Destati [HunHan FF]

Chapter Two

For the first time in centuries, the city's billboards and news stations flashed with bright red alerts and loud buzzing noises. All the citizens stopped and watched the words slide and flash across the screen. A new baby boy had been born with the condition. Screams were heard and mothers pulled their children inside, fearing that something might happen. Owners of restaurants and businesses put up signs and begun making plans for extra security.

Mrs.Oh's face flashes and then comes the rest of the Oh family. Their address shows and so does a picture of their house. Warnings about them go for several minutes. Do not go near them. Do not engage in conversation. Do not allow into any stores. Perhaps people were too overprotected. It wasn't as if the whole family had the condition. It was only the little boy. But people still believed that it was contagious. Something that could be caught easily. They had a reason to be cautious though. One touch and they could break something, anything at all.

When the Oh family returns, they find their house encased in a glass box. It's large and clearly stands out against the other homes in the neighborhood. Several cops and even a government official wait for them.

"Excuse me, what is all this? What has been done to my house?" Mr. Oh is anxious, his face filled with confusion and worry.

"It's common procedure for people of your kind," the man says flatly.

"People of our kind? What the hell are you talking about?"

Mrs. Oh covers her eldest son's ears, shielding him from the conversation near them. Her eyes are filled with sadness. Her newest son was being brought by another government official. She was forced to leave him behind at the hospital, worried for what might happen to him. She had made it very clear that she wanted to keep her child. The way the doctors and nurses were acting though, made her heart ache in fear that they would do something to him.

There is a small door by the driveway. It requires a code that is given to Mr. and Mrs. Oh. The glass lights up with a hexagonal pattern tinted green. The government official informs them that their home will be monitored. Every movement and every time the exit and enter, every time they did anything, it would be recorded and filed. Everything in their home was cased with the special force field their new baby was being held in. They were informed that it would not affect the structure, taste, feel, or use of any of their objects. It was so their son could touch things and not destroy everything. The things that they would buy would be cased in the force field when they enter the home. Mrs. Oh thanks the increase in technological advances because it was giving her son a chance to live, even if that meant being trapped inside a glass box for the rest of their lives.

They were given instructions on how to live. Mr. and Mrs. Oh could still keep their jobs. Their eldest son could still go to school. They could mow the grass and garden. The seasons would change for them like it did for their neighbors, everything would just be artificial. The only way they could feel the weather would be when they left their home. They could still have friends and family over, but they would be monitored as well and encased in the force field when they entered. Perhaps life wouldn't be so bad.

When their newest son arrives, held in a box being held by a new official, Mrs. Oh runs outside to make sure he is okay. The official pushes her back and waits for the sliding door to close behind him. He sets the box on the floor and taps his finger over the holographic keyboard that hovers above the glass. The small baby inside is sleeping quietly, his bangs slightly sticking up under his hat. Mrs. Oh waits patiently, not wanting to get pushed again by the official. A few minutes later and her son is being set in her arms.

There is no pain or uneasiness as she holds him against her chest. He smells of disinfectant and hospital. She frowns at the thought of tests being done on him. He was still so young, only three days old. He had round cheeks and beautiful black hair that was still a little thin. When he opens his eyes, they are a dark brown color with the slightest tint of green in them. Mrs. Oh finds him perfect.

"Mrs. Oh. We've run all the standard tests for newborns on your son. He's within height and weight range and besides the condition, he is perfectly healthy." The official says, eyes fixed on one of the fancy tablets that only important people have. "But we need to know a few more things before we go."

"Yes, what is it that you need to know?"

"We need to know his name, for one. Also, we need to know that you understand how difficult it will be to raise this child. You need to know that he may never leave. He must stay within the glass for the rest of his life."

It is understandable why the baby cannot leave from his home. If he were to get angry, he could ruin the whole city. It has been recorded before. The third person with the condition did such a thing. He destroyed a small city in the countryside of Austria. It was since then that they began keeping them behind restricted areas. Mrs. Oh knows that she can raise her son properly. Schooling would not be a problem for there are more online schools now than actual schools. She would try her best to give her son the most out of life.

"I understand. I will follow the rules and take the challenge of raising him." The small baby wiggles its arms out from the blanket. His hand wraps around Mrs. Oh's hair, tugging on it ever so slightly. His eyes open and he blinks a few times. It is the first time that the baby boy has looked his mother in the eye since being born.

Mrs. Oh wants to cry. She wants to tell her son how sorry she is for putting him through the harsh life that he will have to endure. She feels sorry but wants her son to overcome the hardships and become something better. She leans down and places a kiss on her son's forehead, smiling as he coos softly.

"And his name is Sehun. Oh Sehun."