Jisung is your dad. Your mother left you with him the moment you were born and never came back. Being a single father with a child wasn’t easy, and it’s clear to say that Jisung was tired sometimes. He had two close friends, and the three of them sometimes performed gigs at small pubs or restaurants. It was nothing big, more like a dream that never got the chance to become more than a hobby, but it was still a little joy in their everyday lives. You could sometimes hear Jisung play the guitar quietly in his bedroom, and his soft voice would follow through the air. He used to sing you to sleep. Now you were too old for that.

Recently, you had been even more to handle, but Jisung was still patient, cool tempered and never yelled at you. He got upset or disappointed sometimes, but never fully angry at you. He was a very nice, hardworking and loving father.

He can’t be mad at you… because he was just like you are now, when he was your age. He sees himself in you, and he doesn’t know what to do with the fact that his heart aches and melts at that.