your childhood, your graduation, your first day

at work, your engagement ceremony …like that … many things about you appeared in my head … scene after scene … Then, I came to

know my son loving another boy is the last thing I expected … You’re always a good son and I’ve never been ashamed of you being

my son … but now, my only son being like that … Thinking about them, instead of being angry … I felt sorry for you … I’m just sorry

that you have to live your life in a hard way from now on … I’m just sorry that as a father, I can’t do anything for you in this case …”

His slow yet firm words enter my head one by one and I can do nothing except staring at him back. At the end of his words, I can

feel a little shaking in his voice but he can still keep his calm face.

“No … Dad … Don’t feel sorry for me and … don’t blame yourself … It’s me who chose this way … and I’m the one who should say

sorry to you for making you accept me in this way  …”

Dad shakes his head slowly after my words and rubs both of his palms to each other gently. This is his expression of thinking

something seriously right now.

“First, I got shocked knowing that you are now together with a boy … who you met on the island … But your mom told me about that

boy and … about you being so determined … so confident … My mind went blank for a while … I taught you to be brave and confident

in everything you do since you’re young … and I started to think now you’re showing me back how you grew up … Then, I also

wondered how much that boy is fine and excellent … making you to choose him beyond everything … to risk everything you have …

to make you that much confident in spite of knowing the coming problems … You’re always a strong-minded person and have the

sense to decide between good and bad …. And we’ve never doubted over something you’ve done or chosen … because we always

trust you and your intelligence …and this time we don’t want to doubt on your choice, too …”

Maybe it is because of my delusional mind? I can sense a bit of positive feeling from his words. Maybe mom is right saying that

everything would be fine?

After his long monologue, he sighs slowly and stands up from sitting, walking towards the chair I am sitting on. He rubs my shoulder

before taking another breath to start again.

“Maybe your mom has already told you … We just want you to be happy … That’s all … For us, we’ve faced many things … both good

and bad in our life … and it doesn’t matter what kinds of things are waiting for us in future …. Don’t care about us … Just do what

you want confidently … bravely … If you’re sure that you can be happy …”

He squeezes my shoulder and flashes a faint yet encouraging smile at me. I think I get dumbfounded so much that I cannot utter a

single word after his talking. I was preparing to fight a battle against my dad and now he has been allowed me to do as I wish

without me having to do the talk that much.

Is it that easy?

Are my parents that much understanding since the beginning?

Will they be really ok?

I just stare at the man standing in front of me and seeing my surprised expression, he put a wider smile on his face, nodding his

head at the same time, like giving me an assuring sign.

“Dad …”

I cannot go on anymore since the tears start falling even without me noticing. All feelings and worries that I’ve been bottling up

until now seem like breaking through my chest and turning into tears. Now, I realize how much I have been afraid at the bottom of

my heart although I have been acting confident and brave all this time.

Being afraid that my parents might not accept me ….

Being afraid that they might get hurt because of me …

Being afraid that Pilkyo might end up as an invisible person for them …

At the moment, all those feelings are emerging one by one and I cannot stop those too overwhelming emotions and starts crying like

a child in front of my dad. Crying in a way that I have never done since I was born.

Those tears are mixed with relief, happiness and thanks to my parents and it seems like Dad knows about it because he says nothing

while looking at me crying, just patting my shoulder gently.

After crying out all of my heart, I look up at Dad’s face again and whisper in a low and husky voice due to crying.

“Thanks, Dad …”

Hearing those two words from me, a smile appears on his face and then, for the first time, I notice the tears on his face, running

down slowly.

He is crying, too …

Then, he gives his hand to me and as soon as I grab his hand, he tries to pull me up from sitting. After I get into a standing position,

suddenly, he hugs me and strangely, I feel like I have got strong energy from his embrace although the hug does not last very long.   

 He stares right through my eyes after pulling me away and sighs before saying:

“But … Son … I don’t think your mom and I won’t be used to … having that boy as your partner … so soon … It’ll take some time for us

not to awkward anymore around him … We’ll try … but I’m saying sorry in advance for that … and tell that boy about this … about us

trying to accept him … and about us not hating him …”

I give him a warm smile back for the first time since we met today and grab his hand into mine before giving a bit hard squeeze.

“It’s ok … Dad … We understand … It’ll be difficult for you … Of course … We’re just glad to know you’re trying to accept us …”

After saying this, I feel unsure of saying the thing I really want to say next. Seeing my hesitant look, Dad gives a light nod, signaling

to spill what is on my mind.

“Dad … If you feel ok, … and if you want to, … I really want you to meet him …. He’s just in the living room with Mom … But … if

you’re not ready, it’s ok … Dad … I’ll bring him again when you want to meet him …”

I said those words in a bit trembling voice and I keep looking at Dad’s face, searching any hint showing his feeling at the moment. He

goes silent for a few seconds after my words, seeming like he is preparing his mind.

Then, he nods softly and gives me a look full with expectation.

“What’s his name again? Jung?”

“Jung Pilkyo, Dad …”

He frees his hand from my grasp and starts walking towards the door, leaving me in a blank state. Then, he turns his head back

towards me and after seeing my blank expression, a soft frown appears on his face immediately.

“What are you doing? You said you want me to meet him … Come and introduce him to me …”

A/N *again*: I just don’t want to make Eric suffer so …. And don’t have any intention to make this fic as an angsty one … hope you’ll like this … ^_^