FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

Like father, like son 👶🏻

No hug, no kiss, and most definitely no calling of daddy. Those were the things that Kimhan has been enduring over the past six months when their son suddenly became very possessive over Porchay.

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"No... NOOO!!!" A high-pitched shriek and two small but firm hands pushing his chest away were what welcomed Kimhan home.

Kim straightens his back, has his arms crossed over his chest, and frowns at his three-year-old son, who's mimicking him. "I just want a kiss..." he pouted with a pitiful look in his eyes. "Why don't you want to kiss, Daddy?" He faked a sulking look.

His son—Jae—shook his head. "No, Kimhan!" the kid added before running towards the kitchen, where Porchay was setting the table.

Kim followed right after, but instead of going to Jae, he went straight to his husband. "Angel..." he greeted. Before he could lean close to Chay for a kiss, Jae—whom Chay carried up on the chair beside him—had his hands already blocking Kim's lips faster than his father's movement.

"Kimhan, no, kiss!" Jae turned to Kim. The little kid has his brows furrowed deeply, his lips pursed tightly, and his small hand covering his father's lips—preventing Kim from kissing his husband.

But just as Jae is persistent on protecting his dada from his other father, Kim too is a very determined man. "Hug Daddy then!" he grinned.

Instead of hugging Kim, Jae circled his arms around Porchay's neck—his feet tiptoeing to the best of their abilities. "No, Kimhan. Only Dada!" A small mocking smile flashes on his face while resting his head on Porchay's shoulder, something Kim has no idea where his son got from.

"Angeeel..." Kim whines as he scoots closer to Porchay. Jae was too alert and observant of his father's every move that when Porchay was about to lean close to Kim for a kiss, he had already turned and slipped his body between his parents. Kim could only let out a defeated sigh. "Fine, no kiss, just a hug then." He looks at Porchay, begging.

"Kimhan no hug too!" The persistent kid answered back before Porchay could even nod his head.

Porchay can only chuckle at his husband's and their kid's cute little banters. "Sorry, P'Kim," he apologized. "Later..." he mouthed to his husband, making the sparkle in Kim's eyes come back.

The day didn't end there, because even when they were having their dinner, the two kept on fighting for Porchay's attention. With Kim's every attempt to feed his husband, Jae would pull Chay's hand, asking for food. With Kim's every request for Chay to feed him, Jae will push his daddy away from his dada. With Kim's every stolen touch on Porchay's hands, Jae's glaring eyes follow.

Finally in their room, Kim now has the freedom to hug and kiss his husband, something he would've done the moment he stepped foot in their house only if their son wasn't possessive of Porchay like him. "I can't even hug you freely anymore," he whines to Porchay with his head tucked between the crook of his husband's neck.

"P'Kim," Porchay chuckled. "Stop teasing Jae, stop quarreling with a 3-year-old." His hand reaches the base of his husband's back, rubbing Kim.

"I'm not fighting with Jae!" Kim quickly defended himself. "But on second thought, that kid kinda looks cute when he furrows his brows at me," he added with a chuckle.

"See!" Chay pinched his husband's side. "You're making him more upset with what you're doing."

Kim lifted his head out of the comfort of his husband's warm neck. "But he looks so cute!"