See You Again

Happy

He felt a cold drop of water on his forehead. He wrinkled his brow. He tried opening one eyelid. Nope. It was too bright. He closed his eyes again. Ah! Blessed darkness. He sighed and turned to his side but ended up sprawled on the floor. He opened his eyes reluctantly to see his daughter standing above him holding a glass of iced water.

“You pushed me?” He asked his daughter. It was not the first time she did. He was a deep sleeper. Haru had been inventing ways to successfully wake him up for years.

His only daughter rolled her eyes at him. “I wish. But no. You fell on your own. But if you hadn’t you would be feeling really chilly right now.” She smirked at him and pointedly looked at the glass of water on her hand.

“Stop rolling your eyes at me, young lady.” He warned his daughter. “And wipe that smirk off your face.” He added sternly or at least he tried to sound stern but he probably failed because the young lady’s expression remained unchanged.

That earned him a snort. “Mom told me to tell you if you don’t get Uncle Seungri off the sofa before she gets back at 10am you’re not allowed inside your bedroom tonight.”

He swiftly turned his head to the opposite end of the sofa. True enough a snoring Panda was on it or at least the lower half of his body was. His torso was hanging off the sofa and his head was on a weird angle, which was probably the reason for the terrible snoring that he had initially failed to notice. He grimaced at his friend’s unappetizing morning look.

“Was she angry?” He asked his daughter tentatively.

“Nope.” She took a swig of ice cold water. “She was livid. The three monsters, ehem, musketeers woke up crying when Uncle Seungri started his terrible snoring. They were really cranky and she tried to wake you up but you just tried to grab and kiss her. That was gross, Dad. I honestly did not need to see you doing that. Eew.”

“Crap.” Jiyong slapped a hand on his eyes. He was in big trouble.

“Mom had no choice but to take us all down to the studio and we camped the night down there.” He sighed in relief. At least the terrible three won’t be that cranky tonight if they still were able to get back to sleep. The studio was sound proof so Seungri’s caterwauling won’t be heard from there.

He gave a murderous glare towards his oblivious friend. Then he noted his daughter’s bare feet. “The floor’s cold. Wear your slippers.”

“Yeah, right. If you can make mom wear them then I’ll wear them, too.” She turned and started to walk towards the kitchen. She glanced at the wall and pointed at the clock. “Time’s ticking, dad.” He looked up and saw it was almost 10am. His wife was almost always never late. He cursed under his breath and scrambled after his daughter.

“You’re done with your water?” He gestured at the glass. She shrugged. He wordlessly took it from her and dumped the remaining ice cubes on Seungri’s neck. A girl-like shriek followed by a dull thud was heard from the general direction of Bigbang’s maknae.

“Nice tenor you got there, Uncle Riri. You could almost pass off as a soprano.” His snarky teenage daughter commented as she stepped over her honorary uncle. “Yah!” The offended male specimen sputtered in protest at his friend’s daughter. Jiyong looked at the unglamorous dark-eyed look of his CEO friend and shook his head in disgust.

As Haru reached the stair’s landing she paused. “Oh by the way, Dad. The music sheets you left on the table downstairs. Were they important? I hope you’ve got copies because the little angels sort of made a mess out of them. Daehan tried and failed to make a paper basket. He was making it for Mom. Mingguk scribbled his own notes over your notes. He said your notes were ugly. Manse peed on the rest. He saw puppies peeing on paper on TV and he wanted to be a puppy because you won’t buy one.” She gave a sheepish smile at him. “Sorry. Mom left me with them when she made breakfast and I thought they would stay asleep so I went back to sleep but then they woke up before me and it just sort of happened.” He groaned in frustration at his daughter’s words. “I salvaged as much as I could, Dad, but some sheets were beyond saving. Sorry.”

It was partly his fault. He should have secured them before leaving yesterday but the impatient man-child was honking his horn repeatedly so he left them as is. “It’s okay. I’ll find a solution.” He sighed in defeat.

“Hyung!” The maknae called his attention. He glared at the indirect cause of his problems. “What!?!”

“Baegopang, hyung!” The panda whined as he stroked his now growling stomach.

He rolled his eyes at the brat and walked towards the kitchen. “You have your own home why do you always end up sleeping in our sofa whenever you’re drunk?” He asked in frustration.

The panda was stalking him while dragging along his blanket. Jiyong turned and gave his longtime friend the evil eye. “Because your wife adores me and she cooks the best hangover soup in the world.” The Panda was wiggling his butt as he waited for Jiyong to reheat the soup for both of them.

Jiyong muttered under his breath, “You should be thankful she adores you or I would have left you out on the porch last night.”

“I heard that, Hyung.” Seungri pouted.

“You were meant to hear it.” Jiyong answered.

“You’re just jealous.” Seungri proudly rubbed salt on his injuries.

“Don’t tempt me, Seungri. You know how I could make your life difficult, maknae.” The Dragon was fuming mad and the Panda cowered. But then the sound of front door opening reached them and the Panda’s mischievous grin went back on. “Uhuh. But I know what she could make you do or not do, Hyung. And the truth is she L-O-V-E-S me. Bros before hoes, Hyung. I’m the Bro and you’re the hoe and that’s the whole truth. So help me, God.”

Jiyong groaned in frustration at his friend’s twisted logic. There was so much idiocy in his friend’s words that it was simply too much to take not when he haven’t taken yet his first cup of coffee sweetened with a morning kiss from his beautiful wife.

The Panda was already on his feet and was skipping towards their entry hall. “Noona! Your Mr. Pogi is here, Noona.” Jiyong grimaced. For a hungover guy he sure could screech.

Soft, muffled, feminine tones interspersed with the bickering gibberish of four boys aged four to forty could be heard. He smiled. The world could go crazy but he was happy because she’s back home.