dad jokes //// sulay

twenty-nine.

f i v e  y e a r s  l a t e r

"mommy, mommy, wake up!" anson screeched, jumping up and down on his mom's bed.

"five more minutes, annie," junmyeon groaned, covering his head with his pillow.

"mommy, no, you need to get up because today i have school and later you have to walk the red carpet," anson whined, tugging on his mother's arm.

"yah, junmyeon, wake up and drive your kid to school," sehun grumbled, walking into the room and throwing a school bag at junmyeon. after five years, after junmyeon became one of the most known chefs in all of korea, they were still roommates. bigger house, but still roommates.

"alright, alright, i'm up," junmyeon said, slowly sitting up from his comfortable bed. he left his warm cocoon of blankets, picking up anson and settling him on his hip and walking to the restroom.

"mommy, some of my classmates are saying i look like that guy yixing. the one who owns zyx entertainment," anson said, "do i really?"

"yeah, annie, you look just like him," junmyeon nodded, acting like the name didn't make his heart hurt, "i'll find a photo of him online to show you."

"okay," anson said happily, brushing his teeth along with his mom, "mommy, guess what!"

"what?" junmyeon asked, spitting the toothpaste into the sink at the same time as anson.

"my teacher says i can skip a grade!"

"skipping grades?" junmyeon asked, wide eyed.

wow, you really are your father's son.

"yeah! two, in fact! she says i'm way ahead my classmates, isn't that cool?" anson asked.

"so cool. do you want to?" junmyeon asked, uneasy about it, "i mean, older kids can be really mean sometimes."

"momma, i don't wanna be that one kid, but i have a rich mom. they literally can't be mean to me," anson said. junmyeon laughed at that answer.

"well aren't you happy i'm your mom?" junmyeon joked.

"yeah. not cause you're rich and know celebrities, though, cause you're my mom and i love you," anson said, putting his toothbrush away and stepping off off his stepping stool, "i'm gonna go put on my uniform!"

junmyeon stood there, staring at the mirror as his heart warmed up.

"my sugar cube son," junmyeon sniffled, wiping his eyes before anson could see him crying, "always makes me sob buckets of tears."

"mommy where's my school shirt?!" anson shouted from his room across the hall.

"i'll help you in a minute, baby!" junmyeon shouted back. he sighed, fixing his hair quickly before walking out of his ensuite and going to anson's bedroom. sehun was there, picking out anson's sneakers and clothes, looking around for the shirt.

"i've got it, sehun," junmyeon said.

"oh, great, cause i have to go work on my new fashion line," sehun said, "can't find his shirt. boy, i will design you an entire new wardrobe and sue the school until they get rid of uniform if you need me to, you're my guy."

"thanks, uncle hunnie!" anson smiled, fist bumping sehun.

"sure, yix- anson," sehun quickly recovered, staring wide-eyed at junmyeon. junmyeon shrugged, going through anson's wardrobe until he found the lost shirt. anson watched kpop videos on his cell phone and read articles about zyx entertainment while junmyeon dressed him.