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why do you know my dad?

"what's his gate number?"

"he's not coming by plane anymore. he's driving. he went back home first." jongho shrugged softly, ignoring the soft glare from yunho who made a slight detour, now heading for hwa's place instead.

"did you tell him you're not at the house? he's probably already on his way there." yeosang turned in his seat, a piece of chicken in his hand at he looked at his...friend?

"stop worrying. dad takes almost fifty years to even start driving. he's never here by time he said he was gonna be here by. he'll leave out tomorrow. so by the time i'm sure he's gonna leave, i'll text him and tell him i'm not at the house." he simply shrugged, finding his logic undefeated.

yeosang simply sighed, already feeling like something bad would come of this.

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the sound of the doorbell ringing awoke san from a rather peaceful daze, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. he softly slipped out of wooyoung's arms, who instead grabbed a pillow and snuggled into it.

he slipped on a hoodie as well as a pair of shorts, making his way downstairs, rubbing thr sleep from his eyes before opening the door slowly, his eyes widening.

the older man felt his eyes widen as well, confusion seeping into his eyes before he covered it up.

"san?"

"dad? what are you doing here?"

"uhm...i..." aw shit. he was here to visit jongho. so what was san doing here? did he remember what had happened? did jongho put the past behind him? mr. choi had so many questions swirling through his head yet he had no way of getting answers straight away.

at that moment, wooyoung had awoken, realizing san wasn't in bed with him. he sluggishly made his way to the stairs, hearing two familiar voices, one slightly deeper and a bit more mature by at least more than a couple of years. as he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes furrowed in confusion. "mr.choi?"

now san was confused. wooyoung knew his dad? "wooyoungie? how do you know my dad?" now wooyoung was confused yet again, while mr.choi's eyes widened in shock. san didn't know.

"he's-"

"i've met him before. at the school. he's a close friend of changbin's dad, so i met him at his dad's house a few years ago. right, wooyoung?" his eyes pleaded with the teenager to agree, and although wooyoung was still confused as hell, he nodded.

"i met him at binnie's house when your dad and my dad went to play poker with his dad." san visibly relaxed, nodding in understanding, having forgotten about the fact that his dad was here without him having given him an address.

"is it alright if he comes in wooyoungie?"

wooyoung nodded, weakly smiling at his boyfriend who soon excused himself upstairs to change into something more comfortable.

to which wooyoung immediately freaked out. "i-i thought you were jongho's dad. because then that would mean him and san are brothers. but jongho said he doesn't have a brother. unless san is your illigetimate child? oh my god did you have an affair and cheat on your wife and have san? oh my g-"

"wooyoung. san isn't an illigetimate child. where the hell did you get that from?" mr.choi was trying so hard not to laugh at wooyoung's quiet outburst, but wooyoung had speiled off into the summary of a drama.

"if he's not then why does jongho pretend he doesn't know hi- is that why he refuses to acknowledge san whenever we all hang out?"

"wait-they've met already? jongho said he'd tell me if he ever ran into san..." "mr.choi, i don't mean to be rude but what the f-heck is going on?"