"To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, well, who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play"
-GILBERT O'SULLIVAN, Alone Again

Five am, Wonwoo is fussing in the kitchen, preparing all the necessary food and items that his sons are going to bring with them. Varied snacks and bottles of soymilk were on the table along with juice bottles and chewable vitamins. He made sure to double-check if he forgot anything and a smile on his face was put on when he was a hundred percent sure.

“Umma…?” Seokhwee, the 17 year old, was the first one to come down, yawning and stretching on his way downstairs, his hair looking like a bird’s nest.  Wonwoo was sure to point it out.

“Honey, did you brush your teeth before coming down?” he asks as the teen makes his way closer. “Your hair’s a total mess.”

“Mmm.” Seokhwee nodded absentmindedly and let his mom fix up his hair for him. “I didn’t pay much attention to my hair when I went to the mirror.” He murmurs sleepily and looks around. The prepared consumables on the table didn’t even faze him one bit. It’s all prepared neatly. “Did you make cocoa and toast~?”

Wonwoo had a smile on his face as he fixed his son’s hair and he was about to answer the question until they heard a scream from upstairs, later accompanied by a wailing sound that made him sigh.

It’s that again.

“The toast are in the oven and cocoa is in the thermos, okay?” he tells Seokhwee before rushing up the stairs to check up on the two who made the noise.

Wonwoo peeked from his 16 year old son’s bedroom door before fully entering, seeing the familiar sight on the floor. Haru, his four year old, was crying again and he knows the reason very well. “Jungmin…” he narrows his eyes on the sixteen year old and sighs. “How many times do I–“

“Mom, you know how I hate him going to my room and trying to sleep next to me!” Jungmin complains, a finger pointing at the four year old.

Haru looked at Wonwoo with his glimmering eyes, making grabby hands to lure his mother into carrying him up in his arms. Wonwoo didn’t hesitate to pick his youngest son up and let him bury his small face on the crook of his neck. “Oh, baby, hyung didn’t mean to shout at you, okay~? Mommy’s here now, shhhh.” He cooes but he looks at Jungmin with narrowed eyes. “Go wash up in the bathroom, you know what day it is today.” He tells the teen before going back downstairs.

“Today is the day I hate most!!!” Jungmin grumpily made his way to the bathroom, not failing to sneer at the four year old in Wonwoo’s arms.

Wonwoo shook his head in dismay, not complaining as he was already used to such antics of his second son. Sighing, he makes his way downstairs to sit across the eldest so he could feed Haru.

Seokhwee frowns as he directs his attention to the stairs before looking back at Wonwoo and Haru. “Did Jungmin push Haru off his bed again?” he asks in worry as he watches the four year old rub his slightly red eyes.

Haru turns his attention to his