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"Daddy. Dad. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Dad daddy. Dad daddy".
Felix called out with his seat belt strapped tightly around his chest.
"Daddy. Dad. daddy. Daddy. Daddy dad. Daddy".
"Daddy! Dad! Daddy! Dadddddyyy!".
He rambles on and on until his father finally stopped speaking to seungmin and adjusted his rear view mirror just to answer him.
"Yes Felix?".
With a smirk the little boy's eyes shaped into it's favorite crescent moons.
"Hi!".
He uttered, laughing to himself while seungmin just stared back at him from the front seat in pure disgust.
"You're so annoying hyung".
He snarls. His father then pats him on the back, pushing his attention to the view outside the window in front of him instead.
"Hey, be nice seungie alright?".
Seungmin of course scoffs and crosses his arms. It wasn't his fault that Felix was such an obnoxious dweeb.
Feeling a bit lonely Jisung takes off his backpack and places it on his lap so he could hug it.
"Daddy?".
Jisung questionably raises his high tone of voice with his face smuggled into the grooves of his backpack. Gosh, he missed Minho dearly.
"Yes Jisung?".
"Why aren't the hyungs going to school today?".
"Because mommy—".
Chan quickly interrupts seungmin,
"Because daddy has to have an important big boy talk with them. Okay?".
Overhearing the reply, Felix stops himself from trying to steal jeongin's pacifier for himself.
"Hey daddy I thought we were big boys too?".
"Yeah. We are even potty trained now!".
Jisung adds. Seungmin nods and glances over at his father with his eyes glistening in expectancy.
"You guys are big boys. But the hyungs are older of course. Daddy has to start giving house jobs soon you know".
"Ou! Daddy I want to mop the stove!".
Jisung quotes excitedly,
"And I'll sweep the couch!".
Felix shouts soon after. Slowly but surely seungmin turns his head to his father, noticing that his father had done the same. The both of them couldn't hold their glances before they bursted out laughing.
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