❝sian will go take a bath if mama will find him, right?❞ kun uttered, walking out of the kitchen after finishing counting to their agreed number, and having his eyes scanning the living room. ❝mama will have to find sian then!❞

covering his mouth, the said boy was holding back a chuckle as he hid under the coffee table. there weren't many places to hide at the living room, and going up to the second floor of the house would be cheating as they only made a deal to hide at either at the living room or at the kitchen. he can hide behind the bookshelf, but he would be easily spotted if that's the case. lucky for him, he was able to fit under the table.

but it's also an obvious spot, the chinese can even see the kid's leg poking out, but he purposely acted like he doesn't know at all. ❝where could he be?❞

following his eyes at his father's foot, the kid let out a quiet laugh when he saw him passing by. that caused him to gasp at the noise he made.

❝hm, that's a sound a rare specie called ji sian would make.❞ not dallying time, kun crouched down and went to look under the table. ❝boo— what the fuck?❞

the little boy isn't there anymore.

❝s-sian, if you heard that, pretend you don't have ears!❞ panicking at how he accidentally cursed, kun stood up from the ground and wandered his eyes at the living room. he could have sworn he is here, he never expected for the kid to be this fast in escaping. ❝where is he?❞

turning around he was greeted by a man who looked disheveled with his hair and clothes, his eyes were half lidded and showed bags under, but nonetheless, he still managed to look perfect by that. although, what caught the chinese's attention more are those little hands clutching on to the man's pajama pants. he could faintly see the boy hiding from behind.

it made him smirk as he approached them, ❝looks like i finally found him!❞

❝ah, mama!❞ sian squirmed when he felt himself being lifted up, being engulfed in his father's arms. a loud laugh was heard from him when he was being pampered with kisses. ❝mama, it tickles!❞

❝hm, it does?❞ chuckling, kun placed his little boy down after seeing that the boy was having a hard time breathing from all the laughing. staring at him, he lifted his hand and ruffled the kid's hair. ❝i finally found you. now, go take a warm shower.❞

❝mama, you're so strange today,❞ the young boy then said, throwing his arms over his father's shoulders, giving him a peck on the forehead before showing him his dimpled smile. ❝but i like it.❞

that caught the chinese off guard, but he didn't get to ask his son about it when the boy immediately sprinted up to his room and take the warm bath he promised, getting himself ready for school. standing back up, kun turned around and was startled to see the man being this close to him, wrapping an arm around his waist just to pull him close.

❝good morning—❞ hansol was about to give his husband their usual morning kisses, but he was cut off by a hand on his chest, pushing him an inch away.

followed by a question that crumpled the man's hope. ❝what did sian mean by that?❞

with a hopeless groan, hansol placed his head down to his husband's shoulder, alongside with his arms dropping back to his side in disappointment. ❝god, it's still you?❞

puffing his cheeks, kun smacked his arm for saying that. ❝that's rude of you!❞

❝and you're violent,❞ moving away, hansol hissed at the sore spot where the younger had hit him. funny, because he can take knives and guns on his body, but he can't take his husband's smacks. ❝as always.❞

he knew that it's nothing to sulk about, the man did have the right to be upset by the situation still being the same, but he can't help but mope about how disappointed the taller male sounded when he knew that they were still facing the same issue. sure, he may still not be the husband, but the older didn't have to rub it on his face. ❝whatever, i'm making breakfast.❞

it's so frustrating, and kun doesn't even know why he's acting like this.

hansol stopped grunting in pain when he saw the younger walk away and march to the kitchen. he was stomping his foot like a kid, making him slightly smile at the adorable action, but he was more on wondering as to why he looked mad in the first place. and so, he followed from behind, standing by the kitchen island as he watched his husband's figure being busy.

busy cooking, and busy sulking.

he could clearly tell from behind that he was not in the mood. yet, hansol still bothered to ask. ❝are you angry?❞

❝angry? hah!❞ a scoff was heard from the chinese as he was slicing up cucumbers, doing them slowly and surely, imagining that it's the man's head he is decapitating. ❝i don't know, am i? with you, pfft, please. why would i be angry?❞

even with his husband's younger self taking over the body, he could still see the resemblance of the two whenever they are upset. looks like some things just really doesn't change, but the real question is, why would he be mad? it probably is because of how hansol just answered him with a question even when he is asking one. well, might as well answer it now.

❝you usually are strict with sian in the morning. the moment you wake him up, you make him take a bath just so he can prepare for school without a second to waste, not play hide and seek with him. that's why it was strange for him to see you all playful in early in the morning. but you heard him, he liked it.❞ as he told him that, hansol flinched from his place when he heard a loud thud coming from the chopping board.

a mocking laugh from the younger was then heard, lashing his frustration to the vegetables he is cutting. ❝why, am i too old to play?❞

that wasn't the response which hansol was expecting. ❝are you still mad?❞

❝rather than mad,❞ with his mind going to places, kun was reminded of the line which his cousin's friend would always say whenever he's upset. ❝i wanna stabby, stab, stab you❞

still clueless as to where he went wrong, or what he said to offend the younger, hansol then thought of something that would be a bold move to do. but nonetheless, if it lifts up the latter's mood, then that's all that matters. pushing himself away from the kitchen island, he walked over to the upset chinese and lifted his arms up. he was hesitant to do it, but he managed to have it to smoothly wrap it around his husband's waist.

he could feel how tense the younger's body is, but that didn't convince him to pull away. ❝how about now, do you still want to stabby, stab, stab me?❞

it was until now that he said it made kun realize how childish that term is for someone old like him— or even if he's young at heart and mind, he's still technically old. however, that thought didn't last long as it had just processed to his head that this man is back hugging him. sure, they cuddled last night, and yeah, he was being clingy to the older, but seeing him do the first move in showing affection made his heart just run thousands of laps in a marathon. his tummy was being fuzzy and he doesn't know if it's because of hunger, or it's because of how domestic they look.

it's probably the last one.

❝d-do you..❞ cursing inside his head, kun couldn't stop himself from being a blushing mess as he felt his back being pressed to the man's chest.

humming in response, hansol wasn't rushing him in to quickly saying his sentence as he knew he was slowly composing himself. ❝hm?❞

❝do you do this with your husband often?❞ he finally got to ask, continuing to make their breakfast in hopes to distract himself from looking like a tomato.

❝do what?❞ but instead of him being distracted, it's hansol who could feeling himself starving as he could now guess what kind of meal the younger would make.

❝this, pulling him close, having him in your arms,❞ puffing his cheeks, kun can't seem to focus, making their breakfast as this man right here is just a walking disturbance. ❝being a distraction.❞

❝being a—❞ that last part sure did make hansol laugh, his chuckle flustering the younger who's just doing his job in the kitchen. now having an ease atmosphere between them, his playful side came out and thought to twist some things up between them. ❝so, i'm a distraction, huh?❞

a quiet yelp escaped from kun's mouth as the arms around his waist were tightened, he was trying his very best to silence his heartbeat that's at uncontrollable pace. ❝ji hansol!❞

❝what?❞ it's as if he isn't doing anything. when in fact, he is climbing his way up to this young qian kun's heart. ❝you were asking if this is what i do with my husband.❞

closing his eyes, the chinese was taking deep breaths in to prevent himself from passing out at how intimate the two of them are. ❝i swear, you might have a gun, but i have a knife here with me, and i'm not afraid to use it!❞

❝why are you so violent today?❞ sighing, hansol was forced to back away as he still treasures his life. ❝i can't believe you woke up and chose violence.❞

it's funny how someone so dangerous, someone who's not frightened to get shot at, someone who has bailed out of jail once or twice— is scared of his husband who's threatening him with a knife, alongside with an obvious blush on his cheeks.

now having a fair distance between them, kun was starting to get uneasy all of a sudden. not because of how he could feel the man's stare behind his back, but because of the touch that's no longer there. it only lasted for a couple of minutes, or seconds, but he was starting to long for it. he may or may not be guilty for pushing the taller away. it's not because he didn't like him around, it's the opposite to that, but he just panicked at the unanticipated affection he's receiving from him.

and talk about mood swings, he suddenly is asking him back. ❝why did you move away?❞

which caused for hansol to have a puzzled expression from it, ❝you ask me? if someone threatens you with a knife, would you provoke them?❞

❝i-i'm sorry..❞ with a quiet and soft voice, there was no way kun would apologize, but he knew he had to. ❝you were teasing me and i found it uncomfortable.❞

hansol knew he had to be strong for himself, he had to train himself not to give in to his husband's pout— but in the chinese's words, he is a weak old geezer. and if it were for ten lee to phrase that in to something they would all understand, it's just him being a simp to qian kun.

who could blame him, though? imagine having a husband so perfect. well, hansol knew he doesn't need to imagine, he already has a whole qian kun there, waiting to be in his arms back again.

not wasting this opportunity, he did walk back to the pouting chinese and wrapped his arms around his waist. this time, he was being gently and casual, not the kind where he's teasing him. to top it off, he put his chin down on to his husband's shoulder as he watched him mix the ingredients for their breakfast.

and honestly, this is better. kun can't help but admit that his future self is indeed living a life. he's kind of jealous of his own self. ❝you still didn't answer my question.❞

❝what question?❞ hansol mumbled, closing his eyes as he was it finding it too comfortable in that position.

❝if this is how you really do to the future kun.❞ being snuggly with the atmosphere between them, the chinese continued on to cooking even when he could already feel the man burying his face on to the crook of his neck. ❝hug him like this in the morning, cuddle with him at night.❞

❝you're my husband,❞ mumbling that, hansol's warm breath ghosted over the younger's skin. ❝i have to shower you with affection.❞

that put a smile on his face, satisfied with the answer he had gotten from him. as he was busy cooking with a bright mood on, kun was once again startled by how he could now start feeling soft kisses on his nape, and making it wander to his shoulder. normally, he would have reacted for going beyond the boundaries of what they had agreed on with the touches. but somehow, the younger was liking it, his silence urging for the man to continue.

❝hm.. mm..❞ being fond of it too much that he was letting out sensual noises just with the kisses and the touch of the man's hand that's going under his shirt.

trailing his kisses up, hansol had already lost himself in his husband's voice, poking his tongue out at the spot where he knew it was his man's weakness— behind his ear.

kun was still in the middle of cooking for their breakfast for god's sake, but that seems to be forgotten now. ❝h-hansol..❞

❝hm?❞ a hum was all he could muster up as he was too immersed in pleasing his lover more.

and as for kun, he had already put all his thoughts astray and just have his full attention on the man that's planting kisses on his jaw, making him throw his head back so he could give him more space for it.

it came to the point that he almost had suggested, ❝bedroom—❞

if it weren't just for a phone by the kitchen island, ringing.

that snapped the both of them real quiz, eyes widened as to what was supposed to happen and where this was leading to. being the first one to budge, hansol removed his arms from the younger's waist and took a step back with his hands over his chest, as if he was surrendering to the heavens that's watching them almost do it in the kitchen. meanwhile, kun chopping the vegetables intensified, doing them real quick before going to the next step on to making the dish.

the two were being silent, choosing to act like that just didn't happen. hansol wanted to pretend that he just didn't give his own husband a hickey and will just reason it out as a mosquito bite, and kun is going to do commit forget at the fact that he almost asked for the two of them to continue such deed at the bedroom.

but unfortunately, hansol knew he had to talk to him after seeing whose call was missed and who messaged his husband, disturbing what they had just a minute ago. clearing his throat, he folded his arms across his chest as he leaned back to the kitchen island. ❝kid, your boss is asking where you are right now.❞

that put a halt to the younger's cooking, ❝boss?❞

❝yeah, he wanted to know if you're reporting to work today.❞ hansol continued.

it took kun a good minute to turn around with the look of horror. ❝i have a job!?❞

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❝no, no, no,❞ mourning on his seat, kun buried his face down on to the palm of his hands. ❝i can't do this.❞

❝ten literally told you first thing when meeting you, you're a bigtime journalist.❞ maneuvering the car to the right, hansol was seeing a familiar building that reminded him to park right in front of it and drop his husband off to work, before going back to his son's school and check up on him.

❝yeah, but he also included about flying planes, doing make up—❞ lifting his head up, he turned to face the composed man. ❝he lied about it, right?❞

❝hm, let me see.. no.❞ he couldn't blame the younger for thinking that it was all a joke. if he were also to travel to the future and know that he achieved a lot of things, he would also find a hard time believing about it. ❝at the age of two, that was the first time sian had been inside a plane, and you were the one piloting it.❞

❝oh my god,❞ kun can't help but curse internally at the situation he is in. ❝being successful is going to be the death of me.❞

seeing him react that way made hansol smile, finding it adorable, but at the same time, worried as to how he is going to handle this. the only time he would like to help him, he couldn't. ❝we're here.❞

❝no!❞ the chinese exclaimed, slumping down to his seat with a whine. ❝stop, rewind, turn back the fucking time, please.❞

❝relax, it's just the start of a new year,❞ putting the vehicle to a stop as soon as they were already in front of the building, hansol continued. ❝i don't think you will be assigned in to doing something important. just go straight to your office and act like you're busy. lock the door in doing so, that would prevent the people from talking to you as they will think that you're too busy to assist their concerns. if you get called in a meeting, go and attend so that they won't get too suspicious.❞

his advices were causing for kun's jaw to drop, knowing that he won't be able to put all of that in mind. ❝i won't even know what they will be talking about!❞

❝exactly, so you just have to stay quiet at the corner of the room.❞ hansol told him like it's no big deal, and it's some easy task to do.

❝wouldn't they find that strange, though?❞ kun asked, having a brow raised.

❝they would, especially when you're their most participative employee in the agency.❞ the man said, but continued on with a playful smirk. ❝but you can always lie to them and reason me out.❞

that confused the chinese more when he's still catching up with what he has to do. ❝how do i use you as a reason?❞

❝something like,❞ this is ji hansol being talked about, and since he was growing comfortable with the company he's having, he had to make a joke. ❝you screamed too loud for my name last night that you lost your voice.❞

a dirty one, that is.

not taking him seriously, kun clicked his tongue and put force in nudging the male, earning a groan in pain from him. ❝honestly, ji hansol, can't you be more serious?❞

❝i already gave you everything i can think off just so you can survive for the day, because your boss won't let you stay at home.❞ hansol hissed at how his lover is always choosing violence on him.

❝how about you just tag along with me?❞ kun started to beg, desperate for his miserable situation right now. ❝i'm your husband, right? you must know at least a thing or two on what my job is all about.❞

❝i would love to,❞ the smile on his face gave the younger hope, but only to break it to pieces with a bored frown coming in next second. ❝but i can't.❞

❝what do you mean you can't?❞ kun was stressing out and at the same time, being nervous for his own self. ❝you're my husband, i can just excuse you inside!❞

❝it's not a question if you're married to me or not,❞ looking away, it seems like hansol is hiding something from him as he was avoiding his gaze. ❝it's what happened to us inside that building, specifically your office.❞

❝did you set the building on fire in the past?❞ that was just a wild guess, being far from what really did happen.

❝i'm basically banned there,❞ hansol told him, ❝just because they caught us making out inside your office.❞

and to think kun vowed to himself that he won't ever show a blush on his cheeks again after the incident in the kitchen, but here he is, being a tomato mess once more. ❝jesus, how wild are we? we really have to keep our hands to ourselves.❞

❝don't blame it on me, you're the one who challenged me that i can't kiss you in your office because your boss is just right behind the door.❞ he wished he lied, but that really is what happened. this time, it wasn't hansol who initiated it, but his husband.

❝what have i become?❞ for a moment there, kun almost felt his soul coming out from his body. ❝does that mean i'll have to do this alone?❞

❝unless you want to disturb your friends as they are also busy with their own jobs.❞ hansol said, making him feel guilty in advance if he does that.

taking a deep breath in, the chinese heaved out a long sigh. ❝fine, but someone finds out about what happened to me, this is all on you.❞

taking his phone one, the man waved it at him. ❝no, you'll have to call me and i'll be immediately here to take you away.❞

❝that is so romantic of you, romeo.❞ rolling his eyes, kun turned his head to the side and saw workers getting inside the building, making him start shaking in nervousness on his place.

❝i'm serious, you have to do that to avoid more people getting involved in this,❞ leaning to his lover's side, he opened the door for him. ❝alright, snow white, you may now take your leave.❞

kun groaned at that nickname the older got for him, huffing as he was moving his way out of the car. but before completely leaving, he remembered something that his thai male would always tease about. that caused him to stay still on his seat for a while, making the man raise a brow at how he wasn't moving.

❝if you're that nervous, i can ask your boss to give you a day off today and we can—❞ hansol was cut off, widening his eyes at a pair of something so soft touching his cheek.

kun had to quickly give him a peck on his cheek, ❝thank you for dropping me off.❞ before leaving and not bothering to look back or else he'd get caught turning red.

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