When you say my name -Wooyoung

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxᴠɪɪ:𝐻𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒿𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑔

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It was finally settled. Ollie had accepted my invitation to live with me and Wooyoung, though it took a lot of convincing hianbrother's friends, and as I stood studying the boxes that lay scattered across the living room, a satisfied smile appeared on my lips.

Since the day those two were locked in the room, it was like seeing two different people. Ollie smiled more and Wooyoung—he was happier than I had seen him in a long time.

I watched as he walked into the apartment with a box in his arms, a smile on his face as he replied to whatever Ollie had said as he trailed behind Woo. It was cute to see and swelled my heart so much, I thought it might burst. Then Laney walked in carrying a duffel bag and the world seemed to move in slow motion.

She threw her head back as she laughed, her hair brushing against her neck before her eyes found mine and she smiled widely. Laney blew me a kiss and I caught it, placing the palm of my hand on my own lips before she turned and walked into the spare bedroom.

The boys and I worked all day and half the night clearing it out and cleaning it before Ollie moved in. Wooyoung insisted that we get a new bed before dragging San and I to the store to buy a new bed set to go with it. Thankfully, Yeosang had a bedroom set that he wasn't using so we moved those in as well. The room looked good for a space that was put together by a bunch of twenty year old males who knew nothing about decorating. Besides Woo, of course. That man was phenomenal when it came to colors and the use of space.

"Is that everything?" I asked as Laney threaded her fingers with mine and Jongho shut the door.

"Seems to be. Ollie and Wooyoung said they'd go get anything that was left later," he replied, plopping down on the couch was a tired grunt.

The others followed suit with a few falling out on the floor and the others fighting over couch space.

I raised my hands like the proud father I am and said, "Now that all my children are here, we need to set some ground rules."

Wooyoung and Ollie groaned, along with San, while the others shrugged because the matter didn't pertain to them.

I chuckled as I shrugged, "Nah, I'm just kidding. I just wanted to call you all my kids."

"Ha. Ha," San enunciated. "You're only twenty-four, yet you act like you've been a father for all that time."

"I have. Someone had to raise the seven of you," I teased, earning a few shakes of the head.

Ollie's hand shot up as he leaned past Wooyoung's figure. "Does that mean I've been officially adopted?"

"Please," Seonghwa replied with a wave of his hand, "that happened a long time ago."

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