A/N: A very late, short treat for the people who like my stories, or the fluffy ones, at least~ I'm sorry for falling behind on my writing, guys. Real life has been terribly busy~ My professional career has been going well despite my health worsening. I feel like I've hit that point where I have to be sensitve about what I eat... I find myself getting tummy aches so much lately. TT

This is off-topic, but I recently heard from a litle birdie that someone's translated With(out) You (Heartbreak Hotel) into Russian without permission or crediting me, and I'm ing furious and frustrated. I'm a nice person— if you want to translate my stories, just ask me, and I'll most likely say yes as long as you promise to credit me— but doing that kind of thing without permission or giving credit where due is hurtful and makes me not want to write anymore, honestly. I've already said that writing creatively is something I struggle with, and to labor over a piece for hours or days, only for someone to steal it like it's nothing, really irks me. I'm not that active on social media, either, so I just feel powerless, upset, and uninspired now. Like do I have to make social media accounts just to stand up to myself? It's an awful feeling...

In hindsight, Taeyong shouldn't have let Yuta plan a family day at the arcade. 

"Angel, your brother doesn't need anymore toys, okay? You need to stop," Taeyong begs desperately, trying to gently pry a stubborn Renjun away from the crane game he's been abusing for the past fifteen minutes.

"He does, Appa! Look at how happy I'm making him!" Renjun insists, briefly looking away from the game to gesture at little Chenle. As if to prove his brother's point, the fair-haired toddler in the cherry blossom-themed stroller begins to squeal like a loud, happy dolphin, embracing his new collection of plushies tightly.

"But you've already won a quarter of the toys in the machine. Let's take a break and look for your papa and brothers," Taeyong tries again pathetically, groaning as Renjun just shoots him a somewhat unimpressed look before concentrating once more. 

In mere seconds, Taeyong's overachieving third son effortlessly wins yet another toy with the crane, much to Chenle's utter delight.

"I guess that'll do for now," Renjun murmurs as he deposits one last toy in Chenle's lap and his hair fondly. "After we find Eomma and the others, can we have lunch, Appa?" he asks with a toothy smile.

"Sure..." Taeyong eyes his youngest sons warily and begins to herd them away from the crane game, bowing his head apologetically to all the disgruntled employees and appalled families they pass. "Oh, and call your other father 'Papa', angel. That's what your older brothers call him, and that's what he prefersー"

"No, Eomma!" Chenle interjects, banging his hands against the sides of his stroller. "Eomma! Want Eomma!" his baby whines.

"You and me both, angel," Taeyong sighs wearily, reaching out to ruffle Chenle's hair.

They find Sicheng and Yukhei without too much difficulty. The two tall children are engrossed in what seems like a final round of DDR, so Taeyong decides to wait it out like a good father. Still, he eagerly pulls his new smartphone out to record a videoー he's finally figured out how to take and save one successfully, thanks to the NCT guysー and Renjun and Chenle cheer on their brothers supportively.

"Wingwing! Xuxi!" his younger sons screech, waving their hands to the music. 

Taeyong's not exactly sure where the nicknames came from, but he guesses that they're from some animal-themed cartoon or whatnot. His sons always did have an obsession with animals, especially birds and dolphins. 

Sicheng and Yukhei's match ends in a draw after both of them perfectly execute Red Velvet's "Russian Roulette." They simply giggle at each other before getting off the machine and quietly shuffling over to their waiting family.

"So cool!" Renjun chirps admiringly, high-fiving both of his smiling older brothers.

"I'm hungry, Appa," Sicheng mumbles, slumping lazily against his father's giant form.

"I know, but let's look for your papa first," Taeyong replies sweetly, patting his eldest on the shoulder.

"Papa told me you guys used to dance in college," Yukhei starts as the group of five starts their search.

Taeyong's eyes light up at the mention of dancing. "Yeah, we were actually in a dance group with some of your NCT uncles. I was captain, and your papaー"

"Always did the heavy lifting, unfortunately." Everyone turns around in surprise as a pouting Yuta emerges from behind a nearby pillar. "Sorry for disappearing. I was just in the restroom, though. Did I miss anything?" questions the tired-looking omega. 

"Eomm