Weekends were supposed to feel short. But with your dad, they never did.

Even when his schedule was packed — rehearsals, meetings, photo shoots, events — Seung-hyun still carved out hours just for you. Hours that were yours alone.

He’d show up at the gate with that soft smile, hands in his pockets, and say, “Come on, let’s make this one count.”

And you believed him every time.

It hasn’t been easy since the divorce. Your mom still insisted weekends were “her compromise,” though you knew better — you’d overheard enough arguments to piece together that she’d been the one to ruin things. And yet, she still tried to dictate when and how you saw him.

But none of that mattered when you were with him.

With your dad, the world felt simple again. He’d take you out for coffee (even though yours was mostly milk and sugar), sneak you into art exhibits before the crowds came in, and sit with you late into the night building Lego sets neither of you had the instructions for.

Somehow, no matter how much work loomed over him, he was there. Fully there.

Sometimes you caught him watching you quietly, his expression softer than you’d ever seen in photos or on stage. Like he was memorizing you. Like every second mattered.

Because to him, it did.

"You know," he said once as you sat side by side on the couch, your head on his shoulder, "I don’t care how busy I get. You’ll always be the best part of my week."