"Appa's birthday is coming up and... I have no idea what to give him..."

"Ddangkkoma?"

"Ani... he's yours, I can't have him..."

Little Ryeowook thought hard about his birthday present for his dearest appa, Minho. He wanted his appa to have the very best birthday present there ever existed even if it meant beating his umma to it. He knew Minho appa loved everything Taemin umma gave him and for once he wanted to earn the title 'Best Birthday Present'.

"Draw a picture! My umma loved it when I drew a picture for her," Yesung smiled, his two front teeth missing.

"My appa is manly, he wouldn't like flowers and stuff," pouted Ryeowook.

"My umma is womanly, she likes flowers and stuff."

"My umma likes flowers and stuff too but he is manly," said Ryeowook, obviously confused.

"Your umma is pretty," Yesung complimented, drawing pink spots on Ddangkkoma's shell.

"Gomawo," said the younger boy shyly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Yesung stared at his best friend and put down his crayon, leaning over to peck Ryeowook on the cheek.

"A-ah?" Said boy blushed ever harder.

"Your appa will like this present," Yesung smiled again.

"How do you know?"

"Because you like it and you are your appa's son. Trust me!"

"But I already kiss appa there everyday," Ryeowook pouted again, crossing his hands in front of his chest.

"Then do this," Yesung leaned over and this time he pecked Ryeowook on his lips. The little boy gasped and covered his mouth with his hands, eyes wide and bulging.

"Cute~" Yesung giggled, poking Ryeowook's chubby cheeks.

"Where did he learn to kiss like that?"

"Did he see us do that before?"

"I don't think we did it in front of him."

"... Minho ah... do you think... it's because of that turtle kid?"

"Yesung?"

Taemin nods. Minho chuckles.

"Could be. Trust Onew hyung to teach his son stuff like that."