“Nothing.”

“Nawteeng.”

“Thing.”

“Teeng.”

Yifan groaned. 

“Junmyeon, blow through a tiny space between your teeth and your tongue.”

“...teeng.”

Yifan released a deep sigh.

“It's not that hard! C'mon, let's do it again. Nothing.”

“Naw— I give up!” 

“Wha— you can't just— Junmyeon, hey, come back here!”

The taller chased the other who was stomping his feet all the way to his bedroom.

“We still have F and P!” 

“They're the same and I'm tired!” Junmyeon whined, still facing away from the other as he trudged up the stairs with his short legs.

“What do you mean they're the same? They're absolutely different— Junmyeon!” Yifan hollered but the other just continued on his way. 

Minseok shook his head in amusement as he watched the two throwing complaints at each other back and forth.

His husband circled his arms around him from the back, propping his chin on the shorter's shoulder. Luhan plants a small kiss on his neck.

“Why did we get a 9 year old teach our 7 year old basic English, again?”  Luhan asked as he too trained his eyes on the two boys still chasing each other on the wooden stairs, albeit slowly like snails.

“That's a question only Sehun's boyfriend can answer.”

“I don't really understand how this kid is Zitao's nephew.” Luhan murmured, eyes on the panting Yifan and comparing the youngster to his supposed uncle, a Wushu extraordinaire.

“Maybe he's here for a reason.”

“Junmyeon's potential boyfriend?”

“Shut up. They're still too young.”

“Yes, dear.”

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Last one before I go to sleep :) And I'll do my best to make these longer as our mother sheep, changdeol, suggested ♥ Hope yall liked this! G'night from the PH! :*