A/n: edited!

A month is enough for Junmyeon to get used to his new job's routine. He no longer carried the schedule file around as he already memorized it and he also didn't struggle to find Sehun and Jongin's room anymore. Well, no one can't blame him for struggling anyway, when the mansion has more than twenty rooms in total and all of the doors looked the same. 

Junmyeon also became more close to almost all of the Wu's mansion staff and maids including the butler, Mr Lee. As the old man has promised him before, Mr Lee really helped him a lot with his wise opinions and brilliant suggestions. Mr Lee might already be his personal advisor together with Yixing, the guy with those cute dimples who had always been supportive when Junmyeon had a bad day or was running out of strategies. Yixing was always helpful with his soft voice and charming smile. Junmyeon almost considered courting him, but Yixing already had a boyfriend. 

The situation with the siblings was also getting better. Jongin was getting cuter and sweeter each day, shyly cuddling with Junmyeon while watching his favorite cartoon or giggling happily when the bodyguard obediently agreed to be his new play buddy. The tiny boy slowly charmed Junmyeon into his control, not that the bodyguard cared anyway. Who wouldn't fall over for that sweet cutie? 

Sehun, on the other hand, was still the as same as before, just a little less scary. He might let Junmyeon get close to his baby brother, but the boy hasn't opened up himself yet. There's no more harsh words, but it's not like Sehun talked much anyway. When a word comes out from that boy, only when necessary, it's too precious, just like his expensive smile. It's always exclusively for a few specific people. Sehun has built a really thick and high wall around him and Junmyeon still hasn't found the right tool to break or drill into it. He himself doesn't know whether he will succeed or not but he won't give up either. Maybe one day he can bring a smile to those thin lips. A genuine, sincere smile for Junmyeon. Maybe. 

As for Mr Wu, there's nothing much he can say. He rarely met or had a chance to have a proper chat with him. Junmyeon only saw the man earlier in the morning when Sehun kissed him goodbye before he went to school or at night before he ended his duty. Sometimes if he's lucky enough, he can see that handsome face all evening when Mr Wu takes a half leave from his office, which rarely happened. He's a busy man anyway. 

So he guessed today was one of those lucky days. He's in the middle of being a cop, finding the little prisoners who just escaped from the jail earlier. He's holding a tiny gun with him, carefully searching for the said prisoners who are really doing a good job at hiding behind those see through white curtains in the playroom. Junmyeon pretended not to see the little silhouette and kept searching on the other side of the room. Sometimes he heard those soft giggles that he pretended not to notice, but he kept searching and pointing his gun everywhere. 

 "Come out now, little prisoners. Stop hiding yourself, because I will find you. I'm a smart policeman, ok." Junmyeon said, and he heard those cute giggles again. 

"If you come out, maybe I won't put you in jail. How about that?" Still no response, but Junmyeon was really sure there wasa slight movement from the silhouette. He smiled. 

"Not just that.. Maybe.. Maybe there's a chicken too.. A really big, yummy chicken drumstic—" 

"Uncleeeeee..." A tiny head poked out from the curtain, plump lips pouted cutely. Junmyeon chuckled. 

"You cheat uncle! Don't use chicken!" Jongin whined, pointing an accusing finger towards Junmyeon. His lips pouted even more when Junmyeon laughed louder. Jongin slowly came out from his hiding place. 

"There you are, little guy. Well, you're really good at hiding, so Uncle needed to use chicken. It's my secret weapon, ok. I'm a smart policeman." Jongin glared a bit at his answer. Junmyeon chuckled because he found it more cute than intimidating. That boy didn't have his brother's death glare. 

"Aww, don't be angry. OK, OK, Uncle cheated. You won, so Uncle will take the punishment from you. Come on, little guy. " Junmyeon quickly sat on the fluffy carpet, waiting for his punishment. Jongin quickly beamed and walked towards the bodyguard slowly. When the tiny boy stood in front of him, Junmyeon swore he could see a slight smirk on those pink lips before he was attacked by a sudden weight completely thrown onto him. Before he could react, Junmyeon already found himself lying on the floor with Jongin on top of him, tickling every part of Junmyeon's body with his tiny fingers. 

Junmyeon was always sensitive and easily ticklish on almost every part of his body, so that sudden attack made him scream a bit and laugh uncontrollably. 

"No—Jonginnie don't do—arghh. It's tickl—arghh no no stop Jonginnie!" He squirmed around, trying to catch those naughty hands, but failed. Jongin was already giggling happily and doubled the attack. He only stopped when Junmyeon finally managed to catch his hands and counterattacked immediately. He tickled his small body, which earned him a loud laugh from Jongin. It's the younger's turn to squirm around until he fell completely on Junmyeon, sprawled on top of him, both breathless and panting. 

"Aigoo, Uncle so tired already..." Junmyeon patted his hand softly on Jongin's bum while the boy hummed cutely, voice barely audible. 

"Jonginnie..." No response. Junmyeon tried to see the boy's face, but it was a bit hard in that position. 

"Jonginnie...Are you sleeping?" Junmyeon glanced toward the wall clock, and it still wasn't Jongin's nap time yet. 

"Shh, Uncle. Nini so tired." That cute whine made the bodyguard laugh a bit, Jongin's small body shaking along with his laughter. The boy quickly lifted his upper body up, sitting on Junmyeon's tummy. He was about to say something but sat frozen for a while. Something had caught his attention from the room's door. 

Or someone. 

"Daddy!!" Jongin smiled so brightly, quickly standing up and running towards the door's direction. Junmyeon's eyes followed the small body, seeing over his head. He froze once his eyes met with those brown orbs. Even though Mr Wu had already lifted Jongin up and given his son a few kisses, he didn't break their eye contact. His gaze was so inte