Warning: A bit of drugs are talked about in this chapter. (smoking but that's about it.) 

In the neighbourhood Chan's mother moved them both into, is a perfect cookie cutter neighbourhood. No divorced families, everyone in the neighbourhood knew each other. This was the type of neighbourhood where there were local barques every Saturday. 

The fathers would be in the back yard working the barque, the mothers inside sorting all of the food they all contributed on making, into the kitchen so once the meat was done everyone could just come and take what they wanted. And kids would be running around the backyard, having a fun time together. 

Everyone in the neighbourhood had perfect kids that got perfect grades and listened to their parents. They all joined extra curricular activities and some of the kids in this neighbourhood even volunteered on their own time. 

That's when Chan knew he and his mother wouldn't fit into this neighbourhood. Just observing it while looking outside the car window, pulling up into their new house, the neighbourhood looked too 'nice' for him. 

His mother was a single mother, his father and mother got off on bad terms because his father would never be home and never showed up to any family things and so forth. Basically Chan's father put work before the family and his mother got tired of it. 

His mother debated whether or not to get a divorce with her husband in the beginning, because she did love her husband, but he was never home. Chan maybe saw his fathers face a couple of times during the week but that was about it. The only time Chan would have a proper conversation with his father was between  four to eight months. 

Chan's father was never there for his childhood, and now that Chan was in high school, Chan didn't really care about his father that much. His mother on the other hand was a mess because she loved him but didn't know what to do. 

She got depression so she was always crying to herself in another room, thinking Chan couldn't hear her but he really could. It's not like Chan's mother was mean or horrible to him, his mother always tried giving everything she could to Chan, but Chan was a rebellious kid. 

Not only would their family ruin this perfect cookie cutter image this neighbourhood had because his mother was a depressed mess, but Chan himself was a delinquent. 

Chan was horrible in school, he was always last place compared to everyone and if he kept it up, he wouldn't be able to pass grade ten. He smoked a lot, he hung out with the wrong crowd and got into a lot of trouble. Chan's even been to the police station a couple times. 

Chan knew this neighbourhood was too 'nice' for them, but once they pulled up into the driveway of their new home he knew there was no turning back. 

Chan and his mother both got out of the car with a huge moving truck behind them which had all of their things inside packed in boxes and so forth to be put inside the house. 

Right when the two of them got out of the car, their neighbour came up to them with a plate filled with cookies and a huge smile on her face. This women looked like she was in her late thirties and with the two kids behind her, they were probably her children. 

Her children looked to be around Chan's age, but Chan didn't care. He didn't want to make new friends because he was in a new environment. He knew he'd have to make friends at one point but once their mother finds out how Chan really is, Chan knew their mother would tell them to stop hanging around him. 

The mother approached Chan's mom, holding out the plate of cookies as she explains "Hello Mrs.Lee, I'm Mrs.Park I'm your next door neighbour" Mrs.Park says in a maybe too enthusiastic smile. 

Chan's mother hesitantly took the cookies and gave Mrs.Park a broken smile back. "O-Oh it's nice to meet you" she says in an uncertain matter.

"I heard we would be getting new neighbours and I wanted to be the first one to greet you and say hello!" Mrs.Park says in the same pearly white smile. 

"Well it's nice to meet you, Chan why don't you say hi?" Chan's mother asks, now looking back at Chan who was leaning against the car. 

Chan rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, unlocking it and texting someone. 

"He's a bit upset that we just moved places so suddenly..." Chan's mother says in a smile, trying to cover up Chan's rude behaviour. 

"Oh it's fine, we're talking about teenagers and their hormones, aren't we?" The women adds in, in a chuckle like she could relate to what Chan's mom was saying. 

"So where's your husband, is he coming later to help you unpack all of your things?" The mother continues to ask, looking back at the car to see no one else inside it. 

"Oh um no...my husband and I are actually divorced..." 

"Oh..." Mrs.Park said, and it was like all of her respect for Chan and his mother was now gone. You could see in her face she was a bit startled that someone divorced had moved into the neighbourhood and she didn't really say much after that. 

"Well...enjoy your cookies, if you don't mind you and your son are welcomed to have dinner with my family tonight? My husband will be home and he makes wonderful food, he's actually a chef" Mrs.Park explains, trying to rub off the gloomy aura from two seconds ago. 

"Sure we'd love too, right Chan?" Chan's mother asks, looking back and Chan but Chan didn't answer and continued to look down at his phone. 

Once the two mothers realized Chan wasn't going to answer, Mrs.Park says "then I'll see you around six." After saying that she waved goodbye while turning around and walking back into her own house with her two kids following behind her. 

As Mrs.Park disappeared into her own house, Chan's mother turned around and looked at Chan seriously, explaining "Chan, we're suppose to start fresh here. I told you even at our old house to lose the attitude. You better smarten up mister or you'll be unpacking boxes for the rest of the night and you won't have Mrs.Parks husbands wonderful dinner." His mother explains and Chan rolled his eyes once again. 

"And...Mr.Choi and his son will be coming later on this evening and bringing their things with them as well." She adds in a couple seconds later.

"I don't see why they have to live with us." Chan interrupts, looking at his mother with a glare in his eyes. 

"I've already told you the reason Chan, they got kicked out of their own house and this is the only other place they can stay...and...you know Mr.Choi and I love each other very much..." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Chan mumbles, looking back down at his phone. 

Mr.Choi was the man Chan's mother had been cheating on his father with when his father was at work and his mother needed a drinking partner to comfort her depression with. In the beginning Mr.Choi knew Chan's mother had a son, but he didn't know she was still married.

Chan's mother grew feelings for Mr.Choi but once he realized she was still married, he said he wanted nothing to do with her unless she got a divorce so that's what she did. 

She got a divorce, her husband kept the house, they moved into a perfect neighbourhood and now they were all going to be living together. 

Chan felt like his life changed in just a snap of a finger. One night he's playing call of duty in the dark, in his bedroom, smoking and his mother comes in and says they're moving all the way on the other side of Seoul. 

Chan and his mother spent the rest of their day unpacking everything out of the truck and putting it all into the house. With the help of a couple movers and generously nice people around the neighbourhood, they had everything inside their house by around three in the afternoon. 

Chan got his bed set up first in his bedroom, but the second thing he put in was his T.V and XBOX. That's all Chan ever used, was his bed and his XBOX. He never really left his bedroom unless his friends called him to smoke with them under the bridge somewhere or behind some old trailer parks. These people are what society likes to call 'the potheads' but in a way Chan himself was one as well.

Now that Chan left all of his smoking friends back on the other side of Seoul, he now had no friends and figured he'd just stay in his room all day and smoke in there until he found new friends to smoke with. 

"Chan could you help me unpack a couple of things for the kitchen?" Chan's mother calls out from downstairs and Chan groaned. All he wanted to do was play call of duty and get high but his mother was stopping him from doing that by asking him to help unpack things. 

At the same time as Chan walked down the stairs to go and help his mother, he saw the front door open and an older man with a boy behind him opened the door with suitcases in their hands. 

Chan knew the larger man in front was Mr.Choi. He's seen Mr.Choi from time to time when his mother brought him over and when Chan ever so rarely left his room to get something to eat in the kitchen or go to the washroom. 

His mother would always try and introduce Mr.Choi to Chan but Chan ignored her and went on his way. Now today they were forced to meet face to face, properly for the first time, and now he even gets to meet his son.

"Chan, it's nice to see you again" Mr.Choi says, entering the house and looking at Chan with a smile on his face. 

Chan nodded meaning hello in his own special way and then his eyes moved to the boy standing behind Mr.Choi. "Chan this is my son, Seungcheol. He's in grade twelve so he's two years older then you are but I'm sure you two will get along just fine" Mr.Choi says in a smile. 

"It's nice to meet you" Seungcheol says in a smile but Chan rolled his eyes, now turning around and walking into the kitchen where his mother called him to in the first place. 

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Hey guys, this is the new chancheol fan fiction I told you guys I would be posting, so how do you like it so far? I hope you guys don't mind that Dino kind of smokes but it's not like that takes up the whole story, it's just a side thing. Thank you for reading though it means a lot. If you haven't checked out my other chancheol fan fiction 'years apart' you should check that one out too.