Kids, a Date, and a Game
Title: Kids, a Date, and a Game (4/4)
Author: tikibuddy91
Genre: General, Fluff? (omg idek)
Pairing: KrisHo, Kaisoo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3890
The next day, Joonmyeon showed up at the daytime camp, looking cheerful and a bit jittery at the same time. He went to the table where Linda was sitting, and was about to pick up his nametag when he noticed Linda was scrutinizing him.
“Hun, almost anyone here can tell you had a wonderful night, whether in bed or not” - Joonmyeon spluttered, throwing Linda an appalled look - “oh hun, don’t look at me like that; I added ‘or not’ in the end.” Linda clicked her tongue against her teeth. “But you best keep your mind out of that R-rated dreamland and here at G-rated play land.”
Joonmyeon quickly nodded in obedience, under her warning gaze. Linda was obviously not one to mess with, not because she was the director of the camp program, but she could put anyone to shame with her words. Suddenly, he felt an arm resting upon his shoulders as the person approached him from behind.
“You ready for the second day today?”
Joonmyeon, who was startled from the sudden greeting, looked up on his right to meet Yifan’s face. He smiled and nodded in response, earning a grin from the tall giant. Yifan had explained that he arrived earlier before him, and got some of the parentless kids together with the kids and their parents in their group. He then leaned closer to murmur in Joonmyeon’s ear.
“So, I had a great time yesterday” - Joonmyeon casted a furtive glance to where Linda was standing, and she was definitely watching the two of them with raised eyebrows and a pointed look - “and it was an amazing night that I actually forgot to ask you for your phone number.” Yifan pulled back slightly, getting Joonmyeon’s attention, so they could look at each other in the eye. “I’d like to properly take you out next time, if that’s okay with you.”
Joonmyeon did not realize how brightly he was beaming to Yifan without hesitation. “I’d like that very much, Yifan. We’ll exchange our phone numbers after camp, unless you want to do that now?”
With his arm still resting on Joonmyeon’s shoulders, Yifan nodded as he quickly retrieved his cell phone from his pants, and Joonmyeon got his phone out as well. After exchanging their numbers, they replaced their cell phones into their pockets and watched their group area as pre-kindergarteners and kindergarteners played with some of the parent volunteers. The two leaders looked back at each other and, without either of them realizing, stared into each other’s eyes for some time with goofy smiles on their faces, when suddenly, a voice startled them out of their gazes.
“Children, what’s with you? Everyone can see that you two are bein’ lovey-dovey, but this is a camp for kids, not some love hotel for couples!” Linda exclaimed. Yifan and Joonmyeon glanced at each other, feeling a little awkward, but not moving from their spots. “I caught that boy earlier this morn, Jongin I think was his name, bein’ too touchy with Gungso or, Heaven pity me, however his name is pronounced. Gungsoo? Honey, I don’t know, and I don’t care, I’m old to remember things nowadays. Anyway, luckily, no kids were around, but boy, that Jongin kid sure couldn’t keep his hands to himself. This would be one of the times where it’s best to keep your hands out of your pants but to yourself. Tsk tsk.”
As Linda clicked her teeth in slight disapproval, there was a small tug on Joonmyeon’s pants that captured Joonmyeon’s attention and later Yifan’s and Linda’s. Sehun is looking up at them with a bright smile.
“Shoonmyeonnie, Ipannie, Sehun here!” The toddler beamed. “Hi!” His little hand was opening and closing into a fist in a way of greeting.
“Hey there, Sehun,” Joonmyeon patted the top of Sehun’s head, smiling.
“Oh my god, who is this adorable kid? Don’t tell me you two have already planned to adopt him, because I want to adopt him. You two ain’t even married, and this kid’s recognized you like apples and oranges. Not that you guys are fruity or anything, I’m just saying.”
“Mrs. Linda!” Both Yifan and Joonmyeon exclaimed in shock.
“No! This is Sehun, Luhan’s younger brother. Oh Sehun,” Joonmyeon added as the toddler seemed nervous, hugging one of Joonmyeon’s legs.
“Oh Sehun? Oh my god, what a fitting name. Sehun,” Linda crooned as she stooped down to meet Sehun’s eye level. “Hi, honey, I’m Linda!” Sehun quickly looked up to Linda, not budging from his spot against Joonmyeon’s leg, and was watching her shyly. The lady smiled, noticing the kid’s behavior. She then straightened up before she eyed the two young men.
“Y’all better watch yourself now. We still have parents in your group, so as I’ve said about the other two boys, keep your hands out of each other’s pants and to yourself, hmm?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Yifan and Joonmyeon nodded, with a tone of exasperation.
“Children, don’t talk to me like that,” Linda snapped, and the two men gulped. “You say that now, but sooner or later, you’ll forget this happened and we’re gonna have a mouthing, you hear?”
“I understand.”
Linda scowled. “I’m serious.” Both Yifan and Joonmyeon looked at each other then to Linda before nodding simultaneously.
“…You two have been speaking and nodding at me in tandem, and that’s just downright creepy.”
“Sorry,” the two men muttered at the same time. They threw a surprised look at each other that later turned into looks of amusement.
“Now, I’ll leave you two freaking lovebirds with your freaking adorable little kid, but y’all better get to your group soon. Joonmyeon, child, I won’t need your help at the table; it’s the second day, so the volunteers can just come to me and pick up their nametags since they have their shirts. See you around, boys.” Linda smiled and left with a wave.
“…What did she mean by a ‘mouthing’, Yifan?”
“A lecture.”
“…Oh.” A tug on Joonmyeon’s pants once again.
“Shoonmyeonnie hyung!” Sehun called out below. “Shoonmyeonnie hyung! Towie! Towie here! Towie here!!” Joonmyeon and Yifan looked to where Sehun was pointing, for the toddler was looking very excited and happy.
“Towie?” Joonmyeon whispered to Yifan.
“…Ah, yeah, Zitao.” Yifan pointed to where Zitao was standing close to his mother but waving back with a smile.
“Sehunnie!”
Sehun immediately released his hold on Joonmyeon’s pant leg, scampering over to his friend. At first, Joonmyeon was scared the moment Sehun let go of him, because the kid could easily trip or hurt himself, but watching how determined he was on catching up to Zitao and Zitao’s mother, he relaxed.
“He’s such a cute kid.”
Yifan and Joonmyeon were surprised hearing the other say the same thing at the same time.
“Linda was right, it’s a bit creepy how we’re saying things like this,” Yifan muttered with a snicker. Joonmyeon chuckled and nodded.
After an exchange of ‘hello agains’, the mother commented on how close her son and Sehun were at the moment. “Zitao wouldn’t stop talking about Sehun yesterday and this morning, like his name came up every other fifth word, “ she giggled. “I plan to talk to Sehun’s mother sometime today if I see her; maybe we can set up play dates. Zitao’s my only child, and I’m so glad he’s found a friend here. This is his first time here, as I’ve told you yesterday, Yifan,” she looked at Yifan with a smile, “ and he’s adapting to it so well.
“Oh my gosh, look at these two.”
The two leaders followed the mother’s line of vision to see Zitao giving Sehun a backhug.
“Aww, my baby’s so sweet,” the mother cooed. She stole a glance to her watch and received a small jolt. “Oh my, I’m about to run late, I have many errands to do today. Thank you both for watching him while he’s here in camp, by the way. I’ll see you guys later, okay?” The mother grinned before she turned and knelt on the floor, facing her son. She lifted a hand to rub her son’s back, explaining that she had to go now and get some errands done.
Zitao, smiling, immediately grabbed Sehun’s hand, with no intention of letting go any time soon. The toddler looked down at their hands before looking up at Zitao, his stoic expression suddenly changing into a beaming smile. Zitao giggled and swung their hands gently.
The mother chuckled contently. “Okay, boys. You be good boys, Mommy loves you!” After exchanging a hug and a kiss, the mother stood up and bade all of them goodbye.
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Given that it was the second day, it went well than the previous day. Music was fine; Painting had a wonderful moment when Sehun gave Zitao one of his two painted rocks (because he never forgets Zitao’s kindness the day before); and Games was better for Yifan, now that the kids were playing with him.
Joonmyeon shot frequent glances at Yifan while playing with the kids, and when their eyes met, the fair-skinned male felt his insides go mushy. When Yifan sent several winks and gave him subtle facial expressions of cockiness, Joonmyeon could not help turning pink with a smile, and glance at the parents, hoping that they were not watching the two leaders, because it was somewhat obvious to him that Yifan was flirting with him out in the open. Thankfully, the parents and instructors were engrossed with the kids playing in the middle.
Joonmyeon shook his head and laughed quietly to himself. Since when did I become so self-conscious about this thing between me and Yifan? He decided to take it in stride by joining the kids and Yifan, as to not arouse suspicion among the parents. The kids automatically formed two groups, one with Yifan and the other with Joonmyeon, before continuing their game of tag.
Lunch was a little more interesting than yesterday, because Yifan and Joonmyeon sat across from each other, with their group of kids, sitting in the middle of the two-benched tables. But it was not for that reason that lunch was interesting.
Joonmyeon was eating his salad when he felt a light tug on one of his legs, and he knew whose long legs, wrapped around his right leg, belonged to. He shot a look to the person sitting in front of him, as Yifan teased back with a mocking glare. Huffing lightly, Joonmyeon shook his head, though his lips curved slightly upwards, as he looked down to his salad.
Little did he know that Yifan was plotting something to do with him, as he brought his forkful of salad to his mouth when out of the blue, Joonmyeon’s body shot up as he jumped a bit in his seat, dropping his fork in the process, when his legs were forced open by Yifan’s knees. He had also let out a small yelp, and Yifan acted as if he didn’t do anything suspicious, looking up to see Joonmyeon appearing to be flustered and horrified.
“Something wrong?” Yifan asked in an innocent manner.
Joonmyeon wished he could wipe the look on Yifan’s face. He tried to regulate his breathing while attempting to close his legs, but Yifan’s legs did not budge one inch. Helpless Joonmyeon was blushing as he stared at his partner in the eyes. “You.”
The fair-skinned male glanced around the area, thankful that not a lot of people were concerned; but on the inside, he lamented on the fact that some of the kids nearby were observing them with curiosity. He did not want the kids to be corrupted from Yifan’s under-the-table actions. Trying hard to be nonchalant as he attempted to close his legs, he picked up his fork and continued eating. His lips were pursed tightly to refrain from grunting.
“Me? What’s wrong with me?”
Joonmyeon let out a soft gasp as Yifan bounced one of his legs on its ball in its foot. It caused Yifan’s left leg to constantly brush against Joonmyeon’s inner right thigh, while Joonmyeon’s legs were left helplessly wide open. He tried his best to restrain himself from moaning and rolling his eyes, because darnit, that was one of his sensitive spots.
“Y-your l-l…ugh…” Yifan’s knee almost brushed Joonmyeon’s clothed groin.
“My what?”
“Y-your…” Joonmyeon’s voice let out a small breathy moan, surprising himself and several kids around him. “Ahem… your legs, darnit. Move your legs!”
“What’s wrong with my legs? They can’t move around as much like yours can.”
Joonmyeon spluttered in disbelief. He wanted to crawl into a corner and cry, because Yifan was still bouncing his leg, his legs are still not budging, and his knee would often graze against Joonmyeon’s groin. Darn you, long legs of Yifan, darn you.
The blushing male snuck a glance to Sehun and Zitao, who were sitting a few seats away from him on his left, and to his relief, they were lost in their own world, playing and chatting up nonsense. He looked around and was thankful for short attention spans, because most of the kids were hyperactive during lunch and they could not care about anything as long as it was fun to them.
Joonmyeon tried his best to close his legs, but Yifan’s putting up a strong fight. His attempts were slowly becoming futile.
“Yifan, please… Please, can you jus-“ Joonmyeon choked back a moan. His throat was violently quivering to let out something, and Yifan loved how Joonmyeon was reacting to his antics.
“Can I what?” He asked with a teasing voice.
“Please, you know,” - Joonmyeon glanced around - “Get your legs out of mine, please. This is such an inappropriate time, Yifan. I feel so violated right now.”
“Oh, so you’re saying there’ll be a next time, then?” Yifan had a full-blown smirk on his face, as he waggled his eyebrows. The next thing Joonmyeon knew, Yifan raised an eyebrow and, without warning, he nudged Joonmyeon’s groin with his knee almost softly.
Soft enough to have the shorter male let out a loud yelp and jump in his seat.
Joonmyeon, out of complete embarrassment, quickly covered his mouth with one hand and looked at Yifan with wide, indignant eyes. He then roughly slammed his palm on Yifan’s knee, succeeding in making the taller guy wince a bit from the force. The two were almost engrossed with each other’s eyes that they failed to see Kyungsoo and Jongin coming over.
SQUEAK!
“ARGH!!” Thud. “Ow, dangit!”
“Hyung! Are you doing okay?” Kyungsoo directed the question to Joonmyeon after he bopped Yifan on the head with a squeaky toy hammer.
“Y-yeah, I’m good.” Joonmyeon quickly took his chance to close his legs while Yifan had reacted to the impact, snaking his legs around Yifan’s and coming to rest in between his friend’s legs. Meanwhile, the kids were hysterically laughing, and were energetically telling others about what just happened.
“What the heck was that for, Kyungsoo?” Yifan was rubbing his knee due to the dizzying pain that occurred when he got bopped in the head.
“For playing with Joonmyeon on camp grounds.” Kyungsoo gave a pointed look to Yifan. Yifan was a bit intimidated by how big Kyungsoo’s eyes were when he was being threatened with the owl-eyed male.
“Bu-“ SQUEAK! “AUGHH!!”
A roar of laughter from the kids earned attention from the people at the nearby tables. Joonmyeon couldn’t believe what he was seeing; this tall guy was defenseless against a much shorter guy and his hammer, even when sitting down.
“You’re lucky that Linda wasn’t around to catch whatever you were doing with Joonmyeon. She’s at the restrooms. And you’re lucky that you have us two to warn you; we didn’t get lucky this morning because someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself, apparently.” Kyungsoo and Jongin shared a knowing look. Jongin bit on his lower lip, looking a little too happy to be guilty, and Kyungsoo shook his head with a small sigh. “Seriously, you couldn’t wait until after lunch, Yifan-hyung?”
Scowling, Yifan was about to make a sarcastic remark, and Kyungsoo could tell he was going to do so. The shorter male threatened him by raising his hammer. Yifan quickly flinched and gave in to respond with a proper answer. When Kyungsoo was satisfied, he lowered his hammer.
“I’ll be watching you. We’ll be watching you, until lunch is over, that is.” Kyungsoo said as he indicated both himself and Jongin. “Have a nice day, hmm?
“Oh by the way, hyung,” Kyungsoo called out to Joonmyeon, “since tomorrow’s the last day, after camp, d’you wanna come with me and Jongin to the amusement park?”
“That would be nice, yes, definitely.”
“You can come, too, Yifan-hyung. We won’t bother you two when we’re there tomorrow, so you’re free to do whatever without me having this hammer. Such a wonderful tool, this toy.” Kyungsoo grinned, with a glint of mischief in his eyes as he eyed Yifan. The giant stuck out his tongue at him, and the couple ran off with smirks on their faces.
“HAHA, YIPAN-HYUNG. YOU GOT BOPPED!”
“YEAH, BOPPED!”
“HAHAHAHA!!”
Joonmyeon watched Yifan with an amused smile as the latter grumbled to himself, rubbing his head, and the kids in their group were laughing their heads off at what they had seen.
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“Bye Shoonmyeonnie-hyung! Bye Yipannie-hyung! Bye Towie-hyung!”
“Bye Sehunnie!”
Joonmyeon and Yifan waved as they watched Sehun waving from inside the car as the mother drove away from the parking lot. They had been overhearing the mothers chatting not too long ago and discussing about play dates, while they were playing with the kids after the small assembly was over. The mothers had came over to the group of four, and announced that the kids will be seeing each other more often after camp is over. The kids squealed and cheered with excitement.
“Okay, I’m going now with my mommy, bye!!” Zitao shouted as he and his mom left Joonmyeon and Yifan’s side. The two leaders waved back, now the last two standing outside in the parking lot.
Joonmyeon sighed happily, looking back at the events that have happened today. He still found it amusing when he remembered Yifan cowering under Kyungsoo’s gaze and hammer during lunch. He unconsciously let out a chuckle.
“What’s so fun-…oh wait, don’t tell me you’re reminiscing on my incident with Kyungsoo’s hammer…”
Yifan groaned when he received a nod and a small grin from his shorter friend.
“Make fun of me about this, and I’ll ignore you for the rest of the day and tomorrow. You can walk and take the bus; I’m not driving you home.”
Joonmyeon’s smile dropped as Joonmyeon eyed Yifan warily. “Who said you would be driving me home?”
“…”
Joonmyeon couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Yifan turning a little pink, not quite meeting his eyes. He walked around to stand in front of him, looking up.
“Did you mean to offer me a ride home?” Joonmyeon tilted his head only slightly.
Yifan was looking around, anywhere but Joonmyeon, before he gave in and brought his eyes to meet with the shorter male’s eyes. He gulped at the sight of Joonmyeon looking too adorable and cheerful for his age.
“I…I…No. I mean…if you want to get home quickly than waiting for the bus…” Yifan tried his best to keep his voice steady.
Joonmyeon raised an eyebrow. “And if I declined and decided to wait for the bus?” He teased.
“I’ll wait with you.” Yifan was surprised at how firm his voice was when he said it. Even Joonmyeon was surprised at that too, when his eyes saw the hard glint of seriousness in Yifan’s eyes. He blushed, averting his eyes from Yifan’s gaze.
“O-oh…okay. Then you may go ahead and take me home.” Joonmyeon felt the corners of his lips turning upwards.
“Your apartment it is, Mr. Kim,” Yifan said with a wink. Joonmyeon couldn’t help but giggle weakly at the corniness.
“You can be weird sometimes, Yifan.” Joonmyeon shook his head.
“Weird is my middle name, but it’s only for you I’m like this.” Yifan placed an arm upon Joonmyeon’s shoulders.
Joonmyeon tried to ignore the rapid beating of his heart at the touch.
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The duo arrived at Joonmyeon’s apartment for the second time since last night. Joonmyeon was staring up at his apartment with a frown, wondering what he would do in there for the rest of the afternoon.
“Uhm…are you free for today?” Joonmyeon meekly asked, his eyes still fixated on his apartment. He could feel Yifan’s gaze on him.
“Free? I’ve charged others in the past but for you, there’s no charge.”
Joonmyeon tore his eyes from his apartment to Yifan’s eyes, looking incredulous.
“W-what…”
Yifan chuckled. “Just messing with you. Gosh, you’re pretty cute.” He smiled as he took one of Joonmyeon’s hands in his. “I’m free today, Joonmyeon…Why? Do you need something?”
“N-no…not really. I mean, it’s a Thursday,” Joonmyeon blurted.
“Uh…yes, today is Thursday…”
“Right. I mean, uhm…er…would you…want to come up to my place? Hang out…or something?”
Yifan raised an eyebrow, giving a suggestive look. “Something?”
Joonmyeon turned red as he tried to pull his hand away from Yifan. “Not like that! No! Yifan…gosh, I’m not rea…uh…I wasn’t thinking that way…Oh man, I don’t even know why I asked you in the first place…” He whined as he looked away to stare out the front window. “It’s Thursday and you’re probably actually busy, and if you really are busy, I don’t know why you want to say such things like tha-“
“I would love to hang out with you, Joonmyeon.”
Joonmyeon paused, his mouth half-open. Yifan thought it was adorably cute.
“Really?” A pair of hesitant eyes turned to meet with a pair of relaxed eyes.
“Really. I actually live like 5 miles away from here, so it’s okay.”
“…Oh,” Joonmyeon said lamely. Yifan snickered before he nodded to the direction of Joonmyeon’s apartment.
“Shall we?”
The shorter male nodded, not letting his voice to betray him for the moment.
Expect an epilogue. ;D We still haven't covered the GAME part.
Author: tikibuddy91
Genre: General, Fluff? (omg idek)
Pairing: KrisHo, Kaisoo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3890
The next day, Joonmyeon showed up at the daytime camp, looking cheerful and a bit jittery at the same time. He went to the table where Linda was sitting, and was about to pick up his nametag when he noticed Linda was scrutinizing him.
“Hun, almost anyone here can tell you had a wonderful night, whether in bed or not” - Joonmyeon spluttered, throwing Linda an appalled look - “oh hun, don’t look at me like that; I added ‘or not’ in the end.” Linda clicked her tongue against her teeth. “But you best keep your mind out of that R-rated dreamland and here at G-rated play land.”
Joonmyeon quickly nodded in obedience, under her warning gaze. Linda was obviously not one to mess with, not because she was the director of the camp program, but she could put anyone to shame with her words. Suddenly, he felt an arm resting upon his shoulders as the person approached him from behind.
“You ready for the second day today?”
Joonmyeon, who was startled from the sudden greeting, looked up on his right to meet Yifan’s face. He smiled and nodded in response, earning a grin from the tall giant. Yifan had explained that he arrived earlier before him, and got some of the parentless kids together with the kids and their parents in their group. He then leaned closer to murmur in Joonmyeon’s ear.
“So, I had a great time yesterday” - Joonmyeon casted a furtive glance to where Linda was standing, and she was definitely watching the two of them with raised eyebrows and a pointed look - “and it was an amazing night that I actually forgot to ask you for your phone number.” Yifan pulled back slightly, getting Joonmyeon’s attention, so they could look at each other in the eye. “I’d like to properly take you out next time, if that’s okay with you.”
Joonmyeon did not realize how brightly he was beaming to Yifan without hesitation. “I’d like that very much, Yifan. We’ll exchange our phone numbers after camp, unless you want to do that now?”
With his arm still resting on Joonmyeon’s shoulders, Yifan nodded as he quickly retrieved his cell phone from his pants, and Joonmyeon got his phone out as well. After exchanging their numbers, they replaced their cell phones into their pockets and watched their group area as pre-kindergarteners and kindergarteners played with some of the parent volunteers. The two leaders looked back at each other and, without either of them realizing, stared into each other’s eyes for some time with goofy smiles on their faces, when suddenly, a voice startled them out of their gazes.
“Children, what’s with you? Everyone can see that you two are bein’ lovey-dovey, but this is a camp for kids, not some love hotel for couples!” Linda exclaimed. Yifan and Joonmyeon glanced at each other, feeling a little awkward, but not moving from their spots. “I caught that boy earlier this morn, Jongin I think was his name, bein’ too touchy with Gungso or, Heaven pity me, however his name is pronounced. Gungsoo? Honey, I don’t know, and I don’t care, I’m old to remember things nowadays. Anyway, luckily, no kids were around, but boy, that Jongin kid sure couldn’t keep his hands to himself. This would be one of the times where it’s best to keep your hands out of your pants but to yourself. Tsk tsk.”
As Linda clicked her teeth in slight disapproval, there was a small tug on Joonmyeon’s pants that captured Joonmyeon’s attention and later Yifan’s and Linda’s. Sehun is looking up at them with a bright smile.
“Shoonmyeonnie, Ipannie, Sehun here!” The toddler beamed. “Hi!” His little hand was opening and closing into a fist in a way of greeting.
“Hey there, Sehun,” Joonmyeon patted the top of Sehun’s head, smiling.
“Oh my god, who is this adorable kid? Don’t tell me you two have already planned to adopt him, because I want to adopt him. You two ain’t even married, and this kid’s recognized you like apples and oranges. Not that you guys are fruity or anything, I’m just saying.”
“Mrs. Linda!” Both Yifan and Joonmyeon exclaimed in shock.
“No! This is Sehun, Luhan’s younger brother. Oh Sehun,” Joonmyeon added as the toddler seemed nervous, hugging one of Joonmyeon’s legs.
“Oh Sehun? Oh my god, what a fitting name. Sehun,” Linda crooned as she stooped down to meet Sehun’s eye level. “Hi, honey, I’m Linda!” Sehun quickly looked up to Linda, not budging from his spot against Joonmyeon’s leg, and was watching her shyly. The lady smiled, noticing the kid’s behavior. She then straightened up before she eyed the two young men.
“Y’all better watch yourself now. We still have parents in your group, so as I’ve said about the other two boys, keep your hands out of each other’s pants and to yourself, hmm?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Yifan and Joonmyeon nodded, with a tone of exasperation.
“Children, don’t talk to me like that,” Linda snapped, and the two men gulped. “You say that now, but sooner or later, you’ll forget this happened and we’re gonna have a mouthing, you hear?”
“I understand.”
Linda scowled. “I’m serious.” Both Yifan and Joonmyeon looked at each other then to Linda before nodding simultaneously.
“…You two have been speaking and nodding at me in tandem, and that’s just downright creepy.”
“Sorry,” the two men muttered at the same time. They threw a surprised look at each other that later turned into looks of amusement.
“Now, I’ll leave you two freaking lovebirds with your freaking adorable little kid, but y’all better get to your group soon. Joonmyeon, child, I won’t need your help at the table; it’s the second day, so the volunteers can just come to me and pick up their nametags since they have their shirts. See you around, boys.” Linda smiled and left with a wave.
“…What did she mean by a ‘mouthing’, Yifan?”
“A lecture.”
“…Oh.” A tug on Joonmyeon’s pants once again.
“Shoonmyeonnie hyung!” Sehun called out below. “Shoonmyeonnie hyung! Towie! Towie here! Towie here!!” Joonmyeon and Yifan looked to where Sehun was pointing, for the toddler was looking very excited and happy.
“Towie?” Joonmyeon whispered to Yifan.
“…Ah, yeah, Zitao.” Yifan pointed to where Zitao was standing close to his mother but waving back with a smile.
“Sehunnie!”
Sehun immediately released his hold on Joonmyeon’s pant leg, scampering over to his friend. At first, Joonmyeon was scared the moment Sehun let go of him, because the kid could easily trip or hurt himself, but watching how determined he was on catching up to Zitao and Zitao’s mother, he relaxed.
“He’s such a cute kid.”
Yifan and Joonmyeon were surprised hearing the other say the same thing at the same time.
“Linda was right, it’s a bit creepy how we’re saying things like this,” Yifan muttered with a snicker. Joonmyeon chuckled and nodded.
After an exchange of ‘hello agains’, the mother commented on how close her son and Sehun were at the moment. “Zitao wouldn’t stop talking about Sehun yesterday and this morning, like his name came up every other fifth word, “ she giggled. “I plan to talk to Sehun’s mother sometime today if I see her; maybe we can set up play dates. Zitao’s my only child, and I’m so glad he’s found a friend here. This is his first time here, as I’ve told you yesterday, Yifan,” she looked at Yifan with a smile, “ and he’s adapting to it so well.
“Oh my gosh, look at these two.”
The two leaders followed the mother’s line of vision to see Zitao giving Sehun a backhug.
“Aww, my baby’s so sweet,” the mother cooed. She stole a glance to her watch and received a small jolt. “Oh my, I’m about to run late, I have many errands to do today. Thank you both for watching him while he’s here in camp, by the way. I’ll see you guys later, okay?” The mother grinned before she turned and knelt on the floor, facing her son. She lifted a hand to rub her son’s back, explaining that she had to go now and get some errands done.
Zitao, smiling, immediately grabbed Sehun’s hand, with no intention of letting go any time soon. The toddler looked down at their hands before looking up at Zitao, his stoic expression suddenly changing into a beaming smile. Zitao giggled and swung their hands gently.
The mother chuckled contently. “Okay, boys. You be good boys, Mommy loves you!” After exchanging a hug and a kiss, the mother stood up and bade all of them goodbye.
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Given that it was the second day, it went well than the previous day. Music was fine; Painting had a wonderful moment when Sehun gave Zitao one of his two painted rocks (because he never forgets Zitao’s kindness the day before); and Games was better for Yifan, now that the kids were playing with him.
Joonmyeon shot frequent glances at Yifan while playing with the kids, and when their eyes met, the fair-skinned male felt his insides go mushy. When Yifan sent several winks and gave him subtle facial expressions of cockiness, Joonmyeon could not help turning pink with a smile, and glance at the parents, hoping that they were not watching the two leaders, because it was somewhat obvious to him that Yifan was flirting with him out in the open. Thankfully, the parents and instructors were engrossed with the kids playing in the middle.
Joonmyeon shook his head and laughed quietly to himself. Since when did I become so self-conscious about this thing between me and Yifan? He decided to take it in stride by joining the kids and Yifan, as to not arouse suspicion among the parents. The kids automatically formed two groups, one with Yifan and the other with Joonmyeon, before continuing their game of tag.
Lunch was a little more interesting than yesterday, because Yifan and Joonmyeon sat across from each other, with their group of kids, sitting in the middle of the two-benched tables. But it was not for that reason that lunch was interesting.
Joonmyeon was eating his salad when he felt a light tug on one of his legs, and he knew whose long legs, wrapped around his right leg, belonged to. He shot a look to the person sitting in front of him, as Yifan teased back with a mocking glare. Huffing lightly, Joonmyeon shook his head, though his lips curved slightly upwards, as he looked down to his salad.
Little did he know that Yifan was plotting something to do with him, as he brought his forkful of salad to his mouth when out of the blue, Joonmyeon’s body shot up as he jumped a bit in his seat, dropping his fork in the process, when his legs were forced open by Yifan’s knees. He had also let out a small yelp, and Yifan acted as if he didn’t do anything suspicious, looking up to see Joonmyeon appearing to be flustered and horrified.
“Something wrong?” Yifan asked in an innocent manner.
Joonmyeon wished he could wipe the look on Yifan’s face. He tried to regulate his breathing while attempting to close his legs, but Yifan’s legs did not budge one inch. Helpless Joonmyeon was blushing as he stared at his partner in the eyes. “You.”
The fair-skinned male glanced around the area, thankful that not a lot of people were concerned; but on the inside, he lamented on the fact that some of the kids nearby were observing them with curiosity. He did not want the kids to be corrupted from Yifan’s under-the-table actions. Trying hard to be nonchalant as he attempted to close his legs, he picked up his fork and continued eating. His lips were pursed tightly to refrain from grunting.
“Me? What’s wrong with me?”
Joonmyeon let out a soft gasp as Yifan bounced one of his legs on its ball in its foot. It caused Yifan’s left leg to constantly brush against Joonmyeon’s inner right thigh, while Joonmyeon’s legs were left helplessly wide open. He tried his best to restrain himself from moaning and rolling his eyes, because darnit, that was one of his sensitive spots.
“Y-your l-l…ugh…” Yifan’s knee almost brushed Joonmyeon’s clothed groin.
“My what?”
“Y-your…” Joonmyeon’s voice let out a small breathy moan, surprising himself and several kids around him. “Ahem… your legs, darnit. Move your legs!”
“What’s wrong with my legs? They can’t move around as much like yours can.”
Joonmyeon spluttered in disbelief. He wanted to crawl into a corner and cry, because Yifan was still bouncing his leg, his legs are still not budging, and his knee would often graze against Joonmyeon’s groin. Darn you, long legs of Yifan, darn you.
The blushing male snuck a glance to Sehun and Zitao, who were sitting a few seats away from him on his left, and to his relief, they were lost in their own world, playing and chatting up nonsense. He looked around and was thankful for short attention spans, because most of the kids were hyperactive during lunch and they could not care about anything as long as it was fun to them.
Joonmyeon tried his best to close his legs, but Yifan’s putting up a strong fight. His attempts were slowly becoming futile.
“Yifan, please… Please, can you jus-“ Joonmyeon choked back a moan. His throat was violently quivering to let out something, and Yifan loved how Joonmyeon was reacting to his antics.
“Can I what?” He asked with a teasing voice.
“Please, you know,” - Joonmyeon glanced around - “Get your legs out of mine, please. This is such an inappropriate time, Yifan. I feel so violated right now.”
“Oh, so you’re saying there’ll be a next time, then?” Yifan had a full-blown smirk on his face, as he waggled his eyebrows. The next thing Joonmyeon knew, Yifan raised an eyebrow and, without warning, he nudged Joonmyeon’s groin with his knee almost softly.
Soft enough to have the shorter male let out a loud yelp and jump in his seat.
Joonmyeon, out of complete embarrassment, quickly covered his mouth with one hand and looked at Yifan with wide, indignant eyes. He then roughly slammed his palm on Yifan’s knee, succeeding in making the taller guy wince a bit from the force. The two were almost engrossed with each other’s eyes that they failed to see Kyungsoo and Jongin coming over.
SQUEAK!
“ARGH!!” Thud. “Ow, dangit!”
“Hyung! Are you doing okay?” Kyungsoo directed the question to Joonmyeon after he bopped Yifan on the head with a squeaky toy hammer.
“Y-yeah, I’m good.” Joonmyeon quickly took his chance to close his legs while Yifan had reacted to the impact, snaking his legs around Yifan’s and coming to rest in between his friend’s legs. Meanwhile, the kids were hysterically laughing, and were energetically telling others about what just happened.
“What the heck was that for, Kyungsoo?” Yifan was rubbing his knee due to the dizzying pain that occurred when he got bopped in the head.
“For playing with Joonmyeon on camp grounds.” Kyungsoo gave a pointed look to Yifan. Yifan was a bit intimidated by how big Kyungsoo’s eyes were when he was being threatened with the owl-eyed male.
“Bu-“ SQUEAK! “AUGHH!!”
A roar of laughter from the kids earned attention from the people at the nearby tables. Joonmyeon couldn’t believe what he was seeing; this tall guy was defenseless against a much shorter guy and his hammer, even when sitting down.
“You’re lucky that Linda wasn’t around to catch whatever you were doing with Joonmyeon. She’s at the restrooms. And you’re lucky that you have us two to warn you; we didn’t get lucky this morning because someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself, apparently.” Kyungsoo and Jongin shared a knowing look. Jongin bit on his lower lip, looking a little too happy to be guilty, and Kyungsoo shook his head with a small sigh. “Seriously, you couldn’t wait until after lunch, Yifan-hyung?”
Scowling, Yifan was about to make a sarcastic remark, and Kyungsoo could tell he was going to do so. The shorter male threatened him by raising his hammer. Yifan quickly flinched and gave in to respond with a proper answer. When Kyungsoo was satisfied, he lowered his hammer.
“I’ll be watching you. We’ll be watching you, until lunch is over, that is.” Kyungsoo said as he indicated both himself and Jongin. “Have a nice day, hmm?
“Oh by the way, hyung,” Kyungsoo called out to Joonmyeon, “since tomorrow’s the last day, after camp, d’you wanna come with me and Jongin to the amusement park?”
“That would be nice, yes, definitely.”
“You can come, too, Yifan-hyung. We won’t bother you two when we’re there tomorrow, so you’re free to do whatever without me having this hammer. Such a wonderful tool, this toy.” Kyungsoo grinned, with a glint of mischief in his eyes as he eyed Yifan. The giant stuck out his tongue at him, and the couple ran off with smirks on their faces.
“HAHA, YIPAN-HYUNG. YOU GOT BOPPED!”
“YEAH, BOPPED!”
“HAHAHAHA!!”
Joonmyeon watched Yifan with an amused smile as the latter grumbled to himself, rubbing his head, and the kids in their group were laughing their heads off at what they had seen.
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“Bye Shoonmyeonnie-hyung! Bye Yipannie-hyung! Bye Towie-hyung!”
“Bye Sehunnie!”
Joonmyeon and Yifan waved as they watched Sehun waving from inside the car as the mother drove away from the parking lot. They had been overhearing the mothers chatting not too long ago and discussing about play dates, while they were playing with the kids after the small assembly was over. The mothers had came over to the group of four, and announced that the kids will be seeing each other more often after camp is over. The kids squealed and cheered with excitement.
“Okay, I’m going now with my mommy, bye!!” Zitao shouted as he and his mom left Joonmyeon and Yifan’s side. The two leaders waved back, now the last two standing outside in the parking lot.
Joonmyeon sighed happily, looking back at the events that have happened today. He still found it amusing when he remembered Yifan cowering under Kyungsoo’s gaze and hammer during lunch. He unconsciously let out a chuckle.
“What’s so fun-…oh wait, don’t tell me you’re reminiscing on my incident with Kyungsoo’s hammer…”
Yifan groaned when he received a nod and a small grin from his shorter friend.
“Make fun of me about this, and I’ll ignore you for the rest of the day and tomorrow. You can walk and take the bus; I’m not driving you home.”
Joonmyeon’s smile dropped as Joonmyeon eyed Yifan warily. “Who said you would be driving me home?”
“…”
Joonmyeon couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Yifan turning a little pink, not quite meeting his eyes. He walked around to stand in front of him, looking up.
“Did you mean to offer me a ride home?” Joonmyeon tilted his head only slightly.
Yifan was looking around, anywhere but Joonmyeon, before he gave in and brought his eyes to meet with the shorter male’s eyes. He gulped at the sight of Joonmyeon looking too adorable and cheerful for his age.
“I…I…No. I mean…if you want to get home quickly than waiting for the bus…” Yifan tried his best to keep his voice steady.
Joonmyeon raised an eyebrow. “And if I declined and decided to wait for the bus?” He teased.
“I’ll wait with you.” Yifan was surprised at how firm his voice was when he said it. Even Joonmyeon was surprised at that too, when his eyes saw the hard glint of seriousness in Yifan’s eyes. He blushed, averting his eyes from Yifan’s gaze.
“O-oh…okay. Then you may go ahead and take me home.” Joonmyeon felt the corners of his lips turning upwards.
“Your apartment it is, Mr. Kim,” Yifan said with a wink. Joonmyeon couldn’t help but giggle weakly at the corniness.
“You can be weird sometimes, Yifan.” Joonmyeon shook his head.
“Weird is my middle name, but it’s only for you I’m like this.” Yifan placed an arm upon Joonmyeon’s shoulders.
Joonmyeon tried to ignore the rapid beating of his heart at the touch.
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The duo arrived at Joonmyeon’s apartment for the second time since last night. Joonmyeon was staring up at his apartment with a frown, wondering what he would do in there for the rest of the afternoon.
“Uhm…are you free for today?” Joonmyeon meekly asked, his eyes still fixated on his apartment. He could feel Yifan’s gaze on him.
“Free? I’ve charged others in the past but for you, there’s no charge.”
Joonmyeon tore his eyes from his apartment to Yifan’s eyes, looking incredulous.
“W-what…”
Yifan chuckled. “Just messing with you. Gosh, you’re pretty cute.” He smiled as he took one of Joonmyeon’s hands in his. “I’m free today, Joonmyeon…Why? Do you need something?”
“N-no…not really. I mean, it’s a Thursday,” Joonmyeon blurted.
“Uh…yes, today is Thursday…”
“Right. I mean, uhm…er…would you…want to come up to my place? Hang out…or something?”
Yifan raised an eyebrow, giving a suggestive look. “Something?”
Joonmyeon turned red as he tried to pull his hand away from Yifan. “Not like that! No! Yifan…gosh, I’m not rea…uh…I wasn’t thinking that way…Oh man, I don’t even know why I asked you in the first place…” He whined as he looked away to stare out the front window. “It’s Thursday and you’re probably actually busy, and if you really are busy, I don’t know why you want to say such things like tha-“
“I would love to hang out with you, Joonmyeon.”
Joonmyeon paused, his mouth half-open. Yifan thought it was adorably cute.
“Really?” A pair of hesitant eyes turned to meet with a pair of relaxed eyes.
“Really. I actually live like 5 miles away from here, so it’s okay.”
“…Oh,” Joonmyeon said lamely. Yifan snickered before he nodded to the direction of Joonmyeon’s apartment.
“Shall we?”
The shorter male nodded, not letting his voice to betray him for the moment.
Expect an epilogue. ;D We still haven't covered the GAME part.