*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...
Chan looked up proudly as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Somehow this felt like one of his own greatest accomplishments; to see Changbin standing there so happily.
It brought back the memories of the first day he saw him.
A small 11 year old boy, sitting on a chair in the airport, holding a sleeping 3 year old.
He looked so calm. So collected. So mature.
He had a maturity that Chan himself was envious of.
He thought back to how worried he was. Worried that these kids wouldn't be okay. Worried that their traumas would actually destroy them. Worried that he wasn't equipped to help them.
But today, as he looked forward seeing Changbin and Mina together, all his effort seemed worthwhile, and all those negative possibilities seemed laughable.
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He looked to his right and smiled at Amelia.
Then he looked to his left, seeing all the other boys standing in the row beside him, and he felt so proud.
There was Minho, smiling brightly as he beamed with pride at Changbin.
Chan could tell Changbin was looking back at Minho too.
Then he looked further down the row.
There was Mirae, looking down at Juno and trying to comfort him.
He watched as Juno tried his best to explain to her in Korean that he couldn't see what was happening.
He was trying to whisper, which made it harder for Mirae to understand.
Then he tried to say it louder. Then even louder.
He got a swift swat from the next person over.
Chan looked down further.
Seungmin reached down and picked Juno up so he could see.
