“i’m old enough to be your father, don’t you realize that? it’s quite worrying.” he let out a frustrated sigh, sitting down on the couch with a glass of red wine in his hands, looking tired.

you’ve always challenged yourself to not fall in love with five — well, fall in love with any older men which was old enough to be your father.

you miserably failed though.

here you were, sitting with five - looking at you with a look that your father would look at you if he was disappointed in you.