[ A/N : No armyau is complete without a certain scene so here I am again! Honestly, I really appreciate military and I have a military background so it feels home. Call this an epilogue? Extra chapter??? This is specially for every person who took the time to read and appreciate this little one-shot! Take this as a thanks because I couldn't have asked for better readers. I CRI. Hope I do not disappoint you! T.T ]

Kibum paced around the hall, a hand on his hip and the other constantly massaging his temple. He bounced his eyes between Sooyoung and the room Taemin was last seen in, muttering curses under his breath for the loudness that didn't seem to halt anytime soon. Hwan wailed his lungs out as Sooyoung rocked him in her arms, mouthing something in baby-language but it was as if the baby was possessed by the devil himself and no matter what language she chose to coo him with, he would only wail louder. The nuisance dressed in baby blue romper fisted his tiny arms and flailed them, hitting sooyoung's shoulder with powerless punches while she efforted to bounce him up and down, looking vexed. 

"Taemin better not find out about this." Kibum frowned into the phone, eyes rolling to the back of his head when Hwan broke into sobs.

"I don't think he is smart enough." The baby's father assured from the other end, earning himself a scoff from the feline man. 

"Choi Minho, you're one ungrateful piece of – Noona can you take him inside, he's so noisy, God!" Concluding, Kibum hissed as he his heels to face Sooyoung who looked dead with dark circles and a strenuous expression painted over her face. With his face contorted in a mixture of pure vexation at the 8 months old, Kibum clicked his mouth and peeled his attention off from the sobbing baby when Minho piped in rather defensively.

"Hey don't talk about my son like that – That's Hwan right?" The tone Minho chose only told him that he was in no way guilty of the pain in the  his son was being in his wife's absence for 2 minutes and it took him all the patience in the world to not return the man's mock with a punch through the screen.

"No, some kid I bought on eBay because I don't have enough responsibilities–" Kibum deadpanned, searching for the sight of his self-claimed son magically appearing to hush his ball of tears. "Where in the world is Taemin?!"

"He's in the washroom! – Aw baby your mum didn't teleport to mars~ Shhh~" Sooyoung answered for him, hand gently resting on the lower back of the baby, face inching in to rub her nose against her nephew's.

"Why the hell is he crying so much? What did you do??"Came the grave voice; was the agitation getting to him or he was just feigning it? Kibum had no clue so he countered the claim with an intelligent remark, or so he thought. 

"I told him his father is Choi Minho. Kid didn't stop crying ever since." 

"Oh God there is no stop button, is there?" Minho heard his noona in a distance, still coaxing his son into a calm state which he seemed to have left in the skies. Sooyoung began poking his stomach, sides, wherever she could reach in hope to make the baby laugh. "Is it this? Or....this? Perhaps this?" She ended with a stretched grin as she poked his small button-nose (Which she could fight over for it being identical to that of Minho's), to which Hwan momentarily halted his sobs and let loose a series of teary-eyed giggles. However as soon as she thought she had the much-awaited win, Hwan dramatically paused his big brown tear-oozing eyes before pouting and breaking into a crying mess. "Aigoo~ Tae spoiled you too much. You won't stop unless you see his face, would you?" Sooyoung pulled him to her shoulder and rotated from side to side, rubbing circles on his back. She threw a concerned look towards a rather irated Kibum who now had his eyebrows pulled in and face looking darker than usual. "Is he hungry? I think he's hungry."

"Taemin!! Come collect your ball of tears!" Kibum hollered, pulling the phone a good few inches away from his ear to not make Choi Minho lose his hearing, so if anything unintelligent was said by the baby's dad, he was ignorant about it. As if on cue he heard a crashing sound coming from Taemin's room and he had to bury the urge to whip that as soon as the boy entered. "Careful! We don't want your leg lagging behind you. Come in one piece!" 

"If you keep shouting, he'll definitely break a few decorations on his way." Minho informed matter-of-factly and Kibum swore he heard the man cackle.

"Your son is so adorable, God. Except he's a pooping and crying machine, I swear I am never having kids."

"I'll reach within 3 hours so you better pull your head out of the gutter and get him ready."

"Whatever – Tae's here, bye." Kibum muttered in one breath, catching sight of Taemin's stumbling form, looking slightly irked and wet. Whatever was he doing? "The hell. Did you starve him or something?!" The self-appointed mother circled his arms around his chest and drilled his eyes into an embarrassed Taemin, reading his every move as he took his baby from Sooyoung. 

"What?! I fed him 10 miutes ago!" He exclaimed, throwing a glare at his son. However, he was forced to put on a pout following up with a faded smile when Hwan cupped his face with his tiny hands and grinned like a Cheshire cat, completely oblivious of the stream of tears moistening his pink cheeks.  

Choi Minho, stop possessing my son.
 

It was sunday and Taemin's friends and Minho's family had planned on eating out for weeks now. Jonghyun was made incharge of finding the best restaurant in their hometown while his noonas tagged along, purposely nagging him on the fact that he did not choose the most expensive one. Mrs.Choi watched with crescent eyes as the kids rambled on among themselves on the table they had booked. However, the reason of the outing was not only to spend quality time with friends but a certain surprise plotted weeks before for the youngest (well not really because Hwan stole the title) among them. 

They wanted him to relax somewhere because all they've seen him do after Minho recovered and rejoined was wipe Hwan's and lulled the boy to sleep. Knowing for a fact that the boy always ran away from responsiblities but was slammed in the face with a 6 pounds of it in the form of his son, his hyungs, noonas and mother-in-law wanted the radiant smile they'd missed on him to return. So here they were, seated comfortably in a restaurant. Specially Kibum, who was more than delighted about the fact that Minho was finally returning for a few weeks but the mere way everyone kept nudging him into answering the questions which were going to be answered soon agitated him. 

This time, Taeyeon had hushed a rather obvious question at him and seeing the way things were going, he could feel his brain losing itself before Minho even made an entry.

"The manager knows, alright." Kibum replied, quite irked. The youngest had been observing the muffled fuss for quite a while now and being the curious one, couldn't help but lean on the table to raise an eyebrow.

"What does the manager know?" 

"Nothing." Sooyoung swiftly threw his suspicions out of the window with her famous no-need-to-worry smile. 

They chattered on while Taemin made faces at Hwan from across his place and watched his cute muddled face turn into a chubby smile. Mrs.Choi tightened her hold around the baby's abdomen and leafed through his short yet straight hair in admiration, feeling a ton of affection towards her grandson and son-in-law she couldn't hide behind that bright smile she wore. The boy was interrupted when a stranger tapped his shoulder and asked him if the chair beside him was free, to which he craned his neck to Jonghyun, who was sitting between Mrs.Choi and himself and blinked innocently.

"Hyung." He called. "That lady is asking for an extra chair. This one's free–" Taemin motioned beside him but the moment those words left his mouth, he felt every single being on his table ready to pounce on him.

"NO!" Kibum scolded simultaneous to Soojung and Jongin's exclaim. "It's reserved!" 

"Wow– what. Ok ok." The assaulted boy raised his hands in the air but did not halt his curiousness from seeping into the atmosphere."But we're 7, we can give the 8th–" Jongin, however had a lot of logical stuff to say when he cut him in.

"It's for Hwan!" For a second there, Kibum lost faith in humanity, his hands flying to shield his shady face. Taemin frowned, not buying it.

"Hwan is in mom's arms though?" Before Kibum could save the day, Jonghyun's ringtone lit the overtone, giving him a reason to escape the crime-scene.

"Be right back. Need to take a call." The man beamed, as if Obama personally gave him a call. "Don't order without me!" Taemin just followed him out of the restaurant with his eyes squinted, the alarm of wrong going off in his head.

"I'm almost there." Minho sighed over the phone. Jonghyun could hear him pulling over so he nodded dumbly.

"Everything is set. Just don't come crashing in, be a bit secretive." 

"Don't you worry." 

"Can we order now? I am starving!" Taemin whined, stabbing the table with each of his chopsticks clasped firmly.

"Ah that waiter's almost done with those customers." Kibum pointed out, constantly checking the enterance for a certain Choi's tall appearance. He kept telling himself that Choi Minho can't over something as simple as walking in but the growing anxiety had no way out until and unless his plan was successful. 

"Can you pass me the menu card–" Taemin reached his hand out for anyone to bless him but when Soojung forwarded her own to him, somehow hitting the baby's nose in the process, everyone facepalmed. 

"Soojung!" Taeyeon clicked , shaking her head as Hwan batted his long lashes for a few moments, tiny fists flying to his nose in surprise before turning into a sobbing mess. 

"I didn't mean to hurt him– Oh God, I am so sorry." Soojung had risen and was flying in to comfort the baby, taking him into her embrace and bouncing him but to no avail. Hwan only wailed more, arms raised in Taemin's direction to just come and save him from the evil noona. "Shhh~ Uljima~"  The girl ran her thumb over the fluffy round cheeks of the baby, veering in to kiss his little nose."Here let me make the oo better." 

"It's fine, It's fine, Soojung." Taemin slipped out of his chair and dashed to her side. "Give him to me." 

"It hit his nose." Soojung informed him but did not hand his son over back to him, for, she saw a towering male set foot in the restaurant. Being part of the plan, she pursed her lips, burying the urge to smile as by passing seconds, Choi Minho got nearer to their table . To Minho's luck, Taemin had his back on him and his head was too preoccupied by Hwan's little accident.  

"Aww it hit your nose?" The boy looked worried while he gently rubbed his thumb over his son's nose who was bawling his eyes out. "Is it better?" The people in the restaurant stilled on their spots, having witnessed a soldier walk in discreetly. Their eyes followed with oozing anticipating as Minho tip-toed closer after he had dropped his bag by Jongin's chair. It was about time..."No? You wanna come to me–" 

Choi Taemin's worrisome mien was halted into a befuddled one when an unknown bulky arm slipped around his shoulders, pulling him into the firm torso and the other keeping his waist in place.

"AWWW" The whole restaurant erupted into a series of aws and congrats, witnessing the man in his uniform hold onto Taemin as if his life depended on it. 

Choi Minho was a cackling mess with his nose buried into the crook of a still completely dazed Taemin's neck. Taemin held onto the arm with both hands and craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the man who was back-hugging him out of nowhere and in the middle of a restaurant. Why was everyone cheering?However the moment Minho felt him striving to find the identity of the mysterious man, he raised his head and crashed his lips onto the lucsious ones of his wife and  shamelessly.  

And when he pulled away with a noise, Taemin's eyes doubled in size.

"Hi." Minho winked with a goofy smile on his face. But, being the complete package of surprises, Taemin somehow managed to fall to the ground, out of his grip and had his hands clasped over his mouth. "What the heck!" Taemin only gawked with teary eyes, disbelieving of the man's existence at a time like this. He heard a noise and it took him a while to understand that it was coming from him. He was sobbing like a little kid! 

Although slightly irked of the whole situation for some unknown reason, Taemin dumbly sat on the restaurant floor with his hands to his mouth, ignoring the way his friends kept patting his head to stand up. 

So this was what all the weirdness was about!

"Choi Taemin's soul left the chat!" He heard Soojung chortle with Hwan in her arms. Choi Minho only hovered over him and joined in on humiliating him with his own laughs.

"Guess who's back after, what, 8 months?!" Jonghyun exclaimed, putting his arm around Minho. The referred man feigned bewilderment as he shrugged before reaching down and tugging at Taemin's arm.

"Hey! Get off the floor!" He ordered in between his cackles, never halting to try and pull him to his feet. "Can't tell if you're 8 months old or Hwan." His husband nagged, successfully bringing him to a rather wobbly stand after which Taemin wasted not a single twinkling to wrap his thin arms around Minho's chest and hid his sobbing face into his husband's safe embrace, missing the warmth to his bone. Not giving a single about the fact that he was wetting Minho's uniform with his pouring tears. "How did you like my surprise?" Minho smiled into his hair, planting a kiss on top of it.

"Hkjfnsdklvfudniioo." What the was Taemin on? Minho squeezed his frail form into his chest and guffawed in between his tender fingers running through his wife's soft locks. 

"What was that?" He questioned with a silly grin. "Stop being cute or else don't complain if I gobble you up." When he began to sense the boy calm down, with his sobs coming down from the high, he finally turned to his friends and mother and saluted with one hand.

"Welcome back, hyung." Jongin was the first to come forth and tackle him into a hug, uncaring of the small figure getting sandwiched between the taller ones. 

"For how long?" Jonghyun inquired, stepping in to greet with Kibum tagging along. 

"2 weeks at most–" Minho breathed but when he saw his mother motioning towards a certain someone in his arms and how he had not detached himself from the hovering male, he peered down and ruffled his hair."Tae, why are you clinging to me like this? I won't disintegrate into thin air." He tittered gleefully and tried to peel the leech off of him but Taemin only clinged more, shaking his head into his chest. "Am I not allowed to greet others now?" Another negation came from the petite male and it made everyone laugh. 

Taemin was forced to pull away when Taeyeon pointed at Hwan who was still in Soojung's arm and was ogling at Minho with a vengeful pair of eyes. 

"Aw sho adorable! Look at Hwan. He looks like a mixture of confused, shook and terrified." 

"He's like, who the heck is this man in that weird attire and why is he being so touchy with my mum??" Sooyoung added, failing to keep her hands to herself at the chubby cheeks of the baby as she tugged at it. Hwan only blinked, still very much confused. 

"Hiiii." Minho waved with his free hand, staring in awe at how much he had missed when he left. How he couldn't even witness his son growing from a little more than his palm's size to this grown yet still very wobbly self. Hwan, however had other plans when he entirely ignored his existence and turned away from him. "Wow, cocky like someone here." 

"Choi Minho, he doesn't appreciate your existence." Mrs.Choi shook her head in an effort to not laugh at the betrayed face her son was making.

"His face screams pure agitation. He doesn't approve you for Taemin." Kibum added to his misery with a serious tone, eyes darting directly to Taemin to give him life advices before it got out of hand. "Boy, you need to order a new man, as quick as possible." Taemin choked out a laugh, breaking free from the bear-hug and took Hwan from Soojung. The baby's face, which screamed; annoyance, curiousness and confusion now lit up to a toothless grin, going all bouncy in Taemin's arms. Soojung would be lying if she said she did not look offended and Minho looked even more irked now. 

Before Choi Minho could combust into a frowning mess, Taemin took one of Hwan's little hands and waved at Minho with it, trying to wave his lost soul back into him. 

That was a whole different point that Hwan was least interested in the man and only focused on his mother's beautiful smile as he returned a one much more wider of his own. 

"Hwan~ Look. It's Dad." Taemin swirled so that his son was now facing his daddy."Say hi~" Straight up slap in the face when Hwan placed his little fingers on Taemin's cheek and steered his attention back to his small face. 

As if shouting that he was much more interesting than the man in the weird attire. 

"Rest in peace self-esteem. I feel so rejected." Minho deadpanned. Even when Taemin tried a few more times to somehow tear the little devil's attention from himself, he could not, for, the only thing he ever wanted to see was his mother's face.

"Oh Lord, he actually hates you." Taeyeon confirmed. 

"Baby. Won't you look? It's Appa." Taemin was feeling guilty and the fact that Minho was constantly looking strained and whiny did not help either. There was no way to catch his attention when he was in Taemin's arms!

"Straight up no. Pack your stuff and take off back to your camp, Minho." Mrs.Choi took this opportunity to pat her son's shoulder, breaking into a wrinkly laugh when Minho inwardly chortled at himself. 

"Aigoo~ I'll just have to do the 2 in 1 hug." Minho finally declared, tackling his little wife and the son his arms into a bear-hug. He really couldn't help but plant a chaste kiss on those plump lips when the owner's nose was so cute and red from crying and the stupidly adorable smile that he would forward to their son was so intoxicating. However, it only managed to produce a whine from the baby. It started off as low grunts but soon changed to full-on wails. "What the– Why is he crying??" Hwan's tiny fist was prodding Minho's cheeks, powerlessly trying to push him away from.....Taemin? "The heck, he's pushing me away! What do you feed him, Taemin-ah??" 

"He started crying when you kissed Taemin!" Sooyoung joined in on the hysterical laughs by everyone on the table as if pointing out the obvious.

"Oh? Is that so?" Minho blinked before dashing in to plant a quick kiss on Taemin's unsure lips. Yes, indeed, it was true. Hwan began shaking his head and even hit Minho a few times, weakly of course, inducing a series of chuckles from his mother. "Fu–Hell. He doesn't want me anywhere near Taemin!" 

"Getting possessive over his mum huh? He's the cutest!" Taeyeon cheered in with a soft pull of his moist cheeks. 

"Hwannie, what did dad do?" Minho was back at it again, trying to make him look at him at least but the baby won't budge as he held onto Taemin's neck. "I just wanna say hi. Come on, I ain't that ugly." 

"Actually, you're pretty ugly, Choi." Kibum insulted with a straight face, having too much fun with this new revelation and the way his friend was reacting to it. 

"Can I touch him? Am I allowed to do that much, sir?" The taller man poked Taemin's cheek to check and the boy immediately flew in to hug Taemin's face, tilting his mother's head away from the weird man. "What the hell, Taemin!" 

"Hey don't touch me, my son doesn't like it!" Taemin teased, seeing as to how Minho was aching to run his hands over him and to prove his point, even inched away. But the moment he stepped away, sooner was he dragged back into Taemin's void of a torso as the man uncaringly claimed his lips. "M-Minho!" The man pulled away and being the competitive man he was known as, threw a smirk to the big round eyes indentical to his own of his son. 

What he did not expect was that his kid was in fact a genius of some sort because the moment he saw Minho wear that smug smile in victory, he had Taemin 's head turned towards him and was professionally copying what his father did a moment ago. 

"Hey! That's not how it goes!" Minho laughed in pure disbelief, ignoring how all of his friends were booing at him. Not only did he kiss Taemin's lips, he was on it as if it was it was his meal. "That's my wife you're kissing!" 

"Choi Minho, you have competition." 

It was the next week and Minho couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man on planet earth when he fluttered his eyes open to the sight of his Taemin's long eyelashes, perfectly sculpted pink cheeks, cute little nose and his full lips...God his lips. He noticed a lot of things about Taemin he hadn't since he returned, like how he had put on weight, reason of it might being his pregnancy because just how much the boy loved food and never gained weight before it spoke volumes about his physique. Minho circled an arm around the cinched waist of the younger and nestled his nose in the crook of his nose, inhaling his unique scent. A scent he always missed in the atmosphere filled with gunsmoke and bombs. 

Seconds, minutes, hours passed in his head and he still had not felt like pulling away. It was not long when he felt the younger wiggle around before coming awake. With groggy eyes peering down at his husband who had looked up and was smiling like the idiot he was, Taemin felt his cheeks warming up. He could feel his heart swelling with happiness at how complete he felt. 

"Good morning, fatass." Choi Minho's morning voice could kill, he thought, peeling his eyes off his face and tilted his head to gape at Hwan's cot. As expected, the baby boy was awake and he did not look too pleased with his mother. "You gained weight." The way he was gripping the support with a minuscule scowl imprinted on his face added to his overloading cuteness. Taemin tried to listen to what Minho was uttering and when he perceived what he actually said, he tugged at the arm around his waist with a pout. "It's cute. You feel so fluffy." Minho quickly added, squeezing him as closer he could get into himself.

"Look at Hwan.." Taemin said with a soft voice. Minho followed his gaze to the cot and what he saw was indeed new. 

He did not know his son could stand already?? Just how much did he miss??

"Wait what? He can stand?" 

"Yes. With support, of course." Taemin piped in when he sensed the disappointment in his tone. A disappointment he read back to his absence in his own life. However, hugging Taemin always helped and so Minho did what he was best at and completely dumped his weight onto Taemin's chest, connecting his lips with his protuding collarbone. "Yah! You're heavy!" 

"Let me hug you properly, what the hell?" Taemin pulled himself up in a sitting position and shielded himself from getting assaulted with kisses by placing his index over Minho's awaiting lips.

"Look look look. Oh my, he's staring." 

"He looks confused as ." Minho admitted, now pushed all the way into his headboard. After observing for a few moments, Minho risked something he had been wanting to do the moment he woke up and levered Taemin's back to his chest, placing his chin over his shoulder. Oh no, Hwan was beginning to loose his patience when his little pout changed into a quivering of his lips."Oh no, please don't start crying..." Taemin efforted to break free from his grip but instead broke into peals of laughter when he caught sight of actual tears in his son's eyes over his husband wanting to hug him."Stop laughing! He literally wants me out of your life!" Shrugging Minho off, Taemin got to his feet and picked his son from his cot, already beginning to apologize.

"Aww~ Nooo. Don't cry~ Look, mama is away from that old man." 

"Wow." The man had his legs crossed now. His chin was placed over the heel of his palm now and he looked slightly irked for not being able to hug his ball of fluff. "So you finally admit to being the mother." He pointed out with a devious smile, to which Taemin glared but scoffed away to play with the little kid already in a giggling mess. "Come here, Taemin-ah." Minho forwarded grabby-hands at Taemin but the young man inched away, making Minho's eyes roll to the back of his head. "I see how it is." 

"My son doesn't like you. Please migrate to North Korea, thank you." 

"Ahh~" Minho decided that instead of giving Taemin a chance to laugh at him, he'd play along with his son. He reached out once again but just enough to not touch Taemin. "I can't reach Taemin...Ughhh." He faked a grown, tailed by a pout. "What have you done, Hwannie??" 

"Daddy's crying, Hwan. Should I comfort him?" Taemin coaxed but the moment the words left his mouth, the 8 months old turned away as if he did not give a single damn. "As expected. He doesn't care." The only hope left now was to fake cries so Minho did just that only to feel betrayed when Taemin pulled his lips into a tight-line."Here, I'll just let you cry to death." Having enough of the mother-son game he was not invited in, Minho grabbed Taemin's arm and forced him on he bed with Hwan in his arms. "Yah!" He scolded but was ignored. 

"You're not going anywhere. I should tell him that I am a worthy opponent!" This was Minho's competitiveness speaking and Taemin knew better than to utter something unintelligent at this point. Jealousy bled in his tone as Minho chuckled his way into pointing an index at Taemin. "Hey. You. Look. This person..Is mine. Go buy your own!" Hwan stared with terrified eyes for a moment before Taemin noticed the moisture return and he promptly stabbed Minho's side with his elbow.

"Yah, evil man! Don't make my baby cry!" Then after he had flared his nose enough and gotten quite irked and all shy when Minho pecked his lips without warning, he held his shoulder to maintain distance as he asked for permission to execute their plan B from her little boss. "Should mama hit this man?" 

"Ouchh." Minho emphasized the lack of pain on his shoulder as Taemin's hand collided with his shoulder. But what he did not expect was the twinkle in those big round eyes and the cheeky smile that followed up. "What the hell! He's happy about you hitting me!" He was not even done glaring at Taemin's chuckles when he noticed how his son's cheeks were extra red. "Wait. Why are his cheeks so pink?" Minho ran gentle fingers over his fluffy baby fat but Hwan had pledged to not let a certain Choi touch him. So he said something in his baby language and turned away to hug Taemin's neck. "I am just touching.." 

"Should I hit daddy again?" The boy slapped his husband once more time and flinched when Minho rebuked with an agitated chortle. 

"Yah Choi Taemin! You are having too much fun!" Someone else was having too much fun over being the witness of Choi Minho's ragging session as he began giggling widely. However, Taemin couldn't tell if he was blind before or what because that cute white thing wasn't there!

"Oh my God!! Minho!!!! Look!! Do you see it? It's a tooth!" Taemin was practically jumping in Minho's lap now. Minho inched closer and held his small chin, tugging it to find a small tooth, indeed. He smiled goofily and nodded. Amidst the little celebration his parents were having by rocking him from side to side and rubbing his cheeks tenderly, Hwan only blinked. Why were his parents so weird? 

"Aw~ Look at him all shook." 

"Baby this is why you put everything in your mouth?" Taemin cooed in his best baby voice, immediately getting a toothy-grin as if he understood what his mother was saying. Even if he did not, he knew one thing and it was that no matter what, his mother's smile was the brightest. And it could only mean one thing. That he was proud of him so he must return a grin of gratitude. "Asdfhjkl! Little Minho must be hurt." The boy pouted, touching his overly red cheeks. 

"What? No. It's still intact." Minho joked, pretending to look between his legs which made Taemin roll his eyes to the back of his head. 

"Lameass." The younger man fixed his eyes back on his little son, who was busy narrating to him a tale in his baby-language with a lot of 'dadas' and 'mamas' in it. The taller man looked over Taemin's shoulder, sighing his way into replacing his chin on his shoulder. 

"Why are you so cute?" Minho curved his arms around the younger's waist and bit his clothed shoulder. 

"I know right?? He is so ador–"

"I am talking about you." At that, Taemin stilled and craned his neck up to meet Choi Minho's smug smile with a crimson hue on his cheeks. "AHHHH I don't wanna go back!" Minho declared, tackling him into a possessive hug. 

"Then don't." He could hear the sadness in Taemin's voice and if only it was in his hand, he would have done it. He would not waste a single second to leave everything for this boy. His love for him was just too much. So much that he could feel himself go weak in his presence. And just the thought of him by his side in his absence made him strong and able. 

"M-minho he'll start cryi–Mh!" Taemin was cut-off by a hungry latch of Minho's lips against his own, inducing a turn of a curious small head which gawked at what his father was doing with hurt eyes. 

Why can't he understand? His mother was his! 

"I want a daughter next." Minho breathed into Taemin's mouth, completely expecting the uproar by the younger as he nudged his elbow into his ribs and gritted his teeth.

"YAH! WHAT AM I? A BABY MACHINE TO YOU?!?!"