Ps : This one probably has no point at all but much lighter than previous chapters xD and shoutout to Bbonkey ! Happy birthday to you !  <:-p ---     There's this thing about people's nature that I resented. That we're meant to be ignorant in some ways. That we're naturally afraid, almost scared, of anything new, anything different. We had to, actually. Because becoming dauntless without any sense of self-preservation would just become a false bravery.   But still, it didn't justify anyone the right to judge people blindly without trying to know anything. And yes, i was talking about homouality. That abnormality, which believe it or not, some people still saw as an illness. Like what, they really believed I would transmit my gayness if one stayed in the same room with me for a certain amount of time ? That's so 70's ! But people were naïve that way. So I wasn't gonna blame them, not when the society still encouraged them to think that way.   Okay. Enough with the pensive contemplation. For now, I was just going to brew my dosage of morning coffee while supervising my four-year-old son who's busy clanking his transformer robots against each other on the living room rug.   So, he obviously didn't partake my fondness of ribbon and pink. A smile tugged on my lips as I realized it. I shook my head. I really was so gay.   "Jun," I decided to call him from the counter top between us "Do you want peanut butter and jelly sandwich ?" Jun just shook his head to no one, mumbled something, now busy deforming one of his transformer. "Jun." I used my almost-scolding tone "Look at me when you're speaking."   He lifted up his head then and looked at me with his clear, crescent eyes. I couldn't help but to smile a bit and lift my eyebrows "You don't want peanut butter and jelly sandwich ?" "Fwoot loops." He answered. "Froot loops ?" I repeated "You want froot loops ?" He nodded. "Froot loops, it is." I said before adding "And start practicing your R." Jun just scrunched his chubby face before getting back to his toys. Apparently, he's in fussy mood of waking up too early this morning, it needed some time until he's back to his hyperactive, cheerful self.   I only shook my head quietly again, while opening the cabinet to pull out Jun's cereal box. And Jinki's oatmeal. Which speaking about the owner, was still pretty much dead to the world after staying up late grading his seemingly endless student papers.   Jinki and his total devotion for his studies. I rolled my eyes. I kind of pitied his pupils for having an over earnest professor like him. Kidding. Not.   Because, I was one of them, remember ? I knew how Jinki could be so eager about things. He really adored teaching. He loved hearing people's thoughts. Their own version of what Jinki knew everything and nothing about. He loved discussions and constructive arguments. He wrote articles, sometimes leading seminar and he's currently in the middle of publishing his very first book. Which in the end (I peeked a bit, don't tell him.. he had this thing of people peeking the last page of the book before even reading) was still questioning all of it.   He had enthusiasm like a child, but mind like an old man who had witnessed everything. Maybe that's why he could become a professor from a very young age. (And most people look past his homouality.) That's why I love him.   I sighed a bit. So much with the heavy thoughts this morning.   I was just done pouring fresh milk into Jun's cereal bowl, when I felt someone poke my side. I turned around to see Jinki yawning like a hippo beside me before he's opening up his arms, for me to hug him. He's clingy like that when he's sleepy. So I did hug him and patted his back in soothing rhythm. While he rubbed his face on my shoulder. I swore sometimes, he's not any day older than Jun.   "Don't fall asleep again, old man." I warned him when I felt him yawning again. "I'm really tired." Jinki said groggily, finally distangled himself from me. "Then, why did you wake up ?” I frowned to him “Sleep some more. I know you just have one class this evening." "I want to watch that overhyped pororo." Jinki grinned goofily, waving his hand to me before turning around and walking stealthily toward Jun, then scooping the kid up in surprise and smothering him on the couch. Jun shrieked in both annoyance and glee of his Daddy's silliness. I just shook my head again. Today would be a good day. *   Or so I thought. Until Jun's fussy mood was becoming worse in the afternoon. He refused to eat his lunch, threw a little tantrum and finally broke down into tears when I raised my voice. Jinki thought Jun's just sleepy and tired, so he decided to get him to take a nap together.   I felt kinda bad for scolding him, so I thought I'd let him have his Cookie Dough ice cream when he woke up later. But he didn't, even after Jinki had gone for his lecture. And my bad, I was too occupied with my client's email that I was kind of not realizing Jun slept longer than usual.   I was just done fixing some bugs on the web design settings my client complained about when I looked at the table clock and saw a big, bloody 5.30 pm. Jun usually would come out by himself and ask for snacks or cartoon watching permission by the time he woke up, around 4 pm. And it's way past that.   I frowned a bit as I shutted my laptop down. Thinking that he might be still upset with me. But I had scolded him worse than this and he never seemed holding any grudge for longer than an half hour.   So, I decided to go his room, which painted and filled with all things yellow and black, and found him still deep asleep. I approached Jun slowly and just realized that he's sweating. Cold sweat.   . I cursed and walked closer to check his forehead. It's burning.   Godammit.   "Jun ? Baby ?" I sat down near his pillow, and shook his little body. He opened his lids, which seemed to flutter close back against his will.   "Jun ?" I called him again, sweeping his dampened bangs "Are you hurting somewhere ?" He didn't answer and had a little coughing fit instead, which made me more worried than ever.   I patted his chest softly before kissing his forehead "Wait a bit here, okay." I whispered before practically sprinting out of his room to grab the thermometer and a glass of warm water for him to drink.   "Here, baby." I pulled his body to sit and lean onto me as soon as I got back, and brought the glass close to his lips.   Jun sipped some water before closing his eyes again. And I put him back into sleeping position so that I could check his temperature.   39 celcius degree.   I almost cursed out loud. Mostly for myself, for not noticing earlier. Fever was nothing new even for me, a first-timer parent, but it never got this high.   I decided to give Jun some ibuprofen and kept him hydrated and tried to call Jinki. He's not answering. I knew he wouldn't. He always turned his phone off during class.   So, I left messages for him instead, while hoping Jun's fever would go down.   But apparently, it didn't.   An half hour later it went up to 40 celcius degree and my worst nightmare came, Jun had a brief seizure. His little body kept jerking for a minute or two. Putting aside my panic and fear, I turned him to lay on his side, before I quickly called the ambulance and in hoping my son would be fine. *   The nurse that picked us up with the ambulance rolled Jun to the ER as soon as we reached the hospital. I had left another several hysterical messages to Jinki about our departure and praying that he would get them (and get here) as soon as possible. I needed him. Because I had to admit I wasn't the most rational man alive. I was an emotional drama-queen, sometimes and an oversensitive , the other time. Jinki was the yin to my yang. The balance of everything that I was.   I watched the nurses on the ER doing basical checks to Jun and I almost flinched when they inserted needle for IV drip to his little wrist. The doctor on duty asked general questions about Jun and I answered as precise as I could. Then she asked about the symptomps I saw before and I stated about Jun’s irritated behavior since the morning, his small seizure and how he vomitted a little on the way here.   She nodded and decided to light Jun’s eyes with a little flashlight. Then she said to me that she had suspected something, but she had to call the medical specialist to check it further.   For now, they would give Jun a shot of acetaminophen to soothe his fever down. And let him rest.   After Jun was under control, I went to the registration desk to take care of the administration. I was writing down his medical record, when I felt someone pulled the back of my coat and I turned around to see a panic-stricken Jinki.   "Hey." He greeted me and pulled me into a hug even before I could greet him back. "Hey." I finally said, closing my eyes and finding comfort in his warmth.   We stayed like that for some seconds until I pulled away and Jinki asked "Is Jun alright ?" I nodded then shrugged "Yeah. I think so. He still has the fever. But the doctor said it will go down. Infants and kids below five tend to have higher fever than normal. They gave him a shot.  But I don't know, they told me they had suspected something and they want to check on his blood sample." "It's okay. It's better to be aware." Jinki said, rubbing my arm. I nodded "I hope it's just flu. Or something similar."   Jinki nodded too, before asking again "Didn't he get vaccinated ?" "He did. But it was seven, eight months ago ? He haven't gotten any shot after we're moving here." I explained. Jinki said a little 'O' before adding quietly "We should be more careful next ti