"Pssst- Jongie" Wooyoung said as they were playing in the living room. The youngest looked up from his little farm. "Look... There is Daddy's phone..."
Jongho looked over to the couch. The phone was laying there and their parents were busy with garden work. While you could hear Hongjoong mow the lawn, there was Seonghwa cutting his precious bushes in artfully forms. The idea of taking the phone again was tempting. "But..."
"Mhm Jongie, let me teach you one big rule" Wooyoung said and put his short arms on the younger shoulders. "Papa no know, Papa no mad"
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Hongjoong grabbed the bag of greens to throw it away. "Don't you think... It's too silent?"
"Mhm?" Seonghwa cut the last little branche "What do you mean?"
"I mean... They haven't started a war inside and they have been alone for... Four hours..." Hongjoong wiped off the sweat from his forehead and turned to his husband "Don't you think that's suspicious?"
The other shrugged his shoulders. "They ate growing up, maybe starting a civil war in the living room isn't interesting anymore" he replied and looked at his work.
"If you say so-"
A deafening cry broke out from the inside of the house. "Oh no" Seonghwa rushed inside, tried to locate where the cry came from. He hushed through the house and stopped in front of the leaned in door of the storage. The father slowly pushed open the door and revealed Yunho and Mingi laying on the floor.
"Oh-Oh"
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"What did I tell you two about going into the storage?"
"... Don't go in to the storage?"
"And what did you do?"
"Go in the storage..."
Seonghwa angryly tried to wash out the mix of flour and sugar in the hairs of his kids. Mingi had tried to climb the shelf to reach the box of cookies. He fell off and pulled the tall shelf with him, fortunately the room was small and the shelf got stuck and didn't hit the boys. But everything on that shelf had fallen off, like the packs of flour and sugar that popped open too. Hongjoong was fixing the mess at the moment.
"... are you angry?" Mingi care fully asked, his voice about to crack.
"Of course, I am!" Seonghwa gave back and pressed his lips together. He was angry, a lot. But he was more scared than angry. What if the shelf wouldn't have gotten stuck and had fallen on the two? He sighed and rinsed out the substances. "I am not angry... I was just really scared you two would get hurt, hm?" Seonghwa lovingly wrapped towels around the two and set them in the bathroom carpet. "because I would be really, really scared if that shelf hit you... I'm not angry, baby" he said and started to dry them off. "but if you think you two will get away with that, you're wrong"
- Hey! How are you doing?
AHHHHHHHHHHHH! It's the 7th for me here, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST LEADER IN THE INDUSTRY
Kim Hongjoong, the man we all (I) needed but don't deserve😌✊
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You ever just ask yourself how this is the same person?
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Let's appreciate his mother for giving birth to walking art, on the inside and outside.
