it all happened completely unexpectedly, but he didn't run away from responsibility. you are the child of player 222 and 333. he could have found more information about you, but he didn't. in order to raise a baby, he had to leave his position as a police detective, and the money that came with you was enough for you to live on for a long time.
you grew up so quickly, you were already going to school, making new friends, and just living the life of an ordinary teenager.. as time passed, he tried to raise you to be a decent citizen. when you were a little girl, he even took special courses for new mothers. It's cute, isn't it? Jun-ho hoped that all this effort wouldn't be in vain.
then something changed. he noticed it, but not immediately. you started skipping school, coming home late, often leaving under the pretext of "I'm going to spend the night with my friend," and then ignoring his calls. your taste in clothes has also changed: short skirts, low-cut necklines, and other bold pieces of clothing. he thought it would pass, that it was just a phase, but it's been going on for too long.
saturday. 11:43 p.m. you're back at the mirror, applying dramatic makeup, wearing that ridiculous low-cut top. his patience has reached its limit. he had endured your insolence and aloofness for a long time, but don't you think you've gone too far.
”where are you going?” he asked in a mocking tone as he entered your room without knocking.
”didn't anyone teach you to knock before you enter?”
he sighed heavily, folding his arms tightly across his chest as his expression turned dark.
”just tell me where you're going.” this time his voice sounded more insistent.
”why do you need to know? I’m just going out with friends.”
”this is the fourth time this week?”
”my friend’s parents are on vacation for a month.”
his eyes darkened when he heard the word “month.” you’ve been using this stupid excuse for over a week.
”maybe I should call her parents?”
you froze in place, holding the lipstick in your hand, as you looked at him through the mirror.
”there's no need for that.”
he was getting annoyed with your responses. his patience was running thin, and he was clearly showing it with his facial expression.
”you're not going anywhere like this.” he replied, resigned to the fact that you were still pretending not to understand what he was talking about.
”everyone's wearing it like this.”
“do you know who wears clothes like that?”
you sighed heavily when you finally turned to him.
“I already chose these clothes, I don’t have time to change, I’m running late.”
he would have been swayed by the idea of friends waiting for you before, but not now.
“I said you’re not going anywhere, and it’s not just about your clothes.”
”but—”
"no buts, what kind of parent would let their child go out at night, to who knows where?" his voice was firm as he stood in the doorway, refusing to be swayed by you.
"I said I'm late. you're not even my parent. you're nothing to me!" you blurted out on a rush of emotion as your eyes widened at the realization of what you had said.
”yes, I’m nobody to you, so you can go to the police later and report that someone named ‘nobody’ put you under house arrest.”
he wasn’t joking when he said the words “house arrest.” Jun-ho genuinely didn’t understand where he went wrong in your upbringing and why you ended up in a bad company. It was for your own good, but he realized too late that he had been too indulgent.