dad jokes //// sulay

thirty-six.

"momma will you tell me about my dad?" anson asked, walking into junmyeon's room where he was working. he was on the phone with some real estate agent, they were talking about finding a place to open either a restaurant or a couple's cafe.

"i'm sorry, can i call you back later?" junmyeon sighed, patting a spot on his bed in front of him, closing his laptop and pushing it to the side.

"sure, but this is very urgent so don't forget," the real estate agent spoke. junmyeon bid him goodbye before hanging up, watching anson crawl onto the bed.

"what's up, kiddo?" junmyeon asked anson.

"nothing really... just thought maybe there was a little more you could tell me about my dad?" anson asked hopefully, playing with his fingers, "you... you don't have to if you don't wanna, i just thought it would help to know a little more about him."

how could junmyeon say no to that?

"alright, well... what do you wanna know?" junmyeon asked anson.

"i don't know... favorite color, favorite food, that type of thing. did grandpa and gramma ever meet him? did they like him?"

"yeah, your grandparents loved him," junmyeon said, "in the brief time they met him, they were convinced we would get married. his favorite color was yellow- i never understood it, since the color is so crusty looking, but he somehow managed to not make it so bad. he had a way of doing that, you know. he would take the things i hated and made me not hate them. kind of like you do. always optimistic. and you look just like him, baby, it's crazy how similar you look. his favorite food, believe it or not, was actually the french toast i used to make."

"that's my favorite too," anson grinned, giggling a little. junmyeon smiled at his cute son.

"yeah, i know it is. he was a dancer, you know. he went to SM university and everything," junmyeon said. anson's eyes sparkled. he liked dancing too.

"really? i didn't know that," anson said happily, "was he any good?"

"ooh, he was the best," junmyeon said, "graduated top of his class. let's see... he was outrageously smart, you know."

"how smart?" anson asked, laying down on his stomach and getting comfortable.

"crazy smart. his iq was above 200," junmyeon said. anson's mouth fell open.

"woah, really?" anson asked, in awe. if there were any people that he idolized in his head, it was his dad and zhang yixing. if only he knew he had been idolizing the same person.

"mhmm. he was a proper genius. a little clueless, though," junmyeon laughed slightly, remembering how confused yixing looked most of the time, "and really, really liked the horror genre."

"really? i like scary movies too," anson said.

"which is why i say you're exactly alike him," junmyeon said, "oh, and he was allergic to grapes."

"me too!" anson exclaimed.

"mhmm," junmyeon nodded, "you got that from him. and when he blushed his ears would turn red, just like yours."

"wow," anson said happily, but then frowning, "the other kids' dads hang out."

"o-oh... i didn't know," junmyeon said. anson nodded.

"yeah. you know that kid aero i told you about? the one that's overbearingly nice to jae?" anson asked. junmyeon nodded.

"well, jaemin went to the restroom the other day. he and his friends walked up to me and said that their dads were planning a get together, and they were supposed to tell the other students in case their dads would be interested in joining the circle. they said everyone but me had agreed to tell their dads. i told them it was just you and me and uncle hunnie, and then they called me a good-for-nothing bastard," anson said sadly. junmyeon was in shock.

"they... they did what?" junmyeon asked, absolutely livid.

"it's not a big deal, so don't call the school or anything!" anson said quickly, "i just figured you'd want to know that sort of thing."

"yeah, thank you for telling me," junmyeon said, "why didn't you just tell sehun to go?"

"momma, uncle hunnie is great and all," anson sighed, scratching the back of his neck, "but he's not my dad. it would be weird to be the only kid who took their uncle. it's not anything special- the dads just hang out, teach their kids how to throw a football and stuff."

"your dad was the football captain," junmyeon frowned, "he could whoop any of their asses."

"momma, you shouldn't curse," anson said, crawling into his mom's lap like he did when he was feeling sad, "was he really the captain?"

"and quarterback. not only that, but he was the first sixteen year old quarterback his senior year. he was seriously good," junmyeon said, "he taught a few of my family members how to throw a ball around."

"ah, lucky," anson said as his mom slowly rocked him side to side, "how good as he?"

"his high school didn't have a winning season for four years until him. he was legendary, really. you know, he loves you."

"he doesn't know i exist," anson replied, snugging closer to his mom, "which is fine, you know. i'm just tired of being the only kid in my class who doesn't have a dad to take to those type of things. always being the one out of the loop. it, well, it sucks." 

"i know, baby," junmyeon sighed as anson started to cry.

"i'm just sick of it. i'm not a bastard- i'm smarter than all of those kids and their dads, i'm more handsome than all of those kids and their dads, i'm nicer than all of those kids and their dads," anson cried, "so why is it always me getting pushed around for it?"

"i'm sorry, baby," junmyeon said, "i wish i could help, i really do. i hate seeing you so sad. but i'm just not good at that stuff- socializing, sports- that was your father's forte."

"it's alright, momma," anson said, kissing his mom's cheek, wiping his eyes, "i don't need anyone other than you."

and junmyeon stayed silent, because he knew no matter how badly he wanted to believe his son, that was a complete lie.