Chanyeol threw his bag carelessly while putting his guitar down with care. Not even a single sound made when the guitar touched the floor. He laid himself down on the floor, rolling left and right, eyes closed, his hands wide open. He took a deep breath and let out a groan, enoying the coldness of the floor after passing through a ridiculously hot weather outside.

"Mom?" He called.

No response.

"Mooom!" He shouted.

There was no respond and Chanyeol didn't like it. He shouted about two times with his eyes closed, received a smack on his , the voice was echoing through the whole room. 

"OH MY GOD! MOM!" He rubbed his in pain as he saw his moher standing tall beside him, "What have you done to my !" He cried in pain.

"Why did you shout so loud, I could hear you from outside." She said, hands oh her hips, looking down to her very only son, snuggling to the floor as if he was about to marry the floor, " And what in the heavens do you think you're doing?" She squatted beside Chanyeol and poked his belly playfully and made him laugh and she could barely hold it back when Chanyeol was laughing.

"It was hoooot out there, Mom, gosh I felt like walking in a microwave and this floor... Gosh, this floor mom can I just sleep here until supper?" He snuggled back to the floor.

"I couldn't agree more actually, it's so hot outside."

"Did you just come back from somewhere?" Chanyeol asked to his now lying on the floor mom, her hands were on the top of her stomach, eyes closed, heaving a sigh.

"Yeah, I just got back from next door house. I made cake for them, well, just wanted to introduce us the new comers." His mom said, eyes still closed, laying there gracefully.

"And you didn't wait for me?" Chayeol frowned, he shifted to his sides and face his mother with his left hand supporting his head. 

"Well, I've been waiting for you since 3 pm and you didn't come home so I decided to go myself there." 

Chanyeol sighed, his class was already over at 1 pm but when he was about to hop on his beloved red bike ready to cycle home, Jongin dragged him and bugging Chanyeol to accompany him find a new pair of slippers in this kind of weather with a guitar on right shoulder and a thick calculus book in his bag while Jongin kept dragging him here and there, "It's Jongin's fault!"

"Yeah yeah, it's always his fault. Anyway, you should make more friends, Channie. You barely bring home anyone beside Jongin. Can't you introduce me anyone beside Jongin?"

"Oh come on, you know the reason why, Mom." Chanyeol tried to prevent his bad memories to come, shaking his head.

"Anyway, our neighbor is Ms. Byun, she's living with her son there and oh, I forgot his name already, and he's sick so I didn't get the chance to meet him personally. She said that he doesn't go out that much too, maybe you should be friends with him."

"That sick?"

"I guess? She said it's called porphyria or something, I didn't even bother to ask and she seemed mind to explain so... yeah, do you have any idea what that is?"

"No idea and none of my business." Chanyeol sighed.

Chanyeol frowned, it was none of his business but Chanyeol was born to be curious in silent. He was trying to think what kind of illness is that yet distracted by his mom's mumbling voice about how ridiculous that she could remember the boy's sickness instead of his name as Chanyeol stood from the floor.

"Well, I'm going to wash up for now. I just bought the movie you asked, let's watch it after I'm done."

"Okay, I'll make french fries then."

A/n: I know. Yes. But I hope you understand the reason why I stop updating Staccatissimo. The reason is that my imagination's having a break down and I'm still working on the plot :( #hatemedonthateme. But I'm just on hiatus for that story, I won't abandon that, I swear. So, I spent a lot of time searching for sources for this story and I'm so happy when I finally clear with everything! So, it's all up to you guys. You can just read on or leave :) Love love love <3