Take 1:

“Mister Jong, I’m scared,” Johnny tightened his grip on Jongin’s trouser, hiding behind the tall man. Jongin didn’t know when it happened, but Johnny had started coming over very often. The little boy spent time with Jongin whenever he could. Kyungsoo said they looked like father and son. Jongin didn’t hate that idea.

“You don’t need to be scared. I’m right here,” Jongin comforted Johnny, pushing the small human forwards.

“But he is dangerous.” Johnny protested, still holding on Jongin.

“He is a puppy,” Jongin explained, “Look at him. He just wants to play.”

Johnny whined as the dog barked, wagging his tail.

“Come, give me your hand,” said Jongin, placing Johnny’s hand on the dog’s head.

“Apple, be a good boy,” he told the golden retriever. Apple continued wagging this tails, not moving, allowing Johnny to pet him. Immediately, the little boy beamed as his fear disappeared.

“Mister Jong, he is so cute.”

Take 2:

“Kyungsoo, can you get us some wine? It’s downstairs.” Kyungsoo nodded at his brother’s question.

“Sure,” he said, leaving the dining room. This wasn’t the first time Jongin and he visited Chanyeol and Baekhyun. Still, he hadn’t figured out why those two needed such a big wine cellar. They weren’t heavy drinkers after all.

…

“So how are you gonna do it?” Baekhyun asked, looking at Jongin, lowering his voice in a mysterious way.

“Do what?” Jongin turned his head, narrowing his eyes, as he placed the plates on the table.

“Proposing, ,” Baekhyun slapped Jongin’s head like the taller man deserved it, and maybe he did.

“Why should I?” Jongin asked, still in confusion.

“You don’t want to marry my brother?” Baekhyun questioned, hands on his waist, ready to scold his brother’s stupid partner. 

“We’re already married,” Jongin argued. If he knew that he was going to be interrogated by Baekhyun, he would have helped Kyungsoo with the wine instead of staying here, setting the table with a psycho brother.

“Ghost, I should have saved that ‘’ for this,” sighed, Baekhyun murmured.

“That doesn’t count, my friend,” Chanyeol joined the conversation.

“Of course it does. We had a wedding and all,” Jongin tried again and all Baekhyun did was rolling his eyes.

“It doesn’t count. At that time you didn’t even know his name. That was the most unromantic wedding ever.”

“I wouldn’t be so loud. We were in the same situation,” Chanyeol warned, leaning closer to his husband.

“It’s ok. We had a new wedding with all those romantic stuff. You know, Flower, sunset and stuff,” Baekhyun replied, and Chanyeol froze for a second.

“Stuff?” He thought, “What wer