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The next day

                Chanhee’s eyes fluttered open as the light of the sun poured into his room through the window. Chanhee looked at the clock on a nightstand beside his bed before deciding that it was already time to wake up. Yawning, Chanhee stretched his body before making his way towards the bathroom.

                “Oh, Byunghun-ah, you’re already awake; that’s rare.” Chanhee laughed, walking towards Byunghun who was brushing his teeth at the sink.

                “Well, good morning to you, too, princess.” Byunghun sneered.

                Chuckling, Chanhee grabbed his toothbrush before putting some toothpaste on it. “How’s your wound?”

                “It’s getting better; but, I still want you to come with me to my classes until I’m completely healed~” Byunghun sang a song, which earned him a playful punch on his arm from Chanhee.

                “What do you want for breakfast?” Chanhee asked before brushing his teeth.

                “Hmm,” he hummed, thinking. “I want you,” he brought his face closer to Chanhee’s ear and bit it softly, making Chanhee chocked on the foam inside his mouth.

                Laughing, Byunghun patted his lover’s back with one hand while clutching his stomach with the other one.

                “Yah! Not funny,” Chanhee said after rinsing his mouth with water, pouting.

                “Aigoo, I’m sorry princess,” Byunghun said, smirking as he pinched Chanhee’s cheek.

                “I don’t feel like you’re sorry at all.” Chanhee snorted, not doing anything about the hand that was pinching his cheek.

                “Ehem,” Changjo cleared his throat, leaning on the doorframe. “People need to use the bathroom, too, you know.”

                “Thanks for the food!” Niel, Ricky and Changjo exclaimed after finishing their breakfast.

                Nodding at them, Chanhee told them to be careful on their way to the school before stacking the dishes before taking them to the sink. Just when he was about to wash them, the three kids rushed back to the kitchen, face turning pale.

                Just before Chanhee could ask them what was wrong, Changjo opened his mouth. “C-Cameras, outside.”

                Cameras? Chanhee though, arching one of his brows as he walked outside with Byunghun on his side.

                Chatters, those were all Chanhee and Byunghun could hear as they stood in front of the unopened café’s door. Chanhee debated inwardly whether he should open the door, or just flee to other country. Shaking his head, he wiped off all of his