SORRY FOR THE FALSE ALARM YESTERDAY.
I FORGOT TO HIDE THE CHAPTER WHILE SAVING IT. I'M SO STUPID. SO HERE THE REAL ONE.ENJOY. 

Happy Birthday, Kim Junmyeon. 

A/n : not edited

“We have a dinner date with my family next weekend."

"What?"

"You heard me, Love."

"Yifan..." He whined.

"What's wrong, honey bunch?"

Junmyeon blushed,embarrassed. His hand quickly landed a hit on Kris' solid chest."I told you already. Don't call me that!"

Kris chuckled as he caught Junmyeon's wrist before wrapped it around his neck. His other hand quickly dragged his boyfriend closer."What's wrong with that?"

Junmyeon's other hand immediately find its way to Kris' neck too. "It's embarrassing. We're not that-" His breath hitched when he felt Kris' lips start leaving kisses on his neck. "- young anymore.."

Kris let out a small chuckle, hot breath caressing Junmyeon's now sensitive neck, making him shivered. "I don't see age is a problem there. I'd still call you baby when you're already eighty, full of wrinkles ,grew white hair, and even we've probably had a teenage grandchilds that times."

Junmyeon couldn't help but laughed and hit his stupid, romantic boyfriend again on the chest."Geez..you're so cheesy." After the boys finally accepted them, Kris became more and more cheesy. 

"But you loved it." Kris said, flashing his goofy smile that always made Junmyeon's heart warm with so much affection towards the taller man.

"God, stop it. You're avoiding my question earlier!" 

"What questions?“ Kris asked as his lips started working again down Junmyeon's neck. He paid extra attention to his boyfriend's weak spot, making the latter completely weak on his embrace.

"Fan.." Junmyeon whimpered, struggle to keep his mind straight. Even though they were in Kris' room right now, but he couldn't let his desire taking control because having a childrens means no privacy. Jongin or Sehun could barge in anytime because Kris never locked his bedroom door. His sons never liked it if he does since they always crawled into their daddy's bed at night sometimes, especially during nightmares or storm.So, it's became a habit. 

"Hurmm.."Kris replied, voice muffled by Junmyeon's neck.

"You s-should stop this..we c-c'ant.." His voice shaken, struggling to not let out any embarrassing noise. But the moment Kris and his hot tongue on the weak spot behind his ear, Junmyeon let out a tiny moan.

"." He heard Kris cursed. His big hands, then slowly sliding into Junmyeon's dress shirt, making contact with his bare skin. It's burning everywhere he touched and Junmyeon getting weaker. He felt Kris' lips touched his ear shell before nibbled his earlobe. "God, baby..I want you." He groaned, voice dangerously low and husky.

Junmyeon shivered. He gasped when Kris bit his jaw softly, while his hands still caressing Junmyeon's burning skin underneath his shirt."Yi- yifan..please.."

"Please what, love?" Kris asked. His lips moving down to Junmyeon's neck again, at the same time his hand slowly undid a few of the shirt buttons,  revealing his boyfriend collar bone and pale chest. Kris a breath at the y view. "Mine." He growled and start peppering kisss there. "Tell me what you want, love"

Junmyeon the other hand already hot and dizzy with the growing desire,  couldn't even gave a coherent response at that. His breath hitched again when Kris' sinful mouth and tongue  did something to his collar bone. 

"Fan.."

"Baby.." Kris grunted. His breath a little heavy. "God, you're so gorgeous. You had no idea what I want to do to you right now. I wanted to make you all mine. I want you. So bad." 

Junmyeon couldn't help but shuddered. Kris' y deep voice coating with heavy desire, making him all hot and weak. He wanted his boyfriend too. He wanted Kris.

"I want yo-"

Knock knock.

Both of them instantly jumped, eyes on the bedroom door. 

"Junmyeon?" A voice called. Luhan. " Are you in there?"

Kris gritted his teeth."This better be important or I'll kill him." He then reluctantly detached himself from Junmyeon who chuckled softly. Breathless. "Button your shirt, love" Kris added before headed to the door. 

Junmyeon glanced down at his dress shirt and blushed. All the buttons almost undid already. Sighing, his fingers quickly button them back, finished at the same time Kris opened the door.

 “What do you want, Lu?" Kris asked with annoyed tone, clearly doesn't like their private moment interrupted by his cousin. 

Luhan frowned. "What's with that tone, Yi-" He paused. His eyes scanned Kris' disheveled hair, flushed cheeks and swollen lips for a second before a smirk slowly tugged on his lips. "Am I interrupting something?"

Junmyeon almost squeaked a no but Kris beat him. "You think?  So, this better be important."

 Luhan's smirk grew wider before he shrugged."Sorry to interrupt then, but Junmyeon's phone keeps ringing since earlier."  

Junmyeon's ears perked up at that. "My phone?"

Luhan looked past Kris' tall body and nodded."Yeah, you left it at the boy's playroom. The call from Jongdae though.Might be important."

Junmyeon quickly headed to the door and took the phone from the Chinese man. He checked the call log and there's three missed calls from his brother. Jongdae rarely called for three times straight if he's not answering at first unless it's important. "I need to call him. Excuse me for a while."

Kris and Luhan nodded, and Junmyeon quickly left the room, leaving the cousins. He dialed Jongdae's number and at the fourth rings,  he answered."Hyung!"

"What's up?"

"Are you still at Wu's?"

"Yes. Why? Is something happened?" Junmyeon asked, a little worried. 

"Can you come back home now?" Come the replied. His brother's voice a little shaky. 

"Hey,