ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ. ⚣ YugBam [DDLB]

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Bam paced the hallway floor with his phone pressed against his ear.

"Yeah it's me. I'm booking studio time for tomorrow, just for a couple of hours".

"Got it. New song coming soon?".

BamBam chuckled into the phone.

"Something like that".

Consistently passing by the door he remembered Yugyeom coloring in his kiddy closet. He opened the door to take a peak at the younger who's focus was still on his pictures. He held the phone against his chest making himself inaudible to the other.

"I'm going to have the chef make you something to eat. What do you want for dinner baby?".

Yugyeom's eyes marveled over the finishing products of his coloring pages.

"Samgyeopsal!".

He proclaimed in a soft tone while sliding another coloring sheet out. BamBam nodded, calling out the order to the chef before recollecting his phone conversation.

"Appointment confirmed".

"Thank you for your time".

He ended the call quickly shoving his phone into his pocket before reentering the room with Yugyeom.

"Daddy look".

Yugyeom beamed whilst holding the oversized coloring sheets in the air so the older could see. BamBam gave him a shocked expression, placing his hands on his knees so he could be at his level.

"Those are so nice Gyeommie! Can you make one for me?".

"Hmph. Does daddy deserve one?".

Yugyeom teases pulling out his crayon box again. Bam took it upon himself to frown.

"Hey! Why wouldn't I deserve one?".

"You didn't let me meet Jackson Hyung today".

"Yes and there were reasons for that".

"What are the reasons?".

The baby boy asks, sassily taking another crayon out of the box.

"When that becomes a baby's business I'll tell you".

"Why can't you tell me now? It is my business".

"No it isn't".

"Yes it is".

"Gyeommie this isn't up for debate. Daddy says no".

Yugyeom sits the crayon down in its position now looking up at his daddy with folded arms.

"Well Gyeommie says yes".

"Haven't you read the rules? Do you know that you are breaking one?".

Yugyeom blinked a couple of times trying to regress the never-ending sheet of paper. He gave him a short shrug.

"Rules are made to be broken".

"Yeah well not mine".

"Who says?".