naive (standalone)
pairing/characters: yongguk/himchan, twin!jongzelo, youngjae, hyosung SECRET
rating: PG
summary: himchan appa gets a haircut. jongup cries.
author notes: 854 words. set in the same universe with the domestic!fic how we love. enjoy *breakdance*
“hey bang yongguk,” himchan says as he massages his husband’s shoulders, “let’s get a haircut.”
yongguk sits up straighter so fast that he almost butting his head to himchan’s face. himchan is not amused.
“you. are. not. touching. your. hair.” yongguk tugs at himchan’s nape long brunette hair. he looks so terrified.
“but why! it’s getting hotter nowadays,” himchan pouts angrily, “and i want to look manlier.”
“what was that?” yongguk then locks his arms around himchan’s neck, lying him down to the mattress. himchan stifles a giggle, because he’s supposed to be mad at his husband, remember?
“i want to cut my hair!” he yells instead. yongguk growls.
“don’t you dare, bang himchan,” yongguk kisses him, and although himchan didn’t plan this he happily kisses back anyway.
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himchan gets home a little bit late to prepare dinner because surprise surprise, he finally has a new haircut. it’s way shorter and black, and he doesn’t even have to comb it at all. whistling merrily, he opens the front door and calls his youngjae and the twins to help him bringing groceries inside.
“appa!” the twins scream from the other side of the house, and they’re the first to reach the living room.
“hiiiii babies~” himchan spreads his arms. junhong runs to his chest but jongup stops in a halt. “jongupie? what’s wrong?” himchan ruffles junhong’s hair, frowning at his older twin’s behavior.
but jongup suddenly bursts in tears, and youngjae enters the scene with a confused look, addressing it to his appa.
himchan shakes his head as he holds junhong’s armpits and hoists his youngest son up to his hip.
“jongupie?” youngjae kneels in front of his sobbing little brother.
“himchan-oppa?” hyosung smiles as she adjusts the strap of her postman bag. she tilts her head, “a new haircut?”
himchan grins to his neighbor who always helps him taking care of his children whenever he’s not home.
“jongupie-yah?” she gasps and quickly fetches tissues from her postman bag. she also kneels next to youngjae and gently wipes the tears off of jongup’s face.
“appa...” junhong whines on his arms, blinking excessively due to witnessing such rare occasion; jongup doesn’t cry, he does.
“it’s okay, junhongie,” himchan pinches junhong’s chubby cheek, he knows how junhong is so easily affected when it comes to his twin.
jongup is still sobbing though, in fact, he wails when himchan walks closer.
“eh?” hyosung tilts her head. “jongupie? that’s himchan appa.”
“nooooooooo that’s not jongup appa nooooo!” jongup finally says, pointing his accusing finger to himchan who is totally scandalized.
“but jongupie! it is appa, look!” he kneels along with junhong on his arms, pleading. “look!” he takes jongup’s hand and presses it to his nose, because jongup likes his nose the best.
jongup stops sobbing, and himchan heaves a sigh of relief. but then jongup’s eyes dart to his head and he stomps,
“you’re not himchan appa! my himchan appa is pretty!” he roughly takes over junhong from himchan’s arms, looking so fumed. “don’t touch my junhong! youngjae-hyung don’t go near him! that’s not himchan appa!”
hyosung is doing the otl pose already, but holding back her laugh because she knows it’s not her place to intervene in a ‘family quarrel’. himchan is giving her the look.
as jongup and junhong run upstairs, probably to hide on their room, hyosung finally rolling on the floor and laughing obnoxiously while youngjae shakes his head and rolls his eyes; although himchan is not sure to whom he’s addressing his bitchiness this time. is it for the childish noona or for him, his appa?
“i can’t believe it,” youngjae flicks his own hair, “appa, you look so ugly.”
“bang youngjae!” himchan shrieks, hurt.
“oh my god!” hyosung is crying. “i’m so sorry, oppa, but now that i look closer...mwahahahahaha!” she falls into another fit of laughter. youngjae rolls his eyes again before he goes out and starts bringing the groceries. himchan waits for hyosung’s next statement.
she says, “you really look ugly with that haircut!”
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even yongguk looks like he wants to facepalm when he’s home.
fortunately, he doesn’t laugh at himchan’s bad luck about his twins ignoring him and repeating that he’s not their pretty himchan appa.
“seriously,” yongguk strokes himchan’s new short black hair, “seriously?”
himchan can’t take it anymore, “i’m so sorry okay?! you know how hair dresser is. i told her not too short, i just wanted a neater hairstyle blah blah but look! you know what? i liked it, but then jongup started denying me and junhong of course followed him and youngjae doesn’t even care!”
“i care, jagiya, i do,” yongguk coughs, “but you’re too stupid. don’t mess with your hair in the future, alright?”
some of the tension is dissolving from himchan’s nerves. he snuggles closer to his husband.
“fine. i’ll buy superfast hair growth shampoo tomorrow,” he mumbles. then he adds shyly, “thanks, bang yongguk.”
“anything for you, bang himchan.”
t h e e n d
rating: PG
summary: himchan appa gets a haircut. jongup cries.
author notes: 854 words. set in the same universe with the domestic!fic how we love. enjoy *breakdance*
“hey bang yongguk,” himchan says as he massages his husband’s shoulders, “let’s get a haircut.”
yongguk sits up straighter so fast that he almost butting his head to himchan’s face. himchan is not amused.
“you. are. not. touching. your. hair.” yongguk tugs at himchan’s nape long brunette hair. he looks so terrified.
“but why! it’s getting hotter nowadays,” himchan pouts angrily, “and i want to look manlier.”
“what was that?” yongguk then locks his arms around himchan’s neck, lying him down to the mattress. himchan stifles a giggle, because he’s supposed to be mad at his husband, remember?
“i want to cut my hair!” he yells instead. yongguk growls.
“don’t you dare, bang himchan,” yongguk kisses him, and although himchan didn’t plan this he happily kisses back anyway.
▲▼
himchan gets home a little bit late to prepare dinner because surprise surprise, he finally has a new haircut. it’s way shorter and black, and he doesn’t even have to comb it at all. whistling merrily, he opens the front door and calls his youngjae and the twins to help him bringing groceries inside.
“appa!” the twins scream from the other side of the house, and they’re the first to reach the living room.
“hiiiii babies~” himchan spreads his arms. junhong runs to his chest but jongup stops in a halt. “jongupie? what’s wrong?” himchan ruffles junhong’s hair, frowning at his older twin’s behavior.
but jongup suddenly bursts in tears, and youngjae enters the scene with a confused look, addressing it to his appa.
himchan shakes his head as he holds junhong’s armpits and hoists his youngest son up to his hip.
“jongupie?” youngjae kneels in front of his sobbing little brother.
“himchan-oppa?” hyosung smiles as she adjusts the strap of her postman bag. she tilts her head, “a new haircut?”
himchan grins to his neighbor who always helps him taking care of his children whenever he’s not home.
“jongupie-yah?” she gasps and quickly fetches tissues from her postman bag. she also kneels next to youngjae and gently wipes the tears off of jongup’s face.
“appa...” junhong whines on his arms, blinking excessively due to witnessing such rare occasion; jongup doesn’t cry, he does.
“it’s okay, junhongie,” himchan pinches junhong’s chubby cheek, he knows how junhong is so easily affected when it comes to his twin.
jongup is still sobbing though, in fact, he wails when himchan walks closer.
“eh?” hyosung tilts her head. “jongupie? that’s himchan appa.”
“nooooooooo that’s not jongup appa nooooo!” jongup finally says, pointing his accusing finger to himchan who is totally scandalized.
“but jongupie! it is appa, look!” he kneels along with junhong on his arms, pleading. “look!” he takes jongup’s hand and presses it to his nose, because jongup likes his nose the best.
jongup stops sobbing, and himchan heaves a sigh of relief. but then jongup’s eyes dart to his head and he stomps,
“you’re not himchan appa! my himchan appa is pretty!” he roughly takes over junhong from himchan’s arms, looking so fumed. “don’t touch my junhong! youngjae-hyung don’t go near him! that’s not himchan appa!”
hyosung is doing the otl pose already, but holding back her laugh because she knows it’s not her place to intervene in a ‘family quarrel’. himchan is giving her the look.
as jongup and junhong run upstairs, probably to hide on their room, hyosung finally rolling on the floor and laughing obnoxiously while youngjae shakes his head and rolls his eyes; although himchan is not sure to whom he’s addressing his bitchiness this time. is it for the childish noona or for him, his appa?
“i can’t believe it,” youngjae flicks his own hair, “appa, you look so ugly.”
“bang youngjae!” himchan shrieks, hurt.
“oh my god!” hyosung is crying. “i’m so sorry, oppa, but now that i look closer...mwahahahahaha!” she falls into another fit of laughter. youngjae rolls his eyes again before he goes out and starts bringing the groceries. himchan waits for hyosung’s next statement.
she says, “you really look ugly with that haircut!”
▲▼
even yongguk looks like he wants to facepalm when he’s home.
fortunately, he doesn’t laugh at himchan’s bad luck about his twins ignoring him and repeating that he’s not their pretty himchan appa.
“seriously,” yongguk strokes himchan’s new short black hair, “seriously?”
himchan can’t take it anymore, “i’m so sorry okay?! you know how hair dresser is. i told her not too short, i just wanted a neater hairstyle blah blah but look! you know what? i liked it, but then jongup started denying me and junhong of course followed him and youngjae doesn’t even care!”
“i care, jagiya, i do,” yongguk coughs, “but you’re too stupid. don’t mess with your hair in the future, alright?”
some of the tension is dissolving from himchan’s nerves. he snuggles closer to his husband.
“fine. i’ll buy superfast hair growth shampoo tomorrow,” he mumbles. then he adds shyly, “thanks, bang yongguk.”
“anything for you, bang himchan.”
t h e e n d