A year later. 

“My boy!” His mother exclaimed, “I can’t  believe my boy is graduating!” The small woman’s eyes were twinkling, they were wide like her son’s, but aside from that, the two were polar opposites. One was as tall as a skyscraper whilst the other struggled to reach the top shelves of supermarkets. 

Chanyeol just grinned at his mother. He was going to miss the homely feeling when he moved to Seoul to study music. But it was time for him to grow and move on, achieve his ultimate dream of being a producer and earn money to repay his parents for all they have done for him. He had it all planned out, there’d be absolutely nothing that would stop him. 

“I’m so glad Bakehyun made it too,” His mother rambled on, “he’s so lovely, I haven’t seen him in so long! You two are friends still right? It’s been far too long to fall out now!” 

“Mum,” Chanyeol sighed, he’d never told her they hadn’t spoken since the incident that didn’t happen. Or maybe it did? No, no it definitely did not. “Just help me with my tie?”

 “Oh sorry,” she grinned, “You know me and all my chattering, here.” She fixed his tie into a proper knot, “you like to act all grown up but you couldn’t survive without me. Just stay home!”

 “We both know that’s not the plan,” Chanyeol grinned endearingly, “I promise me leaving will all be worthwhile.”

 His mother’s eyes sparkled like tiny stars glimmering in the night sky. Chanyeol always thought his mum was the most beautiful human to grace this earth, There was no one prettier than her....no one, he insists. “Don’t cry,” he pulled her in for the tight hug he saved only for her, one that would be considered bone crushing to others, yet warm to her, “I’ll visit all the time! Besides, Yoora will keep you company if you ever get lonely.”

 “Shhh,” she patted his back soothingly, “just be quiet for once and let me hug my gigantic son.”

 Baekhyun woke with a start. His alarm clock was blaring out some trashy pop song he downloaded back in elementary school. Graduation day. Oh right, he recalled, graduation day. Without my parents, naturally. 

He was bitter, there was no doubt. He couldn’t deny the fact that his parents being away for business didn’t hurt him dearly. It shouldn’t have. They’d never been there really, but he thought they’d come through for once. Realistically, they wouldn’t see him for the next few years of his life, when he moved to Seoul to study music. 

His parents never wanted him to do music. It wasn’t pr