"Where are we going?" Hanbin asks, eyebrows knitted up as his interest sparks. The dark scowl that foreshadows his aristocratic face has long gone, as it is subtituted with the sheer of child-like delight in his sharp onyxes. 

It is always like this. Bobby is busy with his work schedule, and Hanbin, being a bunch of insecurities and anxieties he always is, starts to worry even over the simplest things. Yet, even when things are overboard, Hanbin can never stay mad at the older guy for too long.

He guesses it is just one of Bobby's charms. Or perhaps, Hanbin is just too smitten with the rapper to hold grudges against him.

Bobby only smiles, the smile is so bright it can even light up Hanbin's dull sky. 

"To Bora-bora Island off we go!" He exclaims, hands thrown up in the air as excitement evaporates from his body, before seconds later, as if Bobby's goofy grin is contagious, Hanbin's plump lips tugged up into a sweet smile. The younger boy does not buy it, though.

"What even!" Hanbin remarks, slapping Bobby's back. Mentally, he makes note to do it gently. There is no way Hanbin can ever hurt the love of his life. Not now. Or ever.

Bobby stops him mid-air, a pair of calloused hands grabs his wrists, although the tenderness never leaves his orbs.

"I'm serious though, baby." He mutters, his voice sounds slurred and lazy as it always is, but Hanbin understands better than that.

He only stares up at him, his lips curved up in a thin line, a silent plea for Bobby to continue, "I missed you," Bobby confesses. And Hanbin knows his boyfriend enough to notice the guilty which coats the husky voice, even if the other swiftly adds to cover it up, "Besides! We're gonna take the VIP seats!" Bobby tries again, trying to sound more convincing this time, "And.." Hanbin tilts his head, full of curiosity as Bobby fakes a cough, "We.. We can make babies there!"

Hanbin blinks.

Once.

Twice.

Thri-

"I know it! You asked me out because you're so , right? Are you bribing me now, mister?"

Bobby groans. Taking hold of Hanbin's hand, he shakes his head again and again — hoping that Hanbin will not be in his smart mode.

"B-But Hanbin! You want the babies, though!" He splutters in his defense. When Hanbin's gaze pierces right through him in a judging look, he redefines his words, "or do you not?"

Hanbin scrunches his nose, the walls he has set up are crumbling down in front of the handsome face. it, since when this jerk is this clever?

Bobby seems to always know exactly which button he shall push to make Hanbin give in to him.

"No twin baby boys? Nope?"

Hanbin whines softly. That moment, Bobby knows that he, again, wins this battle.

"Fine! But I want a baby girl, too!"

"But hey, aren't two enough? How are we going to have fun if-" Bobby swallows his words at the pointed glare, so he nods, "Arrasseo! Arrasseo! We can have three." He grunts, halfheartedly. His heart immediately wavers when Hanbin is ready to beam, his facial expression softens, "I could tell the twins to look after our princess, while I'd take care of my sassy queen,"

"Assa~! You're the best, Jiwon appa!"

Hanbin cracks into laughters, white pearls peeking from his parted lips, whilst two small stars twinkle into half crescents.

There are times where Bobby is so busy to promote his album that he does not even stand a chance to meet Hanbin. When things go worse, his fate seems so blurred, yet he is more than determined to chase after his dream to be the best rapper who could compose good music. Still, in between the uncertainties, one thing that Bobby is sure of is, Hanbin's joyous laugh will always be the most melodious sound in his ear.

A/N:

Honestly I planned to make the foreword as brief as possible, but nah. Guess it just doesn't suit me.

Anyway, this story is dedicated for someone out there, someone whom I really hold dear. Thank you for staying with me, and dealing with my stubbornness and insecurity. also.. I'm sorry for hurting you. It was a very short period of time, but I am so thankful that you were by my side when I needed a shoulder to lean on.

I loved you. Perhaps, I still do.