One year later…

Things had only gotten worse for the group of boys. They had been reduced to a group of seven after Luhan hung himself in the closet a month ago.

Only Minseok, and Chanyeol were home when it happened. Chanyeol had sent Minseok to fetch Luhan out of the room they shared so they could all go on a walk in the warm spring weather.

Chanyeol heard a horrible scream come from upstairs just as he shoved his keys into his pocket.

Chanyeol shot up the stairs and into the room. Minseok was curled in a ball on the floor, shaking and murmuring something. Chanyeol looked towards the closet and felt sick. His throat tightened and his vision blurred. His mouth hung open, gasping for air. Chanyeol slowly stepped further into the room and wrapped his arms around the quivering body’s middle. He slowly lifted the smaller boy off the ground. Minseok clung to Chanyeol like he would die if he didn't. Chanyeol lifted him and pressed his head down so he couldn't look at the morbid scene before him.

Chanyeol tried to look away as well. But he couldn't bring himself to. His eyes were locked on the pale body hanging from a thick leather belt.

It had been a month since then. All color had drained out of Minseok’s eyes. He didn’t talk anymore and he never had any energy. They all knew that he needed mental help, but who were they going to tell? Mr. Choi didn't care. In fact he had become even worse. Even meaner, and started having equally hideous rich people over who were no nicer than him.

Life for the boys was a living hell. They fought often now. Especially Zitao and Sehun. Being the two youngest they had bickered before, mostly to get their Hyung’s attention. But it was never anything more than something close to sibling rivalry. However, their fights were starting to become violent. Sehun would usually start the argument, and Zitao would throw the first punch. They'd beat each other into bloody pulps several times now, and the second they got over one fight, they would start another.