It was a Saturday morning. Beomgyu was in pajamas, hair fluffy, about to eat cereal and binge anime in peace when—
HONK HONK HONK HONK
He peeked out the window and of course, it was him. Yeonjun. In a pink hoodie. Standing outside his car with a big-ass grin and a tote bag labeled "World's Best Dad (In Training)."
Beomgyu opened the door. "What the actual hell—"
"Get dressed! We're gonna babysit!"
"W-What?!"
Yeonjun dragged him into the car before he could protest.
Beomgyu stared in horror. There were kids everywhere. Screaming. Laughing. Crying. Yeonjun, meanwhile, looked like he was in Disneyland.
"Oh my god," Beomgyu whispered. "Why do they smell like cheese and permanent markers."
Yeonjun beamed. "It's kid aura! Isn't it magical?"
Then the instructor handed them a three-year-old girl and her twin brother.
Yeonjun knelt and smiled. "Hi! We're your uncles for today!"
The girl promptly kicked him in the shin.
Now, the daycare is in literal chaos.
-Beomgyu chasing the twins around the room with glitter glue stuck in his hair like a broken fairy.
-Yeonjun letting them put makeup on him.
"Beomgyu, look! I'm a princess!"
"You look like you lost a fight with a unicorn."
One child handing Beomgyu a mysterious object.
"...Is this poop?"
"...Don't sniff it."
Snack time. Beomgyu spilled juice all over himself.
Yeonjun grinned. "Now you can't be trusted near my body."
Yeonjun was struggling to wipe glue off a plastic table when a small boy waddled up behind him, clutching a juice box like a sacred treasure. His eyes were wide, cheeks squishy, hair in little pigtails.
He pointed at Yeonjun and Beomgyu with a big, proud smile.
"eomma ! appa !"
Yeonjun froze.
Beomgyu drops the towel he was using "WHAT—"
Yeonjun whipped around, blinking. "Wh—wait, who's eomma?!"
Beomgyu shooks his head "NOT ME, WHAT THE FU—"
The kid just giggled and hugged both their legs at the same time.
Yeonjun turned to Beomgyu, smirking "He called you mom."
"He also called you dad! Take responsibility!"
Yeonjun knelt down. "Buddy, why'd you call us that?"
The little boy pointed at them, then at his heart. "Because you look like love."
DEAD SILENCE.
Beomgyu covered his face, burning red. Yeonjun looked like he'd just been stabbed by Cupid.
"...I want eleven again," Yeonjun whispered.
Beomgyu shrieked and threw a stuffed animal at his face.
Naptime. Yeonjun dozed off first. With a toddler on his chest, drooling. Beomgyu stared at the scene for a long time, cheeks red. He hated how soft he felt.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
75 days || YeonGyu / BeomJun
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