A Cliché Family ThirtyOne   Jonghyun is in his own room, headphones playing soft music into his ears while he tries to write lyrics in his notebook. He's been having a lot of inspiration lately and he has a feeling that this one is going to be really really great. He might even record it and upload it to youtube if it turns out the way he wants it to.

Downstairs Taemin is playing with his dancing friend Jongin. Jonghyun was supposed to watch them and "babysit" them because Jinki and Kibum had both gone with Minho for his football game but really - Taemin is 7 years old so Jonghyun believes he can take care of himself. Jonghyun doesn't want to babysit his brother either, what 17-year-old does that?

He's focused on the music and his lyrics and it isn't until his door slams open and Taemin taps his shoulder with a whiny 'hyung' that Jonghyun realizes that something is wrong.



"Please," Minho begs and looks at both his fathers from the backseat. "Please, please, please."

He settles his gaze on Jinki who is behind the wheel and pleads once again.

"It's been so long! And we can just get it from the drive-thru, it'll be easy and quick and we'll be home in no time! Dad, please!"

Eventually, Jinki gives up and agrees. Kibum rolls his eyes at Minho's wide smile. They rarely buy unhealthy fast food because Kibum likes cooking. It does happen from time to time, of course, it does, but it's definitely not that often. He's not really sure either why Minho of all people wants fast food after his football game but he does and so he gets it.

Jinki takes the next road to the left and gets off the freeway to find whatever fast food store Minho is in the mood for.



When Jonghyun follows Taemin into the living room it's to find a flustered 6-year-old Jongin and Kibum's glass vase from Japan broken on the floor.

"," he hisses and turns to face Taemin. The other boy looks at the floor but he doesn't exactly look apologetic either. "What the were you doing?! You know dad loves that thing!"

Taemin glares at Jonghyun then.

"We were just dancing! It's not our fault. Just clean it up, hyung! Dad's going to be mad!"

"Clean it up yourself!" Jonghyun spits and Taemin whines. He takes another look at the shattered glass on the floor before he sighs. "Okay, I'll help you. Go get the broom in the closet."

Taemin drags Jongin with him to find the broom and Jonghyun sits on the floor and starts to collect the pieces. It's broken into what seems like thousands of pieces and there's no chance whatsoever that Jonghyun will be able to fix it. They'll just have to pray to some heavenly god that Kibum doesn't notice it. Taemin and Jongin come back with the broom 2 minutes later and help Jonghyun sweep up the mess on the wooden floor.

"You should tell dad, though," Jonghyun says and Taemin shakes his head.

"No! Please don't tell dad either!" It becomes some sort of agreement after that.



Jinki groans and taps his fingers on the steering wheel. In front of them is at least 5 cars and it takes forever. Isn't drive thru supposed to be the quick way to get your food? Jinki is pretty sure it would have been faster to park and go inside.

If it wasn't for the fact that there are at least 2 cars behind them as well, he would have backed out of the queue and told Minho he was not getting his dinner from Burger King. But now they're stuck so they just have to continue and wait in line.

Kibum's patience seems to be running thin as well and Minho is starting to sulk on the backseat.

"It takes so long," he whines and Kibum turns around in the passenger seat to look at him.

"You're the one who wanted to eat Burger King, so you'll just have to be patient. You're not eating in the car anyway, I won't allow it."

His voice is stern but it has Jinki smiling. Ever since they bought the Audi his husband has been very strict with food in the car. It's not that Jinki wants anyone to eat in the Audi either, but Kibum is really really