Chapter 2: A friend or a foe?       The silent dinning room emitted a deadly aura, only the sounds of the spoons and forks could be heard. The lady stared her husband in annoyance as the man ate his breakfast, reading busily the American newspaper not minding one of his sons, missing at the table. The lady gripped tightly on the spoon she was holding.   “Kris, honey. Have you seen your brother, Suho?” Asked the lady, still eyeing her husband who kept on reading the newspaper.   “No.” The short reply of Kris.   The lady finally spoke to his husband. “Honey, can we wait for Suho?” She asked softly, trying to hide her annoyance to her husband.   “I’m hungry, let’s eat.”   She groaned in pure annoyance and took the table napkin and wiped and threw it to her plate, which contained the untouched food.   “Where are you going?” Her husband asked, finally looked at her and placed the newspaper on the table.   “I’m going to look for your son.” She gracefully exited the dinning room, leaving Kris who looked unconcerned at the moment and her husband who groggily stared the back of his wife.   The man sighed and about to read again the newspaper when he noticed Kris who was playing with his food.   “What’s the matter, Wu fan?”   “I’m not hungry.” He said lazily, he played with the meat balls with the fork and chin resting upon his palm.   “You should eat, son. So you could play,” His father said worriedly, placing again the newspaper at the table and eyed his son.   “I’m not hungry.” The short reply of Kris again.   “Alright, go and play with your brother or sisters.” He said and before he could even pick his newspaper, Kris spoke again.   “Father,”   “What?” He asked irritatingly.   “Who’s the pretty boy out there? Is he my cousin?” The man cocked his eyebrows and looked confusedly at his son.   “Who?”   “Chanyeol.” The man widened his eyes at the sudden mentioned of his son with the woman he made pregnant of.   He looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with his son. “Ahhh….I don’t know.”   “Why is here?” He asked.   “I don’t know?”   “Is he a son of our maid?”   “Is he your son, but that's impossible, right?”   Finally, the father gripped at the table cloth as he hated others speaking and mentioning the name of that boy. “Stop asking question, Wu Fan, get out and play!”   “Fine!” Kris stood up and stomped and hurdled outside. The sudden outburst of his father was so new to him and he hated it. Not in his life he experienced someone shouting at him. Why do everyone hates to hear the name of that boy, what’s so bad about him anyway?     Two little boys happily chatting at the kitchen, both sitting at the counter and eating a bunch of cookies.   “So what’s your name?” Asked the older boy, smiling down to Chanyeol. Chanyeol smiled sweetly as he finally came across with friendly and warm boy, unlike the other boy.   “I’m Chanyeol!” He shouted cheerfully. The boy was taken aback at the cheerfulness of this boy, never had he expected that someone exist like him, so carefree and cheerful, like he was the purest thing in the world.   “So it’s Chanyeol, what a cute name you have there. I’m Suho, I’m 11 years old, how about you Chanyeol?” Chanyeol smiled brightly a