dad jokes //// sulay

forty-eight.

when junmyeon woke up, anson and jaemin were jumping on him. he grumbled, head delving under the pillow from habit.

"momma, momma, wake up wake up wake up! dad's here! he came back!" anson said, as if he couldn't believe it. truthfully, he was scared that yixing hadn't liked him and left him in the dust.

"that's nice, baby, go bug uncle hunnie," junmyeon whined, "five more minutes."

"okay, fine. we'll be back," anson said, jumping off the bed and then helping jaemin down. they rushed off to sehun's room, opening it and then jumping up and down on sehun.

"no, you devil children," sehun grumbled, just pulling the covers over his head.

"wake up, uncle hunnie, wake up," jaemin said.

"dad came back! he actually, really came back!" anson said, "it wasn't a dream, uncle hunnie!"

"that's nice. go wake up your mother," sehun mumbled tiredly.

"can't! mommy said to come wake you up first!" anson said. sehun grumbled. that little shit.

"what time is it?" sehun whined.

"seven! that's two more hours than normal, you're welcome!" anson said. sehun nodded, tiredly getting up.

"when you both are teens, there will be hell to pay," sehun told them very seriously. they both giggled, then running back to junmyeon's room, but only to be stopped by yixing.

"why don't we give your mother a little more sleep, hmm?" yixing asked, feeling bad.

last night, he had forgotten his phone, so he came back to get it. he heard crying, so he went to find the source, concerned. he stopped at junmyeon's door, not making his presence known and just listening.

so yeah, he felt bad.

"how much longer?" anson whined, pouting, "i'm hungry."

"yeah!" jaemin nodded. junmyeon walked past them.

"it's fine, i'm up. i'll cook," junmyeon sighed, rubbing at his eyes cutely. junmyeon immediately went to the kitchen, grabbing his ingredients to make french toast.

"what up, dude?" sehun asked, "you sent the rugrats on me. not cool."

"shut up, i'm tired and i will snap back," junmyeon grumbled, already beginning to cook, "grab plates before i hit you with a spatula for daring to talk to me this early."

"good morning to you," sehun said sarcastically, only to get hit with the spatula. he yelped, jumping away from junmyeon and grabbing plates.

"help," jaemin said to yixing, pointing to the tall counter and tall barstools there. yixing helped him up, and jaemin thanked him.

"gonna meet actual idols today," anson smiled excitedly, "so cool."

"i have to go to work today," sehun grumbled, "i have to go to work at noon and i'm up at seven. life is cruel."

"i would say sorry but i'm not," anson said, sehun sticking his tongue out at the five year old. yixing snickered, shaking his head to himself as anson did it back.

"shut up, i don't even have to go to work today and i'm up at seven," junmyeon said, "life is really cruel."

yixing fiddled with the box in his pocket. he'd give it to junmyeon in private, and then that would be it. no sweet words exchanged. just a ring.

"okay, you win," sehun nodded, watching junmyeon plate up french toast. he poured powdered sugar on it, grabbing the whipped cream from the fridge since he wasn't a fan of syrup. junmyeon served everyone, not making eye contact with yixing as he handed him his plate. sehun cleaned up the mess, knowing that things had been hard enough on junmyeon as it was.

"thanks, momma," anson said. junmyeon nodded, waddling to the couch and plopping on it, curling up into a little ball and going to sleep.

"shouldn't he eat?" yixing whispered to sehun. sehun shrugged.

"junmyeon, you gonna eat?"

junmyeon just sent back a grumble, already falling into a deep sleep.

"nope," sehun said to yixing, putting whipped cream on his french toast.

"can i have some?" jaemin asked sehun. sehun put some on his plate, then drizzling the syrup for him. he gave the bottle to anson, watching him drown his food in syrup. anson handed it to his dad, who did the same thing.

"aish, you really are father and son," sehun mumbled to himself, eating quickly before announcing that he was going back to sleep.

"annie and i are gonna go get ready," jaemin said once they had finished. yixing nodded at them. perfect timing. jaemin and anson left, and yixing slowly woke up junmyeon.

"whatever it is, can't it wait until later?" junmyeon whined quietly. yixing pulled the box out of his pocket, opening it and showing the ring to junmyeon. junmyeon's eyes widened almost comically, gaping at the ring.

"how much- woah," junmyeon said, grabbing the box and looking at the ring, "is this real?"

"yeah, it's real," yixing nodded, "goes on your middle finger."

"middle finger?"

"chinese tradition," yixing explained, taking the ring out of his box, "do you like it?"

"yeah, but how much did this cost?" junmyeon asked as yixing slipped it on.

"just a couple of million, not a big deal," yixing said. junmyeon gaped at him.

"yixing," junmyeon said, feeling somehow comfortable with the foreign weight on his finger, "i'm going back to sleep, and if this was a dream, i'm going to find you in real life and then kill you. and if this isn't a dream, i'm still going to kill you for spending so much on a ring."

"i guess i'll be planning my funeral then. go back to sleep, junmyeon," yixing said, pushing junmyeon down gently back onto the couch, "you'll see the kids later."

"o-okay," junmyeon nodded, dazed as he slowly closed his eyes, being careful not to lay on his hand.

"it looks nice on you," yixing nodded to himself when he thought junmyeon was asleep, "it wasn't supposed to be like this, but it looks nice on you."

junmyeon stayed silent, hearing yixing walk away. he smiled to himself, falling back to sleep.

his mother would definitely freak out.