Kyungsoo walked down the hallway, heels clicking on the sterile hallway. It was alpha shift on a Monday morning, meaning her turn to look after the eleven subjects of Ward Epsilon. Her inbox had been empty in her office, so she looked forward to getting to spend time with her charges on a more personal level. She would never admit it out loud (more for safety than lack of desire), but she adored them as if they were her own family, even the obnoxious box of noise which was Baekhyun.

It was very important to him to meet your family. His family had adored you and now with the ring he'd put on your finger, there was no way you could stall any longer. 

Your only saving grace had been that he didn't speak your native language. It had allowed you to limit his knowledge on what your family was saying, but he had eyes and ears and knew full well that the stares, jibberish comments and flippant ignorance weren't friendly. It didn't take him long to stop being hurt and start getting y. 

He was angry, and you completely understood why - even agreed with him - but it wasn't doing either of you any good to stay bitter. It wasn't going to make it better, and it wasn't your fault they were like that. You hadn't even wanted to come, he'd been the one to insist. 

It was heartbreaking, really. You had tried to prevent just this, but he was insistant. So now, here Chanyeol was, sitting on your stairs with a glazed and distant look in his eyes and you could practically hear your family's comments circling around his head.