Three days has passed since Seungho’s death. They had cremate him four days after his death, with Krystal wailing and bawling her eyes out during the whole ceremony. Sehun was there beside her all the time, holding her hands, embracing her, being a shoulder to cry on for the mourning daughter. Baekhyun thought this was how it’s supposed to be. Sehun constantly tried to look back, to see Baekhyun, to get any kind of reaction from Baekhyun, but he got none. The older male was bowing his head down the whole day. He was avoiding Sehun as best as he can, and Sehun didn’t like this at all. It was so hard for Sehun. He was determined to confront Baekhyun about this. About them.
 
               The chance came at the morning after the cremation ceremony. Sehun just woke up, feeling exhausted and sleep deprived because he had to stay up to accompany Krystal most of the night after Seungho’s death, when he found Baekhyun in the kitchen making coffee. Alone.
 
               “Good morning, Baekkie.”
 
               A small yelp was heard as the petite male tried to turn around to see who had circled their arms around his waist. When he realized who it was, he struggled to get out of the back hug he was given.
 
               “Sehun, let go. What if anybody sees?”
 
               Ignoring Baekhyun, Sehun leaned down, burying his face on the crook of Baekhyun’s smooth neck. His nose grazing at the skin, inhaling Baekhyun’s natural odor that smelled masculine, but soft, a combination of his milk and white musk scented shower cream and his tea tree scented shampoo. Sehun remembered those times in Bali where he had drifted to sleep lulled by this smell and woke up smelling this scent first thing in the morning. What had gone wrong?
 
               “Hunnie~”
 
               “Glad you’re still calling me with that nickname, baby. I missed you so much,” Sehun whispered to his lover’s ear. He can feel Baekhyun shivering, putting down the mug he was holding and resting his hands atop of his own bigger ones. But not to enjoy the hug. Baekhyun tried to pry Sehun’s arms off himself.
 
               “Sehun, please. We can’t. What if Krystal sees? What if our parents—Hun!” Baekhyun gasped when Sehun his earlobe. It turns him on, alright.
 
               “You like that, baby? We haven’t done anything since we became official, you know. I know you respect marriage a lot, but.. sometimes.. rules are made to broken, right?”
 
               Confused by Sehun’s weird act, once again Baekhyun tried to wiggle out of Sehun’s hold. When finally Baekhyun was free from Sehun’s hold, he couldn’t help but whimpered at the loss, even though his instinct was to move as far as he could from the younger male. That’s when Sehun realized why Baekhyun struggled so hard to push Sehun off.
 
               “Good morning, kids,” Yoona yawned, rubbing her still sleepy eyes while Seohyun was walking past her with her eyes closed. Baekhyun and Sehun answered her with an awkward hum, then the older continued making coffee for his mother and Seohyun.
 
               “Sehun, where is—“ yawn “—your father?”
 
               Sehun blinked as the question. “Wasn’t he… supposed to sleep with you?”
 
               “Yeah, but he woke up earlier this morning. He told me—oh, thanks, sweetie,” she took the mug Baekhyun was offering, patting Baekhyun’s hand who smiled in return. “He said he was going to discuss something with Younggi. About your marriage with Krystal.”
 
               Sehun’s jaw drop. A clang of a spoon falling was heard. If they hear more carefully, they could even hear Baekhyun’s already broken heart falling to the floor. 
 
               “Baekhyun, dear, are you okay?” Seohyun looked at Baekhyun worriedly. He saw Baekhyun crouched to down, picking up the spoon he just dropped before standing up again and with a disgustingly fake grin waved the spoon to Seohyun.
 
               “I’m okay, Imo! Just.. just surprised, haha,” he said, faking a laugh too. “Ahahaha, I’m fine, Omma. Why are you looking at me like that?”
 
               Yoona saw the tears b in her son’s eyes. There is something Baekhyun is not telling her. She can see both of the boys are shocked with this news, but Baekhyun’s reaction is a bit.. too much?
 
               Yoona didn’t have the chance to answer because suddenly laughter of two joyful fathers echoed in the room as Hwasal and Younggi entered the room with a gleeful expression.
 
               “Ah, there you are,” Seohyun greet her husband. Hwasal walked closer to his wife and plant a kiss to her forehead, just like Younggi who did the same to his wife. “So, how’s the discussion?”
 
               Hwasal didn’t answer her directly. He looked at Sehun, who was still showing a confused expression on his face. Hwasal smiled at his son as he let out a long sigh. “My son,” he looked at Sehun. “I made a promise to Seungho, that night in Jeju, when we saw the love sparkling from both of Krystal and your eyes, I made a promise to him that I guarantee the happiness Krystal deserves. I guarantee it by giving my blessings to your love, to your relationship. And I promised Seungho, that I will keep your words to Krystal that night before you went back to Bali, when you said you are going to marry her.”
 
               “Appa, I—“
 
               “Seungho is gone now,” he stopped for a while, glancing at Yoona and Younggi who gave him an encouraging smile to continue his words, while he can feel his wife tightened her hold on his waist to support him. “But as you can see Younggi and Yoona is practically her parents now. They gave you and Krystal their blessings as well, and we had just talk to the priest to set the date of your marriage.”
 
               “What?? Appa!”
 
               “Both of you will have an engagement party here, in Seoul next week, and the wedding will be held in Bali three months after your engagement day—“
 
               “Wait, Appa, isn’t this too—“
 
               “We thought that the sooner the better. Because Krystal needs someone in her life, someone she can hold on to, someone to lean on since her father is not with her anymore. And you, my son, I can see you love her with your heart, just as much as she loves you. I’m sure you will take care of her.”
 
               “But—“
     Sehun’s protest was not finished, though, because he heard Yoona called out to her son.

               “Baekhyun? Baekhyun, son, where are you—Baekhyun!”
 
               Sehun wasn’t able to continue his protests as he saw Baekhyun ran out of the kitchen. He can hear a door slammed close.
 
               “What happened? Why is he—is he going to be okay?”
 
               Seohyun asked Yoona in a worried tone. Yoona was not sure herself, but her husband assured her that Baekhyun was probably shocked at the fact that his best friend are going to m