This idea came to me all of a sudden, soooo. Yep. Btw, don't worry, pretty much every pairing will be in here, one sided or not.

Prologue:

It was a hot summer afternoon, the sun high in the sky over head and the heat made me glisten with a thin layer of sweat. I felt nasty as I sat on the cement block and waited for my lover. I could hear my heart racing in my ears, and my chest was tight in pain. I breathed out heavily in hopes of relieving the pain, but it didn't help. 

"Luhan!" 

I looked up and saw him making his way towards me. His brown bangs were slicked back in sweat, probably from running all the way here. Yes, actually he looked even sweatier than I felt. He wore a look of worry on his face as he stumbled over to me gasping. He reached out to hug me, but stopped once he realized how sweaty he was. 

"Luhan, babe," He paused to catch his breath, then continued. "Why were you crying on the phone? Did some one hurt you? Did they find out about us?" He asked me worriedly. 

"Minseok, my parents found out. They want me to marry their friend's daughter or they'll send me out of the country." I explained to him what had just happened an hour ago at my house. His eyes widenned and he shook his head. "It's true, they hate you for 'making me what I am'. They don't want me to be you, they want me to have kids with a wife and a job and oh God~" I trailed off and began to cry. He didn't seem to care that he was sweaty anymore since his arms were now tightly around me. He brought me up against his chest and rubbed my back to calm me down.

"Lu, why do you have to even care what they say?" He groaned into my hair. I laced my arms around him and cried harder against his chest. "We don't have to seperate. We don't have to stop loving each other." 

Afraid of what my parents might do to Minseok, I let them have their way. Days after returning home I confronted my parents and agreed to marry the girl; without Minseok's consent. It wasn't long after the marriage that my parents requested a grandchild, as proof that I was no longer interested in males. It had only been a marriage of one year, and already we were burdened by a task so large. 

I felt grief. I was only fifteen, still longing for Minseok's warm embrace and gentle kiss. I did as my parents said however, winning their trust at the beginning of the next year with a beautiful boy I named Kris. My parents were over joyed, but Minseok, who hadn't even known of my marriage, was outraged when discovered the truth. 

It was in a cafe where my wife, child, and I were seated that Minseok chose to confront me. 

He was calm and collected when he entered the cafe and made his way towards me. I had been feeding Kris when his shadow fell over me. I looked up surprised to see him, and a bit joyful as well, but the look on his face made me feel nothing but fear.

"I need to speak with you." He said with a calm, but firm voice. I nodded and handed my wife our child, then followed him outside. 

It seemed like hours before he finally spoke to me, his voice cracking almost immediately. His words sunk in after he said them, Why didn't you tell me anything? It repeated in my mind for what felt like hours. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered and dropped my gaze. I could hear him sobbing, even though he tried to be silent, and for a moment I thought 'What a beautiful boy, that even when he sobs he sounds admirable.' 

He didn't say anything to me, simply turned and walked away. I didn't try to lift my gaze to look after him as he walked away. I didn't want to see where he would go, what he might do, who he might see. I waited until I was calmed down and had stopped crying to rejoin my small family in the cafe again. 

The girl I had married wanted a girl, so we tried again, and in the span of three years she gave birth to twins, Baekhyun and Chen, and a big eared baby that came laughing out of the womb. She named him Chanyeol. After Chanyeol's birth she decided no more. She asked my parents for a divorce and they gave it to her; however they did not give her the children. 

That same year, just after my eighteenth birthday, I was forced to marry another woman. I agreed to the marriage, only for one thing. Some one to help with the children. I didn't think I could raise four kids all on my own, it was a terrifying thought to me. 

Three years after the marriage my wife gave birth to my fifth child Zitao. At this point, I didn't want to have any more children with anyone I didn't truely love. So I asked my parents to allow me to divorce her. They agreed, stating that I had proven myself straight enough. 

What they did to me next, was something I would never forgive.

They gave me three years to find a house for my children and I, and if I didn't have a house by the end of the third year, they would take away my children.

That's where Minseok comes back into my life.