A Song For You SoonHoon/Hozi Fanfiction

I see Problems and Chances

*Jihoon's POV*

"Have you heard about SoonYoung?"

"He was seen sober while he was in a suit"

"Poor him. He doesn't even go to school that often anymore"

I heard people talk at my back

SoonYoung.

Ever since.

Him alone, has been chasing me.

Even in my dreams.

I then went home, I was surprised to see my dad at home. He was supposed to be at the hospital. Has he gotten better?

"Hi... Dad." I greeted him as I bowed.

He looked at me and he continued chopping the onions because he was cooking something. 

"Don't call me dad. I don't want it to come from a son who doesn't carry the name and reputation of the family with responsibility." He replied to me and I felt a pang in my chest. My own father.

"I did. I did all you wanted so I don't deserve that kind of response" I talked back as I get angry with him

"So you're talking back now huh? Did you learn it from the Kwon's? Or are you just not my son?" He said as he stopped chopping looking at me with a teasing smile

"I DID NOT! I AM YOUR SON! DON'T INCLUDE THE KWON'S, YOU ARE SHOWING SUCH DISRESPECT TO THEM! BE PROFESSIONAL AND HANDLE THIS ON YOUR OWN. DON'T TELL ME I DID NOT DO MY JOB BECAUSE I DID MY 'BEST'" I shouted

His eyes widened and then he approached me

He slapped me as had as he can with his face full of anger

"Don't you ever raise your voice at me in 'MY' house. Second, How about take a look at yourself, how professional is it to date the same kind of gender in the field of business. Third, I own the company and dealt with this hands on for how many years, so don't go telling me you did your best until you have proven to me you'll stay faithful in this company!" He shouted and with that I held my face as I felt tears stream down my face while I felt the pain on my cheeks

I ran up to my room.

I closed the door. And I slowly sat on the floor crying my heart out.

I want it back.

I want the dorm.

I want seventeen back.

I want it before Hoshi went in the picture.

It was all so perfect...

I look around the room and saw my keyboard, my guitar, my composition notebooks and my sheet notes, the ones I composed.

I never wanted to be a successor in my father's footsteps...

I never did.