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Jisung sometimes hates his life.
There's so much going on. And nothing makes sense. At all.
Like his client who loves to shout at him at ass-o-clock in the morning.
His boyfriend who loves lounging at his place without helping with anything.
Or his best friend who has a baby.
Wait, no. Having a baby is not his sin.
He just hopes Felix is not a mindreader secretly or he is doomed.
Jisung loves his best friend and his family. He truly does.
But they are all, well, let's say they are high-maintenance. Finicky.
And they love parties. Both Felix and his husband Minho.
Idiots.
And them loving parties isn't a problem. Jisung would love to join them.
And drag Changbin to it too, while he is at it.
God knows that man needs some fresh air. And well, human interactions. He is slowly turning into the biggest couch potato Jisung has known. Even bigger than Chan who is practically glued to his screen most of the time.
It's not even March, and Changbin has completed 124 movies on Netflix. So, two movies a day.
Good. Perfect.
Felix is to be blamed for this. One hundred per cent.
Who told him to share the password? He is rich, okay. But Jisung is hardly getting his love time these days. His boyfriend is married to the TV screen and it's totally his best friend's fault.
Oh, no no.
Felix's sins don't end here.
Jisung can spend hours talking about the guy. Bitching about him.
There's so much to discuss. To spill.
But he has more crucial matters in hand.
Jaeyul, to be exact.
He is eight months old and can not speak.
But boy he can cry.
Shrill voice enough to pierce your ear drums. Totally spoiled, just like his fathers. Jisung can not even put him in the crib or he will cry.
"CHANGBIN!"
No answer.
"SEO FUCKING CHANGBIN!"
"What…….."
"Get the fuck up. Right now. You are gonna grow tubers one day."
"Don't curse in front of the baby."
"I will do what I want!"
"Okay, now shh…"
"GET UP."
Changbin is still laying on the sofa. Shuffling through the channels. Probably choosing the next movie.
Time for rolling his best weapon.
"Help me or I'll dump you."
"When?"
WHEN?
Jisung has had enough of Changbin's laziness. And to think he had wanted to live with him. Marry him. Be with him.
Love is so not enough.
Crazy right?
Ah, Jisung is unlucky. So unlucky.
He feels like joining Jaeyul in his crying fest. Only this little baby can understand his problems. No one else.
So he does.
Well, he doesn't wail. As much as he wants to. It's against his at home policies. Wailing is restricted to the bathroom.
He cries.
Beautifully.
Jisung is pretty as fuck. And all those poetic stuff they say in the movies. Shining diamonds and all.
The kitchen counter is filled with their, well, diamonds. His nephew's and his.
"Sung?"
Naah, Changbin is not going to get any answer. He needs to suffer.
And there you go.
Changbin is walking towards them now.
Jisung lied. The D-word isn't his weapon. His pearly tears are.
And they are always effective. Well, most of the time. Cutting onions and sobbing over it doesn't count. Especially when he is the designated 'Vegetable chopper' in this house. He needs to learn how to cook. Seriously.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Tears. Sobs.
"I am tired."
Soft voice. Works. All the time.
Changbin is looking at him with worry. T-shirt too big on him. It's Jisung's one of the oversized ones.
"I'm sorry. I….I will help with Jae. You go, sleep."
"Thank you, love you."
Changbin kisses him on the cheek. One, after a week. Jisung is keeping a count. Secretly, on his phone.
Finally.
His head was killing him.
He can finally go and stretch his legs. Maybe take a long nap. Three hours at least.
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He is wrong.
Jisung is hardly into his first sweet dream when he hears the loud noise.
Broken china.
What the hell.
He hops into his pants. Jisung should avoid sleeping in his undies when he tasks Changbin with something.
The living room is a mess.
There are newspapers everywhere. And broken china.
The front door is open.
Jaeyul is missing.
Changbin is sitting on the floor. Crying.
"What the hell, Changbin! Where is Jaeyul? Oh my God, did he run away? Can he even walk?"
Changbin has his head in his hands. Crazy.
Jisung wants to join him. But where is Jaeyul?
He need not look further.
Felix is standing by the door, Jaeyul in his hands. His expressions somber.
Fathers are scary. Jisung is in trouble.
"It's Changbin's fault!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes! I was not even in this room."
Changbin doesn't come forward to save his ass. Truly his fault. Jisung is innocent.
"Are you sure you guys are 28?"
"I'm 27."
"Shut up, Changbin!"
"Okay, okay. Cool. Good."
"Felix…."
"No, I said it's fine!"
That shuts Jisung up. Scary. He wonders what would have happened if it was Minho instead of Felix. His best friend is still soft on him. He hopes so.
"Okay, then. I will leave. Bye."
That was the most passive-aggressive bye he has ever witnessed in his twenty eight years on planet earth.
"Jisung."
He looks down, at his boyfriend. Changbin looks serious. Things went too far.
"Hmm…"
"We'll never be good fathers."
"It's okay. We'll learn. We have all the time in the world."