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chapter thirteen





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going inside doyoung's shop, the two kids happily came in first and greeted their uncle doyoung. jaehyun and mark also entered afterwards, having a brown envelope in their hands.


"did you get their cards?" doyoung asked.


"yeah," mark nodded. "their dadas are busy distributing their student's cards and they are not able to get their cards, so we did it instead," he explained.


"woah, have my babies passed the school year?" doyoung asked as he kneel down to level them.


"show your uncle doyoung your medals." jaehyun said as he brushed the kid's hair.


the kids removed their backpack to get their medals, who was inside on it, doyoung was smiling widely as he watched them getting their medals.


"what's the commotion here— my babies got a medal?!" ten suddenly shouted as soon as he arrived.


"uncle tennie!" the two greeted.


"they were smarter than us, girl." doyoung said and showed their cards to him.


"this suddenly made me dizzy..." ten said dramatically. "while when i was in my grade school, i couldn't even get a straight one." he pouted.


the others also arrived and they happily greeted the two kids, being the proud uncle they are. while on the other side, they were now gathered while watching them getting amazed by the kid's grades.


"girl, if i am given a chance to go back to grade school again. i would choose these two to be my seatmates." winwin said, being proud of his babies.


"yah, i was your seatmate back then." ten said. "you should be thankful because we both passed." he said sassily.


"which we almost didn't because we failed the exams." winwin argued.


"it was jaemin's fault! his answers are wrong!" ten pointed jaemin who was busy capturing the kid's cards.


"shut up, ten lee." jaemin hissed.


while his uncles were arguing, marco made his way to his daddy to ask for help on his bag since he was struggling with it.


"daddy, help." marco said.


"come here." and mark stood up from his seat, carrying marco and put him there instead.


"no wonder why you two are cousins," yuta said as he tapped the kid's shoulder. "can i borrow your brains?" he smiled.


"we will die if we let you borrow our brains, uncle yuyu." jaeyu said.


"let's just study, uncle yu!" marco said happily.


"he didn't even finish—"


but jeno was cut-off when yuta immediately covered his mouth, the kids luckily didn't get curious about it but they laughed instead.


"let's wait for dada before we leave, okay?" jaehyun said softly while brushing his son's hair.


"where are we going, mr. dimple?" ten asked, teasing him using the name that jaeyu created.


"you're not invited." jaehyun said.


"daddy, that's bad." jaeyu scolded him.


"i'm sorry," he immediately apologized. "we will eat lunch, it's our treat." he told them all.


"we're going to pay for it, by the way." jaehyun continued as he looked at mark.


"you don't even need to remind me," mark said calmly.


and just like what they planned, they waited for the lee's cousins before they decided to leave. doyoung was also with them, luckily he closed his shop today so he was able to go with them.


they finally arrived at the fancy restaurant which johnny and yuta booked for and they were curious why there's no other people inside, just to find out that they literally rented the whole restaurant.


the restaurant wasn't even that huge but it was really fancy, there's even a good view that you can clearly see at the transparent wall.


"let's put this first, little kid." mark said as he put the table napkin at marco's chest.


"isn't supposed to be in my thighs, dad?" marco asked curiously.


"you're still small and you can't reach the table yet, that's why the table napkin is gonna be here first." mark explained.


haechan was watching the two who's now sitting next to each other, it feels like mark is now marco's new parent. well, he was really marco's father—


"that's disgusting, yuta." johnny hissed when yuta suddenly choked on his food.


"love, what the fuck happened?" winwin asked, voice is kinda low.


the tanned male was frowning while watching yuta who was now drinking the water that his boyfriend gave to him, not until yuta glanced at him.


which took haechan a few seconds to process what just happened, he almost forgot that yuta can read minds. what if he just heard haechan's thoughts earlier that caused him to choke on his food?


oh, god. please don't tell it, yuta. please, please...


he slowly opened his eyes and looked at yuta's side, he literally said that in his mind and he hoped that yuta heard him. and looks like yuta really heard him, he gives haechan and thumbs up and a small smile.


"are you guys really paying for it?" haechan asked worriedly while watching mark and jaehyun get their wallets out.


"it's fine, love. we got it." mark winked.


they have finally finished eating and the others are already taking some pictures, while haechan and taeyong are still bothered that their mans are going to pay for the bill. without even any hesitation.


"give me your cash, i will pay using my card." mark said calmly.


"here," and jaehyun handed the cash to mark.


"waiter!" mark called and pulled his black card out.


haechan suddenly gulped by it before looking away, he didn't expect that mark will be this rich.


"do you want anything?" mark asked softly as he looked at the mirror.


they were now on their way home, they had separated already since all of them brought their own cars. mark is now driving, haechan in the passenger seat and marco in the back seat.


"sleep..." the kid mumbled and there he had already passed out.


"is he okay?" mark asked worriedly.


"yeah, he usually likes that when he falls asleep since he is really tired." haechan explained.


"he really makes me nervous sometimes," mark said and let out a chuckle.


"it was his habit, there's even a time i thought he passed out but turns out he was just making fun of me." haechan said and started to laugh softly as he remembered it again.


"he also does that to me," mark said. "i almost called an ambulance but he started laughing." he chuckled.


"but he's sweet," he smiled. changing the topic but it's still about their son. "he knows if you're tired and sad, do you even know why he always steals flowers at doyoung's shop?" he asked.


"because he wanted to give it to you?" mark answered.


"yeah, because momma told him that flowers made me happy." haechan said softly, smile didn't fade out. "after his class, he will go outside the school and make his way at doyoung's shop. stealing a piece of red rose that was displayed outside doyoung's shop."


"maybe because he senses you're tired that's why he's giving you flowers?" mark said.


"yeah," he chuckled. "did you even know that jaeyu isn't supposed to steal flowers? but since marco told him to, he also did the same. no wonder why they were cousins, they are partners in everything."


mark let out a chuckle but his smile also faded away when he remembered something again, haechan immediately noticed it.


"is there something wrong, mark?" he asked worriedly.


but the older one just shook his head and gave him a smile before looking back at the road, haechan didn't ask anymore even if he felt something was wrong. a minute later, they had finally arrived at the house.


"mark, tell me what's wrong please..." and he held his hand.


"love..." he looked at him. "i'm gonna leave a few days from now."


"w-where are you going?" haechan asked even though he already got a hint from it.


"we need to go back home..." mark said and looked away, holding his tears back.


"but this is your home." he said softly, tears already forming in his eyes.


"i won't take long, love. don't worry. i will just fix something—"


"how long?" haechan cut him off.


"i don't know but... i promise you it will be just a few days. i'm still coming back, love." he smiled and wiped haechan's tears away. "just like what you said, this is my home."


haechan let out a pout and burst out in tears which made mark let out a chuckle, they stared at each other until both of their heads moved closer to each other.


and there they both felt the soft lips of each other.

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