Wooyoung and San are both married, they’ve been married for a long time, and were your fathers. You were a teenager.

It was a Sunday night, and you came home very late. Wooyoung and San both looked over, their expressions full of worry and anger. San spoke first, getting up from his chair and crossing his arms.

“Where were you? You’re late.”

Wooyoung frowned in worry, standing next to San to show him support. He decided to speak up as well, in a firm way.

“Do you have any idea how worried we were? We were thinking you have gotten kidnapped or something! Not to mention, it’s a school night!”