Chapter 15

"Are you okay?" Zitao came into the room, watching Sehun sitting on their bed. After Joonmyun and Taeyeon had left, everyone else had went to their separate rooms as well, with not much exchange of words.

Sehun nodded.

"I can see that you're not fine, don't lie to me," Zitao stated and sat down next to his husband.

Sehun sighed and looked at Zitao. "What did he mean by he can't trust me with anything? Am I that dumb?"

Zitao tilted his head and furrowed his brows. "What are you talking about? You're not dumb. You're not stupid. You're actually pretty smart and handy - even more than you think yourself," he said.

Sehun looked away from him again. "No, I'm not. Joonmyun hyung is right; why trust me with anything?"

Zitao took his hand. "Don't even say that. Why do you torture yourself like that? Hey." Zitao put his index finger under Sehun's chin and made him look at him again. "Don't listen to Joonmyun hyung. Always remember this: I chose to have kids with you. How is that not to show that you can be trusted? That is the greatest responsibility you can put on another human being." Sehun couldn't help but smile a little at Zitao's words.

"How did you become so smart?" he said and Zitao smirked with a shrug.

"I learned from you." He pecked Sehun's cheek.

"Wait, you obviously don't trust me very much, as you were taking our kid away from me," Sehun said after a moment, remembering back on the incident by the pool.

"What?!" Zitao couldn't help but laugh slightly. "That wasn't because I didn't trust you with him! I was just worried and wanted to check if he was okay. Don't take my actions so seriously!"

"And how come you're not upset about Joonmyun hyung's words? They were directed at you too," Sehun questioned.

Zitao just shrugged. "I can't blame him. It's true. I'm a mess, why trust me with anything?"

"Hey, I trust you!"

"Yeah, but you're not too smart." Zitao stuck his tongue out teasingly and Sehun slapped him on the shoulder with a laugh.

In Taemin and Jongin's room, Jongin was pacing in front of Taemin who sat on the bed, quietly following him with his eyes. Taemin was patiently waiting for Jongin to speak up about what was bothering him. He knew that it wouldn't help to push him, and that Jongin only needed time before he could complain about what was bothering him.

"Why?!" Jongin finally spat out. "Why did he say he didn't forgive me? Who does he think he is?! Does he expect me to wait patiently in my room for his forgiveness, like he's some sort of God and I can't go on with my life without him?! I don't care about him! Not that I think there's something to forgive! I didn't do anything wrong." He sat down with a heavy sigh. "Actually I did do something wrong. How could I leave the kids with Sehun?!" He stood up again, starting to pace around and hitting his forehead with his palm. "Not that I don't trust Sehun, but because there were so many small kids to handle. I can't forgive myself. I see how he can't trust me. I'm so irresponsible." Suddenly his mood changed again. "But how dare he put my stupidity on the others?! I mean, sure Zitao can be a little dumb sometimes, but don't blame him for what I did! And the same goes for Sehun; it wasn't his fault that he trusted me! How was he supposed to handle seven small kids who barely know how to swim? I was careless! But Joonmyun hyung is not supposed to punish them!" He turned and stared at Taemin who just looked patiently up at him. Taemin waited for a few seconds - as if to make sure Jongin was finished - before he said anything.

"Listen." He stood up, watching Jongin carefully. "You are not irresponsible, my loving and wonderful husband. You are so smart and caring, and I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be with you. Don't listen to Joonmyun hyung; it was just a moment of rage. He was just worried about Minki and didn't think about what he was saying. He loves you all very much and of course he knows he can trust you guys." Taemin put his arms lovingly around Jongin, but Jongin didn't acknowledge him and just looked like he hadn't really heard what Taemin said.

"You're wrong. I can be trusted and so can the others. But Joonmyun hyung did think through what he said. He always does." Jongin lightly wiggled himself free from Taemin's loving arms and walked out the door. "Joonmyun!" Jongin harshly knocked on Joonmyun and Taeyeon's bedroom door, ignoring all about formal pronouns to his elders.

Joonmyun opened the door. "What?" he asked.

"I don't care about you belittling me, but you have to think twice before belittling my friends! You do not have the rights to talk bad and make assumptions about Zitao and Sehun on my behalf! It was my fault that Minki fell into the water, not Sehun's. The pain is on my shoulders. If you have to punish anyone, punish me, but let him out of this. And before you do or say anything, I do not need your forgiveness. I do not need you, when you treat us like that." He turned around and was about to walk back into his room, where he would probably find a pretty dumfounded Taemin, but Joonmyun grabbed his wrist. He hadn't left Joonmyun speechless, as he had hoped for. Of course this damn leader wanted to settle things right away.

Joonmyun stared firmly at Jongin, and Jongin could do nothing but sigh and follow him through the doorway.

"Taeyeon-sweetie, can you leave us for a moment, please?" Joonmyun asked Taeyeon, who nodded and left the room, closing the door to leave the two men alone.

Jongin sat down heavily on Joonmyun and Taeyeon's bed, refusing to look at the older.

"Jongin," Joonmyun started as he stood in front of him. "We need to settle this. I don't want you to be mad at me, I don't want you to feel like you don't want me in your life. Because I like being in yours, and I like being in Taemin's and the kids'. So can we please talk about this?"

Jongin still didn't look at him, but he didn't argue against him and Joonmyun decided to take this as a yes.

"I'm sorry that I got mad at you. And I'm sorry that I got mad at Sehun. And I am really sorry that I blamed Zitao as well. I didn't mean any of it. I was just scared and shocked about what had happened. I was scared that something had happened with Minki. I'm sorry. I should have thought before speaking. Can you forgive me?" Joonmyun looked at Jongin and hoped he would look at him.

Finally Jongin did, and he nodded. "Of course. I would be dead scared too if something happened to my kids." Joonmyun smiled lightly at him and sat down next to him on the bed.

"And I know you don't need my forgiveness," he said. "But I still forgive you. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Well, I should have thought a bit more before leaving all the kids with Sehun," Jongin admitted. "But I'm thankful that you forgive me." He smiled to Joonmyun, who smiled back. The two sat a bit in silence.

"I can't believe you blamed Zitao!" Jongin suddenly blurted out with a laugh.

"I know!" Joonmyun laughed too. "Like how could I blame that little kid?! He's my first child! He's too innocent to be blamed. I can't be mad at him." Joonmyun smiled and Jongin smiled too. They were good friends once again; luckily, because if they hadn't talked about it, they both would have always kept it close to themselves and that would have left scars. That's just how they were.

"So how was the city?" Jongdae sat on the bed, watching Kyungsoo as he changed his shirt.

"Fine." He shrugged, ing his grey shirt, one button at a time. "There was actually a nice restaurant that seemed pretty good. We thought about going there tonight with everyone, but considering the incident..."

"What are you talking about?!" Jongdae exclaimed, almost jumping up and down on the bed. Kyungsoo looked at him with big surprised eyes. "We should totally go! It sounds wonderful!"

Kyungsoo looked at him, as if his husband had been eating iron nails. "Uh, have you totally forgotten about the incident? You know, the little misunderstanding about Minki falling into the pool and Joonmyun hyung blaming everything and everyone," Kyungsoo said, as if it was no big deal, but in reality it was.

Jongdae rolled his eyes and insisted. "Please! It would be so much fun! And I'm serious: that is clearly the thing we all need after a thing like this." Kyungsoo looked questioningly at him. "To have fun!" he exclaimed. "We need to have fun and put this thing behind us as fast as possible."

"Yeah, I'm sure Joonmyun hyung would appreciate you calling it 'this thing'. It was only his son falling into the pool and nearly drowning," Kyungsoo said ironically, rolling his eyes. "No big deal."

Jongdae pursed his lips, pretending to be offended. "I'm serious. Besides, he didn't drown and it was only a small accident. No harm done." After a short thinking break, he stood up from the bed with a smirk, walking towards the small frame of a man who was in the middle of buttoning his clean shirt. "Or..." Jongdae s his arms around Kyungsoo's torso, placing his hands on Kyungsoo's chest. "We could just go ourselves," he whispered sensually and seductively and started placing small kisses on Kyungsoo's neck.

"Stop it," Kyungsoo said, though his voice was barely a whisper. He had unconsciously stopped midway in buttoning his shirt. He hated to admit it, but he loved Jongdae's small kisses on his neck, and most of all, he hated that Jongdae knew he couldn't resist it. He couldn't contain himself and barely let out a small moan. Jongdae smirked against Kyungsoo's skin.

"You like it," he said. "You can't hide it from me. Neither can your moans."

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"You know we can't do this."

"Give me one reason we can't."

"The kids..."

Jongdae sighed. "They're not coming in here. The door is locked."

"No, it's not."

"It will be in a second."

"No, don't," Kyungsoo said, as Jongdae had moved to the door. Kyungsoo smiled sadly at Jongdae. "We can't. You know we can't. This is not the time nor place..."

"This is the exact time and place!" Jongdae said. "We're on vacation, and we're sure the others won't disturb us because they're either busy fighting or distracting the kids. There isn't another perfect moment like this one!"

Kyungsoo sighed. "I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it or wasn't in the mood." Jongdae smirked. "But we can't. We just can't." Jongdae sighed too and walked back to the centre of the room where he'd been a moment before, looking at the floor.

"I know," he mumbled.

Kyungsoo patted his head. Then he turned away and started buttoning his shirt again.

"Would you stop looking at me like that?" Kyungsoo exclaimed, as he could see, with the help of the mirror placed on the closet he was standing by, that Jongdae was staring at him. Jongdae stared at Kyungsoo with sadness, yet lust in his eyes - if that was even possible. Jongdae groaned and stood up.

"Fine." He went out the door and instead went to the living room.

"Hey hey!" Baekhyun said, as he noticed Jongdae come into the room they were sitting in. He and Chanyeol was lying on the couch; Baekhyun between Chanyeol's long legs, resting his head against his husband's chest, and Chanyeol with his hands around Baekhyun. Baekhyun was unconsciously playing with Chanyeol's long fingers. "What have you been doing?" Baekhyun asked Jongdae with a teasing smirk.

Jongdae stopped in his tracks, looking at Baekhyun with furrowed eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Don't lie to me. You and Kyungsoo were totally doing some good stuff, if you know what I mean. You were turning up the heat. You were..."

"Okay okay, I know what you're talking about!" Jongdae interrupted, knowing that Baekhyun could go on in forever. "Nothing happened." Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. "Nothing serious happened. We stopped before... doing anything more." Baekhyun kept playing with Chanyeol's fingers, as he waited for Jongdae to continue. "Kyungsoo didn't dare. You know, with the kids around and all." He sat down in an armchair across the two lovebirds.

"We can distract the kids for you, if you'd like," Chanyeol said and Baekhyun grinned.

"No, don't!" Jongdae said warningly, as he knew that even though the two might sound jokingly, they would set up the whole thing, doing whatever it would take to distract everyone, but then afterwards tease and hold it against them. Then he became serious as he hesitantly told his two best friends how he felt. "I get why Kyungsoo doesn't want to. I don't blame him! I don't want to risk it either. And I love our small cuddly moments, even though we don't go further... but it would just be nice if we could have one spectacular night without wondering about the kids and all." Then he sent a warning look to the two once again. "With that being said: I don't want you to set up anything! Understood?" Baekhyun and Chanyeol looked at each other and grinned, before nodding towards Jongdae.

Kyungsoo came into the living room.

"Why don't you give Chen-Chen what he wants?" Baekhyun asked, and Kyungsoo stopped in his tracks, just like Jongdae did before. Jongdae placed his palm in his face and shook his head.

"Baekhyun, please stop," he said and Baekhyun giggled. "Come here." Jongdae patted the place next to him for Kyungsoo to sit. It was an armchair so there wasn't much space, and Kyungsoo hesitated, but Jongdae convinced him and dragged Kyungsoo down to sit on his lap.

"Jongdae just told us that you don't put out," Chanyeol said, and Kyungsoo furrowed his eyebrows looking at the two giggling in the couch, before looking at Jongdae.

"I didn't say that," Jongdae tried to convince him. Then he sighed. "Well, I didn't mean anything bad with it."

Kyungsoo just looked at him.

"Why don't you give him want he wants? I hear he has to beg you for it," Baekhyun said. His face was serious, but his tone teasing.

Again Kyungsoo just looked at Jongdae.

Jongdae sighed. "Don't listen to them. They just want to create conflict."

Kyungsoo suddenly stood up.

"Where are you going?" Jongdae asked.

"To the bed," Kyungsoo just said, continuing walking.

"What?!" Jongdae said with wide eyes. Baekhyun and Chanyeol also looked at Kyungsoo's back with shocked expressions.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want you to beg for it, Jongdae. Besides, I want it, you want it. Why don't we just do it? Right here, right now. It's not like we have responsibilities for something or someone." Kyungsoo walked towards their door without turning to look at the three dumbfounded.

"You coming?" He finally turned his head, when he stood by the door. Jongdae stared at him with wide eyes, before he finally realized what Kyungsoo was doing. He sighed.

"Come back here," Jongdae said, and Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow, but didn't move. "I'm sorry. I respect you for feeling so much responsibility towards the kids. If you don't want to, I don't want to. I'm not going to beg." Kyungsoo still just looked at Jongdae, apparently waiting for something. Jongdae hesitated. "I've already said I'm sorry?"

Kyungsoo sighed and slowly made it towards the living room again. "I don't want you to do it for me. I want you to do it on your own behalf. I don't want to feel like I'm pushing you away from me."

Jongdae took his hand when Kyungsoo stood in front of him. "You're not. I know that. I love you. If I told you that I didn't want to, I would be lying. Because let's face it; I can't keep my hands off of you." Kyungsoo blushed. "But let's wait." Kyungsoo smiled slightly and Jongdae pulled him down on his lap again and kissed his cheek. "And I'm sorry for telling the two chipmunks about it."

"Chipmunks?" Baekhyun quacked. "If anyone's chipmunks, it's you two!"

"We're beagles!" Chanyeol agreed.

Jongdae laughed. "Three beagles and a squishy!"

A/N: Good evening! ^_^

So, I know their quarrel was a bit exaggerated, but.... who cares? There's going to be more quarrels within the team btw, but every friendship has their ups and downs, right? I hope you don't mind the drama~

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