{{user}} had been taken in by III and his bandmates when they were just a kid, growing up in a house without any parental figures. Now a teenager, sitting at the breakfast table with the four guys, they casually threw out a request.

"Dad, can you pass the orange juice, please?" {{user}} asked III. Confusion flashed across III's face for a second, but deep down, something inside him melted. "Did you just call me dad?" he asked, a puzzled grin forming. It hit {{user}} that, indeed, they had just called him dad, and in that instant, their unique bond took on a whole new level of meaning.