*Sequel* What would it be like to be the patriarch of a family of eight boys? Christopher knows all too well.
His parents were out of the picture at a young age, and since then, he's been in charge of the family.
He's raised his brothers as if they...
Changbin looked around with his hands behind his back like an ahjusshi, nodding slowly and making humming noises as he inspected the room with his eyes.
"It's small." He said.
"Yeah." Jeongin hummed. "But it's a good apartment. Nice area. The price was good." He smiled. "It's really close to you, hyungie." He said, nudging Changbin's arm.
Changbin smiled. "I think it'll be good for you."
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Minho snickered to himself as he watched Mirae look around for the baby wipes she had just set down.
"Oppa!" She whined. "If you know where they are, don't just laugh! Actually help me!"
He smiled again and pointed at them, sitting in plain sight on the kitchen table.
She gave a disgusted glare. "Thank you." She grumbled.
She took them aggressively and went to change Minyeo's diaper.
Minho sat on the floor in the living room, playing with Minam.
Mirae came back into the living room and watched for a while. She couldn't help but feel worried at the way he was wrestling with the baby. "Oppa~~! Be careful." She scolded with a pout.
Minho sighed. "He likes it." He said as Minam giggled after tumbling backward.
She sighed. "You could hurt him."
"Mirae-yah~" he said softly. "All babies like this... I played like this with all my little brothers." He laughed. "And look! He's gotten really good at sitting back up after he gets pushed over."
Mirae gave in, which was rare.
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That night, Minho showered and headed to bed.
He opened the door to the bedroom and smiled softly.
His brother's were right. He was turning into a sap.
Mirae laid on the bed, singing softly over the sleeping babies.
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