Helloooo everyone !

Long time no see ! I apologize sincerely because I didn't even look at this drabble as I was updating My other fic "Teacher Oh" and It's now completed so here I am.

I myself was drowning in cotton candy while writing that one so I am, today, in the mood for angst *Insert evil smirk* and I kinda should blame that on Charlie Puth because I've been constantly listening to "We don't talk anymore" and rest is in the history.

So it's angst and it's short and it will have more than one part. And You guys know that no matter how much angst I put in my stories I will always go for a Happy HunHan ending. So we'll see about that.

So uhm, enjoy?

Word count : 1920~

Luhan is more than sure that he is almost over the edge.

Stress of the office where he is buried in endless works and getting yelled from everyone above him, is putting him on the loop while chaos in home where he is the responsible father of four growing children is almost crushing him. The burden he is carrying on his shoulders is soon going to trample him down, he knows but he doesn’t see the light.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves his children so ing much that he will slit his own throat for them, if needed but every single thing happening to him over the past few weeks is strangling him, draining him physically and emotionally.

At the age of thirty, with four children under his wing, Luhan barely managed his time for everything from submitting his reports before deadlines to changing his baby Zitao’s diapers. He was a happy father, a family man who had a tired smile but a warm glint in his eyes as he started his day, but that was until his new boss appeared in his life.

The post of vice president of finance and marketing was filled with a new face a few weeks ago. Luhan still can remember the shock he went through when his new boss looked at his workers with a tight smile. Luhan still remembers how his breath stuck in his throat when his boss’s eyes lingered on him for an extra second.

It was none other than Oh Sehun.

His first crush, first kiss and first love, Luhan’s child hood best friend and high school boyfriend whom he abandoned without a note.

Just after twelve years, Karma is biting him back and Luhan knows exactly why Sehun is so cold to him, too harsh to him and too rude to him. But Sehun has every right, Luhan sighs to himself.

Luhan crashes to this world when he heard a loud cry from the living room, amidst of shouting. He sprinted to the living room from the kitchen to find out a bawling two year old sitting on the floor, his balled fists hitting the carpet, face all scrunched up. Yixing is kneeling beside Zitao, trying to calm him down, sending glares to his twin brother Yifan, who is hugging an action figure to his chest, scowling back.

Luhan picks up Zitao from the floor and his cries increases as he wraps his chubby hands around Luhan’s neck. Luhan brushes his tears and rubs his back, bouncing him on his hold. When Zitao’s cries reduce to hiccups Luhan pays his attention to the twins.

“He took my iron man”

Yifan’s lower lip quivers and Luhan smiles. Despite looking a grumpy child, Yifan is actually a softie inside. Luhan ruffles his black hair assuring him that it is alright. He ushers Yixing and Yifan to get ready as they are all getting late as they speak. Settling Zitao on his hip, Luhan turns around to meet Jongdae, his six year old son smiling at him widely whose shirt is haphazardly falling out around his shorts and his dark brown hair is messy on the top of little head. Putting Zitao on the couch, Luhan tucks the shirt neatly to the shorts and brushes Jongdae’s hair from his fingers.

“Baba”

Jongdae gives him the hair brush and Luhan combs his hair.

“Baba, today is parents’ day. You are coming right?”

He asks, his brown eyes starting at Luhan hopefully. Luhan mentally smack his head because he totally forgot about the important day today and . But he offers Jongdae a smile and a nod, feeling bad for forgetting this. Luhan has a bad feeling that he wouldn’t get the day off to attend this anyway.

Luhan gathers the children around the table minus Zitao, who is snuggling to his chest and start feeding the baby while others eat with chattering. Zitao is eating cherios happily while pancakes disappear from the plate.

When they are done, Luhan has them piled up to his car, all buckled up and safe. He drops Jongdae by his school, kisses his forehead and Jongdae gets him pinky promised that he will come to paretns’ day today and drives to the kindergarten of the twins. They are already four and energetic, bouncing away waving him. Then Luhan has his last stop, the day care for Zitao. It’s little hard still because Zitao gets whiny with his eyes watery whenever Luhan drops there, not liking it one bit when his baba leave