[Fic] Panna Behs, Daddy!
Title: Panna Behs, Daddy!
Pairing: None, Changmin-centric.
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Notes: Thank you to my child, Yam, for helping me with the baby's name, and being psycho with me about 'panna behs' on Twitter while I was writing.
Disclaimer: I would let Changmin impregnate me with his precious, adorable children, but... it hasn't happened yet.
It wasn't meant to happen. It had happened in a moment; they'd been wandering down the street, her eyes bright as she looked from shop to glittering shop. Her fingers wound tightly into his, her body molded to his side. Their soft whispers traded back and forth, and he leaned down closer to her face, stealing the words from her lips with a kiss. They'd been dating for a few weeks, but it was the first time, and she'd stopped on the spot, fingers clenching to pull him to a halt as well.
He pulled his mouth away, but her hand was already running up the back of his neck, into his hair, gripping onto him and pulling him down for more. With wide eyes they'd looked at each other, each waiting for the moment where the others would slide closed. Waiting for each other to give in.
He gave in first. She was sure he was never as beautiful as he was then; unbearably close, long eyelashes casting shadows against his cheeks. It was a fleeting picture, one she'd lost immediately when he'd pulled her fully against him and her own eyes had slid shut. Fleeting, but beautiful.
Kisses had carried them down the street, toward his apartment Suppressed urges came undone. Bodies had tangled together, gentle touches straying further than they'd ever been allowed before. As sharp as his words could sometimes be, he was soft, hands and body cautious.
Even the gentle make mistakes.
They’d been together less than a year when the baby was born.
And they’d been together less than two when she disappeared.
She’d left quietly; he’d been at work, and had come home to find their neighbour in the living room, holding the baby and trying to quiet his cries. The woman had handed his child to him, smiled, and explained that his wife had asked her to watch him until he’d gotten home. She’d gone on her way, and he’d been left wondering exactly where she’d gone so late at night.
Her phone was shut off. It took him less than an hour to discover that the suitcase in their closet was gone, and most of her clothes with it. The money they saved in a jar in the kitchen was gone. The last thing he discovered was probably the most important, and yet the easiest to have overlooked.
Her house key lay on the living room table.
That night, Shim Changmin curled up on his bed, holding his nine-month old son almost protectively against his chest, and tried not to cry.
--
It was a painful adjustment after that night. His family frowned upon the fact that he was only twenty-two, barely a man, and had already fathered a child. He’d had to drop out of university to support his wife and child. They’d been hard-pressed to make rent every month, and living expenses had been scraped for. Neither family was willing to support their children, the young couple that had gone and done something so achingly stupid without thinking.
He had nobody to turn to for help. The neighbour was accommodating enough in that she agreed to watch the baby for a few days while he was at work, but he knew he couldn’t depend on her kindness for very long. He couldn’t take his child to work with him, either. He wasn’t exactly qualified enough to work at a place that had a child daycare center in it.
In the end, Changmin ended up switching jobs three times, and apartments four. The pay seemed to become less and less, the living spaces smaller and smaller, but he was unwilling to depend too much on the kindnesses of others. Neighbours could only be counted on to watch his son for so long, and babysitters, in the end, cost too much to fit into his expenses.
Every night, for almost a year, he called her phone. And every night, for almost a year, the only voice he heard simply informed him that the number was no longer in service.
Time carried on, as it tends to do. Somehow, he made it from one place to the next, and his little son somehow became a toddler. Changmin was lucky enough to not miss all the little landmarks; he was there to see his child take his first steps, and hear him speak his first word. He was an attentive father, even if he had to devote a lot of time to working. Not a scratch went unnoticed, not an upset shriek went unanswered.
He was determined to love Jinyoung enough for two parents.
On the morning of Jinyoung’s third birthday, Changmin woke early and called himself off work. Sleepily scratching the back of his head, he slid out from under his blankets and padded down the short hall, to his son’s small room. The boy had had a fit about his bed, demanding in broken little sentences that he wanted a ‘big boy bed like daddy’s’; as a result, Changmin had spent a portion of his last paycheck on a secondhand plastic racecar bed, which his son had taken to immediately.
More than once, after he’d tucked the boy in, he’d stand on the other side of the door to listen to the mock car sounds the child would make until he’d drifted off. As his son had only ever been in buses, and rarely, if ever, in a real car, his ‘racecar’ sounds were slightly off, but brought a smile to his father’s face nonetheless.
The little boy was still asleep that morning, huddled down in his blankets. Little feet stuck out from the edge, and his father wrapped his hand around one as he knelt next to the red plastic car bed. Giving it a gentle shake, he leaned against the mattress and tugged the blanket down until he found an ear.
“Ahh, this little Jinyoungie is still sleeping,” he murmured into it, grinning. “If he doesn’t wake up soon, he’ll sleep his entire day away...”
The boy squirmed, mumbling a few not-quite-words as his little legs curled up. Much like his father, he wasn’t one to wake up easily in the mornings; Changmin sighed, almost amused at the tendency he’d passed on to his child, and pulled at the blankets.
“I guess I’ll have to take some other little boy to the zoo today,” he said aloud, eyes moving to the window as sunlight filtered between the thin curtains. He had, however, developed the tendencies that many fathers do, and his gaze flickered briefly back to his son. The little boy’s eyes were half open, observing his father as he yawned openly. “It’s a shame, my Jinyoungie would really appreciate the zoo, I think.”
As he made to stand, little fingers wrapped around his wrist, sliding until they caught on his hand, and the little boy sat up in his bed, clearly distressed at the idea of his father taking any other child anywhere.
“Daddy!” he whined, rubbing sleepily at his eye with his other hand. “I go zoo with you!”
Changmin laughed, mouth opening into a grin, and wrapped his arms around the little boy, lifting him out of the bed. Jinyoung’s small hands immediately reached for his father’s face, one squishing onto each of his cheeks and attempting to press his father’s mouth into a ‘fishie shape’ as he called it; Changmin leaned his forehead against his son’s and nodded.
“You go zoo with me.” The father scrunched his nose and smiled. “Happy birthday, Jinyoung.”
While Changmin was busy showering, Jinyoung attempted to dress himself. When his father emerged from the bathroom, he found his son standing in the doorway of his bedroom; his pants had proved a bit too much of an effort so early in the morning, and his shirt was on backwards. One of his father’s winter hats was on his head, hiding half his face, and Changmin had to actually wonder for a moment where the child had found that. It was August, and his winter things had been boxed up and shoved in the closet months ago. Still, he couldn’t not smile at his son’s efforts, and after quickly dressing himself, he set about fixing the boy’s attempts.
He let the boy keep the hat on, after much protesting when he tried to take it off. Jinyoung insisted as well that he wasn’t hungry, that he didn’t want to eat breakfast, he just wanted to leave straight to the zoo, but his father wasn’t budging on that. The surly toddler ate slowly at first, as if doing so would punish his father for putting him in his chair and setting food in front of him. But when Changmin pointed out that the sooner Jinyoung finished, the sooner they could get to the zoo, the boy quickly downed his food without a word.
Even though it was August, Changmin insisted that Jinyoung wear a jacket. The little boy held his arms up, letting his father pull the light jacket on over his thin little teeshirt, before seizing onto his hand and attempting to drag the much taller, much heavier man out the door.
With a snort, Changmin picked the toddler up and carried him down the stairs and onto the street.
They were lucky enough to live near enough to the bus terminal that it wasn’t a particularly long walk; from there, a bus ran directly to the zoo, and they stood inside the building to wait for it. Jinyoung examined the vending machines with interest, hopping (and almost falling nearly every time) from one to the next and tapping on the glass as he mumbled in a sing-song voice. Changmin watched, listening and catching an intelligible word here and there, until the announcement came that their bus had arrived. The little frog tot bounced back to his father and tugged at the hem of his shirt, demanding to be lifted again.
On the bus, Jinyoung sat on his father’s lap, small fingers twisting into the man’s shirt as he stared with wide eyes at every passenger within his range of sight. An elderly woman smiled at him, and Jinyoung buried his face against his father’s chest, suddenly shy. The little boy sneaked glances as his father made small talk, and the woman patted his head when Changmin stood to carry him off the bus. Jinyoung giggled and squirmed.
“Zoo!” the child yelped, as soon as they’d gotten off the bus and the gates were in view. One hand tapped his father’s cheek forcefully as he tried to direct his face toward the place where all the other patrons were heading. Giving the child a little bounce, Changmin murmured that he knew, and started for the entrance. Jinyoung wiggled excitedly in his arms.
“What do you want to go see first?” Changmin asked after they’d cleared the gates. As if he needed to ask. Jinyoung’s tiny arms flew up in the air at the question, a happy grin on his face.
“Behs!”
“Which ones?”
Jinyoung had to consider this for a moment.
“Panna behs!” he squealed, pointing in completely the wrong direction. Changmin laughed again, head tilting back, and Jinyoung nuzzled into his neck. “Panna behs, panna behs!”
“Panna behs it is, then,” Changmin whispered, squeezing the little boy as he set off toward the area set off for them. Jinyoung prodded his father to stop more than once along the way, pointing excitedly at animals off to both sides of the path. Large, inquisitive eyes set on Changmin, and the little boy jabbed a finger urgently at a large grey creature.
“What that?”
“Rhinoceros. They’re from Africa... isn’t that big horn scary?”
“Runasaurus?” Jinyoung shook his head. “I not scared.” He looked quite serious, and Changmin raised an eyebrow at the tot. “I have daddy.”
Changmin’s stomach gave a little twist and he smiled, giving the little boy a big hug before maneuvering him around onto his back. The toddler clawed his way up to Changmin’s shoulders, wrapping his little legs around his father’s neck until Changmin gasped that he couldn’t breathe. Small fingers slipped into Changmin’s large hands, and only slipped free whenever he wanted to point and ask about something.
“That?”
Changmin looked at the creature before looking up. “Elephant.”
“Elfant?” Jinyoung wrinkled his nose. “They look like runsaurus.”
As they drew closer to the panda enclosure, Changmin tried to explain the differences between elephants and rhinoceroses. When Jinyoung asked what sounds they made, Changmin pressed his lips together and, not without effort, produced a sound something like what an elephant was supposed to make.
Jinyoung bounced on his shoulders, giggling and clapping as he tried to imitate the noise. This went on for a good minute or two, with all the people they passed smiling and laughing along with the child as he blew raspberries. Middle-aged women passed him, holding hands with their own little ones, and smiled appreciatively at the father that seemed so engrossed in helping his son perfect a sound that he would probably use to drive him insane in the weeks that followed.
He forgot all about his attempts when the first panda ambled into view.
“Panna behs!” he shrieked, patting his father’s cheek roughly and pointing, little body squirming around excitedly. “Daddy! Daddy look! Panna behs!”
They lingered there for quite a while, Jinyoung squealing in delight every time a panda so much as blinked. Changmin was quite content with the child on his shoulders, not at all bothered when the boy tugged at and messed up his hair, nor when he continuously tapped his cheek to get his attention. When the boy had had his fill, and Changmin had reminded him that there were other ‘behs’ to be seen in the zoo, they set off, following the path and taking in the sights.
The tot decided that he was also rather fond of ‘jalaffs’ that day, as well as bouncing excitedly at the sight of the ‘line-ums’. When they passed the tigers, Jinyoung brushed them off, murmuring about giant kitties as he leaned his little head down on his father’s. As it started to get later into the day, the little boy’s happiness gave way to sleepiness, and Changmin headed back toward the entrance so they could catch the bus home.
He moved the tired toddler into his arms, where the little boy clutched at his clothes again, pressing his new stuffed panda between their bodies and cuddling as he nodded off. The sun was setting when they reached the bus station, but the father took careful steps so as to not wake his son as he walked home.
“Did you have fun today, Jinyoung?” he whispered as they neared the house. The little boy didn’t respond, his head leaned against his father’s shoulder, eyes closed and little mouth open as he breathed quietly. Changmin carried him straight to his bedroom, and with careful motions, set the child down on his bed. He continued talking quietly as he pulled the boy’s jacket off, slowly changing him into his pajamas before tucking him under the blankets.
Pressing a quick kiss to the little boy’s forehead, he brushed his hair off his face, watching for a moment to see if, after all that careful effort, the child would stir. When he didn’t, Changmin pushed himself to his feet and backed toward the door, pausing before turning off the light to take one last, long look at his son before heading to bed.
“Goodnight, Jinyoung,” he said quietly, finger lingering on the switch. As he pressed it, plunging the room into semi-darkness before the nightlight flared to life, he added, in a whisper he wasn’t even sure he himself could hear, “I think we’re okay.”
Though, as he headed down the hall toward his own room, he amended that statement. I think we’re okay... right now.
This is kinda inspired by screechul , we were discussing Dong Bang Daddy fic ideas one night. She ended up with Yunho, and I took Changmin.
Pairing: None, Changmin-centric.
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Notes: Thank you to my child, Yam, for helping me with the baby's name, and being psycho with me about 'panna behs' on Twitter while I was writing.
Disclaimer: I would let Changmin impregnate me with his precious, adorable children, but... it hasn't happened yet.
It wasn't meant to happen. It had happened in a moment; they'd been wandering down the street, her eyes bright as she looked from shop to glittering shop. Her fingers wound tightly into his, her body molded to his side. Their soft whispers traded back and forth, and he leaned down closer to her face, stealing the words from her lips with a kiss. They'd been dating for a few weeks, but it was the first time, and she'd stopped on the spot, fingers clenching to pull him to a halt as well.
He pulled his mouth away, but her hand was already running up the back of his neck, into his hair, gripping onto him and pulling him down for more. With wide eyes they'd looked at each other, each waiting for the moment where the others would slide closed. Waiting for each other to give in.
He gave in first. She was sure he was never as beautiful as he was then; unbearably close, long eyelashes casting shadows against his cheeks. It was a fleeting picture, one she'd lost immediately when he'd pulled her fully against him and her own eyes had slid shut. Fleeting, but beautiful.
Kisses had carried them down the street, toward his apartment Suppressed urges came undone. Bodies had tangled together, gentle touches straying further than they'd ever been allowed before. As sharp as his words could sometimes be, he was soft, hands and body cautious.
Even the gentle make mistakes.
They’d been together less than a year when the baby was born.
And they’d been together less than two when she disappeared.
She’d left quietly; he’d been at work, and had come home to find their neighbour in the living room, holding the baby and trying to quiet his cries. The woman had handed his child to him, smiled, and explained that his wife had asked her to watch him until he’d gotten home. She’d gone on her way, and he’d been left wondering exactly where she’d gone so late at night.
Her phone was shut off. It took him less than an hour to discover that the suitcase in their closet was gone, and most of her clothes with it. The money they saved in a jar in the kitchen was gone. The last thing he discovered was probably the most important, and yet the easiest to have overlooked.
Her house key lay on the living room table.
That night, Shim Changmin curled up on his bed, holding his nine-month old son almost protectively against his chest, and tried not to cry.
--
It was a painful adjustment after that night. His family frowned upon the fact that he was only twenty-two, barely a man, and had already fathered a child. He’d had to drop out of university to support his wife and child. They’d been hard-pressed to make rent every month, and living expenses had been scraped for. Neither family was willing to support their children, the young couple that had gone and done something so achingly stupid without thinking.
He had nobody to turn to for help. The neighbour was accommodating enough in that she agreed to watch the baby for a few days while he was at work, but he knew he couldn’t depend on her kindness for very long. He couldn’t take his child to work with him, either. He wasn’t exactly qualified enough to work at a place that had a child daycare center in it.
In the end, Changmin ended up switching jobs three times, and apartments four. The pay seemed to become less and less, the living spaces smaller and smaller, but he was unwilling to depend too much on the kindnesses of others. Neighbours could only be counted on to watch his son for so long, and babysitters, in the end, cost too much to fit into his expenses.
Every night, for almost a year, he called her phone. And every night, for almost a year, the only voice he heard simply informed him that the number was no longer in service.
Time carried on, as it tends to do. Somehow, he made it from one place to the next, and his little son somehow became a toddler. Changmin was lucky enough to not miss all the little landmarks; he was there to see his child take his first steps, and hear him speak his first word. He was an attentive father, even if he had to devote a lot of time to working. Not a scratch went unnoticed, not an upset shriek went unanswered.
He was determined to love Jinyoung enough for two parents.
On the morning of Jinyoung’s third birthday, Changmin woke early and called himself off work. Sleepily scratching the back of his head, he slid out from under his blankets and padded down the short hall, to his son’s small room. The boy had had a fit about his bed, demanding in broken little sentences that he wanted a ‘big boy bed like daddy’s’; as a result, Changmin had spent a portion of his last paycheck on a secondhand plastic racecar bed, which his son had taken to immediately.
More than once, after he’d tucked the boy in, he’d stand on the other side of the door to listen to the mock car sounds the child would make until he’d drifted off. As his son had only ever been in buses, and rarely, if ever, in a real car, his ‘racecar’ sounds were slightly off, but brought a smile to his father’s face nonetheless.
The little boy was still asleep that morning, huddled down in his blankets. Little feet stuck out from the edge, and his father wrapped his hand around one as he knelt next to the red plastic car bed. Giving it a gentle shake, he leaned against the mattress and tugged the blanket down until he found an ear.
“Ahh, this little Jinyoungie is still sleeping,” he murmured into it, grinning. “If he doesn’t wake up soon, he’ll sleep his entire day away...”
The boy squirmed, mumbling a few not-quite-words as his little legs curled up. Much like his father, he wasn’t one to wake up easily in the mornings; Changmin sighed, almost amused at the tendency he’d passed on to his child, and pulled at the blankets.
“I guess I’ll have to take some other little boy to the zoo today,” he said aloud, eyes moving to the window as sunlight filtered between the thin curtains. He had, however, developed the tendencies that many fathers do, and his gaze flickered briefly back to his son. The little boy’s eyes were half open, observing his father as he yawned openly. “It’s a shame, my Jinyoungie would really appreciate the zoo, I think.”
As he made to stand, little fingers wrapped around his wrist, sliding until they caught on his hand, and the little boy sat up in his bed, clearly distressed at the idea of his father taking any other child anywhere.
“Daddy!” he whined, rubbing sleepily at his eye with his other hand. “I go zoo with you!”
Changmin laughed, mouth opening into a grin, and wrapped his arms around the little boy, lifting him out of the bed. Jinyoung’s small hands immediately reached for his father’s face, one squishing onto each of his cheeks and attempting to press his father’s mouth into a ‘fishie shape’ as he called it; Changmin leaned his forehead against his son’s and nodded.
“You go zoo with me.” The father scrunched his nose and smiled. “Happy birthday, Jinyoung.”
While Changmin was busy showering, Jinyoung attempted to dress himself. When his father emerged from the bathroom, he found his son standing in the doorway of his bedroom; his pants had proved a bit too much of an effort so early in the morning, and his shirt was on backwards. One of his father’s winter hats was on his head, hiding half his face, and Changmin had to actually wonder for a moment where the child had found that. It was August, and his winter things had been boxed up and shoved in the closet months ago. Still, he couldn’t not smile at his son’s efforts, and after quickly dressing himself, he set about fixing the boy’s attempts.
He let the boy keep the hat on, after much protesting when he tried to take it off. Jinyoung insisted as well that he wasn’t hungry, that he didn’t want to eat breakfast, he just wanted to leave straight to the zoo, but his father wasn’t budging on that. The surly toddler ate slowly at first, as if doing so would punish his father for putting him in his chair and setting food in front of him. But when Changmin pointed out that the sooner Jinyoung finished, the sooner they could get to the zoo, the boy quickly downed his food without a word.
Even though it was August, Changmin insisted that Jinyoung wear a jacket. The little boy held his arms up, letting his father pull the light jacket on over his thin little teeshirt, before seizing onto his hand and attempting to drag the much taller, much heavier man out the door.
With a snort, Changmin picked the toddler up and carried him down the stairs and onto the street.
They were lucky enough to live near enough to the bus terminal that it wasn’t a particularly long walk; from there, a bus ran directly to the zoo, and they stood inside the building to wait for it. Jinyoung examined the vending machines with interest, hopping (and almost falling nearly every time) from one to the next and tapping on the glass as he mumbled in a sing-song voice. Changmin watched, listening and catching an intelligible word here and there, until the announcement came that their bus had arrived. The little frog tot bounced back to his father and tugged at the hem of his shirt, demanding to be lifted again.
On the bus, Jinyoung sat on his father’s lap, small fingers twisting into the man’s shirt as he stared with wide eyes at every passenger within his range of sight. An elderly woman smiled at him, and Jinyoung buried his face against his father’s chest, suddenly shy. The little boy sneaked glances as his father made small talk, and the woman patted his head when Changmin stood to carry him off the bus. Jinyoung giggled and squirmed.
“Zoo!” the child yelped, as soon as they’d gotten off the bus and the gates were in view. One hand tapped his father’s cheek forcefully as he tried to direct his face toward the place where all the other patrons were heading. Giving the child a little bounce, Changmin murmured that he knew, and started for the entrance. Jinyoung wiggled excitedly in his arms.
“What do you want to go see first?” Changmin asked after they’d cleared the gates. As if he needed to ask. Jinyoung’s tiny arms flew up in the air at the question, a happy grin on his face.
“Behs!”
“Which ones?”
Jinyoung had to consider this for a moment.
“Panna behs!” he squealed, pointing in completely the wrong direction. Changmin laughed again, head tilting back, and Jinyoung nuzzled into his neck. “Panna behs, panna behs!”
“Panna behs it is, then,” Changmin whispered, squeezing the little boy as he set off toward the area set off for them. Jinyoung prodded his father to stop more than once along the way, pointing excitedly at animals off to both sides of the path. Large, inquisitive eyes set on Changmin, and the little boy jabbed a finger urgently at a large grey creature.
“What that?”
“Rhinoceros. They’re from Africa... isn’t that big horn scary?”
“Runasaurus?” Jinyoung shook his head. “I not scared.” He looked quite serious, and Changmin raised an eyebrow at the tot. “I have daddy.”
Changmin’s stomach gave a little twist and he smiled, giving the little boy a big hug before maneuvering him around onto his back. The toddler clawed his way up to Changmin’s shoulders, wrapping his little legs around his father’s neck until Changmin gasped that he couldn’t breathe. Small fingers slipped into Changmin’s large hands, and only slipped free whenever he wanted to point and ask about something.
“That?”
Changmin looked at the creature before looking up. “Elephant.”
“Elfant?” Jinyoung wrinkled his nose. “They look like runsaurus.”
As they drew closer to the panda enclosure, Changmin tried to explain the differences between elephants and rhinoceroses. When Jinyoung asked what sounds they made, Changmin pressed his lips together and, not without effort, produced a sound something like what an elephant was supposed to make.
Jinyoung bounced on his shoulders, giggling and clapping as he tried to imitate the noise. This went on for a good minute or two, with all the people they passed smiling and laughing along with the child as he blew raspberries. Middle-aged women passed him, holding hands with their own little ones, and smiled appreciatively at the father that seemed so engrossed in helping his son perfect a sound that he would probably use to drive him insane in the weeks that followed.
He forgot all about his attempts when the first panda ambled into view.
“Panna behs!” he shrieked, patting his father’s cheek roughly and pointing, little body squirming around excitedly. “Daddy! Daddy look! Panna behs!”
They lingered there for quite a while, Jinyoung squealing in delight every time a panda so much as blinked. Changmin was quite content with the child on his shoulders, not at all bothered when the boy tugged at and messed up his hair, nor when he continuously tapped his cheek to get his attention. When the boy had had his fill, and Changmin had reminded him that there were other ‘behs’ to be seen in the zoo, they set off, following the path and taking in the sights.
The tot decided that he was also rather fond of ‘jalaffs’ that day, as well as bouncing excitedly at the sight of the ‘line-ums’. When they passed the tigers, Jinyoung brushed them off, murmuring about giant kitties as he leaned his little head down on his father’s. As it started to get later into the day, the little boy’s happiness gave way to sleepiness, and Changmin headed back toward the entrance so they could catch the bus home.
He moved the tired toddler into his arms, where the little boy clutched at his clothes again, pressing his new stuffed panda between their bodies and cuddling as he nodded off. The sun was setting when they reached the bus station, but the father took careful steps so as to not wake his son as he walked home.
“Did you have fun today, Jinyoung?” he whispered as they neared the house. The little boy didn’t respond, his head leaned against his father’s shoulder, eyes closed and little mouth open as he breathed quietly. Changmin carried him straight to his bedroom, and with careful motions, set the child down on his bed. He continued talking quietly as he pulled the boy’s jacket off, slowly changing him into his pajamas before tucking him under the blankets.
Pressing a quick kiss to the little boy’s forehead, he brushed his hair off his face, watching for a moment to see if, after all that careful effort, the child would stir. When he didn’t, Changmin pushed himself to his feet and backed toward the door, pausing before turning off the light to take one last, long look at his son before heading to bed.
“Goodnight, Jinyoung,” he said quietly, finger lingering on the switch. As he pressed it, plunging the room into semi-darkness before the nightlight flared to life, he added, in a whisper he wasn’t even sure he himself could hear, “I think we’re okay.”
Though, as he headed down the hall toward his own room, he amended that statement. I think we’re okay... right now.
This is kinda inspired by screechul , we were discussing Dong Bang Daddy fic ideas one night. She ended up with Yunho, and I took Changmin.