When Key arrived home on Friday, he immediately came to the conclusion that the house was way too quiet. There was no sound of video games in his sons room, no one looking for food in the kitchen, the television was not on in the living room, the backyard was empty, no toilets flushing or sinks running, nothing. Key immediately searched for his nine year old son, praying to whatever higher power was out there that his son came home after school. They had arranged for Kai's mother to bring him home today, as Key had to work late and Minho had meetings. Key's mind raced to the worst possible conclusion, that his son had been kidnapped during a robbery in the middle of the day, but when he saw no sign of forced entry, he knew that could not have happened.

He checked the kitchen, and the living room, the laundry room, the backyard, and Taemin's room. He was no where to be found, and Key checked the last room, his and Minho's.

He opened the door, sighing in relief when he saw a little lump under the covers of their bed. He remembered the morning after Minho first adopted the boy, when he arrived to the sight of the little boy cuddled against his appa in the same position he slept in now. He smiled to himself, tiptoeing over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. A little blond head peeked out from the comforter, Key running his fingers through the boy's soft hair. Taemin let out a small groan as he rolled over, rubbing his eyes and smiling when he saw his