my first love

Chapter 8

"And another thing there is that-

Suho stopped Kris by putting his right index finger on his lips.

"No. No more questions. The deal was this that one question you will ask, and one me, so it's my turn now!"

"Ok fine!" Kris answers, a bit skeptically.

"Who ever bribed you in all this?" Asks Suho, looking straight in Kris's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Kris was confused.

"You know what EXACTLY I mean!"

Kris sighs.

"It was a few years after we adopted them."

•°•°•FLASHBACK•°•°•

Kris's eyes start fluttering open, due to sudden cold that he felt on his chest. So he decides to open his eyes, and get the covers back on him. He was ready for the bright light that would hit his eyes, but that never happened.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a much darker void. He remembered sleeping in his bed. He remembered sleeping with Suho. He remembered trying to kiss him, when they were interrupted by their youngest child Sehun, who was scared by his older brothers and wanted to sleep between the two of them. But here, there in nothing.

It's like he is in the middle of space, of vacuum, where there is nothing, but void. And suddenly the outside lamp of a familiar looking household are lit on. That house was the only source of light in there. And that house looked familiar. Almost like the house he moved in with Suho a year ago. He gets back up on his feet and starts walking towards the house.

And the house was his. But he never remember such cold and void near his house. The windows were closed shut, and curtains were covering the inside view. The house was exceptionally dirty. And as he rang the doorbell, a disheveled looking Baekhyun opened the doors. His clothes were dirty, with mud patches on it. Must have been in the playground earlier.

"Why don't you change your clothes Baek? It isn't healthy this way!" Kris kind of scolds him, Baekhyun's habit of not caring about anything should not be nurtured.

"Now, why are you here DAD!?" He asks, or rather deadpanned.

Kris was shocked. And that light emphasis on the word Dad.

"What–is this the way you talk to your father!"

"Father?" Came Tao's voice from the background, "I don't have a father!"

"Shut your mouth Tao, you're speaking to much!"

"It's not just Tao dad! If it would've been me, I would have done the same." Said Kyungsoo, who was rather the unproblematic one.

"Yes dad! Why are you here now!" Said a seventeen year old Minseok, "Mum already left!"

"WHAT?" Kris fell on his knees. Just what he had been fearing.

He looked up to see, a twelve year old Kyungsoo cooking food for all his hyeongs, his oldest son Minseok helping Kyungsoo. Tao, Luhan, Jongdae and Jongin doing their homework. Chanyeol and Baekhyun playing around with a rather depressed Sehun, being almost hit by his mother leaving.

And the dark in Chanyeol's always bright eyes.

And the emptiness in Baekhyun's laughs.

And the dark inside Sehun's head, probably battling to even look at his father.

And the ominous silence.

And the dirty house.

And his children's dirty clothes.