sorry for the delay loves, very busy weekend for me!
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Before Chan could adjust Jeongin in his grip once more he heard the patterns of footsteps sprinting into the house just to plop on the couch as if they had a long day.
Chan furrows his eyebrows gazing at the six who was apparently too tired to notice his stare. The father decided to clear his throat, making his position known.
"Hyungs you have homework. To the kitchen table it is".
He ordered earning a groan from the three. Jisung pops his head up from his resting spot upon the sofa.
"That means I get the game all to myself? YES!".
The younger rejoices in his long sleeve uniform shirt and vest, popping and locking in the middle of the living room floor as if he were Chris brown.
"Hey! Don't touch my game!".
Minho replies, pausing his journey to the kitchen. To which Jisung sticks his tongue out annoyingly,
"Go do your homework Hyung".
"Don't touch my stuff".
"Daddy bought it for all of us to share!".
"No! He bought it for me because I'm the oldest".
"You just don't want me to play because you're a sore loser".
Jisung mentions crossing his arms, drawing Minho closer to him with gritted teeth. He was so angry that he could smack the smirk off of his little brother's face.
"Take it back Jisung".
"Hm I'll think about that..".
The younger sarcastically assures while stroking his invisible beard. It only took him two seconds to come up with his conclusion. But even in those two seconds the tension rested high between them.
"NO!".
And on that note Minho set off like an alarm pushing his younger brother on the floor desperately trying to fit his abnormally large head in a lock. Jisung thrusts his fist at the older at his own defense but ends up hitting the air each time. He needed to get up but Minho was so damn heavy—-he knew this act was impossible.
"Get off me Hyung!!".
"Take it back or I'll kill you I swear to god".
Usually, Chan didn't intervene unless it became really dangerous. He figured boys will be boys so it's natural for them to fight a little. But once he locked eyes with Jisung's curling bottom lip and grabby hands he had no choice but to stop what was going on. He pulled Minho by his arm making sure his distance was kept.
The two were breathing heavy harshly staring at one another in the face.
"Alright that's enough Minho go do your homework. And stop hitting your little brothers".
The eldest sucks his teeth before throwing his arms into the air,
"Daddy he just called me a sore loser that's isn't fair".
"He called you something. He didn't lay a finger on you. Come on Minho you're the oldest I shouldn't have to keep telling you this".
"But daddy—".
"This doesn't sound like a conversation for someone who's trying to earn a pet".
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Fanfiction"You could've burnt down the house jisung". Chan spoke with sleep still grazing his tone, and of course his beloved youngest son was clinging to his chest. All eight of them stood in a beeline horizontally in the front lawn of their house, watching...
