I got the idea for this oneshot from watching SM the Ballad's Miss you MV and from listening to Mike Posner's Baby Please Don't Go. Play this while you're reading.. So enjoy        For the longest time Sehun has felt abandoned. He felt like anyone he loved always left him at some point. The only love he ever felt was from his own mother.      At four years old Sehun thought his life was perfect. He had tons of friends and a mother and father who loved him.       Or...so he thought.      His mom had sent him to bed one night after watching what he classified as "a scary movie." Not being able to sleep he stayed up staring at the ceiling that was decorated with stars that glowed a pale green in the dark.      A few moments later he heard the front door of their small apartment open and slam shut. Sehun immediately jumped out of bed knowing that his father would stay with him until he fell asleep.      Sehun ran to his bedroom door and gripped the knob tightly in his tiny hands. He was ready to turn the knob when the sound of his mothers voice stopped him.      "Where have you been?" his mother asked.      "Out," his father replied.      He heard the sound of keys dropping down on to the table. Sehun carefully turned the knob on his door. Slowly  he opened his door just a crack. The light from the living room seeped in through the crack in the door and illuminated a small part of his face.      "Out where? The office closes at 5:00, it's 9:30," His mother said. She had her hands on her hips as she often did when she was scolding someone.      "You know what," his father began. "I don't think that's any of your damn business."      Sehun held back a small gasp. He'd never heard his father say a bad word in all his life.      "Well it becomes my business when it comes to our son. He was worried about you."      "Do I look like I give a that he was worried about me?" His dad yelled.      "You should he's your son!"      His father scoffed.      "I just don't understand how you can talk about him like that." Nahra whispered.      "In case you haven't noticed I never wanted the ugly little bastard in the first place."       The tears in Sehun's eyes began to well up. is this what his dad thought of him? Has he been faking his love this whole time?      His mother smacked his dad in the side of the head.      "Don't you ever talk about Sehun that way," she growled. "Ever!"      His father never grabbed the nearest thing he could find threw against the wall. He was seething with rage as he looked at his wife with pure hatred.      "I can't stand you. I don't understand why I have to be stuck with you and that damn kid for the rest of my life."      "You didn't seem to hate me so much in high school!"      "That was before you got pregnant and decided to keep that thing!"       "It takes two Jungho! If your wasn't so bullheaded about wearing a maybe your life would be perfect."      "My life would have been perfect if you had gotten rid of that child when you had the chance! Then I wouldn't have to marry you to help you support the kid!"      "You are a heartless, selfish !" His mother yelled.      His father rubbed his temples in frustration.      "That's it, I can't do this anymore. I'm not gonna deal with you or any of your bull anymore!"      His father stormed out of the living room. Sehun shrank back from the door as his father walked by. He saw his mother following him.      "Where the hell are you going," he heard her yell from his parents room. "We're not done talking about this yet!"      "Yes we are. This is the last time I'm gonna have this same ing argument with you. I'm leaving."      He heard the sound of drawers being yanked open and things being thrown around. Sehun crawled back to his bed and sat their staring at into the darkness as he listened to his parents argue.      "I don't care if this ruins my families reputation, I don't care if I lose my chance as my father successor, I don't even care if I have to give you every ing penny of every single paycheck I get just to take care of that child for the rest of my life! As long as I never have to see you or that stupid little kid again I'll be happy."      His father and mother walked passed his door a second time.      "And what am I supposed tell Sehun? Oh I know. 'Sorry son your father left us because he's sorry son of a who can't take responsibility for his actions.'" His mother said bitterly.      "Why should I care? As far as I'm concerned he's not my son."      Sehun flinched as the front door slammed with so much force that it shook the pictures on his wall.      "He doesn't need you," she yelled after her soon-to-be ex-husband. "He never needed you. Why would he want a father who fakes his love when he has a mother who actually does love him? you Jungho!"      "Go to hell Nahra!" He heard his father yell back.      It was quiet few seconds. The silence was broken by the old woman that lived under us.      "Hey," the old woman yelled while banging a broomstick against the ceiling. "Keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep."      "Sorry Mrs. Do," his mother yelled through tears. She stood up and shuffled her feet towards her sons room. Sehun quickly threw the covers over his and pretended to sleep.      She smiled when she opened the door. Ever since he was born, seeing her son always got her through hard times. She walked over to his bed and sat down next to him. She his soft hair and looked at him with love only mother could have.      "He may not love you," she whispered. "But I do. He doesn't see you the way I do. You're not a mistake. I promise you I'll take care of you the best I can Sehun. Without him."      Sehun heard his moms silent promise to him and never forgot that his mother would do anything for him.      The next few years without his father were rough. His mother couldn't find a job no matter how hard she looked. She never finished high school, which didn't make it any easier. When her parents found out she was pregnant her father kicked her out of the house, but her mother always helped.      After hearing about Jungho leaving Nahra and Sehun to fend for themselves her mother stepped in. She would pay the rent for their apartment, cook meals for them, and watch Sehun when his mother would go job hunting.      But Nahra knew it wouldn't be long before her father began to wonder why her mom was spending so much money every month.       She was desperate now. She had scoured the streets of Seoul praying to find a decent paying job. But who would hire someone so irresponsible. A mother who had to drop out of high school because she was impregnated by a guy who didn't even stick around to raise him.      She was running out of options. Her father was monitoring all of the money her mother spent. She only had two more months before the next deadline. They were running out of food. Her son was sick with a cold and she couldn't even afford to take him to the doctor or even buy him something as simple as cough medicine.      Nahra took a bus to the nicer part of the city. The bus dropped her off in front of Sooman and Bro a law firm that handled civil cases like property damage, business cases, and even child support.      This is the last thing Nahra wanted to do. She wanted to take care of her son on her own. She didn't want Jungho's money, but she didn't have a choice anymore. If she tried to keep this up any longer they would wind up on the street.      A few hours later she walked out of the building. Her purse in one hand and the files for the lawsuit in the other.      They told her it wouldn't be easy. It was hard to sue big corporations. They had top notch lawyers that could get any employee out of law suit. And paying child support was at the top of the list. Nahra didn't care.      The following months led up to the lawsuit were trying. She had to meet with up with Jungho and his people more often than she would have liked to. What were supposed to be civilized business meetings would turn into a full on scream fest between the two parties.      Every few weeks the opposing side would demand that Sehun take part in a paternity test. They always came back the same, positive. But they didn't care.      When the big day had arrived the paparazzi were all over the story as well as everyone else. And no one seemed to be in her favor.      Nahra stood behind the stand marked plaintiff as she waited for the judge to make a decision. Sehun was in the seat behind with her mother right beside him. He reached over to grasp his mothers trembling hand.      "The court is rules in favor of the plaintiff," the judge announced. Nahra let out a breath she had been holding for the longest time.       "We order that the defense pay the living expenses of the mother and child and the child's medical expenses until the child has reached adulthood."      He smacked his gavel down, dismissing the case.      "Mommy," Sehun said. "Did we do good?"      Nahra picked up her son.      "Yes Sehun we did good," she replied.      For the next ten years they lived a decent life. Though it wasn't all that great. After the lawsuit Sehun had lost all of his friends. Their parents didn't want them around a "bastard." And once again Sehun felt the stinging pain of abandonment that he felt when his father left.      School wasn't any easier. The money that they received every month wasn't enough for Sehun to buy the proper school uniform. So he often went to school in an old pair of jeans and t-shirts. But he never complained.      It was Sehun's third year in high school. Sixteen years old. He had no friends so he pretty much devoted his life to his school work and his mother.      But that changed one day when he was approached by a girl during lunch. Her hair was dyed blonde, she wasn't very tall and had light brown hair.      "Hi," she greeted. Sehun choked on his milk. No one had ever talked to him. Well, at least not voluntarily.      "H-hi," he stuttered.      She sat next to him, which made him feel even more nervous and uncomfortable.      "I'm Eunji."      "S-Sehun."      "I always see you by yourself all the time. And I just wanted to introduce myself."      "Why would you wanna do that?"      "Because I like you."      Sehun froze up and  stayed silent as the girl confessed her feelings for him.      "I've always wanted to tell you this but I was so scared that you would reject me if I did."      Sehun stared blankly at Eunji, his brain still processing her words.      "So, will you go out with me?" She asked.      Sehun robotically nodded his head in response.      "Great!" She exclaimed. She pulled out a piece of paper with her number on it.      "Call me and we'll set up a date sometime."      Eunji left him their still in a daze.      Ever since those two started dating Sehun was happier. He smiled even when Eunji wasn't there. Sehun had finally found someone just for him. It had only been two months but she was special to him.      One day Sehun got a call from Eunji. She asked him to meet her at the park but didn't tell him why.      Sehun rushed to the park. He saw his girlfriend sitting on the edge of a fountain.      "You wanted to see me," he said. She patted the empty space next to her. Sehun did as he was told.      Eunji cleared and squeezed Sehun's hand.      "I haven't been entirely honest with you."      "What do you mean?"      "I think you're a sweet guy and you're going to make a great boyfriend and husband to somebody some day. But that someone's not me," Eunji replied.      "I don't understand."      "Sehun this relationship isn't working out. It was never going to work."      Sehun was angry now. He didn't understand her anymore.      "And if you knew it wasn't going to work out why did you ask me?!"      "I was using you," she snapped back.      He froze, just as he did when he first met her.      "My boyfriend, my real boyfriend, broke up with me about a week before we met. I knew the only way to get him back was to make him jealous, and you just so happened to be the first guy I saw. And now that he and I are back together I don't need you."      Sehun took a deep breath trying to control his emotions. He put on the  straight face he always wore.      "That's fine," he replied with no emotion. "I hope you're happy with him."      Sehun rushed back to his car hoping to get there before he started crying. He yanked the door open and got inside.       He started the car but he never moved. Instead he laid his head down on the steering wheel and cried.      For the third time in his life, someone he cared for deeply had taken all of his love and threw back in his face.      Sehun got over his break up quickly. The following week he missed school to blow off steam, but was back to hardworking self when he came back.      And all of that hard work paid off in the end. Two years later he graduated from high school and received a scholarship from the top university in the country.      But his joy was short lived. Halfway through the summer his mother had been diagnosed with stage three lung cancer. Each day it seemed more and more aggressive.      She had a very aggressive cough for quite sometime before they diagnosed her. Nahra wasn't very concerned until she had began coughing up blood one day. By then it was too late.      Sehun prayed every morning and every night that by some miracle his mother would get better. He couldn't lose her. She was the only thing that held him together.      Just a few weeks before Sehun was to begin his college studies, his mother was admitted to the hospital. They'd finally saved enough money to pa