San sat on his sofa with one hand holding his head and the other one firmly gripped around a glass of whiskey. He had given up on trying to control the five-year-olds. 

One moment they were on the second floor then all of a sudden they were creating havoc in the living room. They were climbing the trees in the front yard one minute and then there was mud tracked across the floor leading to the back door. The white walls in the halls had grimy handprints all over them and smudges on the glass decorations. At this point, San was ready to explode.

"Yongbok and Changbin," San growled the next time they entered the living room. "For the love of my sanity, please keep your mouths shut and do NOT make any more messes."

Yongbok knew his father was mad and grabbed Changbin's arm and dragged him to another part of the house. San sighed knowing he'd have to pay the cleaner extra and give a profuse apology for the mess in the house.

Finally, it was quiet and San relaxed into his sofa. But ten minutes passed and suddenly it was WAY too quiet.

"Shit, where did those little shits go?" San asked himself, getting up from the sofa to hunt for the children.

Playroom? No. Yongbok's room? Not a soul. The bathroom? No little shit there. The front yard? Not a sign of them.

San began to get concerned and he walked around the first floor. He was just about to go back to the living room when he heard a tiny sneeze from the kitchen. San felt his soul drop when he realized the things that could happen in that place and rushed over. San had barely entered and suddenly, he was hit over the head literally and figuratively.

"What the fuck?!" San exclaimed, grabbing the right side of his head.

He scanned the room in horror, the two boys frozen in place like deers in headlights. Flour was EVERYWHERE. And it so happened to be flour that had hit the side of San's head.

"I'll give both of you five seconds to explain to me what the hell happened in here," San said, his voice trembling in anger but facial expression held neutral.

There was no answer and that pissed San off even more. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and when he opened them again, the two were gone. 

"God damn!"

Luckily, he had long legs and quickly stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see them run around the corner, the flour flying off them as they tried to escape.

"IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP THIS INSTANT, YOUR PUNISHMENT WILL BE SEVERE!"

San rounded the corner and was met with the glossy eyes of both boys and on the other side of them, the upset faces of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. It seemed that having the presence of the other two parents made a difference and both boys began crying with heavy tears rolling down their faces.

"I’M SORRYYYYYY!" Yongbok wailed, walking over to San and hugging his leg.

San didn’t know what to do. His son and his son's best friend were both clinging to their parent’s legs and choked sobs came out of their mouths. They rubbed their snot on their parents' pants and drool fell on the ground in droplets.

"I'm disappointed in you, Changbin," Seonghwa said, which seemed to trigger the child and made him cry harder.

"I’m so-sorry! Do y-you hate me?" Changbin asked, choking on his sobs.

"Of course not but we're sad that you made such a big mess," Hongjoong explained, patting his son's head.

"You will help clean up this mess," Seonghwa said, carefully tilting Changbin's head to look him in the eyes. 

San knew that they were simply trying to teach their son that each action had a consequence and that he would still have to pay the cleaner extra because there was no way the house would stay spotless after.

San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong all sat in the living room as the five-year-olds began to clean after themselves and after half an hour, it was suddenly quiet again.

"I'll check on them," Seonghwa offered, standing up from his seat where he was cuddled into Hongjoongs side.

He returned moments after with an amused expression and motioned for the two to follow him. Once they arrived to the kitchen island, Seonghwa told them to go around where they found the two laying in a pile of flour deep asleep.

"I'll take this as our cue to leave," Hongjoong said, gently grabbing his son from off the flour and walking towards the front door. 

San waved them off then went back to where Yongbok was still sleeping on the floor. He gently woke him up and got him to take a bath before tucking him into bed.

San lay in bed that night thinking of Wooyoung. He hoped the purple-haired male was doing alright and having a good sleep. He had left Wooyoung's apartment a little after five and picked up Yongbok from his teacher's house. 

Jongho was a nice person and San was thankful he had agreed to watch over Yongbok for an extra two hours. He had just been pulling into his driveway when Hongjoong called him and after that, he had no rest until sleep time.

Fortunately, San fell asleep quickly, and thankfully, Wooyoung was back to his seemingly normal state the next day. They worked as if nothing had ever happened between the two and as if they had no sort of close friendship. Needless to say, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were puzzled at that. They honestly thought San and Wooyoung had something going on between them but it appeared not.

It went on like that for another three weeks and by that time, everything seemed to be in a regular state. Hongjoong doing secretary things, San going to boring meetings and trying to improve the company, Seonghwa doing whatever he did, Wooyoung doing assistant things and odd jobs, and Yongbok? Well Yongbok was creating havoc as usual and now that he had grown closer to Changbin, there was more trouble than usual.

"Daddy? Can Binnie and I play in the room made out of glass?" Yongbok asked on one fine Saturday morning.

He was at the company and that day he had begged his father to let Changbin be there as well and of course, Yongbok ended up getting his way. 

"And what do you plan on doing in there?"

The room made of glass wasn't exactly made of glass. It was just a room where two of the walls were made of glass and the view looked over the city. 

"Just color and look at the buildings."

San nodded in agreement and the two ran out the office screeching happily. Even though they were five, they had somehow learned how to use the elevator and San really didn't want to ask how.

Wooyoung was sitting at a table in San's office and smiled warmly as the two excitedly bounced out. Work was never bad when he could be with the child and San never made work seem as something forced to be done. 

Around an hour passed with San responding to emails and Wooyoung proofreading some documents San had written several hours earlier. He was getting tired but kept working and was thankful when he heard San let out a sigh and stretch, knowing that meant he was going to be given a break.

San's shirt and jacket both rode up, exposing his stomach and Wooyoung looked away. Yeah, his boss had seen him almost entirely naked but it felt worse that he was seeing his boss even though it was only the stomach.

"Wooyoung, can you please check on Yongbok and Changbin for me? I have to finish this email within ten minutes."

Wooyoung nodded and got up, not bothering to check if there was anything he needed to take with him to the top floor. He was the only one in the elevator and he took that time to slouch against the wall and let out a huge sigh.

Surprisingly, when he got to the room made of glass, there was no mess on the floors except for a tipped over water bottle and the two were doing exactly as they had said, colouring. 

"Daddy Woo! Look what I made!"

Yongbok held up a drawing that appeared to be a... cat? Or was it an oddly shaped horse? Either way, Wooyoung didn't know what it was but pretended to love it.

"Wow! It's lovely!"

The complement made a huge smile break onto Yongbok's face and he grabbed another paper to draw another oddly shaped horse. Wooyoung figured they were okay and turned to leave but whines erupted from the mouths of the children.

"No Daddy Woo," Yongbok frowned. "Stay here and colour with me!"

Having no choice but to listen, Wooyoung settled himself on the floor, laying chest down. Within a few seconds he was completely enveloped in the activities they were doing and he was giggling like a little child along with Yongbok and Changbin.

They were so focused on colouring that they only snapped out of their giggling when they heard several clicks. Wooyoung looked up and was met with a smiling San who had his phone out and assumed he was taking pictures. A rosy red spread over Wooyoung's face, realizing he was supposed to be working and not colouring.

In his defense, he never had fun doing things such as colouring as he grew up so those kinds of activities were fun to him.

"Hi Daddy! Daddy Woo is coloring with us!"

Wooyoung got up and straightened out his suit, stepping over the children and walking towards San.

"I'm sorry, San."

"Don't apologize but we need to deal with some paperwork."

The two left and left Yongbok and Changbin alone once again. The doors to the elevator were nearly entirely closed when they heard a loud, painful shriek from the room where the five-year-olds were in.