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“Sehun,” the little boy looks up at the mention of his name and he sees his teacher coming closer. He blinks, legs kicking as he sits by the edge. “Is your father going to be late, again?”

Little Sehun shrugs and smiles. He knows his father is busy and he doesn’t blame him. Yixing sighs at how thoughtful the kid is and ruffles his hair, earning a soft giggle. Then, like usual, he sits down next to the tiny human being. Even though Yixing isn’t tall, just average height, little Sehun once told him that Teacher Zhang is so tall, Sehun wants to be like him one day!. He smiles at that memory. He’ll always remember that compliment because it’s the only one he’ll get regarding “how tall he is”.

“Teacher Zhang…” Sehun calls out softly and Yixing turns to look at the little fella.

“Hmm?”

“Can you just walk me home?” the boy says, waiting for the man to say something but when he sees that the man needs more convincing, he continues, “appa gave me my own key card. He feels bad for making me wait all the time so he said if I ever feel like going home early, I can.”

Yixing nods and bites his lower lip. Well, he can do that. He knows for a fact that Sehun doesn’t live far anyway. “Well, where is it?” he asks and holds his hand out, palm up. Sehun beams the moment he looks down at his teacher’s wriggling fingers and reaches into his bag to pull out his card. “Okay! Lets go!”

“I want to unlock the door! I want to unlock the door!” the little boy chants as he rushes out of the elevator, leaving a giggling Yixing trailing behind him.

“Be careful, Sehun,” the teacher chides as he swings little Sehun’s bag over his shoulder and strides down the quiet hallway. He takes the chance to look around too; Sehun sure comes from a well-off family.

Soon he stands just behind little Sehun, who already has the key card pressed against the metal lock. It beeps and Sehun swings the door wide open before screaming, “Welcome, Teacher Zhang!”

Yixing chuckles at how excited Sehun is and takes a step in. His eyes scan the place and his smile wavers. Why is this place so… messy?

Little Sehun doesn’t seem to notice the concern in his teacher’s eyes though, he quickly grabs onto the man’s wrist and jumps on the spot he’s standing. “Teacher Zhang! Teacher Zhang! Let me show you my room! And the kitchen! Oh, oh! And the balcony and appa’s room!”

Yixing can’t help but smile and ruffles little Sehun’s hair. “Okay.”

And so the tour of the Kim’s begins with the boy’s room. Sehun pulls his teacher along and they soon reach the boy’s room after a few turns. Once Sehun pushes the door open, he giggles and runs to his bed before bouncing on it. The room is decorated just like how Yixing wished his was decorated when he was younger. Baby blue walls with clouds on them, soft toys—bunnies, in fact, everywhere. And.. is Sehun… what?

“Teacher Zhang, come try! It’s a water bed!” Oh, no wonder Sehun is… swaying weirdly on his bed.

Sehun pats the spot next to him and smiles brighter when Yixing takes a few step towards him. Gently, Yixing sits next to the little boy and his eyes light up when he finally get to experience how it’s like to sit on a waterbed.

“It’s my birthday gift! I love water! I love taking baths!” Sehun confesses enthusiastically. Then, his expression dims a little. “But I always spend too long in the bath tub so appa got mad. Appa said I’d shrivel up and disappear. It’s okay! Appa bought me a waterbed! It’s just the same! Less wet!”

Yixing laughs and gives Sehun a few pats on his head. “Does this mean you’ll spend more time in bed then? And miss school?”

Sehun shakes his head immediately. “Oh, no! Sehun loves school, too! I love Teacher Zhang more than waterbed! But don’t let appa know, appa will get jealous.”

“Alright,” Yixing smiles fondly at the child. Yixing has a soft spot for Sehun, everyone knows. Maybe not Sehun’s father, though.

After a short chat on his bed, Sehun’s tummy lets out an embarrassingly loud grumble and he pouts at Yixing. Yixing stares back at the child.

“We have to wait until appa gets home,” Sehun sighs. “It’s okay, Sehun can wait.”

Yixing frowns. Who lets a kid starve? He really needs to have a talk with Mr. Kim later. Maybe they can arrange something. “No, Sehun doesn’t need to wait,” he says.

In no time, Yixing manages to whip something from… well, almost nothing. The man is really proud of himself because hey, did he really just prepare a decent meal with a very empty refrigerator? Yes. He didn’t even call food delivery.

And while he is praising himself inside his head, the door suddenly swings open and Sehun perks up. ‘Appa!’

Yixing freezes, he doesn’t know why. It is involuntary. ‘Sehun-ah, a—oh. Teacher Zhang?’

The taller male tries to smile, he succeeds somehow. ‘H-hello! I, uhh,’ he bows quickly, ‘I hope you don’t mind! I walked Sehun home and he was hungry so—‘

‘Appa, come look!’ the little boy is already dragging his father to the dining table, with his briefcase and all. Even though Junmyeon is very tired, he still has a smile on for his little precious one. ‘See! Teacher Zhang cooked us dinner, isn’t he great!’

‘Yes, he is great.’

Yixing blushes hard. ‘Oh, it’s nothing.’

‘Nothing?!’ Junmyeon exclaims and puts his briefcase away. ‘This is amazing! We had nothing in our refrigerator. Only glass noodles? And maybe some veggies here and there. But this!’

Yixing attempts to stay composed. ‘I did my best. Ha. Ha.’

Junmyeon finally looks up and smiles at the shy man. ‘You did great. Thank you. Uhm,’ he pauses and looks at the two sets of utensils on the table, ‘please join us.’

‘Oh! No no no,’ Yixing shakes his head, ‘it’s fine. I’m going to go—‘

Sehun stomps his foot and pouts. ‘Teacher Zhang, please! Please, please, please!’

When Yixing notices how both father and son are pouting at him, he sighs. How can anyone say no to them?

After dinner, Sehun gets an hour for TV then it’s off to bed he goes. Junmyeon tells Yixing to stay since Sehun really, really likes his company but Yixing decides he has stayed for too long. He bids them goodbye but before the door actually closes, Junmyeon steps out of the apartment as well.

‘I know this is so out of the blue but, uhm.’

Yixing can see how Junmyeon is struggling to finish the sentence so he smiles and urges him to go on. ‘You can tell me anything.’

‘Right. Uhh, Sehun is a nice kid. I am so blessed to have such a good son, who doesn’t demand a lot. But I don’t think I’m being a good father. I can’t give him what he wants the most, I mean, I can, but my work won’t allow it. And that is, company.’

There is a pause and Yixing nods, motioning Junmyeon to continue.

‘I am wondering….? If you can do this more often?’ Junmyeon lets out an awkward chuckle.

‘Have dinner with you guys?’ Yixing says back, slightly confused. Junmyeon is too cute, he can’t think.

‘I, well,’ Junmyeon laughs, ‘yes, that would be great.’

Yixing flushes hard, again. ‘Oh, you meant to say, bring him home and make dinner.’

The shorter male winces and scratches the back of his head. ‘When you put it that way, it sounds like I’m trying to get you to be our nanny.’

Yixing shrugs. ‘I can do that.’

‘It’s just that Sehun really likes you—wait, what? Are you agreeing to it?’

‘I like Sehun too. In fact, I think I’m pretty biased,’ Yixing laughs to himself. ‘He’s very adorable. Okay, I’ll do it. I want Sehun’s company as much as he wants mine.’

Junmyeon breathes out a sigh of relief. ‘That’s good. And the payment—‘

‘Oh, oh please don’t. You don’t have to,’ Yixing states. ‘Like I said, I want it as much as Sehun and you.’ The shorter man starts to frown and wants to retaliate when Yixing continues, ‘I usually eat dinner alone since my roommate is often not home at that time. He’s a DJ. So I want to thank you for this offer.’

‘Okay,’ Junmyeon smiles. ‘See you tomorrow?’

‘See you tomorrow,’ Yixing nods and turns to leave. He makes his way to the elevator and presses the down button. All the time, he knows Junmyeon is watching and that makes him a little tense. He gets in and turns around, only to confirm that Junmyeon is watching him.

Just when the elevator door is about to close, Junmyeon calls out. ‘Teacher Zhang?’

‘Hmm?’ Yixing looks up and makes sure the door stays open.

‘Want to have dinner this weekend?’

‘Oh, yeah, sure,’ Yixing blinks. Weekends too?

Junmyeon smiles. ‘Okay, I’ll have my cousin babysit Sehun. Get home safe.’

Yixing returns the smile and waves. Just when the door closes, it hits him. ‘Did Junmyeon just ask me out?’

Yes, Yixing.

x i know it's been awhile, i'm sorry! but i want to come back to writing.... i missed it. so yay ヽ(´▽｀)/