The Kim Family Tetralogy

44

"Baby," Hobi wheezed, "what's this?" he held out a white uniform covered in a plastic garment bag that he found hanging in the back if Minho's old closet at his parents' house.
"Oh," Minho stood up from packing a box full of old law books, "my uniform." he shrugged, and went back to his books.
"Your uniform?" Hobi almost swallowed his tongue.
"Mm."
"Arrglhm brl lurp." Hobi had to sit down. He was having a small horn-collapse, shivering all over, drooling.
For realz.
Drool was dripping from his mouth.
"Harrrgll." he panted.
"Yeah?" Minho snickered.
"Harrrgll."
"Maybe I'll put it on and come pick you up from work one day?" Minho suggested with a crooked smile.
"HARRRGLL!" Hobi melted down on the bed, unable to focus his thoughts, his, well, anything!
"Oh, ho-hooh!" Minho laughed, "I should've worn it when I carried you over the threshold, shouldn't I've?"
"...." Hobi gasped, and got some drool down the wrong pipe and started coughing.
"Hobi!" Minji shouted from somewhere, "Can you come look at this, please?"
"He can't come to the phone right now!" Minho shouted back.
"Why, what's wrong?" Minji wondered, showing up at the door, worried.
Minho just pointed at the bed.
"Hrgl." Hobi sounded, helpless, looking at her, pleading for mercy, cradling the bag.
"Oh, you're mean!" Minji slapped her brother and went over to Hobi and took the uniform from him, "I'll pack it for you." she smiled, patting Hobi on his arm.
"Hnku." Hobi croaked out, still unable to move, hearing 'Love lift us up where we belong' whilst watching an R-rated trailer, playing in his head.
How was he supposed to function for the rest of the day?
How?
He swallowed, trying to contain his drool.
Wasn't successful.
"I bet," Minho grinned,
"Wha?" Hobi drooled.
"I could get you to agree to anything right now..."
"Ya." Hobi agreed, nodding.
Gaping.
"Hmm," Minho mused, and came closer, "what should I go for..." he bent down, putting his weight on his hands on either side of Hobi, "How about..." he placed a light kiss on Hobi's mouth, "You let me take you out to dinner tonight?" he he waved his eyebrows up and down.
"T-heh." Hobi giggled and pulled him down beside him, kissing him deeply, "Deal!" he laughed.
"Guys," Chunja said, poking her head in, "can you take Charlie tomorrow? I 'm on calf watch at the sanctuary and Cecilia has a doctors appointment?"
"We'd love to!" Hobi smiled over Minho's shoulder.
"Great." Chunja smiled, "You can drop her off at the boys' on your way there," she continued her conversation with Cecilia, leaving them to it, "No, no, at their new place, that's on the way!" they heard her say as she went downstairs.
Minho sighed, "Imma get cockblocked tomorrow then." he winked.
Hobi gasped, "You watch your mouth, mister!" he slapped him on the biceps.
"What?!" Minho laugingly complained, "I will!"

"I love our home." Hobi sighed, happily as they carried the last of Minho's old stuff inside.
Minho had gone ahead and bought a big house, complete with a guest house for Bonbon, a big pool, with a pool house that Yoongi'd already claimed as his, coming, semi-permanent residence, and a secluded garden in a gated community, ten minutes from his parents as well as both their workplaces.
To Hobi, having lived his whole life in one of the most expensive citys in the world up 'til this point, it was ridiculously big and luxurious and felt castle-like.
Eventhough Minho assured him it was a modest home over here and rather small, even, for the neighbourhood.
But still!

It came with a nice outdoor dining area they both enjoyed immensly, 'cause of, you know, memories and stuff, and Hobi'd felt instantly at home here, in this beautiful house that'd awaited him when they'd got back from their honeymoon.
They'd hung Taehyung's painting over the couch in the big livingroom with the fireplace.
They had a fireplace!
Hobi had to shake his head.
When would they ever need to use a fireplace in this subtropical climate?
And did they really need four ensuite bathrooms and a guest dito, downstairs?
Besides their master one?
Really?
But it was beautiful.
Bright, warm, elegant and balanced and it fit them.
So well.
They had no doubt they would be very happy here.
Settle.
Here.
Even if Minho still had his old apartment back home.
They'd decided to not sell it for the time being, since they'd have to go back now and again to keep their commitments in all things Team Dick as they still planned to.
Wasn't cheap, but neither was the hotel bills they racked up with security measures in place so.
They'd arrived at the conclusion they'd rather have less money than have to stay at hotels, getting gawked at and still pay a fortune, at least for the time being, so, yeah.
It was what it was.
Hobi'd felt a little bit bad for dragging Minho away from his employment with Mr Kim, now that he'd finally passed the bar exam, again, and could start practising law in that country too, but, Minho had just laughed and pointed out that the international clients he already had wasn't going anywhere and could, most certainly, handle a couple of hours of time difference.
And besides, most of his clients, where from this side of the world even now, so, he would still work for Mr Kim when needed.
And also, he might go back to lawschool for another degree...