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the dreamies have came to invade.
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The next few days at Daegu aren't as eventful as Taehyung had hoped to be. The two of them chose to reside in the Kims residences and help out around the house than venture outside where the curious eyes of neighbours followed their every move. Taehyung was supposedly sent to a boarding school back in Busan, and was now visiting home for a short period of time.

It's near noon, both parents off to work much to Taehyung's irritation for the whole purpose of his visit was to spend some quality time with them, but the bills weren't to pay themselves and both had left with the promise of takeaway when they returned.

As for Jeongguk, Mr.Kim was still understandably terrified of being left in the same room with the man and denied any sort of interaction with him. In fact, the man had nearly experienced a stroke when the mafia leader had nudged a bowl of ramen towards him one evening, eyes wide and body rigid until Taehyung had eased him to a seat and took the bowl from his boyfriend's hands.

Mrs.Kim however, was a different story. After spending a day sobbing tearfully, the woman had marched from her bedroom, swollen eyes light with a determined glint as she had claimed Jeongguk as her new son, in hope of patching the gaping hole of his non-existent childhood. To this, there was surprise, Jeongguk struggling to mask his shock as he was squeezed into a tight hug as his boyfriend beams behind him.

But as for now, the couple lay pressed close to one another as they view another Disney movie Taehyung had insisted on watching after Jeongguk's indifferent confession of never once seeing one.

"Do you want more popcorn angel?"Jeongguk murmurs as the pads of oil-dipped fingers scrape at the base of the container that rests against the blond's stomach.

Taehyung, who's back is pressed flush to the elder's chest, nestled between his legs tilts his head to press a chaste kiss to the man's jaw, "Nope, m'full."

The mafia leader parts his lips to reply, only to be intervened by the shrill shriek of the doorbell that blares across the floorboards.

Huffing, the blond swings his bare legs over the elder's, Jeongguk's shirt hanging loosely over his lithe frame as he trudges for the door, "I'll get it."

Raising a dark eyebrow, the elder slaps a salted finger to the controller, the animated screen halting in its steps as he hurries to catch up with his half-nude boyfriend, "What, no! Your only wearing a shirt, you can't go out like that."

"It covers the icky bits! I'll be fine!"the blond shouts back, amusement prominent in his tone, "And plus I'm wearing an underwear."

Eyelids fluttering close to maintain the carnal need to shun the boy's ethereal beauty from anyone but himself, Jeongguk whines childishly as he slings an arm around his waist, tucking him carefully behind his large frame, "We can both answer the door, but stay behind me and hide those pretty, long legs."

Cheeks blossoming a dark hue of rose, Taehyung chooses to accept the deal, mumbling incomprehensible words of mild irritation into the elder's shirt as Jeongguk swings open the door.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Blinking back the brief shock at the unnamed man's crude language, Jeongguk fixes the male with a chilling glare that has him regretting even parting his lips.