ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

24 hours. [taewin]

a/n: just something to get me off writer's block. not my proudest work.

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" uncle !"

sicheng hasn't even closed his car door when he already hears the voice.

bouncy caramel hair greets his field of vision when he looks up. a kid is running over to him, a big grin plastered on his face. sicheng returns the smile with his own. two seconds after, faster than his eyes can comprehend, the kid is already jumping into his arms.

sicheng barks out a laughter. he scoops the kid into his arm and hauls him up. thanks to the kid's tiny figure, and his adorable facial features, it feels like carrying a teddy bear.

sicheng pecks his cheek. " missed me that much ?"

" yes ," hyuck answers with no hesitation, then proceeds to spread his arms as wide as he could. " this much !"

sicheng giggles. the moment he saw hyuck's blinding smile, the aches and tiredness he felt from work evaporates into the horizon as if they never existed.

" hyuck, did I not tell you not to disturb the neighbours ?"

yeah, definitely not tired anymore.

the night is dark, but the man walking towards him shines bright like there's a halo above his head. in fact, the dim moonlight gives him a particular glow, as if he's a walking angel. and he might just be it – considering how gorgeous he is.

sicheng swallows thickly. his knees grow weak as the man approaches them. still, he manages to speak.

" taeyong hyung ."

the man smiles in lieu of greeting.

" dad !" hyuck exclaims, eyes shiny.

taeyong chuckles. he's handsome even in a casual tank top and navy shorts. albeit being in his early 30s, taeyong always looks like he hasn't aged at all. sometimes he looks even younger than sicheng himself (and mind you, sicheng is only 22).

sicheng's eyes trail lower to taeyong's biceps. biting his lip, he swiftly looks away.

thanks god taeyong didn't notice. he smiles, ever so polite. it sends more butterflies flying into sicheng's stomach.

" did you just got home ?" he asks – friendly. sicheng nods.

" yeah. work, the usual. we had a department meeting and it wasn't so pretty ."

taeyong frowns. " sounds tough. have you at least eaten ?"

sicheng can't recall one day that passes by without taeyong asking him that question.

they meet eyes when sicheng looks up. there's nothing but genuine concern in taeyong's beautiful eyes and it confuses sicheng. it warms his heart, yes, but mostly confuses him.

because they're only neighbours. have been that for two years.

why do taeyong care so much about him?

" not yet ." he replies at last. taeyong's frown deepens.

" it's almost midnight ."

" I can fix myself some instant noodles ."

" or ~" hyuck butts in with an eager look. " dad can cook for us !"

both men turn to him. they exchange another quick glance and burst into laughter. taeyong pinches his son's cheek.

" hyuck, come here. uncle sicheng is tired. you shouldn't ask him to carry you ."

hyuck whines and hides in the crook of sicheng's neck. " no. uncle is mine ."