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Taehyung I gasp in fright when I wake up to a bucket of cold water being tossed on my face, Hoseok smirking triumphantly at me as he stands by the side of the bed. I wipe the water from my eyes and realize it's 6:45 am . "Wake up sleepy head." He chirps, already showered and dressed in a pair of teal medical scrubs. "You have to wake up the gremlin and get him ready for school today." I feel like a ton of bricks are sitting on my chest, my body still exhausted from the lack of sleep. I could not complain, however, knowing I had gotten away with murder by sharing the bed with him. With great effort, I climb out of bed, my t - shirt clinging to my wet chest. Hoseok giggles hysterically as I waddle past him, a part of me happy to see him having fun, even at my expense. I head for the bathroom first to wipe off the water and brush my teeth before I waddle down the hall until I find min-jun's room. There's no response when I knock on the door so I slowly turn the knob and tip toe inside. I find min-jun curled up in a ball, his dinosaur pajamas messily clinging to his tiny body. I sit on his bed and push back his hair, exposing his forehead. He sleeps so peacefully, it feels like a crime to wake is it in silence for a moment, letting him enjoy a few more moments of blissful sleep. I could not explain why, but he made me feel so safe with just his presence, like nothing could disturb us. He stirs slightly as I stroke his hair and even curls up closer to me. Remembering my task however, I decide it's time to wake him. I tap his shoulder and his cheeks but the boy only groans and swats at my hand. Looking around the room to ensure we are truly alone, I lean close to his ear. My mouth hangs open for a second before I finally find my voice. "mm-min-jun," I hiss, feeling my heart race in fear Hoseok would come in and hear me speak. I tap his cheek frantically . "Mm-min-jun. P- please wa- wake up ... " "Five more minutes," he groans, squeezing his eyes tightly. Unsure what else to do, I wiggle my fingers down his sides and he screams with laughter, kicking his legs about. He writhes against the tickles until he finally sits up. "G - good morning, m-min-jun" I whisper so quietly, he doesn't hear me over his own laughter. "Hi, taehyung!" he laughs, cupping my cheeks in his small hands. He squishes my face, genuinely happy to see me and throws his head back in laughter. "Hi, taehyung!" I stare at his pretty eyes and feel my body relax, "H- hi m-min-jun." "H- hi," i chuckle, ruffling up his hair. "Hi!" he squeals, jumping into my lap. I find his game amusing and carry on for another 10 hellos before I throw the pup over my shoulder and take him to the bathroom. I help him wash his face, brush his teeth for him, and even put together a simple outfit that I hope is to Hoseok's liking. He insists on combing his own hair but as I watch him struggle, he finally hands me the comb and lets me comb his hair. Pleased with my work, I crouch down to his level and offer him a toothy grin he gives me a heart shaped smile in return. "w- what wo-would you like for bre break-breakfast?" I ask him, my cheeks flushing at my severe stutter. Min-jun pays no mind to my imperfect speech, instead playing with his hands and grinning happily at me with no judgment in his blue and brown eyes. "Pancakes," he shouts, doing a happy dance and spinning his heels . "Pancakes , please!". I don't know the first thing about making pancakes but I would figure it out if it killed me. I take min-jun into the kitchen and search the cupboards until I find a box of pancake mix with instructions on the back. Satisfied, I collect all the necessary ingredients and mix them all up in a bowl until I get a nice thin batter ready. I heat up a double burner griddle on the stove and min-jun hands me cooking spray so the pour out the batter. I leave it for a while, searching the cabinets for min-jun's plates and cups sol can pour out a glass of milk for min-jun. Suddenly, the smell of burnt batter fills my nostrils. In a panic, I rush to the griddle and flip the pancake, revealing a charred black top. Min-jun bursts into laughter at the hideous pancake and I scowl at him as I toss it in the trash. I try again, this time flipping the pancake too early and spilling it into a shapeless mass all over the griddle. I want to give up but min-jun seems to be amused by my lack of cooking skills and I decide to try one last time. Taking a few deep breaths, I pour out the batter again, waiting patiently until the big flip. A bead of sweat trickles down my brow as I slide the spatula under the pancake and lift up for the flip. My heart stops for a second when the pancake flips perfectly, revealing a golden brown top. Min-jun cheers and howls in delight and I can't help but bow for him. I serve him my perfect pancake and he eats it gingerly, giving me a thumbs up with his approval. I make a few more pancakes for hoseok just in case he wishes to eat. As min-jun eats, I get to work packing his and Hoseok's lunch, cutting up fruit, slicing up cheese, and making min-jun a small PB & J without the crusts. I make hoseok a BLT and pray to Moon Goddess that he won't throw it in my face. With their sandwiches and snacks packed into small paper bags, I find a pen and notepad to write hoseok a little note with his lunch. Taehyung, he's going to kill you for writing that, Mark says as he troll my eyes, I finish writing and place it in his lunch anyways, knowing he would hate me no matter what I did. Hoseok suddenly strolls in, looking absolutely beautiful with his hair neatly made and light makeup on his face(just some lip gloss and light eyeliner). I force my eyes to the ground to keep him from seeing my blush and force myself to focus on anything else to slow my racing heart. Min-jun rushes to meet his eomma and kiss him good morning, hoseok inspecting my work. "You did a good job" he says nonchalantly, wiping some syrup off min-jun's cheeks. "We better get going though. I have to list you as a guardian at min-jun's school, otherwise they won't let you take him." I take the hint and run to the room to change into a t- shirt and jeans and comb my hair. By the time I finish, hoseok has already placed min-jun's dishes in the sink and stuffed the lunch in his backpack. "Let's go" he sighs, grabbing his keys and holding min-jun's hand. I see his lunch on the counter and grab it as I pass by before handing it to him. He stares at it for a moment before reluctantly taking the lunch. Hoseok looks nervously at her feet and sticks out his hand to me, refusing to meet my eyes. I gulp, wiping my clammy hand on my jeans and taking his. Strong sparks tingle up and down my arms and I feel him shiver against me. Try as he might, he could not ignore our bond. As we prepare to leave, I can't help but notice he's still wearing the colorful bracelet I bought him. While out shopping yesterday, I came across a little shop and saw the bracelet in the window display. It reminded me of the one my mother used to wear when I was a kid. I bought it without a second thought, knowing such a cute bracelet could only belong to my Hoseok. It makes my heart soar to see him wear it like an informal mark claiming him as mine. Noticing me staring at the bracelet, hoseok rolls his eyes at me. "Min-jun asked me to wear it." He mutters. "Can we go now?" Not wanting to agitate him anymore, I run my thumb across the back of his hand and pull him forward. During our walk, min-jun hums as he skips happily beside his eomma, pausing every so often to see a bird in the trees or to point at a snail on the sidewalk. The walk is short as the daycare building is only two blocks from the house and before long, the sound of children playing in the playground fills the warm summer air. Min-jun immediately turns to kiss his eomma absentmindedly on the cheek before running to the playground to join his little friends. With min-jun gone, Hoseok pulls his hand from my grip and leads me into the building to the administrative offices. There, a tall, slender woman with thick spectacles greets us. "Hello, Mrs.Song" hoseok smiles politely. "I'm here to register a new guardian for min-jun" he says, pointing to me. "His name is Kim Taehyung" she begins filling out a small form. "What is the relationship of the gentleman to the child?" Mrs.Song asks. Hoseok's smile widens. "Oh , he's the new housekeeper and nanny." Mrs.Song lowers her spectacles and glances at me. "Is that right, Mr.Kim?" I send a death glare at Hoseok who smirks back at me, pleased at having thoroughly annoyed me. Knowing I could not possibly contradict his statement without looking like a half- witted fool, I nod slowly at Mrs.Song" Alright, sign your name here. Pick- ups are at 5pm sharp. Please try to be on time," she sighs. "There is a small fee for every tardy." I sign the documents and she stamps her approval. "You're all set Mr.Kim. We'll see you here at 5pm this afternoon," Mrs. Song smiles. "Have a lovely day." Hoseok leads me down the steps and walks briskly out of the view of the school before taking my hand as per the agreement. My heart sinks as I realize Hoseok did not want anyone knowing about us. If you want to win him over, Mark snaps, then you have to take a stand and not let him ignore you. I have an idea. I almost groan out loud when he says that because his ideas are terrible, when he explains my task, I feel like fainting. Just trust me, my stupid wolf chuckles mischievously. You'll thank me later. Hoseok continues to ignore me on our walk to the clinic while I mentally prepare myself for Mark's idea. As we approach the clinic, Hoseok tries to loosen my grip on his hand but as Mark instructs, I hold him back tightly. He huffs angrily and when he tries again, I pull him into my chest and kiss him gently on the lips, my entire face tingling with pleasure. His body remains stiff with surprise and I pull away quickly not giving him a chance to scream at me. Holy shit! Mark laughs as I practically sprint down the road without looking back at him. You actually did it! You fucking kissed Hoseok! My legs shake violently but I don't allow myself to collapse on the floor until I round the corner out of his sight. Hoseoks lips are so soft, I murmur to myself as I gently caress the spot where his lips met mine to savor the sweet flavor of his mouth. I can't help the smile that stretches across my lips as I slowly get up again and sprint back to the house, a bit too cheerful for my own good. Hoseok was sure to scold me when he returns but not even the thought of him screaming at me could dampen my mood. I'd kiss him again if given the chance. Inside the house, ji-won is hard at work making breakfast. She serves me a plate as she feels the vibrations of my footsteps and I pull her into my arms for a hug. "Did you sleep well?" I sign, knowing she must have enjoyed sleeping in a comfortable bed all to herself. Back at diamond wings, we slept on hard wooden cots and this was the first time she had a soft clean bed to call her own. Her eyes light up instantly . "It was wonderful," she beams, eyeing me suspiciously . "So why are you so smiley?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Before I can give her the details of my stolen kiss, I hear a faint knock at the door. I inform ji-won and try my best to reassure her that everything is alright. Mustering up some courage, I walk to the door , opening it with caution. Outside on the steps , a beautiful fem-male with fiery red hair waits with a bag over his shoulder, his warm smile contorting into a vicious snarl. "Who in the fuck are you?" he growls.
