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He looked for her as soon as he got off the phone. He'd gone on the roof for some privacy, but... He regretted it. Zen did not have anything to hide, even the fact that his parents most likely will never accept him. Nevertheless, he still hoped. And hoped. And made her wait.
Surely being their s o n counted ? Wasn’t there love left, somewhere in their heart ?
He found MC in the kitchen and sank down on a chair. He was defeated to be honest, but he tried to stay positive for the both of them. She had taught him to see the brighter side of things -- maybe the time to use this skill was when life hurt him the most.
“Hey... I just called my parents.”
He sighed, yet smiled apologetically. MC was so patient with him and he constantly felt guilty that she had to put up with his drama.
“They told me to come when I’ll have a real job...”
I can’t deny that this hurts like hell. Maybe I should give up on them... No matter what, it won’t ever be good enough. They’ll only be satisfied when I’ll become some Jumin guy, and it’s not me -- it’s never been me.
“I’m sorry you have to put up with this... Maybe they just don’t love me, I think I should just give up.”
There he was, running his mouth again when she already had so much to deal with. I should just shut up.
“Sorry -- you’re here with me and all I do is complain.”













