"Alright! Time to go Junhyun!" I call to the giggling  boys on the couch. Taemin's little head pops up. "Awww...does he have to go?" he whines. I smile and ruffle his hair. "Yeah...but he'll be back next weekend. You'll see him at school too." I assure him. Junhyun quietly hops off of the couch. "He doesn't want to go home! He told me that!" Taemin says. I look down at Junhyun. "Aren't you excited to go home? Don't you miss your mom?" I ask him. He nods but tears start to fall. "Junhyun, what's going on? You're sending me mixed messages." I tell him. He cries harder and Taemin rushes over. "Look what you did! you're hurting his feelings!" he shouts. "How? I asked a simple question! That's all!" I responde. Junhyun cries harder, hugging my leg. "Ani. I don't want to go home." he cries. I put my hand on his head and look at Taemin. What was going on. "But you said you missed your mom." I say softly. He nods. "I do, but not my dad. I hate my dad. I wish you were my dad instead of him. I wish he'd just die!" he says. I look at him in shock. He was such a quiet, innocent little child...I never expected him to say such a thing. Then again...there was that incident with Taemin. I bend down to his height and pull him into a hug. "You shouldn't say things like that. I hate my father and I used to wish him dead just like you...but, that doesn't change anything. He's still my father and your father is still your father." I tell him. "Can't my mom and I just live here?" he asks. "Well, maybe...when the time comes." I reply. I mean, we have plenty of rooms so, why not? I ruffle his hair and grab his suitcase. "Let's not have another outburst like this, okay?" I tell him. He sniffles, wipes his eyes and nods. "Okay,...let's go." I conclude heading towards the door.

When I get home Taemin is still seated on the couch watching t.v. "It's getting late, you should get ready for bed." I tell him, dropping my keys onto the table. When he doesn't move I sigh. So he's being defiant again. "Taemin.Up.Now." I say. He switches the t.v. off. "Why couldn't you let Junhyun stay? I hate being in this big stupid house alone!" He snaps. "He has a family too Taemin. If I kept him overtime I could've gotten into trouble, and you're hardly alone. I left you here for five minutes." I say. "You being here is the same as you not being here. You hardly do anything besides work and whenever you do talk to me it's to yell at me for doing something wrong! I didn't feel as alone with Junhyun and you kicked him out!" he continues. "Taemin he's coming back next weekend and you'll see him at school!" I shout. "You just don't want him here! You hardly even like me being here!" he shouts. "Taemin that's not true! You know I have no problem with you or Junhyun but there are rules adults have to follow. Should I be jailed for not returning a child to his parents? Don't you know that's kidnapping?" I tell him. "It's not kidnapping if he doesn't even want to go home!" Taemin shouts. "Taemin go to bed. I don't want to argue with you anymore." I conclude, shutting the lights off in the kitchen. Arguments like this were becoming regular and it was tiring. "I hate you more than anyone else in this world." he says before stomping upstairs to his room. I exhale, placing my hands on my hips and watching him stomp up the stairs. "Taemin,..." I begin, but there was nothing I could say. Well, the arguments usually end like that but it hurts more and more each time.

{Rachel's P.O.V}

I shove my phone into my shoe because I know Cheif will ask for it. "What are you doing?" Haneul asks, looking at me in confusion. I lace up my boot extremely tight. "Cheif will ask for it. I've got to keep it hidden." I say, standing and putting my hands on my hips. "What if it rings?" she asks. "No one should call me." I tell her, looking at my watch. Where the heck was this man? Just then Minji walks into the room slamming the door behind her. I put my hands on my waist. "Well it's about time. I'm suprised you didn't meet me at the entrance." I say. She scoffs, arms crossed. "Well haven't we gotten cocky over the years?" she asks. I roll my eyes. "Where's Cheif? He's late too." I say, looking at my watch again. "I think that's the least of your worries." she smiles. I frown. When was Cheif EVER the least of my worries? "Yeah, no. Tell him to hurry because I...WE have places to go." I lie. Minji scoffs. "Follow me and mind your manners. It's taking everything in my power not to kill you right now." she snaps, slamming the door open. I look at Haneul who is trembling in fear. "Don't be scared. She hates me, not you." I tell her, taking her hand. She squeezes it and we walk out the door behind Minji.