Kibum can hear the hurried footsteps that the little girl made cascade from the stairs. He is already ready for the sight that greets him.

"U-Umma..." A crying Minyoung greets him and gosh this broke his heart even more than the first time he had seen the younger cry. It took Kibum only a fraction of a second to scoop up the younger into his arms. 

"Hey, baby it's okay. Daddy's going to be fine." He reassures the little girl who sobs into his chest. His lips twitch a smile when the younger boy joins into the hug whispering, “It's fine Minnie. Umma is here to make everything better.” while small hands where drawing calming circles on to the small younger's back. 

"Yoogeun sweetie, why don't you bring Minnie into her room and play for a bit?" Kibum's asks smiling towards the wide eyed boy who returned his smile before nodding. 

"Minnie, do you wanna play upstairs?" He asks gently, the sobbing girl nodded, before following the elder's foot-steps. Kibum gives both the younger a loving smile before making his way to the kitchen. 

Kibum winces at the distinct haggard coughs coming upstairs. The younger tries to make the soup as quickly as he could but in a way that it won’t lose its delicious taste. ‘Hopefully the Jonghyun likes it.’ The younger pleads, blowing over the soup and stirring it to cool it down. Just so that it is the perfect temperature to be eaten right away. 

Kibum place all the necessities; food and drinks into a food tray ready to be taken to the elder. Upstairs seemed too quiet for Kibum's liking.

The feline takes quick steps up the stairs, carefully balancing the tray of food with both his hands. He first makes his way into Minyoung's room, where silence was the only thing that can be heard 

His heart warms at the precious sight in front of him. Minyoung must have really exhausted herself from the worrying and the fear because now there she is cooped up in Yoogeun's embrace who was also in his own deep slumber. 'You've been such a brave young man today Yoogeunnie, hyung-umma is proud.' The ‘mother’ thought, smiling at his nephew who he treated like his own son. 

Kibum closes the door quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace that was already filling the dimly lit room. He makes his way towards the elder's bedroom. Just beside the room Kibum and Yoogeun would usually stay at, if the two were forced by the younger girl to stay for a sleep over. The case that happened more than once.

Looking back at the way his and the elder brunette's relationship has blossomed, Kibum couldn't help but feel slightly disheartened, like he was letting go of something great. Something he might never get to experience again or in his case find again. 

Kibum thinks and feels maybe the elder finds him somewhat attractive, Jonghyun calls him cute and pretty a lot even refers to him as umma at one point and the younger remembers that event clearly...

It had already been a few weeks since Minyoung would plead ever so cutely to her father how her Ki-umma and Yoogeun must stay for dinner so that Ki-umma could cook food for them deliciously as well as the night for a sleep over. 

Jonghyun knew that without Sunhye noona there to cook dinner for them the best his skills would provide their hungry growling stomachs are frozen pizza and ice cream. Not exactly the healthy diet Minyoung should be accustoming. Therefore the elder nodded with a smile before looking at the younger blonde to see if everything was okay with him. The other nodded shyly cheeks flushing a nice tint of pink, the elder really can't help but smile too. 

"So what do all of your hungry stomachs want to eat?" Kibum had asked as he laces up the pink apron. He also accustomed himself too whenever using the kitchen of the elder, Jonghyun thought that maybe it wasn't such a stupid idea to buy the frilly apron for Kibum too. Because darn, does the said garment nicely, no perfectly accentuates the small slender waist of the younger.

"Chicken!"

"Steak!"

"Rice balls!" 

"Ah... I know Samgaetang! Umma please, I haven't tasted your food in ages." Minyoung whines cutely, tip toeing enough so that her head can be placed on top of both crossed arms.

Yoogeun does the same, however the elder boy was already tall enough to look comfortable on top of the kitchen counter where his hyung-umma was currently standing on the other side of. 

"Hyung-umma, just cook anything. Whatever you make, I'm sure it will turn out deliciously." Yoogeun says making the blonde blush.

"When have you ever been so good with words? Huh, young man?" Kibum jokes, ruffling the others hair playfully. 

"Okay, I'll just make anything that comes to mind then, shall I?" Kibum says searching eyes, gazing at the three in front of him, who all nod in agreement. 

"I'll help, Kibum-ah," Jonghyun says confidently. The younger's eyes widening in surprise, he never thought the elder was a man who also dominated the culinary world. 

"Okay, well can you cook the rice for me hyung." Kibum asks nicely, smiling with his sinful lips. Jonghyun thinks that maybe it's okay but brushes the feelings away because, no nothing between them will be okay. 

"Yeah sure, I can do that." Jonghyun bites his lips, can he really do that? Obviously, he can't but, how would he impressed the younger if he can't do something as simple as making rice. Like every single Korean man or women should know that right?

Then again, Sunhye-noona never really allowed the brunette anywhere near the kitchen.  The disasters the younger man made after 'trying' to bake his daughter a birthday cake, was far too devastating. Basically Jonghyun never set foot on the kitchen again and if he does it's either he wants the left over cake batter or the sole fact the pantry was a perfect hiding place. But in both situations the elder most of the time gets shooed away. 

"Okay that's good, here you go then." Kibum nods with a smile before giving the elder the not so familiar objects into his hands. "I think four cups of rice will do us fine." The younger adds as he lifts Yoogeun up into the chair along the kitchen counter where Minyoung was already sat beside him. The elder had already fled to the back room to get the rice he was told to make.  

"Umma, we can help too, can't we?" Minyoung pipes with straight rows of pearly whites all in display. Yoogeun smiles along with her, making the blonde's heart melt that little bit more. 

"Of course you can, darlings. We can bake a cake for dessert before I cook, yeah?" The cheers the blonde hears after, makes him realise that yes, that idea would be perfectly fine. 

Kibum takes out all the needed ingredients. His slender body graceful makes their way around the wide open space of the kitchen. It's already been a few weeks since both he and Yoogeun would find themselves at home with the Kim's. Either playing games or resting before playing more games in the afternoon and therefore it was only inevitable for the younger to take charge of the food whenever Sunhye was absent. (The younger smiles at the thought of the older woman, apparently she was handing over the Kim's to Kibum to look after, as she after nearly 36 years has finally found herself a lover. It surprised Kibum, however he was more than happy to look after the Kim family.) It happened more frequently than the younger expected, not that he minded, he like looking after Minyoung and being able to experience his fantasies was always a bonus. 

"What cake should we make?" The blonde asks bending his lithe body over the cream coloured kitchen counter, just so that he can comfortably place his hands above creating a loose cross as he smiles at the two cutie pies in front of him, who beamed in return. 

"Chocolate!"

"Vanilla!" 

He smiles because this was something the latter expected and so he clasps small hands together. "Okay, one chocolate and vanilla marble cake coming up!" Who said it was hard to please children? It's literally a piece of cake, Kibum laughs internally at his failed humour. Being funny was never really his vibe anyway. 

However while all of this was happening, a black aura is seeping through the walls coming from the back room where the elder was currently having the worst time of his life. 

"Stupid rice, stupid rice cooker stupid, oh god what am I even saying? Geez." Jonghyun groans hitting his head with the bottom of the rice pot. 'It can't be that hard to cook rice right?' The elder thinks positively. "Yeah, just need to put four cups of rice in the pot, that's basically baby stuff!" Jonghyun then adds, hovering over the bigger pot where all the rice was kept. He began counting the cups of rice before the pot in his hands was already filed with the right amount, the younger blonde instructed him to put. "Now that wasn't that hard." Jonghyun says, finally stretching his back as he smiles to himself. 

He makes his way out towards the main kitchen. Damn, really, really Kibum why do you hate me. 

What Jonghyun was expecting was the younger cooking adorably with his daughter and Yoogeun, smiling with his pretty smile and dimples. Not this, not bent over the kitchen counter, with his sticking high and mighty up in the air making the air around the elder seem like hands strangling him breathless.

'Now you're stupid Jonghyun, seriously it's not like you haven't seen a before. Heck you have girls flashing you all of theirs every morning why would his be any different?' The elder thinks, internally hitting himself with a baseball bat or something that can create some major damage. There probably is already something wrong with him. 

He chokes on air as he starts "Uhh- Kibum, how do you make rice?" He startles the younger who turned around holding his hand over his chest. "Gosh, you could of knocked out or something, are you planning to kill me." The blonde says making both of the younger laugh and giggle behind him. 

"I thought, you said you know how to. That's why I asked you." Kibum replies with crooked eyebrows and that alone made the elder shiver. 

"Well, lets just say I forgot how to." the elder retaliates with a shrug and Kibum his head to the side. "I don't know either." the blonde shrugged back. 

"But you're the umma, you should know." Jonghyun doesn't really know why he said the thing he said. But it felt right, like it was something his tongue had been waiting to say. Kibum truly did act like a mum, so he wasn't very far from the truth. 

The blonde on the other is thrilled but he couldn't exactly jump up in celebration and so he keeps his control and his graceful poise. "I don't know as well, so I guess googling it won't hurt." The younger says turning away from the elder to hide his blush. 

The whole memory as whole was something Kibum would still love to reminisce on whenever he had some free time to do so. But the fact that it was the first time Jonghyun acknowledge him as a helpful and kind 'umma' made the younger 's heart swell with happiness. 

The 22 year old is aware of the fact that maybe it was only a joke to the elder calling him that because he won't ever be an umma even as much as the kids will call him it. He not a woman with big hips and S lines and the other lines only women are privileged enough to have. Then again being called umma had always been Kibum's second nature. He didn't mind it, it didn't make him any less of a man and in a way it made him happy because it meant that people look up to him.

But he couldn't help but want to be liked or even close to be admired by the elder. That's why the blonde tries so hard to dress nicely, act that extra adorable when clearly it was anything but because damn he probably looked awkward if anything. He does all these things and the thought of doing all these things made him realised the sad fact that the elder doesn't care about these things. Doesn't see him any more than a close friend, and that is what hurt him. 

He shoves the negativity away and frowns because today he has no time to waste for his selfish self-pity when Jonghyun is up there probably with a growling stomach and high temperature. 

When he finally reaches the elder's huge cream double doors Kibum heaves a sigh, before opening the door. He pushes it open revealing something a sober him never thought he would be able to see. 

The elder was sprawled out in his bed, legs tucked under the thick navy blue duvet as upper body is displayed for the younger's eyes to feast and devour. As the younger moves slowly towards the elder he begins to realise how the 24 year old is shivering. His lips quivering as beads of cold sweat are trickling down the elder's temples and neck.

Kibum decides to push his inappropriate thoughts aside so that he could cater to the elder's needs. He places the tray of food carefully onto the elder's bed side table before making his way to the brunette's on suite bathroom. He collects a small bowl as well as a brand new face towel to wash the elder's sweat. 

Kibum brought the bowl of lukewarm water beside him as he settled on the elder's bed. He squeezes the excess water before wiping the sweat from the elder's forehead. 

Kibum shuts his eyes as he slowly begins to descend down to the elder's heaving chest, towards his chocolate abs. The bumps of the elder's muscled abdomen caused the younger's breathe to hitch in his throat as if the room felt 50 degrees hotter than what it originally felt like. With the elder's tanned skin just a towel thick away from the pads of his fingers it is almost too much for Kibum. 

It took pure personal resistance and mental stability for Kibum to not take advantage of the writhing elder below him. With Jonghyun now freshly dressed into his casual pyjamas, it becomes easier for Kibum to breathe and think straight. 

But to say that Kibum did not take his precious time gawking at the perfection below him is a complete and utter lie. Hell yeah he did, and it's not something he thinks he would not be regretting any time soon. The elder even in this broken state looked amazingly gorgeous as well as every other adjective that meant the same word. So in time, it wasn't surprising for the younger to be found staring at the elder's cherry red lips as he caressed sculpted cheeks. 

"Why can't you see that, I love you? That I'm doing all these stupid things to please you? Why can't you love me instead of her, Jjong? I swear I'm not that hard to love. It's pretty easy really- Huh, what am I even saying?" A bitter chuckle escapes the blonde lips, and it hurts to finally hear those three words come out from his mouth. This wasn't something he planned to say. It wasn’t even something he thought would happen to him. 

"Actually forget it, forget I even said those things. You would never understand anyway." Kibum whispers before wiping the single tear that cascades his cheek. 

Lately, crying in his sleep is something you would find the younger doing. It's hard to try and move on when the one you try to move on from continuously makes you feel all warm and happy inside. He makes you feel that you're important and maybe in Kibum's not so smart way he doesn't want to move on from the elder. 

It just hurts. 

A lot. 

But what can he do about it? It’s either he excepts the easier option of going out with the other men that has been eyeing him or continue with the way he is right now. Kibum decides that maybe being a masochist isn't such a bad thing if he gets used to it. 

The younger's slim fingers reach up, brushing the misplaced strands of dark hair currently masking the elder's sculpted face. "For now, I'll stay by your side willingly even if it hurts." Kibum whispers, before finding enough courage to place a chaste kiss on the other's forehead. 

Jonghyun wriggles and whimpers at the warmth of the other’s lips scaring the younger who immediately retracts himself from the elder. As quickly as the blonde was the older was even quicker, taking grip of the younger's slim wrist with his hand. 

"K-Kibum?" Jonghyun stammers lips still quivering. The said latter looks away standing up collecting the tray of warm, deliciously food "Hyung, you should eat. Its already past 5 in the afternoon." Kibum says voice caring yet monotone, slipping his wrist away from the tight hold of the elder. 

Jonghyun smiles as the other helps him to sit up, placing a pillow behind him. A deep blush colour Jonghyun’s cheeks as he notice how he was no longer half . 

"You still have a high temperature, but you have to eat okay? Even if it’s just 4 spoon-fulls’." Kibum says as he lays a hand on top of the elder's hot forehead. 

Jonghyun couldn't stop himself from pushing his whole weight towards the touch of the other. It felt nice, really nice. The latter couldn't stop the pounding in his heart nor the way his lips dry of moisture whenever the younger was in such a close proximity. 

"Is Minyoung, okay?" Jonghyun says voice in a whisper and Kibum chuckles because that name was bound to leave the elder's lips anytime soon. "She's asleep with Yoogeun in her room, they're both exhausted by the looks of it." The younger informs making the brunette nod. 

Kibum had already place the tray on the lap of the elder who inhaled the aroma of deliciously cooked food. "Thanks Bummie." He says and Kibum nods, before excusing himself from the elder. 

Jonghyun sighs as the warm soup meal made its way down his throat. It is delicious as always he didn't expect anything less from the younger man. Yet it scares the older, he is getting attached and that's never a good sign. 

So when the other excuses himself, in his strange weird way the elder felt relief fill him. It's nice to know that Kibum still had his control even when at times every single. Cool, control and dominance he had seem to fling them out of his imaginary window. Whenever the younger was around and he can't help but ponder at the thought. 'Is it just me that feels this way?' He chuckles because it’s pretty obvious he is, the younger would never want him. He’s old, worn out plus the sole fact that his already a father makes his chances with the blonde, slimmer than a thread of wool. Another man could do a much better job in fulfilling Kibum's needs anyway. 

Times like that, he feels that maybe he has fallen for the younger because insecurities never really would concern him yet here he is letting them eats away on his confidence. 

With the headache pounding on his head the elder barely finished his meal, yet he wants to show his gratitude towards the blonde who probably took his time and effort cooking it for him, and so he forced himself to eat as much as he could. 

The brunette places the tray on top of his bed side table, before pulling up the duvet to cocoon himself. Soon enough the elder finds himself getting lulled into the land of sleep. 

Kibum on the other hand had quietly made his way inside the younger girl's room, tidying up. Placing toys and stuff animals away into their own designated places. He smiles at how every single stuff toy he had ever given the younger girl was still in their pristine condition as if they had never been touched or played with as they line the perimeter of the younger's bed. 

The latter couldn't fight of the satisfied smile that farmed his teeth at the sight of cute Polaroid pictures that hanged above the flat screen TV. Memories, they have created lots of memories together. Kibum makes his way towards the line of memories, fingers running along each and every photo, closing his eyes as the younger reminisce every single event behind each picture. A picture of Taemin and Minho with Yoogeun on top of the tall brunette's shoulders as the auburn linked his arm around his lover’s arms. That was nice it was when all six of them had gone out to the park to play. The picture taken by Kibum himself who secretly thought that the three looked so good with each other. 

The next picture made Kibum's cheeks colour the same red you'd find in valentines cards, because this was a picture at first he didn't even know has been taken. It was of him and the elder brunette. He was wiping the elder's sweat away after the two competitive alpha males had finished a game of basketball, in which the older boy had won over Minho who still couldn't believe his eyes. The way in which the messy heart was drawn around them, only made the younger's heart pound that extra faster.

Then his finger stopped right above the picture which he still remember taking. It is a picture of the elder with Minyoung propped up on one shoulder and Yoogeun propped up on the other, both children making cute 'V' signs towards the picture. That in itself was enough to drive the younger to his own personal heaven. It was a picture he could look at for hours on end, without the feeling of tiredness ever washing over him. 

This is only some of the memories they had created over the past few months and Kibum is too selfish to even think of giving any of this up, any time soon. 

He places the soft duvet over the sleeping forms of the two children, kissing their foreheads quietly before leaving once again to go back to the elder. 

Kibum quietly makes his way into Jonghyun's room smiling at the sight of the sleeping form of the other. Yet he is still worrying because even though there is a clear effort made in eating the soup the younger left the elder still had not finished everything and by the looks of the shivering figure beside him, Jonghyun isn’t going to get better any time soon. He collects the tray before making his way out again to place the unfinished food away in the kitchen. 

As the elder's shivering figure comes to view once again the blonde couldn't help but want to be the person sick instead of the other. Jonghyun looks so exhausted and worn out that the only thing the younger hope was for the elder's temperature to come down. 

After nursing the elder, Kibum could see how the sun was slowly disappearing. It warns him that it is time to go home. The younger boy is probably still exhausted from today and needed his own rest and sleep.

Before making his way out, Kibum checks the brunette's temperature. Softly placing his hands on to the elder's forehead and down to his neck, then finally into the elder's hands, the blonde is about to walk away when he was stopped by the half sleeping other. 

"Bummie, stay with me." Jonghyun whispers in his half a sleep half a wake slumber. Kibum bites his lip, thinking of what he should do. However when the elder pulled his arms towards himself, trapping the others lithe soft hands inside his hold, turning so that Kibum had no choice but to stay. His hand is crushed between the elder's cheek and hand. 

The other smiles at the way the elder had told him to stay. Taking a seat on the chair beside the elder, Kibum uses his free hand to once again remove the loose strands of hair away from the brunette's sleeping face. Before he lets himself slumps down, placing his head on top of his crossed arm. He allows the elder to caress the other one. 

And soon the exhaustion and tiredness of today's event had slowly pulled the younger to his own sleep. Missing the smile that caresses the lips of the sleeping Jonghyun, who nuzzled his face closer to the softness that is the younger's hands.

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Silence fills the room and Minyoung's eyes quickly widen. The thought of her sick father filling her thoughts, she quickly storms out of her room not even realising the other sleeping form. Lying beside her when all her mind can register was her sick father, who she scared half to death. 

The younger ran towards the elder's bed room, quietly slowing down at the sight set out in front of her. 

The slumped sleeping figure which can only be her Ki-umma is beside her father. Minyoung's grin widen as she comes closer towards the pair. Her father had trapped the blonde's hands in between his own cheeks and his hands and gosh Minyoung can see just how perfect they looked together, all love up and adorable. 

Minyoung has always dreamed of this drama special like event to happen between the two, yet her poor heart was not ready for this. 

"What are you looking at?" The younger girl jumps in surprise biting her lips shut, preventing any noise from ruining the serene peaceful slumber of the pair inside, glaring at the younger boy who had scared her. 

"Oppa, you nearly made me scream!" the younger says still glaring holes at the apologetic boys' forehead. 

"I'm sorry, I just got curious I found you out of the bed so I looked for you and then yeah- what exactly are you looking and grinning at anyway?" Yoogeun says in his fail of a whisper making the younger back away pushing the door wider for the other boy to see. 

"I'm looking at that." Minyoung says pointing at the sleeping forms of her father and her Ki-umma. With that an immediate smile made their way on the elder boy's lips. 

"Didn't I tell you, we're going to be siblings soon?" The little girl states smiling at the elder, who looked at her in disbelief. 

"So you weren't kidding. I approve of Jjong-appa." The boy says making the younger girl pout and hit him on the shoulder. 

"Are you saying that only now are you approving, you should of approve ages ago." Minyoung says trying to hide her annoyance. 

"Well, I didn't exactly know your dad back then plus I have high standards for my hyung-umma. But now I can clearly see my hyung, really likes your appa so I approve." Yoogeun explains, making the pout and death glare of the other soften. 

"Well if that's that, then let's shake on it. In our approval of our soon to be parents." Minyoung proposes taking the hand of the elder, who smiled before tightening his hold. "We approve." They both say in a whispered unison, before chuckling. 

"Let's go before we wake them up." Yoogeun proposes taking the little girl’s hand into his, using the other to pull the doors close. Minyoung nods in agreement. "I know where umma hid the cookie-jar.” She says and with the two feet quietly scramble their way down to the kitchen. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jonghyun groans himself awake, subconsciously smiling at the mass of velvet like softness beneath the pad of his palms and fingers.

The older wipes the sleep from his eyes, stopping at his tracks at the realisation of what is the softness he was holding on to. He tears his eyes from the lit lamp beside him, sleep glazed eyes falling onto the slumped. A sleeping blonde, one arm extended towards the elder's vanishing beneath the covers Jonghyun finally understood exactly what the softness is that was placed beneath him. 

He stares at the closed feline eyes of the younger before letting his eyes wander down to the parted bow lips. He takes his time because the blonde really is too beautiful for words and he lets the pad of his free finger tips to trace the sleeping face of the other. Chuckling as the button like nose wrinkled at the tinkling touch of the elder's fingers. 

Jonghyun frowns heaving a loud and exhausted sigh. Sinking back down to the softness of his pillow, before closing his eyes, resting the free hand on top of his forehead as the other squeeze the younger's smaller softer hands, currently intertwined with his. 

"Why couldn't we have met in a different time, in a different place? Not here and not now? Then maybe everything could fall in to place like how Minyoung imagined everything to be."

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I seriously can't believe it, 10 chapters already. You guys should be proud of me :)

I know you hate me for making Jongkey go through this but ahh I think your gonna hate me more :C

ummm >>.<< next chapter and the next chapter and the next ahhh i think your gonna end up hating me for playing with your feels...

So in advance im really really sorry...

and in the next chapters i'll be reading through your comments and then i would be like

But don't worry have faith <3 

yess you're all probably killing jonghyun for being an but he has his reasons and trust me his reasons

are valid D: (I feel sad for our puppy).

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