Taeyong carefully put the furniture one by one into a box in front of him. Line of sweat could be seen soaked through his clothes and adorned his temple. He huffed a sigh, looking at several books and a bunch of parchments he still needed to pack. Looks like it won't be finished in an hour or so.

"Huaaaaaa! Hyuuungggg!"

On the other side of the room, a five year old kid was crying his heart out with his face planted on the floor. Not far, a boy who seems a bit older than him was rolling on his stomach laughing until his throat hurt. He didn't see an older copycat of him walking to their side with a furious look painted in his face.

"What are you doing to your brother, boy?"

He still didn't notice his father presence who was standing behind his back until he felt his ears were being pulled.

"Aah, I didn't do anything, Daddy. Chenle tripped himself!"

Chenle, who seems to have stopped crying,  was smirking while seeing his brother being scolded by their father. Taeyong who saw this only shaked his head and ruffle his dark brown hair.

"God, what do I do to have two satan's spawns as sons?"

Didn't seem to noticed his father's short mental break, Chenle just hugged his father knee while looking up at him with his bright brown eyes. His eyes lit up at a thought that run in his little head.

"Mark hyung said we will ride an airplane! When are we going, Daddy?"

Taeyong looked at the gaze full of anticipation in his youngest son eyes. He lifted him up in the air and settle him in his hip before answering his question.

"Tomorrow, son. We are going home tommorrow."

Poster by Deer-and-Bread's Dear Deer Graphics Shop.❤

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