【Original】The Forgotten Lights

----Chapter 22

*Hansol's POV*

I woke up, and it was quiet. Too quiet. I looked around the room. Kris was sitting on the floor by my bed, Siha was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. He was probably deep in thought. I decided I'd try go back to sleep. Then for some reason Siha sat up. He looked at Kris, then to me. It was odd. I just ignored it and tried to close my eyes, but his staring was getting on my nerves. I opened my eyes again. He smirked, then turned back to Kris. What was he so happy about? His smirk turned into a full smile, then out of the blue he began to laugh very loudly. "Ib dakchyeo!!" I yelled at Siha. He cupped his hand over his mouth. "Sorry, it's just..." He tried to explain, but then he began to laugh again. It was beginning to be annoying. Kris then looked up at the boy. He was just as confused as me. "What's wrong with him?" Kris asked, looking at me. Siha was still laughing. I shrugged. "I don't know, but I wish he'd shut up! I was trying to sleep and all I could hear was Mr Gull over there." I replied, screwing up my nose. Then Siha laughed even louder to my comment. Kris put his hands over his ears. "Oh, Siha! Be quiet!" He yelled. I frowned as the boy was still laughing. I looked over to Kris. "He won't shut up." I said to Kris. Siha stopped laughing and walked over to us. "Sorry, it's just I was laughing because it's been almost 3 months since the enemy attacked us, and we're happy!!" He said. I nodded. "Wait, you're right!" Kris exclaimed. I smiled. Siha was right. We were happy. I looked at him. "You know what that means, right?" He exclaimed. Kris nodded. I frowned. What did it mean? We can't have a party, it'd draw attention. "Time for some games!" He said. Kris smiled. Games? What kind of games? I looked to him curiously. There was a glimmer in Siha's eyes. He looked around the room rummaging through the small wooden drawers on the other side of the room by the door. This dorm was smaller than the others we'd been in. The room was a nice white colour, the floor was cement and the wall looked like it was unfinished white paint. Kris looked at Siha as the boy flung things across the room. It took him about 10 minutes to find what he'd been looking for. He pulled out a small thin box, with some weird picture on it. He brought it over, and gestured for us both to sit on the floor. I climbed off my bed, and sat next to Kris on a soft cushion. "So... what is that?" I asked, quietly observing the box. Kris chuckled. "It's a game." Siha replied, in shock. It was like the time with the crumpets. I was curious. A game that wasn't digital? That was odd. "What is the game called?" I asked, looking at it. It didn't have name on the box, and I was wondering what the silly game was. Siha smiled and put the box on the ground, opening the lid. Inside was shiny, large piece of cardboard folded up. Then beside it in little compartments were small money like slips, a dice and some weird metal figures. Siha smiled. "The game is called Monopoly." He replied. I frowned. Monopoly? I wondered to myself what it was, I'd never heard of the game. Kris looked at the box, and pulled out the shiny cardboard. He the unfolded it and placed it on the floor. The cardboard had some squares around the outside, and a giant square in the middle. There was a couple of rectangles in the middle, one with a chest and one with a question mark. It was a strange looking board. One square around the outside said 'Go' with a large red arrow. Underneath the arrow in small writing was the words 'When you pass GO, collect $200'. I was confused. So it was a money based game? I looked over to the money like slips. Maybe those are the currency? Siha picked up one of the figures. It was shaped like an old fashion car. The figurine was quite small. "I want to be the car." He exclaimed, placing the car on the go square. I frowned. Kris picked up a small dog figurine. "I'm the dog." He said, also placing his figurine on the go square. They then looked at me. "What one are you going to be, cub?" Siha asked, holding the box to me. I looked in the small plastic compartment. I picked up the small hat. "I'm going to be the hat, then." I replied. Siha laughed a little as I placed the hat beside Kris' dog on the go square. "How do you play it?" I asked. Siha smiled as he explained the game. I didn't get it at first, but as the game progressed I got the hang of it. The game was played by the enemy as well. The front of the box was all written in their language, 'English', and I figured that the enemy probably liked it. We had a few rounds of it, then eventually we got sick of Siha winning every time. As he packed away the game, I decided to go for a walk to see my father. I headed out the door, and down the hall toward their dorm. I opened the door. "Dad?" I called, looking around in the dorm. I could see him lying on his bed, he was sleeping. Taeil was also sleeping, but on a different bed across the room. I walked over quietly to my father. I looked at his face for a bit, and remembered when I saw Ryeowook. Their faces were so similar. I could automatically tell that they were father and son. I felt a pang of sympathy run through my mind. The poor guy. He lost his wife and his son. I couldn't imagine such thing. He probably lost much more of his family than just them. I looked to Taeil. I realised he and Kris had a similar face shape. Well, of course, Kris is his nephew. I began to wonder whether Taeil had a family before the attacks. Was he married? Did he have children? How many children and how old were they? It would be nice to know if I had cousins, and maybe an aunty. I looked down at Jungkook. He was murmuring something. I couldn't understand what he said as he woke up. He rolled over, and stared right up at me. "Hansol?" He questioned with a loud yawn. "Are you okay?" He sat up, and looked at me. I nodded. "I'm fine, just seeing how you were, that's all." I replied. He smiled. I sat down on his bed, and pulled in close to him. He wrapped his arms around me. "Well, obviously I am okay." He chuckled. I wish I had known him before the attacks. I would have liked to have a 'Dad' when I was young. We hugged for at least another 10 minutes, then Taeil woke up. "Yo, what's Hansol doing here?" He questioned. I looked at him. "He came to say good morning to his Dad." Jungkook replied. The scruffy looking man yawned. "Oh, okay then." He said, sitting up and walking off. "I'm hungry, I'll grab some for you guys too. And maybe Siha and Kris." He said, leaving. "Dad." I said. He looked at me. "Did... Did Taeil have a family?" I asked. My father sighed. "Yes, he did. He had a wife, and a son. His wife was from Thailand, his son's name was Ten. But, when the attacks began in Pyongyang, Taeil sent his family back to Thailand. He didn't want that they got hurt." He replied. I looked to the ground. So he did have a family! "How old is Ten now?" I asked. My father began to comb my hair with his hand. "Hm... let me think... he would probably be around 16 or 17." He replied, kissing my forehead. I smiled. "I love you Dad." I said. I didn't actually mean to say it out loud, but it came out. He chuckled a little. "I love you too, my son."