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🎄 Christmas Special 🎄

! this is not an update !

This special is not related to the main plot but I thought it would be cute to make this. Merry Christmas to all of you, my readers❤️! Please take this as a mini virtual gift for all of you, in celebration for 5.43k reads and 299 votes! Ahh, I'm really happy this story got so far! Cheers to more reads to come! 🥺🍻

I hope you enjoy this, maybe short? Chapter. I'll be posting chapter 22 soon !!

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"Repeat after me." Taeyong had all the nineteen children sit down in a huge circle formation. They were currently doting around the living room, or rather the 'secret meeting place' as Taeyong would like to call it. Taeyong had his hands pressed down unto his lap, eyeing each of the kids keenly.

"After me!" Lucas exclaimed, raising his arms in the air. His eyes sparked. Taeyong opened his mouth to speak. "After me!" Followed Hendery, then Xiaojun and Jisung.

"No no." Taeyong face-palmed himself. "Repeat AFTER me." He emphasized the word 'after'. The way he delivered that was in a tone of hope that they would agree to what he'd say for them to repeat and not literally replicate it.  If this continues, they'll end up in a neverending loop of trying to knock some sense in their head. Taeyong knew the children were way better than this.

"AFTER me!" Lucas declared, slamming both the side of his fists on the floor.

It was three hours before the Christmas party would begin and everything was in place, it HAD to be in place. From all the rooms festooned with garlands and Christmas lights down to the scrumptious meals that were in serving trays, enriching the arguably plain stretched table.  Even the floor was scrubbed spotless, so spotless that you can even see your own reflection.  They had a massive spring cleaning the day before, mainly Taeyong did the cleansing and disinfecting, the children just stayed in one room. Kun and Doyoung insisted they can help but Taeyong didn't let them.

It took him the whole day. But atleast everything was sparkling glitter. It's enough to keep him satisfied enough to not feel the exhaustion.

Taeyong, inhaling and exhaling deeply, spoke. "Alright, repeat after me."

Lucas was about to say it again but decided against it when Taeyong raised a finger on him. Lucas immediately knew he was be it serious.

"I will not."

The kids exchanged looks but chorused. "I will not."

"Cause a riot."

There was silence. "Cause a riot." It was not done simultaneously though, it was like a domino effect, or maybe there were responses that delivered late, all responded in an uneven manner. It did not sound as pleasant but it was load and clear.

"And I will not." Taeyong spoke again.

"And I will not-"

"I will rot??" Jisung scrunched his nose, a look of confusion prominent.

"Not. Jisung." Doyoung nudged his arm.

"I-I know that..!" His cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Taeyong felt like he's a kindergarten teacher chanting ABCD's for the little ducklings to repeat after. It's basically that but picture a tired looking Taeyong instead of those smiley teachers you'd usually see. Taeyong was in an indian sitting position, with his back slouched like a wilting flower.