Sehun (carelessly throwing his journal inside the room while talking over his shoulder): I told you I've made a new friend! Get off my case will you???

Suho is heard criticizing Sehun through the doorway, implying that making a friend does not mean Sehun has become any more emotionally expressive, a sentiment Sehun absolutely disagrees with - how would he make a new friend if he didn't have some measure of emotional expression? None of that matters to Tao, who'd been peacefully working out on his gym equipment until the journal landed on his head, breaking his concentration.

Tao (yelling): OUCH!!!

Sehun isn't bothered about his condition but Suho comes over to make sure he's alright.

Suho (rubbing his head): Are you okay?'

Tao (whining and nuzzling his throbbing head into his stomach): It hurts!!!

Suho (getting worried): Let me take a look! (Parts his hair to make sure his head isn't bleeding) It looks sore... (lovingly) Shall I call Lay?

Sehun sputters in outrage at the obvious favortism and starts a ruckus about how he his head hurts more because he's been arguing with Suho for such a long time. Suho ignores him and continues rubbing Tao's head, cooing and cuddling the overgrown baby and in general, making Sehun want to puke. 

Sehun (stamping his foot): Fine, whatever! Its not like I care!! 

Suho (to Tao): Are you okay now? (completely ignores Sehun)

Tao (enjoying the attention, smiles affectionately): I'm all better. 

Sehun is beginning to feel jealous simply on principle - he's the youngest around here, if anyone deserves to be spoiled, it's him. Sadly, Suho is extremely annoyed by recent mischiefs and in no mood to cuddle him. In the end, Sehun loses it and throws the journal at Tao's thick - and still being lovingly rubbed by Suho - head. It lands, edge first, digging painfully.

Tao (completely distracted from his cuddle time): OWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!! OWOWOWWOW!!! (begins dancing in his seat, bending over and rubbing his head furiously)

Suho (shocked by the sudden, uncalled for attack): SEHUN!

Sehun (bitterly): Take that as well, you greedy er! See if I care!

Suho is even more shocked by the tears that fill Sehun's eyes as he runs off angrily. He takes a few steps after him, then looks at Tao and, torn between comforting the young cubs. Biting his lips, he wonders if he's been too harsh with Sehun - his poker face and uncaring attitue makes it easy to forget he's still just a sentimental little cub. Sadly, he realizes, his company will not be welcomed at all. He takes his place next to Tao again and absentmindedly rubs his head. Then, overcome with guilt, goes after Sehun. 

Tao (his head throbbing from a mix of journal hits and workout): Suho? (whines) Suho!!! 

Tao (straightens and finds the room empty): Suho? (pouts) No one who care about me! 

He bends over with every intention of dissolving into tears but his eyes land on the journal that has opened on the single sentence written out in terrible writing. He takes a closer look, then picks it up to examine it curiously. He finds it very appealing - the idea of writing a journal, especially after his current trauma is especially touching. At least, the journal will hear him out and not abandon him when his head was throbbing.

Tao (looking at the journal through teary eyes): I won't abandon you either!

Tao (hugging it to his chest): I'll keep you safe!

Tao (suddenly lets out an excited, girlish laugh): I've always wanted my own journal! 

Tao, forgetting his throbbing head in excitement of actually writing a journal, skips off in a search for colorful pens and stickers that he can use to decorate his newly, albeit painfully, acquired journal, his mind already busy with all the secrets he can share with his diary and forgets that he's actually angry for being hit in the head when he runs into Sehun outside his room.

Sehun's tiny eyes are a bit red but he's smiling like an idiot and the reason becomes obvious when Suho steps out of his room, putting his wallet in his back pocket and taking Sehun's hand. Sehun pokes his tongue out at Tao as Suho leads him away, grinning excitedly.

Sehun (his voice fading away): Choco! I want choco bubble tea! Ooh and...

Suho (voice faint): Okay, now stop jumping and get in the car!

Tao is rooted to his spot right outside his room, shocked and hurt. Not only did his own Shadow hit him for no good reason, not only did the pack leader abandon him while he was hurt, now they were both going out to get bubble tea. Tears fill his eyes again and he turns right back, all thoughts of gathering colorful pens gone as sadness overwhelms him. He lies on his beds and cries for sometime. The journal is lying on his pillow and after a while, he sits up and stares at it. Then, picking up a regular pen from his bedside table, begins writing. 

Dear Diary, it goes, today has been the worst day for me. A painful recounting of all the events of the past half hour, with tear drops drying on the pages, follows as Tao pours his heart out. And this, he adds, is why I like Kris. I wish he was here, he would never do this to me! Suho is a bad mom, I want my daddy! Starts crying again and the journal is forgotten.