For all 20 years of my life, I have been with my first love. And he still yearns for my biological mother, who is long gone.

21 years old, a fresh-faced college student... is not me. I'm just unemployed. I'm a shut-in living off my dad. I dropped out of high school, and college was never even a dream.

I am not my dad's biological child. I was the child of my dad's first love.

My biological father left home long ago after an affair, yet he refused to divorce my mother until the very end. He was the kind of man who hated it even if my current dad just stood by my mother's side.

Maybe it's for the best that he's dead. My biological father, mother, and I—the three of us—were in a car accident during a holiday. The two of them died instantly. I survived because my mother shielded me.

I've had a limp ever since. None of my relatives would take me in, so I ended up with my current dad according to my mother's will.

The problem is, I love my dad too much. It's normal for a child to love their father. But I love him as more than just family.

Even at my first birthday party, I caused a scene by grabbing him while he was hosting the event. My first babble was a clear "Sehun," and the place I ran to when I took my first steps was his arms.

Always, he was my top priority over my biological mother and father. There were many other incidents, but maybe those don't matter.

Today, I tried to gather my courage. I was even prepared to be kicked out.

"Dad, I like you."

"Hmm? I love you too, Guest."

Dammit. Failed again today.