It’s cold and he’s not wearing any coat. He should have run the moment he stepped out of the bus but then again, he didn’t even possess the strength to do so. The frostiness was ignored, as he walked under that chilly evening of autumn, with his arms as the only thing that would keep him warm. It took him quite a while until he reached the gate, only to frown upon realizing it was locked with a big signboard that read “For Sale” in front. He quirked an eyebrow, scanning the area once again and he’s sure this is his house.   It took him quite a while and a few more shivers before he came to comprehend that yes, this isn’t his house anymore.   “Forget? There’s nothing to forget, Hyukjae.”, he stated, his voice already gruff and shaking. Hyukjae feared the worst.   “There’s nothing to forget because there’ll be no memories in the first place.”   This house had never been his in the first place.   -   There were two places he thought he could crash in for the night. One, his own pad he hadn’t been in for so long because of the freaking voice activator lock, and two, in some food stall on the side street where he could drown himself in soju until he faints.   He chose none of the two options however, when he found himself standing before a familiar manor he had spent the early days of his childhood living in.   Cold and trembling, he rang the doorbell and was welcomed by Mr. Shin, the main house’s butler, with wide eyes and a tone of surprise.   “Young master! Where have you been?”, he asked as he hauled him in, calling two maids at once and instructing them to get a blanket, clothing, whatever that will keep the young master warm. They reached the living room and there was Gustav, bowing before him and greeting him, saying they’ve been looking for him for the past months and asking where he had gone to. He was nowhere near listening though, as he let his eyes wandered around the whole place, thinking of the last time he had been there. That was just several weeks ago. And he’s with Donghae.   But that only exists in his memories.   Footsteps were heard approaching, and he turned his head and found him, his father, devoid of any reminiscence of their reunion. He didn’t know they saw each other before that, didn’t know he had seen that forbidden room, didn’t know he had told him about how he really feels for him and his mother. But just when he thought he had completely lost it all, he saw the relief, the longing, the tiny glitter in his father’s eyes, telling him this is the same man who had missed him, who had kept his pictures framed and thumbtacked in his secret office’s wall. He might have lost all those days they were building their relationship, but not his father’s love and willingness to be with him.   “Can I stay here?”, he asked, his eyes starting to water even though he tried hard not to spill the tears out. He saw his father frowned, and he knew it was for the confusion and marveling on what could be wrong. He bit his lip and clenched his fist, he felt weak and vulnerable and he’s fighting the urge to cry his heart out but seeing his father right now make him want to ask for a hug.   “Can I stay here.. dad?”   When his father nodded he crossed the distance and wrapped his arms around him. Everyone’s surprised, his father the most, but he paid no heed to it as he silently cried, his vision getting blurry as he felt his embrace being returned.   It’s the first time, in so many years, that he had called his father ‘Dad’ again.   “Of course, this is your home.”, came the soft whisper from the older man and a sob escaped his lips.   It’s the first time, since this morning, did Eunhyuk actually felt alive.   -   Mrs. Lee was being rather too talkative as she packed the things up for Donghae’s discharge later in the afternoon. Yoona was peeling fruits on the side table, throwing occasional remarks with her mother’s story. Donghae, on the other hand, sat silently on his hospital bed, eyes staring blankly at the chair beside his bed.   He was actually a little quiet than he usually was since he woke up last night, and the doctor said that his body was just adjusting from the long sleep and he’ll gain his energy and fervor, or however he really is initially, after a while. His mother and his sister didn’t really mind, he’s awake and healthy, there’s nothing more they could ask.   “Oppa? Hey!”   He was startled hearing his sister’s voice, and realized she was already before him, sitting on the chair he was staring at earlier. There’s a light crease on her forehead, and behind her Donghae could see Mrs. Lee shifting her attention away from stuffing and on to him, fret marring her face. Donghae quickly shook his head, telling them he’s fine and there’s nothing their pretty heads should worry about.   “Can you tell me how did I fell in a coma again?”, he asked instead, eyes on Yoona and the girl checked him for a little more before sighing, a little more convinced that her brother’s really fine. Mrs. Lee resumed in her packing too.   “Well you were in an accident. Which isn’t really an accident because you fainted before the car hit you. And the car didn’t really hit you. It was really perplexing to be honest but the doctors have been going on with several tests but they couldn’t identify what was wrong. Good thing you’re awake now. They said they will make follow up checkups on the next days to make sure you’re okay. But they assured me and mom that you’re fine now.”, Yoona explained, handing him a slice of tangerine. He took it as he nodded, bringing the fruit in his mouth as he kept thinking.   “Where was I when the accident happened?”, he asked again. He had a very indistinct memory of what occurred that day, and for unknown reasons he’s having the urge to know everything so badly. “Infront of the bus stop a few blocks near Dongdaemun.”, she answered, handing him another slice. He nodded again, taking and eating the fruit. “And.. was I alone?”, he probed and Yoona stopped from eating her share of the tangerines and looked at him, her brows furrowed as if she’s thinking. She shrugged after a while though, shaking her head and stating she didn’t know and the nurses from the hospital said he was sent by the driver who thought have hit him. “But I think you’re alone though.. I mean, no offense but we all know you’re friendless.”, the girl answered as she munched on her orange and Donghae snorted. “I’m unsociable. There’s a difference.”, he corrected and Yoona just pushed more tangerines in her brother’s mouth.   “Oh.”, the siblings both looked when they heard their mom. “To whose this belongs to?”, she asked, holding the object up for them to see and Yoona immediately shook her head. “I never wear accessories.”, she said plainly. “Hae?”, she turned to her son and Donghae tilted his head a little and frowned, staring at the silver ring in between his mother’s fingers.   -   He opened his eyes and found himself, still, in his room. His very first room he hasn’t seen since his mother died. It amused him how his old small bed with blue blankets and white pillows was now replaced by a bigger one to accommodate his size. His father didn’t know he’s coming, but he figured out that his old man did change his bed because he considered the possibility that one of these days, Eunhyuk will come home. And he did.   His eyes were puffy and his head’s aching, given since he had cried his heart out the night before. So his life will officially begin now, right? Begin again. As Eunhyuk. The person he really is.   He bit his lip realizing earlier, when his eyes fluttered open, he kind of hope he’s still Hyukjae. He couldn’t find it in his self to let go of Hyukjae just yet.   -   When Donghae walk