I'm participating in a christmas writing thingy on tumblr, which basically means I write a drabble per pairing per day. And since the season really gets me into the mood of this story, all the drabbles will be set in this universe. I'm getting ahead of quite a lot of things here, but please just accept it and read the chapter before this one, that explains a lot ^_^

“Our lives have gotten really weird, don’t you think?” Kibum panted, lying spread-eagle on the floor.

“Why, because we wrestle while being drunk on a Tuesday night?” Jinki chuckled and handed Kibum a glass of water.

Kibum sat up to drink and exclaimed, “Not only that! We also went from trying to get over the fact that we won’t ever have family for our own to three sons!” His smile was almost heartbreakingly proud in Jinki’s opinion. Kibum had a beautiful smile. He should kiss it more often. So he did.

Ten minutes of kissing-turned-wrestling later, it was Jinki’s turn to lay on the floor, Kibum comfortably on top of him. “You know, for Minho to be our son, we must’ve been 12-year-old fathers.”

“Just one more way of disappointing our parents I guess.” Kibum muttered quietly. “Oh God, could you imagine introducing Jonghyun to them? The poor boy would be scarred for life by what my parents would say to him.” 

Jinki just sighed and cradled Kibum closer to his chest. He didn’t have to say anything to know how his parents would react to his unconventional family. A boy so soft-spoken and vulnerable even his own family overlooked him. A boy with a mysterious illness that made him heavily disabled on some days and who appeared to be panual. And his boyfriend – a transboy. His parents would give a whole new meaning to the word ‘disowned’ – not like they could do much more to him by that point.

They lay there on the ground for indiscernible length of time and Jinki could swear Kibum drifted off into slumber. The silence was interrupted when the boys came back. Jonghyun, Taemin and Minho had gone to the movies since Taemin’s hip had felt good enough to survive the seats. He was only limping slightly on his way to the sofa.

“Welcome back.” Jinki greeted quietly, his suspicions about Kibum confirmed when his partner didn’t stir. “How was the movie?”

“A bit lame.” Jonghyun admitted, sitting down close to Taemin. “Is Kibum sleeping?”

“He always falls asleep when he drinks.” Minho declared. “Did you wrestle Jinki?”

Jinki laughed softly. “You know us too well. So, who of you two is sleeping here tonight?”

“Minho is, but I’m not.” Jonghyun said quickly. “My mum is taking me and Sodam to that new exhibition on composing. It’s going to awesome.” He beamed.

Jinki’s arms tightened around Kibum. At least one of the five of them had blood relations they could count on.

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