Jongdae shifts gears with practised ease, hissing through his teeth when the bloke in front of him just won’t goddamn move. “It’s a ing green light,” he mutters, clenching the steering wheel a little too tightly. He’s been stuck in this traffic jam for more than half an hour, why isn’t this ing idiot driving?

Impatiently, he honks his horn, attempting to get the man’s attention. He doesn’t look up; Jongdae can see that he’s too immersed in texting some who probably thinks it’s hilarious that he’s holding up busy people with children on board. “Come on, you Blackberry wanker!” He calls angrily, paying no heed to his open window or the children in the back. “Put the goddamn phone down and move!”

“Dad, seriously. God, your road rage is so embarrassing, please stop!“ Shang covers his face with his hands, unable to face his fear that the man his father is currently cussing out will answer back, and then they’ll be stuck in an argument and police might get involved and –

“Wanker! Wanker! Wanker!” He’s interrupted by his younger brother, delighted by the excuse to shout a word he knows he’s not supposed to say.

Jongdae twists violently in his seat, a look of pure terror on his face because if Yixing finds out he’s been swearing in front of the kids again – , he’s not getting laid for a month. “Jongseok, sweetheart, that’s not a very nice word – “

“Wanker!” Jongseok sings it happily, grinning evilly because he knows there’s nothing his father can do while they’re stuck in traffic. And being naughty is just so much fun.

“Dad, if you’re going to say it front of us, we’re going to remember it.” Shang lowers his hands to fix his father with a smirk. Little stirrer. “And you’re blocking the traffic now, dad.” He points out, turning in his seat to poke his tongue out at the people behind them.

He snickers when he gets the middle finger in reply. Sometimes, antagonising people is a little too much fun, especially his parents.

“!” Jongdae curses, releasing the clutch so that he can crawl forward. “This is your fault!” He directs the words at the children in the back – with the exception of Sunhwa, who is – miraculously – soundly asleep in her car seat. “If you hadn’t distracted me, I wouldn’t have missed the space in front of me!”

The car behind Jongdae beeps angrily, warning him to get a move on. “Yeah, alright! I’m moving as fast as you can, you .”

He can only slink down further in his seat when this sets off an alternating chorus of ‘! Wanker! !’ from Jongseok; this is not his finest moment as a parent.

Especially not when he starts leaning out of his open window to scream it at pedestrians.

If anyone knows where I got the phrase 'Blackberry wanker' from, I will fangirl so hard.