My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 31

A ring of a cellphone echoed througout the room. Interrupting Beomhyun from telling his father's name.

"Oh, excuse me for a moment," Yeonjun says, giving the young male an apologetic smile before looking at his phone.

Beomhyun could see the pink haired male roll his eyes as he, pressumably, swiped the decline button.

"I'm sorry, that was my husband calling." the oldet male said as he chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"A-Aren't you gonna answer it?" Yeonjun shook his head and smiled.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure he's whining about when I'll comeback home." the older male rolled his eyes.

"That big baby."

"Anyway," Yeonjun averted his gaze back to the younger. "You were saying Byunnie?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, my dad's name is— "

Another ring resonated from from Yeonjun's phone, earning a groan from the said male. "Now what does he want?"

"Is it okay if I answer it Byun?" he asked, giving the boy a warm smile and an eye-smile.

The brunette felt a bit flustered, Yeonjun was really handsome; along with his husband, Choi Soobin.

No wonder Soojun's so good-looking, he got it from his dads.

"Oh, of course Doc!"

Yeonjun gave him a smile before walking towards the window, answering the call.

"Hello?... What is it hon?.... WHAT?! How did you even managed to get Odi stuck on a tree?!..."

Beomhyun watched in amusement as Yeonjun yelled at the air, probably bickering with his husband.

The young boy let out a sigh, sometimes, he wondered what it would be like to see his Papa do that with his other dad? Would they be just like Yeonjun and Soobin? Bickering about how to get their family pet down a tree? Will they roll their eyes at each other playfully but smile lovingly at each other too?

He'll never know.

"Beomhyun?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, the young boy averted his gaze to Yeonjun who had an apologetic look.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, my husband is just hopeless," Yeonjun chuckled.

"Oh, it's okay doc," Beomhyun assured him.

The pink haired male gave him a smile before handing him something that looked like... a school handbook?

"Uhm, not to be rude doc. But what's this for?"

Yeonjun, again gave him a smile. "Since you're temporarily under our care, the rest of us decided that it's best to atleast make you continue your studies. If you want to though, there's no forcing here."

"I-I want to," Beomhyun says.

"Are you sure? I mean that's good but are you sure you wanna start now?" Yeonjun asked, earning a nod from the young boy.

"I'm pretty sure my dad would want that. And besides, I-I don't wanna burden you guys. I'm already thankful that Soojun saved me and you even placed a roof over my head. Thank you sir."

"Aigoo~ you aren't a burden Byun. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Uncle Jun? You're so stiff on yourself, loosen up bud. You can call me anything you want," Yeonjun chuckles, ruffling Beomhyun's hair.

"A-Alright, then; can I call you Uncle YJ?" Beomhyun asks innocently.

Taken aback by the sudden nickname, Yeonjun chortled. "No one's called me that for sixteen years, I almost forgot that nickname existed."