He’s drawn to the door right at the very end of the hallway, and he wonders what kind of human fate will greet him there. He looks at the ornaments and wooden frames displayed and hanging on the walls, and a certain face strikes him as familiar. He stops in his tracks, and studies a photograph of a family of five, a father, mother and three beautiful young children. The father and the three children strongly resembled someone he knows very well, and when the realisation dawns upon him, his breathing stills.

This house, he knows it inside out. The walls had been repainted and the floors changed from carpet to wood. The ceiling is no longer beige in colour but a pale grey instead. The window peeking over the driveway had once been a favourite place to spy on the workers in the yard below, and the banister that curved upwards with the stairs had been a favourite way of transportation. This had been his home, and the man in the picture - the photographs, is him.

He found him.

This story takes place in the 21st Century, but please do keep in mind that Sehun and Tao were together roughly six decades ago so the time they lived in is different from the time we live in now. There are certain circumstances that they would've been in in the past that I will highlight in an author's note after the story. 

This story is rated PG-13, as it contains death.

The images used in the poster of this story are not mine and so all credit go to their owners. Any similarities with other stories are of pure coincidence, and plagiarising what I've written - any part of it - is strictly prohibited. [Respect other people's properties, please.]

~Enjoy~