following from behind, kun would not stop bombarding him with questions and pressuring the man to answer all of them. ❝what was that?❞

it's getting annoying to the point that he wants to tape his mouth. but being committed to someone, he had acquired this new trait called patience. hopefully, it will last him till he gets to have his deserved rest. and so, hansol just silenced his own self and continued on walking from the stoned pathway at the front yard towards their front door, fumbling his hands inside his pockets to find his keys.

but that didn't stop the chinese from pestering him into explaining, ❝ji hansol, if i ask you a question, it would best to be decent and answer it.❞

and there comes the authority, which has been always there since he was young. sure, this is one of the many things that made hansol fall in love with him. he could tell that his husband is knowing his worth, and it putting everyone in their places. but right now, it's pissing him off. they had just been in a life-threatening situation a while ago, and he almost had both of them injured from it, give him a break for god's sake.

❝why was my girlfriend's father there, and why does he look like the complete opposite of how i last met him?❞ kun stood there for a while, pondering back with his fresh memories. ❝i could have sworn, he is the most nicest man and the best father anyone can ask for.❞

finally getting to the porch, hansol took the front keys out with his eyes rolled. ❝stop treating her like your present, she's your ex.❞

❝well, at least we had something, she's my past.❞ the chinese is not stopping, provoking the man more.

which, he did snap. ❝and i'm your future, i'm your now!❞

the two of them locked gazes, with kun flinching at how the man raised his voice at him like that, and hansol huffing in how he wasn't able to control his temper. running a hand through his hair, he heaved out a long sigh before being the first one to look away just so he can open the door. but no, the younger male just had to irritate him more than how he already is right now.

❝kid, move-❞ he didn't get to finished his warning when the shorter had to use the card.

the card he vowed not to use, which consist of pleading eyes and a pout. ❝baba, you really won't tell me?❞

hansol widened his eyes, for a moment there, he was near to giving in. not because of hearing him use their endearment, but because of how this reminded him of his own husband that would always act like this whenever he wants something from him. and this made him grit his teeth, putting himself in pain by missing the person he lived his life with, the person he vowed to be with till death do them apart, and the person he isn't afraid of showing to the world that he loves him.

at this second, this is not that person, and that's what annoyed him. yet, he can't help but be reminded that this is the person he fell in love with, and this is the person he will surely grow old with.

❝why were they chasing us?❞ kun began to shoot him with questions, taking this opportunity of him being silent. ❝and why do they even have g-guns? not just them, but you also have-❞

leaning down, hansol didn't hesitate to have their lips pressed to one another just so he could finally shut him up from asking so many questions instead of being grateful that they still managed to get out of there alive.

also, he may or may have not kissed him for the sake of just wanting to feel his husband's lips.

having one arm wrapped around the shorter's waist, hansol began to move his lips as he was the one who initiated the kiss. but then, he remembered this young qian kun telling him that he doesn't even know how to make out to begin with. and this just proves it, because he was just standing stiff there with eyes closed and hands on the man's chest. he didn't push away, so the consent of letting him continue leading on with the kiss was there.

but the man had to pull away, leaving kun breathless after seconds of them colliding their lips. although it made him confused, the chinese still became a blushing mess because of it. ❝w-why did you kiss me?❞

the question made hansol scoff, removing his arm from the male's waist. ❝that wasn't a kiss.❞

with brows furrowed, it made kun lift his head up and look at him. they touched lips, isn't that considered one? ❝what?❞

hansol just had to have a different meaning to that certain affection, and he even has a smirk as he said it to the younger. ❝a kiss isn't a kiss without a tongue.❞

that caused for all of kun's insides to tingle, also panicking at what he just heard. leaning back with his back pressed to the door, he was taken aback to see the taller move close to him once more, making him use his hands to put strength in pushing him away. though, he wasn't really meaning to do it as a very microscopic part of him would like to find out what he meant that statement.

❝a-are we going to kiss again?❞ however, he had to make sure of what's going to happen next. ❝like i t-told you, i don't know how make out. s-so, maybe i won't be able to-❞

whispering huskily, hansol had no idea the effect he had made with that. ❝kun,❞

biting his bottom lip, kun only managed to look at him in the eye for a good second before looking away with his cheeks blooming red. ❝h-hm?❞

nearing close, hansol went for his ear and had his warm breath ghosting over it. ❝you're blocking the door.❞

heart pounding like a maniac on his chest, ❝o-oh.. sorry.❞ kun gently pushed the man away, enough to give him space to leave and wait by his side.

his shy and embarrassed action undeniably made the corner of hansol's lips to curve up. although, he was too tired to take advantage of this moment and tease him more. as long as he succeeded in shutting him up then that's all there is to worry about. but what made him have to hide that smile is how he felt his husband's hand holding on to the hem of his shirt. the latter may not be able to realize this yet, and even his future self won't listen to him about this trait of his, but he tends to hold on to him whenever he's embarrassed or shy.

shaking his head, hansol shouldn't be thinking of this. it'll just make him miss his husband more than he already is. focusing on pushing the door open, the man went to switch the lights on and was caught off guard by seeing their little boy on the sofa, taking a nap with a large fairytale book he is hugging.

❝god,❞ he immediately rushed to his son and crouched down right in front of him, running a hand on his soft strand. ❝sian, big boy, wake up.❞

the child stirred from his sleep and had his eyes fluttered open, his lips curving to a smile when the first thing he saw is his father. he might still be sleepy, but he happily greeted him. ❝dada, you're back!❞

as much as hansol was welcomed by it, he still is concerned as to why their little boy is staying at the living room. ❝hey, where's uncle xiao? you should be sleeping with him.❞

❝he's sleeping in my room,❞ in boy answered him, sitting up from the sofa while still hugging the large book he has been clinging on. ❝dada, i can't sleep. that's why i'm waiting for you and mama to arrive because mama always reads me stories!❞

having a sad frown upon hearing that, hansol turned his head to the side and stared at the chinese who just stood there, not knowing what to do. their son followed as to where the man is looking at and cheered happily when he saw his other father also being present. it was as if he had totally forgotten what had happened this morning, and who's the reason why he cried. huffing, sian hopped down the sofa and waddled his way to his other father with a bright smile on his face.

❝mama, can you read me this story?❞ he asked, lifting it up while he also tiptoed. ❝it's lion king, and jiro ge gave it to me. he told me that it's a great book!❞

kun spaced out as he didn't know whether to actually do that. he is still in the middle of knowing what the hell is going on, but the way the kid's eyes glittered as they stared at him with pure joy, the way his smile was so bright and that dimple he had reminded him of his own dimple. all those, it's making him take consideration, just for this kid. his kid, to be exact. ❝w-well-❞

but hansol was quick to cut him off and carry their son up. ❝how about dada will read you the book this time? mama is not feeling well.❞

showing him a pout, the boy sulked in his father's arms. ❝but dada, you always kill the characters in the story.❞

❝hey, that was one time.❞ hansol let out a nervous chuckle, booping their noses together. ❝and in the next story, they actually did die.❞

❝you were just mad because mama didn't give you kisses that day.❞ the little boy then started to expose him.

giving him the sweetest (threatening) smile he could muster, hansol continued to laugh at him in hopes to cover that up. ❝sian, let's not go there.❞

observing the two, kun can't help but stare at how happy the two are. if he were to think about it, his future is quite blessed. scratching away the fact that there are people with guns after them, he is fortunate enough to have a wholesome household. he married a man who loves him with all his heart, and they have a child who needs to be protected at all times. honestly, the young kun would have appreciated this, but being overwhelmed with how he managed to get here is taking over his mind.

but if you ask him, he's quite proud of his own self for achieving all of this.

❝and you know what makes their story different?❞ storytelling isn't hansol's forte, but for the sake of their child, he had to force himself with those accent and tone that only his husband can pull off perfectly. ❝the simba in the book doesn't need his nala, because he is happy with his pudu.❞

drowsing off back to sleep, the little boy still managed to nod his head and pay attention till it ends as he didn't want to waste his father's efforts in using his time to tell him a story.

closing the book, which hansol still has to question to the park family as to why their eldest has the audacity to give such rated story to his child, he happily announced. ❝and they lived happily ever after, the end.❞

he had to change some terms and even skip some of the parts to save his son's innocence. nonetheless, he succeeded in putting the boy to sleep. placing the book down on the desk, hansol then stared at their little boy snoring soundly, clinging to his uncle xiao who's deep asleep right beside him. with a smile on his face, he didn't forget to place a soft kiss on top of his head and switch off the moon lamp so the two can peacefully sleep for the night. he carefully made his way to the door and had to slowly open it because of the loud creak it is making.

though, the figure standing right behind the door almost made him jump from his place and let out a shriek. clicking his tongue, hansol quickly got out of the room and confronted the chinese that possibly has been standing there for quite a while now. ❝why are you still here?❞

but the first question kun had said almost, almost¸ convinced the man in some type of way. ❝is sian asleep.❞

❝yeah,❞ hansol walked down the hallways with a stressful sigh. ❝remind me to visit the park jisung tomorrow, we need to talk.❞

kun obediently nodded his head, trailing from behind as he looked like a lost kid. although, it took him aback when he saw the man going to a different corner rather than heading towards their room. ❝h-hansol, where are you going?❞

❝to the living room.❞ the man simply answered with a yawn, planning to pass out the moment he gets to lay down on the sofa.

❝but i thought our room is right over there?❞ kun pointed a finger at the door by the end of the hallway.

❝i'll give you some privacy, wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.❞ hansol said, not bothering to turn around and face him. ❝after all, you did say you'd rather be homeless than share a bed with someone who's a hundred years older than you.❞

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not even going to deny it, the way he sounded hurt bothered kun for the whole night. he did get enough sleep, but it's also haunting him there. it even caused him to wake up earlier than his usual time in the morning, seeing how lonely and empty the space is right next to him.

he has just been staring at the vacant spot on the bed for quite a while now- probably for a good thirty minutes already. it was a new day, and that proved him that this isn't just a dream. he is still living in this world, and he is now feeling guilty of what he had said to the man which is supposed to be his husband. yeah, he was surprised and disturbed at how he suddenly woke up getting married and having a kid, but it wasn't a proper excuse to treat hansol that way. kun could tell that the man was even trying his best to understand his side of his situation. meanwhile, instead of doing the same, he let his immaturity get the best of him and say things that hurt him. he can't fathom at how extremely apologetic he is for his actions and mean words.

"sian, what are you doing?"

"i'm going to surprise mama!"

"no, baby, let's leave mama alone, hm? come, how about you help dada make breakfast?"

snapping out from his pile of regretful thoughts, kun heard familiar voices outside of the room that made him sit up on the bed. his hair was messy and he was still in the pajamas, which guessed that he owns, yet, he didn't bother changing as he just immediately got out of the room. he took light steps down the hallways and then went to the living room. he then heard their voices again at the kitchen, which is where his feet is bringing him to.

❝dada, you're so bad at cooking!❞ the little boy commented with a wheeze, watching his father struggle.

hansol clicked his tongue at how that was the remark he got from his son. ❝hey, it's because i'm carrying you in my arms, okay?❞

❝but mama can also carry me and cook at the same time!❞ sian really is proud flexing his other father, ❝i even heard mama say that you and uncle simba can be great friends.❞

scoffing, hansol was letting himself get used to working with just one hand. ❝we already are-❞

❝because you two can't cook fried eggs very well.❞ the boy continued just to destroy his father.

that made hansol's jaw drop, not expecting that he raised someone so savage. he was ready to come at him, but before he could even say a word, a laugh was heard coming from the doorway that separated the kitchen and the living room. with the kid being excited to see his other father in the morning, he's already squirming in the man's arms until he was being placed down just so he can run towards the laughing chinese.

❝mama!❞ the boy's voice was filled with joy as he approached him with arms wide open. ❝how was your sleep?❞

crouching down with a chuckle, kun took this opportunity to admire the child's face. he could see then he has the man's eyes, and that was already his favorite. it took him a while to answer, but nonetheless, he was slowly starting to adjust. ❝sian, good morning.❞

being all giddy and loud this early in the morning, the little boy went to pamper his own father soft pecks on his face. ❝dada told me that you are not feeling well, you should rest a lot, okay?❞

❝will do, baby.❞ kun has honestly never felt this way before. it's not like he hates kids, but he's neither a big fan of them. however, this one right here is making his way to being special in his heart, and it maybe is because it's his child. ❝how about you go watch movies at the living room, i will make breakfast with han- w-with dada.❞

he almost made a slip there, but fortunately, the kid didn't notice. ❝you should! i don't want dada to burn the house like what taeho hyung did to theirs.❞

kun had no idea who on earth he just mentioned, but he went on with his act and just nodded his head. he then stood up upon watching his little boy run out of the kitchen, facing the man who is standing there with a spatula in hand.

with a dimpled smile, he walked over to him and giggled after taking the utensil. ❝why are you using spatula in making soup?❞

meanwhile, hansol was still awestruck with hope as he stared at his husband who's acting different from yesterday. could it be? ❝kid?❞

with widened eyes, kun guiltily looked away, lifting his hand up to rub his nape in a nervous manner. ❝g-good morning, hansol.❞

and in just a matter of seconds, the small hope left in him was crumpled like that. hansol actually thought that he got his husband back, but no. ❝oh, it's still you.❞

❝y-yep,❞ kun began to shake his head as he wanted to stop stuttering and sounding uneasy when he's around. ❝did dejun leave already?❞

it's a surprise to see that he's slowly starting to memorize the people he has been associating himself with. ❝yeah, as expected, hendery called early in the morning and is looking for where he is.❞

once again shrugging at that new name he is hearing, kun wanted to ease the tension between them in a way of making breakfast for his family. ❝so,❞ he clasped his hands with a bright smile which their little boy inherited. ❝what would you guys want to eat?❞

hansol knew that even without him answering, the chinese would still know what to make for them. he's just standing there by the kitchen island with his arms folded across his chest, eyeing his husband's movements. it felt like another usual day, and if it weren't because of the fact that this is the young kun he is facing right now, he would have went to back hug him and shower his husband with attention as he cooks for them.

early in the morning and they'll be so sweet, even ten would cringe at how greasy the two are.

but enough thinking of that possibility of happening again, because hansol could guess that it won't be happening for a while. ❝kun, can i ask you a favor?❞

busy with being the god of the kitchen, the chinese still managed to hum an answer. ❝what is it?❞

❝it's about sian,❞ hansol started, seeing how the latter's body stiffened at the mention of their love child. ❝i know this is too much for you to handle, and i know you're still not yet ready to accept what's going on, but for his sake, can you pretend like how my husband would around him?❞

kun didn't know why, but he could feel his chest clenching at how he was referring him as someone different from his husband, when technically, it's still him, but having a younger mindset.

❝if possible, i don't want him to know what's going on.❞ by now, he is begging. his son means a lot to him, and he would do anything just to make him happy. ❝you can ruin any relationship you have with the people you don't know here, heck, you can even ruin ours, but please don't ruin what you have with sian.❞

the guilt from last night then got to him, making him get back to feeling bad and being regretful for what he had done. but today is a new day, and he's slowly trying to adjust to the new environment. kun knows that he doesn't belong here, but he'll try to. ❝don't worry, i won't go far to breaking up relationships with people, and especially ours because we're married and i chose to love you till death do us apart.❞

that relieved hansol a bunch, knowing that his marriage with the most perfect man that has ever lived is saved. ❝and sian?❞

❝he looks seems like a good boy,❞ and kun has grown a soft spot for the kid. ❝i can be his mama, the ji-qian kun whom god knows where he is right now.❞

that problem is set aside. now, hansol just has to think of a way on how he can keep the chinese out from the dirty work he is in. what happened last night, he didn't want to happen again.

❝hansol, can i also ask you a favor?❞ kun then went back to focusing on making their breakfast.

blinking his eyes in a clueless manner, the man raised a brow out of curiosity. ❝what is it?❞

kun let his back face the male as he was trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. ❝can you sleep with me in our room every night? don't leave me alone in bed again.❞

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