http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6LTaC-FERA   It only takes a fraction of a second to have everything in your life flip upside down.    Just that morning your mother had touched your cheek and told you she loved you. She had squeezed your left hand, and imprinted her affectionate touch on you, leaving a distinct and vivid pressure on it as if she knew this was the last time she would see you. Your father had been his usual over-protective self and he had squeezed your shoulder and then drove out of the lot with your mother waving her hand one last time to you all.    But that was at least a week ago now.    The burial happened in the following two days after. You had wanted things to be over and done with. The next day at the hospital, you had spent it crying over their deceased bodies. The white cloth covered their pale, gaunt faces. You didn’t want to see what they looked like underneath. The only thing you managed to cast a glimpse of was their left arms hanging out from the sheets; their gold wedding bands glistening brightly underneath the auroral fluorescent light.    D.O. and Lay had to drag a visibly crying you out. You made no sounds, as you weeped in silence. That was the type of crying that was the most painful to see—the cry that utter no sounds and offered no end to stopping.    Never in your whole life had you cried this much. Never in your whole life had you experienced such a pain like this. No child in their right mind would ever want to picture the thought of their parents dead—to them, their parents would live always and forever.    The moment their bodies deterioriated and turned into nothing but ashes, you felt something inside of you drop. The wholeness inside of you disappeared, and you were aware of the sudden lightness and hollowness inside of your body.    The funeral was small, and it consisted of what little family you had left, you and the thirteen boys.    A week had gone by since the funeral.    The boys comforted you in every way they could, but it just hurt. Any sort of comfort hurt. This wasn’t your best year for you have lost three people; your best friend, your mother and your father. Though Yoonjung was still alive and breathing, her spirit of the best friend you’ve once known, had as well passed on.    Angel Mart was now left in your hands to take care of, as stated in your parents will.   Funny. Isn’t it? How cruel the Universe can be?    Your parents had worked so damn hard for their store and finally they were able to open one down at Seoul, a few blocks down from your house. What they’ve always wanted. Yet, now they won’t even be able to get the chance to see how their store will grow.    Unfortunately, you had no idea how to run the market. You didn’t even know how to run a business. Suho and Kris knew a bit from what your parents had taught them. Suho was in charge of hiring the employees, Kris was in charge of handling the financial matters and D.O and Baekhyun assiste