"hyukkiee!" i said while roaming all over our apartment. after i wake up from my deep slumber the first person i wanted to see is my wife , its a MUST for me to see my beloved jewel cute wifey because his radiant smile makes my devil side of me go away.

henry was still not in our apartment. he texted me earlier saying he would stay at the other's apartment. so i just shurgd it off knowing zhoumi would take care of our mochi.

i decided to go down to the underground parking lot of our apartment knowing any minute my lovely wife would be there any minute,shopping is one of the stress reliever of my wifey and he takes a LOT of time with it. thanks to the great influence of heechul hyung.

as i was walking to our parking space, i got a strange feelings. i found my hyukiee keys laying flatly on the floor.

"ohhh !" with that i hurriedly grab the keys and drive the car to one place i know where my wife could be.

donghae's place

i was driving with a high speed knowing that bastard can do. i can never let anything bad happen to my queen.

my phone rangs as i was waiting for the traffic light to turn green.

"kyu...ahuhu..!" a crying hyukjae can heard on the other line

"hyukkie?! are you alright honey!" i said worried to hyukjae's condition.

after the tragedy happens to hyukjae's first child with donghae he had gone a major depression. he wouldnt eat. there always a sleepless nights. he would just cry his heart out everyday always calling for eunseo to stop hitting his child and just hurt him instead. there is always a time when he was shouting donghae's name in his sleep begging the latter to choose him over eunseo that he cant leave without him. his mother leeteuk and sungmin hyung was worried with him. each day i received a call with them asking for hyukjae's doing. and each those days i told them he was getting worst. so i decided not to coo him knowing he would feel im just pitying her. each day when mornings came i would grab a pitcher of water and flash it to his face making him pissed of my action . i always bugging him to come with me. i'll take him to every places i felt comfort for the past years i've been in paris. in nights come i would hug him to make him see that someone was there who always hold him and never gonna let him go. i always whispered promises of my love to him the day i decided to confess on him to show that every words i said to him was true and i was willing to wait for him to be completely healed. and i promised to him that i will be the one  who would make those people pay for what they did on him. afte