Chanyeol blabbed what had happened to Grandmother and she went ballistic, we actually had to physically stop her from going over to my dad’s but Jongin somehow persuaded her not to go when he said he was dying of starvation.

“Your brother is nothing but a god damn pain in the backside,” Grandma said as she placed two plates down, one in front of Jongin and another in front of a very confused looking Chanyeol before she turned to grab a third “He was always jealous of you when you were growing up. I can’t believe that boy had the audacity to warn all of your friends away from you.”

“I think Chanyeol kind of gained from that though,” Jongin beamed before I kicked him in the shin “Ow!”

“Maybe if Jongdae hadn’t have warned so many off of you Chanyeol would have asked you out a long time ago.” Grandma replied as she set the plate down in front of me.

Chanyeol was beet root red “Why did this turn to me?”

“Because son when I see the way you look at my granddaughter I remember how my husband looked at me and it makes me feel all sorts of things.” She smiled at him and Chanyeol shut right up.

“So what are you going to do about Jongdae?” Jongin asked with a mouthful of food that had me scrunching my nose up at him “And your dad.”

“At the moment I quite frankly don’t want to talk to either of them.”

“You know who you could talk to sweetheart?” Grandmother asked and I turned to look at her “Your mother’s family.”

“I thought they disowned her?”

“Oh sweet heart,” She came to put her hand on the top of my head “If you believe everything your father tells you we’re going to have some problems. You know that Santa isn’t real right?”

I rolled my eyes at her “Obviously. Where am I supposed to find them?”

“I’ll dig out my old address book,” She said “It’s best if you find answers.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Chanyeol asked later that evening when Jongin went home after his sister came to collect him and Chanyeol was now sat on the edge of my bed, it was almost time fo