The two awoke the next morning to a weight settling between them. Wooyoung slowly opened his eyes to find Yongbok between San and himself, staring with a large smile. The child beamed at Wooyoung and petted the males new hair with a little hum.

"Daddy Woo, your hair is really pretty."

"Thank you, sweetie."

San didn't open his eyes and simply listened to them talk, smiling happily at the way his two favourite people interacted with each other.

"Your Dad is going crazy," Wooyoung whispered, loud enough for San to hear. "Look how he smiles in his sleep."

The comment caused San to open an eye and let out a small laugh, throwing his arm over the two and pulling Wooyoung closer so the child was squished between them.

"You're squishing me!" Yongbok whined.

San ignored his son and squeezed both of them tighter, causing the child to whine more.

"Sannie," Wooyoung scolded, pushing his boyfriend's arm away. "You're hurting our child."

San's face instantly brightened once he heard those words and he felt a huge surge of joy flood him. Was his boyfriend now really wanting to consider himself a parent? Maybe this would be a perfect time to ask the younger to live with him.

Or was it still too soon?

"What happened to you?" Wooyoung asked, pushing himself up on his arm and looking down at his boyfriend who still had a goofy smile on display.

"I was just thinking of something but that doesn't matter right now," San said, running his hand through the new hair Wooyoung had. "By the way, I like your hair. It's beautiful."

"Why thank you, kind sir."

San laughed and rolled out of bed, stretching and heading to his bathroom to wash himself up. Wooyoung following behind. Yongbok was left in the giant bed and simply pouted for being left alone.

"Daddy Woo?" Yongbok called, sitting up on the bed, the blanket ruffling over his waist.

"Yes, sweetie?"

Wooyoung stuck his head out the bathroom, a toothbrush in his mouth. San ended up getting several extra things so that his boyfriend could be comfortable while being away from home, such as a toothbrush.

"I'm hungry."

"Did you not eat breakfast?" San asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

"Yeah but you were sleeping all day."

San was puzzled and checked the time. Gasping in shock once he realized that it was nearly 2PM.

"We slept all day?" Wooyoung asked, his toothbrush held midair out of his mouth in surprise.

"Yeah and you left Yongbok all alone! And then when he came to wake you up, you left him again!" Yongbok frowned, crossing his arms and huffing.

Wooyoung quickly rinsed his mouth and splashed his face with water before going to the bed where the child still sat frowning.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. How should we make it up to you?"

"Give Yongbok food and play with him!"

Wooyoung hugged the child and nuzzled his nose to the soft hair.

"Alrighty. We'll do that today, alright?"

Yongbok nodded eagerly and made grabby hands for San to get on the bed with them.

The two adults did everything the child asked and somewhere along the way, Wooyoung ended up wearing a variety of accessories and parts of his hair were covered in hair chalk. San, on the other hand, had somehow been stuffed into one of the child's sweaters and the male felt as if he was about to lose a lung from it being squashed.

"Yong? Can you take this off?" San asked, his arms hardly being able to move.

"No. You forgot Yongbok and now you have to listen to him," Yongbok explained, colouring Wooyoung's hair with even more chalk.

San sighed and stared at his boyfriend while his son coloured his hair. His once two toned black and white hair was now covered in purple, blue, green, and yellow.

"You look stunning," San said after a while of Yongbok determinedly chalking the hair.

"You're full of shit," Wooyoung laughed.

"No, really! It kind of matches you."

The younger rolled his eyes and the two just smiled at each other fondly, in complete silence until Yongbok was completely done with whatever he was doing and then forced both of them out the room and into the kitchen.

"Cook for me," Yongbok instructed, climbing an island stool with great difficulty but managing to get on properly.

"I can't do that wearing this," San said, flapping his arms on his side.

"Lets just do it however we can," Wooyoung whispered, pulling his boyfriend to the sink so they could cook and not make the child start whining.

San managed with great difficulty and Wooyoung, even though he didn't have anything that could restrain him, wasn't the best of cooks and still struggled.

Finally, after a solid hour of trying to whip up some macaroni to the best of their abilities did they manage to plate it and feed their son.

The two didn't eat just as yet, making sure the child ate until satisfied, then ate the remaining food that Yongbok did not swallow.

After the dishes were done, and Yongbok had forgiven his parents for forgetting him, San and Wooyoung were allowed to remove the things the child had placed on them except for the hair chalk. Yongbok had announced that he wanted to sleep then disappeared to his room leaving the two in San's room once again

San sat leaning against the headboard with the younger between his legs while leaning on his chest. He hummed while running his hands through his boyfriend's hair and a sudden feeling in his chest pulled.

"Can I kiss you?" San asked, hoping he wouldn't scare his boyfriend.

The younger tilted his head to face the male and a soft smile graced his features.

"Yes please."

San leaned down, placing his lips on his boyfriends ones and slowly moved them, enjoying the softness and warmth of the younger's mouth. Wooyoung shifted his body and straddled his boyfriend's lap, grabbing his nape and pulling himself closer.

Their tongues swirled with each other, causing Wooyoung to make little noises which caused San's heart to palpitate. The olders hands ran over the younger's body and warmness spread through both of them. Feelings of love and joy came over them, creating their own little bubble of happiness.

San slowly pulled away after a moment, a single string of saliva attached to their lips. Their noses touched and San smiled at the younger.

“I love you,” Wooyoung whispered, San’s hand lightly gripping his waist and their noses rubbing against each other.

"I. Love. You. Too," San replied, kissing the younger between each word. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go right ahead."

San took a breath and prepared to ask the question he had been thinking of for a while.

"Do you wanna come live here, with us?"

Wooyoung's eyes widened and he leaned back to stare at his boyfriend. Was he serious? He didn't want to look like a fool and immediately agree then be told it was just a joke but he knew San wouldn't do that to him. The expression his boyfriend had was serious and determined and his heart softened.

"I would love to."

Upon hearing the response, a large smile spread across San's face in excitement.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's start moving you in TODAY!"

The male gently pushed Wooyoung to lay on the bed before leaning down and pecking his lips once more before getting up and searching for boxes to pack the youngers things in.

Within two days, the younger had already moved in and was comfortable. San had surprised the younger the day he officially moved in with a brand new phone and Wooyoung had cried for a solid five minutes out of pure joy and a feeling of being loved.

The little family was happy and the last step for their relationship was to get married but San decided that could wait for a while.

At Least wait a few years before he would possibly pop the question.

-Fin-

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