“YAH! OH SEHUN! HANDS OFF!”

“Waeeeeee?!!!”

“Put that god damn hands away from my son!”

“Omo Jung Soojung I hate you. I hate you to the top of my lung,” after Krystal’s last curse, he finally put Joon down on the baby box and pouted as he sat on the floor with his feet stomping. “Why can’t you trust your life time best friend who wraps the cut on your hand with a shirt, who loves you with all my heart, who spit on your first boyfriend who-“

“YAH!!!”

“Okay fine I’ll go. Don’t come for me when you need help,” Sehun said sassily as he stood up but ended up tripping on his own feet and fell like a queen. “OMAAAAAAAAA!”

Krystal couldn’t do nothing but shaking her head when she saw how Sehun reacted. While swinging Joon on her arms, she started to laugh little by little as she watched him wail like a sissy. Sehun, for thousandth times already, ended up going to Krystal and Kai’s place after his photo shoots just because Yoobi had again needed to fly all the way across the country to settle with her family business. Yes she’s going to own the company later but her father started to give her simple duties yet those simple duties constrained her to fly here and there with Wonsoo – since she couldn’t leave him with Sehun or else she would find her son being taught about how to steal a kiss from the girl from no other than his sassy father.

“Who ever asks you for help anyway? You come all the way here with your those boneless leg you moron,” Krystal said nonchalantly but nothing could stop Oh Sehun from whatever he’s going to do. Instead, aside from walking toward the door out, he turned around to the connecting door that linked the twins’ room