Sixteen year old Taemin pulled into the driveway, grabbing his bag as he stepped out of his car. He locked the car as he walked up the steps to the front door, smiling as he heard the birds chirping. He opened the unlocked door, smiling when he heard his umma singing some old Beach Boys song.

"Umma, I'm home!" Taemin called into the house, taking his shoes off at the front door.

His umma's singing stopped, "Okay, baby! Did you have a good day?"

Taemin laughed as he heard his umma's loud humming, walking into the living room where his umma was folding laundry on the coffee table.

"Yeah, it was alright. Some jocks destroyed my music booklet, but I made copies of the ones I was serious about, so it's okay." Taemin smiled indifferently.

"Yah! Do I need to kick their a-"

"No, umma. Kai and I handled it." Taemin smirked, kissing his umma's cheek as he walked down the hall and into his room.

"Oh, okay. What do you want for dinner tonight, kiddo?" Key called out.

"I don't know. Kai's gonna come over in a little bit and take me out for milk tea, though, so I probably won't be back till after five." Taemin called as he changed his clothes.

"Okay, do you need any cash?" Key picked up the folded towels, walking down the hall to put them into the closet.

"Nah, I got enough. But thanks!" Taemin smiled, walking into his bathroom and fixing his hair. He really needed to get a hair cut soon, his hair was falling into his eyes.

He bit his lip as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, trying to figure out what to do with his shoulder length hair. He sighed, grabbing a hair tie and putting half of it up, fixing his bangs to be swept off to the side.

He stared at the drawer of makeup his umma had for him, debating with himself whether or not he should put some on. He knew Kai secretly loved it when he did, but he was unsure if he wanted to go through the trouble of putting it on.

He heard a knock at the door, "Come in."

Key walked through the door, smiling at his son through the mirror. "Can umma help you?"

Taemin turned around, smiling as he nodded. Key clapped his hands softly, cackling to himself as he opened the drawer of makeup. He loved playing dress up with his son.

"Sit on the toilet." Key commanded, and Taemin rolled his eyes, sitting down.

Key grabbed the eyeliner, putting the brown liquid on his son's eyes. Not enough to make him look stupid, but enough to make him look irresistible.

"Don't put too much, I don't wanna look like a e!" Taemin whined as he felt him umma put more makeup on him.

"Yah! I would not make my son look like a e!" Key playfully swatted Ta