"Oh really? Well that's a disappointment," San said with fake disappointment on his face and in his voice. 

"Yeah. So you can either leave or just take the one fish you can afford."

"Wait, can we see the other fishes and their prices?" San asked, a small amount of fake hope on his face.

San had to admit, it was entertaining to play along. Wooyoung hadn't caught on to what was happening at first but after analyzing, he realized and was deeply amused but played along and showed fake disappointment as well.

"Ha! Trust me, you probably wouldn't be able to buy them but I'll show you anyway so you can see."

The girl walked into a small room beside the counter and San looked at Wooyoung with a smirk.

"I wasn't planning on buying any fishes, never-the-less expensive fishes, but I'll do it out of spite," San whispered.

Wooyoung giggled and gently swatted San's shoulder. The girl returned with a book in hand and proudly displayed the fishes and their ridiculous prices.

San pretended to be mortified by the prices but it wasn't hard considering that they were actually quite pricey. Three hundred? Seven hundred? Thousand five hundred? The fuck? What kind of fishes were they? Were they made of pure gold? 

San nearly dropped his plan but he didnt want the girl filled with satisfaction with the thought that he was too broke to afford a stupid fish.

"Dear Hesus," San whispered.

"I told you they were expensive."

San ignored her and turned to look at Wooyoung, quickly winking before turning back.

"Well in that case I'll take three angelfish," San said, the girl scoffing and rolling her eyes.

"Of course you want those."

She quickly caught the fish and placed them in a container before ringing up the price.

"That'll be twelve dollars."

San pulled out a twenty and put away his change before looking at the expensive fishes again.

"And I'll take three of these expensive ass fishes."

"That's not funny," the girl glared. 

"I'm not joking. I want two of the ones that cost one-five and one that costs seven hundred."

The girl glared at him, not moving.

"Just get out. I don't have time to mess around like that. I know you can't afford it so leave."

"Either ring up the fucking fishes or I’ll get you fired," San seethed.

He cringed internally at the threat but decided it was the quickest thing to get her moving. He didn't care. How dare the little bitch want to assume things about THE Choi San?

"Is there a problem here?" A woman asked, stepping out from a back room, hearing commotion.

"Yes. This worker here doesn’t wanna ring up the stupid fishes that I just asked for," San complained.

The woman turned to face the employee and glared at her.

"Why aren't you ringing up San-ah's request?"

San's eyes widened in surprise not knowing who the woman was and the fact that she knew his name. Yongbok was oblivious to the problem and stared with an open mouth at the fish that swam in the tanks.

"Because he clearly can't afford them. Look at the way they’re dressed. Which wealthy person dresses like that?"

The woman calmly stepped to the register and rang up the fish, San having to repeat his order.

"That'll be-"

"And I want a big ass tank," San added in, just remembering that he needed somewhere to keep them until the official fishes he wanted came in two weeks time.

"Well then the total is five thousand seven hundred."

"Just watch him say he was just kidding and can't afford it," the girl muttered.

San pulled out his black card slowly handing it to the woman while keeping his eyes fixed on the girl. Her eyes bulging out comically and glancing rapidly between San's face and the card.

"You know, you look just like my type," the girl purred, getting closer to San after he had punched in his pin and received the receipt.

He was going to pick the fish and tank up the next day since he had no way to carry them at the moment.

"Oh really? Well, you know what my type is?" San asked, leaning towards her. 

"Tell me," she whispered, twirling her bright red hair in her fingers.

"Someone smaller than me, younger than me, dyed hair, adorable, hard-working, passionate about what they do, great with kids, and just absolutely stunning."

San purposely used those words as a description, knowing they could fit the girl as well but they especially described a specific someone.

The girl blushed and Wooyoung held in a snort. San was holding the youngers hand behind his back as a form of reassurance and gently squeezed his fingers after each word of description.

"Oh yeah? I fit that quite well, don't I?" she asked, leaning even closer to San.

San immediately stood up and snorted.

"Not even close but this gorgeous person does," San replied, lifting Wooyoung's hand that he held. "Let's go home, baby."

San kissed Wooyoung's cheek and pulled him towards the door.

"Sweetie we're going now," Wooyoung said to Yongbok who skipped towards the two who were waiting for him at the door.

San enjoyed watching the girl’s facial expressions as he waited for his son to arrive by his side and he smirked before pushing the door open.

"I'll make sure to deal with her," the woman called out as San walked out of the store.

San simply nodded and smiled, wrapping his arm around Wooyoung's waist and his other hand holding onto Yongbok. Wooyoung holding the three angel fishes San had first bought.

"Did you see her face?" San laughed, turning his head to rub his nose on Wooyoung's cheek. "Priceless. Should teach her to not judge people."

"Yeah, that was hilarious. But how did the woman know your name?"

San remained quiet for a while and tried to figure out how she knew him. 

Maybe she had purchased something large from the company and had to personally deal with him to make sure the transactions went correct. Or maybe she had seen him around and ended up learning his name. 

But then he remembered how.

"Oh Hesus, I now remember."

"Will you tell me?" Wooyoung asked, eager to know why.

"Yeah, she's the mother of a person that desperately wanted to date me and even introduced me to all of his family but I really didn't want to get involved with him so I left his ass."

Wooyoung remained quiet and just snuggled closer to San as they walked back to the vehicle. He was glad San gave him a chance and didn't leave his ass as well even though he had given the taller warnings that he wouldn't be able to provide each and everything he would want.

"Sannie?"

"Yes baby?"

"I like you alot."

San smiled fondly at Wooyoung and kissed his temple.

"I like you too but that was random. Any specific reason why?"

"I just like you and I'm glad you gave me a chance, that's all. You could have chosen from anyone else in the world but you ended up choosing me and I just find that incredible," Wooyoung shrugged, tightening his hold on the fishes.

"And I'd choose you over and over again."

Wooyoung giggled at the cheesy words. They reached the vehicle quickly and San helped Yongbok in the vehicle, placing the fish in between the child's legs and then helped Wooyoung in the vehicle who just laughed at San's cute gestures. 

Wooyoung stared at San while he drove, admiring his side profile. A sudden idea popped into his head and he smirked to himself. The younger reached out and grabbed San's hand, interlacing their fingers and kissing the back of his hand.

"Have you ever dyed your hair?" Wooyoung asked, rubbing his cheek on San's hand.

"No. Never really thought of doing it."

"You wanna?"

"Do you not like my natural hair?" San asked, pouting.

"Silly," Wooyoung laughed, "Of course I do but I was just wondering if you wanted to try something new."

"Depends. What colour would I be getting?" San asked, glancing at Wooyoung for a few seconds before focusing on the road.

"How about purple?" Wooyoung said, whispering the colour.

"Purple?"

"Yeah, I think it would look ni- HOLY SHIT DID YOU JUST DRIVE OVER THAT KITTY?!"

Wooyoung felt his heartbeat accelerate and his chest tighten. Did his boyfriend really drive over the kitty? Hesus fuck. He didn't have the willpower to turn around in his seat and check and so he remained with his eyes glued to the front. His hand had tightened in San's one and San swore he felt a finger pop out of place.

"No, don't worry baby. That was just a DRAWING of a cat on the road. Yeah, I drove over it but it's okay, it wasn't real."

Lies. He really did drive over a cat accidentally but he had to keep his boyfriend calm.

"Oh okay."

Wooyoung settled back into the seat staring out the window while absentmindedly placing more small kisses on the back of San's larger hand. 

"Daddy, will you colour your hair purple?" Yongbok asked from the back seat, the lid removed from the container and his hand stuck into the fish water.

"Exactly, Sannie! Will you?"

Wooyoung and Yongbok were excited and waited for his response filled with anticipation. How could he say no to his two favourite people ever?

"Fine but I demand a back rub and kisses, got it?"

"YUP!" both of them exclaimed. 

"Well I guess we need to find a salon," San mumbled, heading in the direction where he knew he once spotted several.

._._.

"Your hair is so pretty, Daddy!" Yongbok squealed, bouncing beside San who was still sitting on the salon chair.

He was nearly done but the stylist was putting something in his hair so that it wouldn't damage.

"You think?"

"Yup! It's soooo pretty! Can I colour my hair?"

San laughed and patted Yongbok's arm.

"Maybe when you're older. You're still small so you gotta wait."

Yongbok pouted and clung onto Wooyoung's leg with his left arm.

"Daddy Woo? Daddy says I'm not allowed to colour my hair, please say I can," Yongbok begged with sparkles of plea in his eyes.

San raised a brow in surprise. Yongbok had never seeked someone else to give him permission for something once he was told no. Seemed as if Yongbok was seriously starting to consider Wooyoung as an actual parent that he needed permission from as well.

"Sweetie, your dad said no, so wouldn't that mean no? I can't give you permission to do something like that. Maybe the best we can do is get you hair chalks so you can colour it any colour," Wooyoung comforted, placing his hand on the child's cheek and rubbing his thumb where it was placed.

"Any colour? Will it stay forever?"

"Oh no, it will wash out once you take a bath but then you can colour it again."

Yongbok stared up at Wooyoung in awe.

"I can colour it every day?"

"Yup. But you have to ask your dad for permission."

Yongbok spun on his heel and faced his father with wide eyes. He didn't even ask the question again because he knew his father had heard everything.

"Can I? Please!?"

San sighed. Yongbok and Wooyoung were going to be the death of him if he agreed to everything they wanted.

"Go ask the person at the counter if they have hair chalks and if they do, then you can."

San had hardly finished speaking and the child was already speed walking to the counter. He didn't run, fearing his fractured arm would hit against something and he would end up crying in the store.

"I'm sorry," Wooyoung whispered, grabbing San's hand.

"For what?"

"For always managing to let Yongbok get his ways with you."

"It’s okay. If I didn't like the idea I would have said no but I saw no harm," San explained, kissing the back of Wooyoung's hand. 

The hairstylist smiled fondly at the two and couldn't help but speak up.

"You guys are adorable," he said, slapping on some kind of cream to San's scalp.

"Aww thank you!" Wooyoung said, smiling at him.

"You been together long?"

San and Wooyoung glanced at each other for a second and laughed. 

"We've known each other for around two months but we started dating yesterday."

The stylist raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Less than twenty-four hours? Damn. So who's the child for?"

San raised his hand to indicate Yongbok was his and the stylist let out a low whistle.

"You guys have been quite close, haven't you? The little guy already sees shortie over here as his dad."

Wooyoung didn't know if he was supposed to be offended or smile. Shortie? He wasn't THAT short. Well maybe he was, but shortie? Really?

"Funny story really, my son started calling him 'Daddy' the same day we met so I think he was just hinting since the beginning that he wanted us together," San replied, shrugging.

The stylist let out a laugh and ran his gloved fingers through San's hair to ensure the substance evenly spread. He thought it was adorable of the child. He himself hoped that his fiancé would want one but he was certain he would agree considering his fiancé was a first-grade teacher.

"Daddy! They had! And I chose the purple and blue and red and green ones!" Yongbok exclaimed, jumping in his spot. 

"That's great."

Yongbok proudly held up his packs of hair chalks with one hand to show Wooyung who smiled fondly at him.

"They're gonna look lovely on your hair, sweetie."

The stylist made San lean back to rest his head under a faucet and Yongbok watched intently. It was silent for a while until Yongbok began giggling.

"Wanna tell me the joke?" Wooyoung asked the child.

"There's no joke. I just know who the man colouring Daddy's hair is."

"Oh? You do?"

"Yup! He sometimes visits Mr. Apple at school."

"Mr. Apple?" San asked, puzzled.

The stylist chuckled at that and explained.

"I believe my fiancé is your son's teacher and they call him Mr. Apple because he enjoys demonstrating the way he can break apples in half while singing."

"Oh? That's interesting. So Jongho is your fiancé?" San inquired.

"Yup, that'd be my babe. The name's Yeosang by the way."

"I’m San and shortie right here is Wooyoung and he's my babe."

Yeosang laughed and began drying San's hair with a towel while Wooyoung rolled his eyes at the introduction.

They were done and San paid for everything, making sure to thank Yeosang before leaving. They agreed to take Wooyoung straight home and San gave his boyfriend the extra plate of food he had ordered at the restaurant to make sure he’d have something to eat. 

Giving the shorter a kiss on his forehead and tip of his nose, San bid him farewell and headed home. The feeling of happiness consuming him.

Hesus fuck he was happy. So damn happy and there was nothing that could ruin it.