mr. park threw a thick stack of stapeled papers on the wooden floor, the red circled '87%' facing the ceiling.
"chanyeol! what were you thinking? did you even study?!" mr. park once again critisized his school-work marks. "who do you think this family is? this is unacceptable boy! get upstairs and study!"
chanyeol apologized to mr. park and slowly turned on his heel, silently cursing himself and his father.
he slowly stepped up the wooden stairs until he reached the top landing, he heard a click and saw his mother come out of her room.
"hi baby, whats wrong?" she hugged chanyeol "did your father yell at you again?"
"step-father"
chanyeols mother sighed, "baby your going to have to stop doing that"
"doing what? correcting you on the fact that mr. park will never be my father?"
chanyeol looked up at his mother, her reaction almost being robotic and neutural.
"park chanyeol."
chanyeol walked off to his room, slamming the door behind him and plopping on his bed.
he closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if his real father was still here. Park Seojun.