Jongin bit back a smirk from blooming when a delightful sight greeted him at the kitchen. Yixing was trying to reach for something that was a bit high for his reach, therefore causing his thin white shirt to ride up slightly at the waist and reveal smooth creamy skin for the tanned male to enjoy.

It was painfully hard resisting going over to the paler male’s side and biting every inch of bare skin that was on display, biting, , kissing whatever would make him moan and writhe under Jongin’s gentle hands. Sadly, the tanned male knew better than to molest the babysitter of his uncle’s close friend so he shrugged the thought away—for now—and cleared his throat to make Yixing notice his presence. The shorter male jumped in shock and snapped his head back with wide caramel eyes. Jongin chuckled openly at the adorable reaction.

“What’s wrong? Do you need my help with the kids or something?” Yixing asked after recovering from the shock and Jongin answered with a short shake of head. The tanned male walked gracefully towards the babysitter with a barely there smirk gracing his handsome features. Yixing backed away when Jongin got too close for his liking, heart beating like an African drum. The smaller male took a shaky breath when his back hit the countertop edge and Jongin stood an inch away from his body and face.

“What do you want?” Jongin kept his answer for himself; he wanted a lot of things if he had to be honest. All of them were pretty wild and dirty so Yixing didn’t really have to know them at the moment. The taller male reached his hand over Yixing’s head and the latter closed his eyes shut and bit his plush bottom lip in a way Jongin considered both sinful and illegal. The tanned male bit back a chuckle at the sight and grabbed the pan Yixing was trying to get earlier. He eyed the smaller male and couldn’t help but crack a smile. What was Yixing thinking? That Jongin would kiss or touch him without his permission? But if the Chinese male wasn’t resisting or trying to push his way away from Jongin did that mean he wanted to be kissed and touched by the tanned male? Jongin’s brows furrowed when he remembered the expression Yixing made when he apologized about not remembering him. Did something else happen? Other than Yixing taking him home and making sure he safely got there. Did Jongin do something that he wasn’t supposed to do to a complete stranger? He was drunk after all, and a drunk Jongin wasn’t really a wise Jongin.

“What happened that night Yixing?” The pale shorter male carefully blinked one eye open before opening both of his eyes and slowly blinking them while bluntly eyeing Jongin’s face. “Did I do something that bothered you?” The Chinese male gulped, his cheeks flaming with heat.

“Didn’t I tell you to watch over the kids Jongin? What are you doing here? Please go back to them.”

“Answer my question first.”

“Jongin,” The tanned male handed the smaller male the pan and pushed his body away from Yixing’s. “Nothing happened don’t worry about it okay? Now, go back to Taeoh-ah and Brodie-ah please.”

“You do know Luhan and I are friends right? If you don’t tell me what happened that night I’m pretty sure he’ll be more than happy to do it himself.”

“I don’t kiss and tell Jongin.”

“So we kissed.” Yixing’s eyes darkly narrowed; he threw the pan on the counter and stormed out of the kitchen while mumbling what seemed like curses in Chinese. Jongin blinked in surprise at the out of nowhere action before quickly running after the seemingly upset shorter male.

“Wait, what was that for?” Yixing was angrily typing something on his smart phone with a drowsy Brodie nicely adjusted on his lap and Taeoh sitting next to him long lost watching Peter Pan while his thumb. Jongin sighed before settling himself next to Yixing.

“What’s wrong? Why did you get mad at me all of a sudden for?”

“I’m not mad.”

“I can tell, with the steam coming out of your head I’m afraid you’d start spitting fire at me or burn me alive with your glare soon.”

“I’d rather cut your with a knife to be honest. More painful for you, less troubling for me.” Jongin gaped in bewilderment at the Chinese male before bursting into a loud fit of laughter, not entirely believing what he just heard.

“You did not just say that.” Yixing glared with cute pursed lips at Jongin. “I can’t believe you said that in the presence of two innocent little kids Zhang Yixing. You’re not as pure as you seem to be.”

“No I’m not. So make sure to keep your distance from me.”

“Why would I do that? I like them feisty actually.”

“Did I ask you how you like ‘them’? No, I’m afraid I didn’t.” Yixing threw his phone away and got on his feet with Brodie in his arms. “I’m going to cook dinner now, and if you follow me this time around I’ll use the chopping knife on something other than the vegetables.” Yixing’s eyes dropped to Jongin’s crotch with a meaningful gaze. Jongin shuddered with wide horror-laced almond eyes.

The sun-kissed teen shoved a spoonful of chocolate chip ice cream into his mouth while blinking at Taeoh. Taeoh blinked back at him with a chocolate smeared chubby face. Jongin had to admit, he looked quite adorable like that; big brown eyes and messy strands of hair flying everywhere around his face. Jongin smiled and Taeoh grinned back.

“I think we kind of look alike Tae.” Taeoh nodded his head cutely with a hand reaching for the ice cream container.

“Do you think I’m good looking Taeoh-ah?” The kid nodded again, mouth full of ice cream.

“Well, do you think Yixing is good looking?” Jongin eyed the little child as he made funny faces, seemingly thinking about it.

“No! Jongin oppa is good looking because Jongin oppa looks like Taeoh-ah. Yixing oppa doesn’t look like Taeoh-ah, so Yixing oppa is not good looking.” Jongin snorted a chuckle at that.

“So I’m only good looking because I look like you huh?” Taeoh nodded again with a firm hum. Jongin reached out for the younger and attacked him with tickles. The younger cousin squirmed under him with loud giggles and Jongin couldn’t help but laugh along. The tanned male kissed Taeoh’s soft left cheek when he was done with torturing him, and was about to get on his feet when Yixing cleared his throat to get his attention. Jongin was a bit startled by the Chinese male’s presence but was fast to cover it with a hesitant smile.

“Dinner is ready.” Almond eyes blinked twice at the pale male before Jongin gave a short nod.

“Uh, we’ll be there in a second.” Yixing hummed in acknowledgment before walking back towards the kitchen where Brodie was safely seated in his highchair waiting for him. Jongin eyed the Chinese male’s nice bum until it was out of sight, then brought his gaze b