*Sequel* What would it be like to be the patriarch of a family of eight boys? Christopher knows all too well.
His parents were out of the picture at a young age, and since then, he's been in charge of the family.
He's raised his brothers as if they...
~Memory of just before Minho and Mirae left for Canada.~
Minho walked in the door after finishing work.
He heard talking.
Uh oh.
What was he walking in to?
He turned the corner and looked in the living room.
Mirae angrily paced the room, ranting to Bean.
Bean sat on the chair, licking his paws.
"What is wrong with him?! Do you know what he did?!"
Bean meowed in response.
"Yesterday, I thought we had a moment! I finally got him to tell me about why he moved during middle school. And then after hearing about it, I was going to tell him about MY life. I've never told him anything. He's never once asked!" She stomped angrily.
Bean's eye's widened and he pulled his ears back fearfully.
"And then, he got up and walked away. HE WALKED AWAY!" Mirae said.
Minho stood there, wondering when she would be done ranting.
Finally she turned around. "He has to be the most selfish person I've ever met in my life!" She pouted as she looked up to see Minho.
He cleared his throat and turned to walk to the kitchen.
He started making himself a coffee and pretended he hadn't heard what she said.
Suddenly he heard a terrifying, high pitched screech.
"OPPA!" She shrieked.
Minho turned around.
She looked ANGRY.
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