Very long chapterrrrrrr haha enjoy thoughhhh :)
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¨What is this called daddy?¨
Felix questions while slurping a saucy noodle between his lips. Jisung followed suit, taking one noodle by its end and raising it into the air to collect it with his tongue.
¨It's called Spaghetti¨.
Chan answers while feeding Jeongin who happened to be gripping his bottle quite tightly. Each of the children was around the kitchen island slurping away at the pasta and meatballs, making the table and their own faces, a crimson-stained disaster.
¨Mmmm Pasketti! I like it¨.
Minho expresses shoving the ball of meat into his mouth munching sloppily. Chan was glad really, to be finding new meals that could suffice for the traditional ones their mother used to make them.
¨Yeah daddy you are a good cooker!¨.
Changbin chimes in suspending his fork into the air to only have two noodles miss his mouth and instead slap down on his cheek. Seungmin shakes his head at the older,
¨You are an idiot¨.
¨Hey¨.
The father steps in swiping the noodles from Changbin's cheeks disposing them into the nearby garbage can.
¨Be nice Seungmin¨.
¨How can I be nice when your children have holes in their chins?¨.
¨Your face isn't the cleanest either you know¨.
Chan teases pointing to the red spots dancing along the younger's cheeks. Seungmin wipes them quickly smearing the sauce on the sleeve of his pajama shirt. Oh good, another article of clothing Chan had to wash.
Time rolled around expeditiously that night and before Chan could bat another eye it was time for the children to get up for school. Even among shoving uniforms over their heads and them moaning and groaning about how it was too early Chan still managed to get them to school on time. The first week of school was going to be all over tomorrow and Chan was already used to the routine.
He spent his day scrubbing the kitchen counter from top to bottom erasing the visible stains the children left. Not to mention the dishes that were in the sink, sauce caked up on each plate. Which also reminded him that the children's laundry had to be done and their rooms had yet to be cleaned.
You would think that a parent of seven would rather tell their kids to clean up after themselves which Chan encouraged but didn't require. Yes, Chan was a parent but he was smart about things. He knew that if he would've told his children to start cleaning up after themselves more his house would be even more of a wreck than he started with.
Taking the youngers for example, who already got into the habit of shoving their dirty laundry on the floor of their closets in hopes that their room would look cleaner. This all-day process allowed Chan to easily place Jeongin into the kiddy corner of his room where his toys waited to be slobbered on, where he constantly said Da-da over and over again until his mouth was free.
Nevertheless, Chan made it through the first half of his Thursday and Friday's Shenanigans were bound to arrive.
"Daddy!".
The younger's proclaimed, swiping their belongings and running to hug their father's leg gratefully. It was refreshing that the children felt the same way about Chan just as he'd felt every time he saw them.
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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...
