Exo's Fucked up Family

$uho

"Well Fuck you too!" I scream into the phone. I hang up and drop to the floor. I can't believe Yifan did this. About three years ago he left in order to he his own independent man. He always complained about being held down by our family. He would run away from time to time until eventually he just packed up and left. What a psycho.

"Mom?" I hear a high pitched voice come from behind the door frame.

"Yes Jongdae?" The 17 year old boy came from behind the door and slowly crouched next to me, rubbing my back. "Was it dad again?" I couldn't help the tears from falling. I missed him. The kids missed him.

"Yeah. I'm sorry please don't worry about it." I get up pulling him up with me. He falls into my arms and I can hear his voice quiver from the strain of keeping the tear in.

"We'll be alright." He assures me.

"That's my line silly." He giggles, making my heart soar. I stroke his head before letting him go. I take a good look of his face before kissing him lightly on the cheek and leaving the room.

"Mom! Kyungsoo took my hat!"

"That's because you went into my room without permission!"

"But we share a room! Mom said so!"

"Shut up Chanyeol! You're an idiot!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you! You elf!"

"I am not an elf! You're just the spawn of Satan!"

Before stepping in, I gather my energy and take a moment to pray that I don't strangle these kids. "Hey! What's going on?" I shout over their bickering voices.

"Kyungsoo took my hat!" Chanyeol shouted, pointing at the shorter boy next to him who was glaring holes into the floor like he was trying to turn it into Swiss cheese.

"Kyungsoo why did you do that?" I tried to keep the stern I mastered 20 years ago when Minseok was born. Too be honest I just need a foot massage. Kris liked foot massages. I shook the thought from my head and made clear eye contact with Kyungsoo.

"He came into my room." He mumbled. I sighed. Are my kids really this stupid?

"You guys share a room, so why is it a problem if he goes in there?" I ask.

Kyungsoo shrugs his shoulders and glares at Chanyeol. "Because I was in there first." He grumbles.

   "Well give his hat back and apologize." Sighing, he pulls the beanie out from behind him and roughly shoves it into Chanyeol's chest. "Sorry," he whispers, almost inaudible. Without a word he flipped around and stomped to his room, slamming the door behind him. Chanyeol eyes his brother as he brutally tried to break my house. He looked sad at that moment.

   I sigh in relief that my kids are finally not trying to kill each other. A knock on the door makes every one jump. As soon as I look over I spot Jongin get up and swing the door open. When I see who it is I immediately rush to the door, embracing my son into a tight hug.

   "You're back!" I scream.

   "Hey mom. How have things been?" Yixing hugs me back but I can tell from the way his body is stiff that he can't breathe. Not wanting to be charged with murder, I let go and give him a soft smile.

   "I've been good. How's school?" I ask. For the past 4 months he's been off in Hong Kong studying in some university.

   "Oof. It's stressful but I'm finally on break!" He looks to Jongin and envelops him into a warm hug. "I missed you guys."

   After some chit chat about school and the family it became dark. I sent all of the little hachlings to bed, leaving Yixing and I to speak in private.
  
   "So what did you want to tell me?" Yixing asks. I can tell by his face that he was worried. His lips were turned into a small frown and his eyes were dark. As much as I wanted him to smile, I knew his expression was nothing but appropriate.

   "Well I know this might not be the best thing to talk about since you just got back, but it's about your father. A lump swells down Yixing's throat. "He said he wanted to see you. I told him he can't see you, not after what he did to our family." Yixing's eyes dropped to hos feet. His fingers fiddled with a piece of paper that Minseok must have left on the couch.

   Silence filled the room, creating an uncomfortable environment. Yixing finally met my eyes with his dark ones, his hand creeping it's way to mine. In one swift movement he grabbed my fingers and held them tight. "Mom, even with dad being the way he is, I just want you to know I'm safe. If you have any problems please contact me. It worries me when you keep things to your self. So please, know I'm here to listen." Just the idea of him saying that made my heart sting.

   "Yeah. I'm sorry." I give a sad laugh. "You should be enjoying school but instead you're here, worrying about me. But thank you. I'll clean this up in no time." My son flashed a smile, making my eyes burn with tears. Before I knew it, my nose was buried in his shoulder, my tears soaking the white cloth underneath me. Yixing's warm hand swept up and down my back, sending shivers down my spine. Yixing lightly pushed my head off hos shoulder, protecting me from falling when he reached onto the coffee table, grabbing several tissues and handing them to me. I gladly took them, wiping my eyes and blowing my nose, embarrassed that my son had to see me in such a state.

   "Thank you. I'm sorry you have to see me like this." I laugh at my own stupidity, avoided his eyes at all costs.

   "Mom." A large hand caresses my wet cheek, making me look into Yixing's eyes. "It's really okay. I don't mind." I felt his hand slide to the back of my neck, and before I know it, plump soft lips were merged into mine. Numbness filled my entire body, eyes closing in the process. After a few seconds of shock, I found myself enjoying it. I haven't been kissed since Yifan left, but this was the first, real kiss I've had in years. It was gentle, making my stomach fly and bounce around in my body. A small nibble on my lower lip brought me back to my senses. Everything stopped. I opened my eyes, seeing Yixing's eyes looking deep into mine. Immediately, his lips pull from mine, his hand covers his mouth and I don't even have time to took at the rest of his face before my legs sprint my body to my bedroom. My hands slamming the door, and knees give out from underneath me.

   Did I just kiss my son?