❝xiao—❞ yangyang twisted the door knob open, but as soon as he got inside the boy's room, his smile was immediately replaced with an disappointed frown. ❝xiao shi yi!❞

he was ready to start the lovely saturday by waking their boy up but he can't help but fume at how his room is so messy. the uniform he used yesterday was thrown somewhere, his clothes were scattered on the floor, his books and crumpled papers not being cleaned up, his pillows on the verge of falling down— and the sixteen-year-old boy is just there, wrapping himself around the thick duvet like a burrito.

❝eleven, get up!❞ yangyang went to pick the pillows that are on the edge of the bed and dropped it down on the boy's head. ❝it's your grandmama's birthday today and we agreed to make a surprise for her!❞

❝what do you want me to do, photosynthesis?❞ eleven grumbled, pushing the duvet away from his body, using his feet, as his papa kept on pulling it. 

slapping the boy's buns, yangyang earned a painful groan from him. ❝clean your room this instant and take the trash out!❞

pushing himself up with half lidded eyes, eleven had his brows knitted in confusion. ❝isn't it dad's turn right now?❞

❝it is,❞ yangyang heaved out a sigh as he pushed the unnecessary things, that were getting in his way, to the side. ❝but he is busy baking a cake.❞

he stayed silent for a moment, only to generate a joke that he learned from we all know who. ❝is it dada's cake—❞

❝i swear to god, xiao shi yi, i'm kicking your ass out of this house if you don't get your sanity back!❞ his papa then complained by the door, receiving a chuckle coming from the lazy boy.

quickly standing up, eleven rushed in grabbing a gray tank top that's randomly laid flat on the floor. while struggling to wear it, he caught up to his papa by the hallways that's carrying his laundry basket. surprising him, he went to ruffle his hair and give him a short peck on top of his forehead.

the perks of not getting their genes, he's taller than his three parents. if they plan to go out for a family date, he'd surely be mistaken being a tree hanging out with flowers. ❝hey!❞

❝good morning, pa.❞ as if he wasn't dozing off a while ago, eleven was too energetic for someone who just woke up.

fixing his hair, yangyang turned the other way as he was assigned to do the laundry. ❝oh, and eleven?❞

humming, the said boy stopped midway by the stairs and turned to face his papa. ❝hm?❞

❝please don't annoy your dad today, he's a little bit grumpy.❞ he warned him.

all eleven did was scoff, ❝since when is he not grumpy?❞

❝good point,❞ yangyang said with a light giggle. ❝go, they are busy in the kitchen.❞

rushing down the stairs, the smile on the boy's face then dropped as he was reminded to take the trash out. the trash bags were just placed right next to the front door, calling his attention. but making a u-turn, eleven went to the other way and decided to go and bug his parents first while he still has the mood to do so.

it seems like they were really making an effort for the surprise they planned for his grandmama, and he knew he also had to start working to get this job done earlier before she arrives. he's in charge of the decorations but he still has to ask where those boxes filled with it is located. for now, he slid inside the kitchen with a bright smile on his face, greeting two of his fathers that are the complete opposite. one is having that deep frown on his face, while the other is humming to an upbeat song that eleven sang along upon surprising him with a hug from behind.

❝so, yangyang managed to wake you up.❞ xiaojun uttered out as he was feeling their son's weight on him, already this near to crushing him with a hug.

❝if i tell you that i'm still sleepy, would you let me go back to my room?❞ eleven asked, taking advantage of his height and placing his chin on top of his father's head.

and of course, it didn't take long for his dada to realize that. ❝you do know you're insulting me by doing that, right?❞

❝not really,❞ the boy brought his hands up and squished his father's cheeks as he watched him get busy with the cupcakes he is making. ❝this is my way of calling you adorable.❞

❝i'll count to three,❞ xiaojun started to threaten him, ❝one, two—❞

eventually, eleven did move away, but not without taking one piece of cupcake from the tray. he then raised it up as if he was holding a wine glass. ❝also, that bag of frosting you are holding right now reminds me of the good old days.❞

xiaojun's jaw then dropped as he couldn't believe that the boy can still remember what happened in the old kitchen way back when they had the kids over. but wait, he could have sworn he remembered them watching a children's show during that time. ❝how did you—❞

munching it all in one go, eleven shrugged his shoulders as he muffled out his words. ❝let's just say, raising the volume up never really covered the noise that came out from papa's mouth.❞

off to annoy another adult, eleven was put to a halt before he can even get close to his other father that looks so focused in lettering the cake. the boy gulped in the cupcake he was busy munching a while ago and had a brow raised at how his dad was acting.

❝are you perhaps,❞ taking a random kitchenware he saw on at the countertop, he pointed it at his father while continuing his question. ❝mad at the fact that i beat you at mario cart last night?❞

hendery looked up at their boy that grew up well, but gave him a glare with those dead eyes. it showed how right eleven was with his assumption as to why his father is such in a bad mood, and also why he looks so bitter.

❝if y-you want, we can play again and i'll p-purposely lose for you.❞ eleven dropped the utensil he randomly held and lowered his head.

well, he may look like he had gathered the guts to be playful with his papa and dada, his dad is the only person he knew he can't mess with. aside from the fact that he looks scary with that glare, he didn't want to disappoint the person who took responsibility in taking him in. he owed him a lot, and he did not want for the ceo to think that it was no use of raising him.

in fact, he owe the three of them a lot. he might look like he had grown comfortable with them throughout the years, but there would always be times he'd be alone in his room, thinking whether he was doing well for them or not, whether he made them proud, and whether he made them smile. that's the least he can do for them, and that's why he's doing surprisingly well in his academics despite of looking like he had no care in the world.

hendery then saw that expression on his face and that made him soften his gaze, thinking that he might have gone to far. he actually is in a bad mood, but that definitely has nothing to do with playing mario cart with their boy. ❝shi yi, just take the trash out while we are busy preparing for the surprise.❞

just as the man was about to move pass by him, eleven took hold of his arm. ❝you're mad at me.❞

❝i'm not, okay? i never said anything about being mad.❞ hendery stated. ❝go and take out the trash.❞

❝b-but unlike papa, you only call me that when you are not in the mood.❞ some things never really change. the boy would still stutter whenever he messes his emotions up.

not like hendery had a problem with it. as a matter of fact, those traits he acquired from them makes the man think that he's blood related with them. when he gets playful out of no where, he got that from yangyang. his stuttering obviously comes from xiaojun, and when as for the ceo— their boy might be subtle, but hendery noticed how the change of his stern personality would appear when the situation calls him to be.

this is the kid they raised, and he's proud at what he has grown up to be. because of the thoughts he was having, a smile made its way to the man's lips as he went to ruffle the boy's hair. oh, and not to mention, he literally has grown well, and that includes his growth spurt. ❝it's just work, alright? this has nothing to do with the game we played last night.❞

eleven just simply nodded his head as he let his dad mess his hair up.

❝however, i might have to challenge you for a rematch today, after the party.❞ hendery then saw how xiaojun was looking at them and gave his husband a smile before putting his attention back to their boy.

lifting his head up, eleven was worried if partly of the reason why his mood is down is because of the game.

❝but you don't have to purposely lose for me,❞ the man said to him with confidence, ❝because i know i will win this time.❞

that brought back eleven's playful side, making him stick his tongue out as he made his way to the doorway that separated the kitchen and the living room. ❝yep, let me see you try!❞

and as the commotion inside the kitchen was settled, eleven finally made his way to the trash bag and gave the attention it needed. as he was carrying it up, he heard a knock on the front door that made him put the heavy trash bag down again. mumbling a curse word under his breath, he first reminded himself to look nice and act kind to people— like what his papa always tells him to do.

and so, he had a forced smile on his face as he opened the door.

it immediately dropped down to a frown upon seeing who came to pay a visit.

❝pa,❞ eleven shouted, calling his other father that might be busy with the laundry. then again, it won't matter if he'll hear it or not, since he was more on teasing this guy right here. ❝what trash should i throw when it's already here outside?❞

xiaojun walked out from the kitchen to see what on earth their boy was talking about all by himself, only to find out that someone came to visit them. ❝sian? didn't know you'd come this early!❞

ji sian, the person whom eleven just teased by calling him trash. scowling at the taller male right in front of him, the male's expression soon changed to a soft and innocent one when he went to greet his uncle who invited him to come. ❝maybe because i just got too excited to meet you, uncle xiao!❞

rolling his eyes at how fake sian can get, the guy that's an inch or two shorter than him then pushed eleven to the side just so he can go and give the uncle he missed so much a tight hug. eleven watched the sight and didn't hesitate to click his tongue, letting his father hear that rude action of his.

❝shi yi, be nice. i called sian over because i know you'll have a hard time decorating the living room for your grandmama.❞ xiaojun warned him with a glare before turning around and guiding the ji who came to visit them.

but before leaving to catch up with his uncle, sian mocked what the adult had said. ❝right, shi yi.❞

within his family, he can tolerate being called with that name of his. but within friends, and especially to people he's not fond with, he gets pissed even when they would call him shi yi, may it be a joke or not. one had tried to call him that and let's just say, that student almost went home with a broken limb. then here we have sian, a brave soldier who is not afraid to get into eleven's nerves.

but if you ask him, he wouldn't know what to answer in questions like why he hasn't tried to push sian away, nor teaching him a lesson in not to call him that.

not wanting to stress out about it, eleven just stuck his tongue out at the precious guest before taking the trash bag with him outside. he had to bear with the heat and carry the trash to the front gates, where the garbage trucks usually passes by. after long minutes, he finally was able to put the trash bag down there and made a run for it to get back to his house in just a blink of an eye. when he got inside, he noticed the guest's presence not around the living room, and it also seem like it's only both his dad and dada inside the kitchen.

why was he even so eager to know where sian is? he could care less about him. since he knew he can't disturb any of his parents, he went up to the stairs and dragged his feet back to his room which the door is strangely open.

❝ah, this guy can't take care of himself, seriously.❞

and just the person he was looking for a while ago, he was just inside inside his room and what sparked eleven's interest is how the guest was cleaning his room willingly.

leaning by the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest, eleven had a smirk plastered on his face as he laid his eyes only on the male that's being a professional complainer, but is still cleaning his messy room nonetheless. somehow, there's something that the taller noticed, making him space out for a short second. this is when he started to notice little details about him, how soft his glowing skin is, how he had curves but is covered with the hoodie he is wearing, and despite of complaining, eleven somewhat found his voice a gift from heaven. it didn't take him long in getting back to his senses and deciding to voice out his concern instead.

❝sian, you'd actually be a great bottom.❞ eleven blurted out.

and that scared sian shitless, making him jump from his place while holding the book he just picked up from the ground. turning around with his cheeks burning red, he groaned in annoyance and threw the book at the male who just laughed at his reaction. ❝you don't have to scare me like that— wait, did you just call me a bottom?❞

unfortunately for him, eleven caught the book he threw, failing to hit him on the face. ❝i'm surprised you haven't noticed that yourself.❞

putting the book down to his study desk, eleven slowly approached the fuming male that's now glaring at him as if looks could kill. that didn't faze him at all, seeing him get angry only reminds him of a a little kitten trying to pick a fight with a large dog.

and yes, eleven sees himself as the large dog even though their height difference isn't that extreme with just two inches.

❝you know what else you would be great at?❞ teasing him more, eleven stopped right in front of him and lifted the older's chin up with his finger. ❝putting your voice into a good use instead of just complaining, and you know what that is? being under me—❞

not giving in to his antics, sian grabbed hold of the taller's arm and in just a swift move, he had him thrown on the bed that he just finished cleaning up for the younger. with that, he climbed up on top of him, just to prove what position he should be once he gets to be in a relationship.

eleven had to admit, his sudden action startled him, but it stirred more amusement inside him when he could tell that the male on top of him was trying too hard to be what he can't pull off.

❝so,❞ leaning down, sian couldn't believe he still showed confidence even when his heart his beating so fast with the position they are currently in. ❝who's under now?❞

any second now, eleven can just throw him an uno reverse card, but he's somehow curious as to how long the older can keep this up.

❝shi yi,❞ sian purposely called him that to tick him off, not knowing that everything he's doing to annoy the younger only perked an interest in him. ❝you should know who you are messing with.❞

finally having enough of it, the male under took this opportunity to wrap his arm around the older's waist and switch their position around, with him finally being on top. sian had his eyes widened at how the tables have turned and what made him panic more is the taller's hand trapping him by his side, and the other arm still wrapped around his waist. not only that, he felt pressure on his hips, which eleven had his knees buckled so he wouldn't be able to escape. to make things worse for sian, their faces were dangerously close that he had to put both his hands on to the younger's chest.

but he wasn't pushing him away for some reason.

❝babe,❞ eleven then went to whisper on his ear to get back at him, having his warm breath ghost over his earlobe. ❝i should be the one telling you that.❞

❝what the fuck is happening here?❞

the two on the bed then jolted from their position upon hearing a stern voice, it also made eleven move away but neither of them got up from the questionable position they are in. diverting their gazes towards the door, it was as if they were being poured a bucket of cold water once they saw three adults looking at them with different expressions. one is surprised, one looked so proud, and the youngest of those three looked like he wad about to hit them with a slipper any moment from now.

❝p-pa—❞ however, instead of looking scared for his life, sian was enjoying as he watched the male on top of him shaking in fear as he looked at his parents. this was one of the rarest moments he can see him stutter and be frightened of something.

❝don't, "pa", me!❞ taking a plushie that's on the floor, yangyang threw it towards them and made sure to hit their son's back. ❝what's going on inside that sixteen-year-old head of yours? gosh.❞

❝i w-was just playing w-with sian!❞ his reason made the said male snort under him, finding this sight amusing as he hardly sees eleven other than him getting mad or being in the mood to tease someone.

❝yeah? convince me more!❞ this surely is not the end of their conversation, but he didn't want to show how frustrated he is in front of their boy's friend, if that's what they really are— just friends. huffing, yangyang ran a hand through his hair and pointed a finger on the two. ❝you two, get down after this business you are having, someone came to pay a visit.❞

with yangyang leaving first xiaojun still stood there with his jaw dropped, for a few more seconds, before followed the youngest of them from behind. and last to leave was hendery, who approved of it and even gave their son a thumbs up.

❝who taught him that?❞ they then heard yangyang ask, but is that really the question here. the answer is already obvious and they are looking at him now.

which hendery was offended, ❝excuse me, but i spend my time playing games with him and teaching him bit by bits about the company he's going to inherit one day.❞

❝eleven is just like you,❞ xiaojun said, ❝you two are bad at lying.❞

❝hey!❞ hendery clicked his tongue at him. ❝just saying, it's normal for kids in his age to be curious about things.❞

❝right,❞ yangyang felt so stressed out for some reason. it's not because he was against them being together, but he wanted for them to take it slow because seeing the position they had a while ago honestly alarmed him. ❝and the next thing we'll know, they are already in a relationship.❞

❝you haven't told your parents about us, yet?❞

eleven pushed himself off from the older and sat on his bed, ruffling his hair in irritation. ❝oh, shut up, sian.❞

the said male let out a chuckle, also adjusting himself to sit down. ❝i was just playing with you.❞

❝i know you are.❞ standing up, eleven stretched his arms— or more like flexing his body to the male that's wearing a hoodie since he had a grey tank top on. ❝there's no way i'd be in a relationship with you.❞

that honestly hurt his feelings, and that goes for a fact that sian, unfortunately, had taken a liking towards him. ❝r-really?❞

❝you have ji hansol and qian kun as your parents,❞ eleven shivered at the thought of dying in their hands. someone who once worked under a mafia gang, and the other just simply strict and scary in his own way, who's brave enough to actually go up against that? ❝only a brave soldier would risk his life just to be with you.❞

❝hey,❞ this isn't the first time he heard this reason. he had heard gossips in school about people wanting to confess to him but didn't have the guts to do so because of his family background. it went to the point that it annoyed sian already. ❝why does that matter? it's not like it's my parents you're going to ask out, it's me! it's not them who'll give you an answer, i am!❞

honestly speaking, eleven was just playing around. of course he wasn't scared of his parents, well, only a slight bit, but he just wanted to use that common excuse to irritate the older, just to simply get back at him for laughing when he was being scolded by his papa.

❝so, does that mean you'll accept me if i confess to you right now?❞ eleven changed the tone of his voice as he turned to face the older upon asking that question.

at times like this, sian can never determine whether he was messing with him again or is really serious about it. but for some reason, that question made him feel butterflies inside his stomach. ❝h-huh?❞

shaking his head, eleven decided not to push through with the question. and here, we will never never know whether he meant that question or not. ❝come on, papa said said we have a guest waiting for us downstairs.❞

he was quick to change the topic, and sian decided to shrug it off as he didn't want to burst his head into thinking about it too much. with eleven's help, which was unnecessary, sian was able to get down from the bed and they two of the quietly marched down the hallways— with sian following from behind and silently admired the taller's back.

as they were stepping foot down the stairs, they noticed a familiar figure standing stiff in the living room and that slowed down their pace in walking as they still deciphered as to who this person was. as they reached the last step, the male turned around and gave the two of them the brightest smile he could muster up.

❝shi yi, sian!❞

and while being in a confused state, the two of them stood there while they were being engulfed in a tight hug coming from a guy that looked oddly familiar. however, neither of them decided to speak as they were still in awe seeing him around.

and it made the boy show a pout. ❝did you guys forget about me already? i just left to china for ten years and you guys suddenly have an amnesia.❞

genuinely speaking, they honestly can't remember anymore. this guy looked so different, but that smile of his reminded them of someone they can't pin point who. and doing the honors, it was eleven who asked him. ❝w-who are you?❞

sighing, the person took a step back and gathered the courage he had to give them another bright smile even though he was disappointed that they just forgot about him like that. he took his hand out and chuckled, ❝justin, justin wong.❞

both eleven and sian let out the loudest gasp, having their eyes widened at the change. the last time they met him, he was this small, and now— he is still small which made them wonder why since was living with a bunch of giants. maybe these two were too caught up with the situation they had upstairs that their memories weren't working well when they saw him for the first time after ten years of being away from them.

so that's why the smile looked familiar. ❝little sushi!?❞

hendery flinched at how loud the kids were in the living room, rolling his eyes at it and getting back to helping his husbands inside the kitchen. upon finally finishing the lettering he was assigned in the cake, that took him long enough, he went to see on what the other two were doing.

and it melted his heart watching yangyang giving xiaojun a back hug as they were helping each other in making other desserts for the party later. he might be stressed from work, but coming home with this sight always does the trick. never in his life did he ever think he'd be contented with what he had now, but having to raise their boy well, getting married to these two dorks, and having a family of his own— that's already the greatest achievement in his life. the peak of everything.

but there's one thing that bothered him after their boy annoying him in the kitchen a while ago.

❝what did eleven mean about that bag of frosting bringing good old memories?❞ he asked, causing for the two to stiffen from their places.

⚊ t h a n k  y o u ⚊

you don't know how it made me laugh at how most of you thought that little sushi was going to be named as jason derulo.

but seriously, i would like to thank y'all for being patient with me, and for staying till the end 😔