Prompt:#58: A Tupperware Packed With Care

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Prompt: #58
Title: A Tupperware Packed With Care
Genre: Domestic, Fluff, Neighbour!AU
Rating: PG-13
Side Pairings: -
Warning/s: -
Season: Spring
Summary: Kris knew there was more to his adorable neighbour than burnt brownies.
A/N (Author's Note): I apologise in advance for my sense of humour.

Spring has always been Kris's favourite season — blissful weather, remnants of the chilly winter breeze, warming by the day. He loved being surrounded by the vibrant colours of the various blooming flowers, and he could already tell that Spring in Seoul would deliver just that.

March was rolling around in a few days and the temperature was already at double-digits, — far warmer than it had been back home.

 Sure, his move to South Korea was sudden — but he was planning on making it a permanent home to him. He supposes, at the age of 32, it was finally time for him to do something for himself for once. 

Starting by unpacking all these goddamn boxes. 

 It was almost two in the morning and Kris was drained. He'd only just arrived in the country earlier that day — and thanks to fast shipping services, all his belongings arrived from Canada at almost the same time he did. Kris spent the entire day hauling boxes up the stairs to the fourth floor because there was no one around to help, and the elevator needed a key that the landlord hasn't given to him yet.

 By the time all the boxes were safely moved to the apartment, Kris was spent. He supposed he should sleep, since unpacking can wait till the morning.

 Except, one, he didn't have a bed, or any furniture for that matter, and two, seeing his new apartment this chaotic made him restless.

He supposes he could try and find the bedding that's packed away in one of his boxes, but he knows he'll regret it in the morning because of what the hardwood floor would do to his back.

 I guess unpacking some of it now wouldn't hurt, he thought as he started going through the first box that was labeled ‘kitchen.’

 The kitchen was the only room that was furnished in the apartment — well, as furnished as a kitchen can get, really, but it had a stove and he only needed the cupboards for now anyway. It was mostly kitchen stuff — utensils and a couple of plates he deemed necessary enough to pack. He thought it was unnecessary to pack things that he could easily obtain here, so he ended up getting whatever he would need until he went and got the rest of it. At some point, he thought it was an idiotic move to forgo all of his furniture — at the same time, this left even more space for a fresh start. One that he desperately needed.

At least he had enough sense to pack his favourite mugs. Now that would’ve been a disaster.

Kris carried the box to the kitchen counter and started putting away everything in its designated place. Mugs in the drawers, utensils in the cupboard— wait .

 This was all wrong; he really needed to get some sleep.

Kris always preferred having something hot to drink before going to bed, since it helped calm him most nights — but as he was setting up his kettle on the counter, he realised he’d just finished the last of his remaining water bottles… and being new in the country, he didn’t really know if tap water was drinkable. He’d rather not risk it. 

He seriously needed to go grocery shopping first thing in the morning. 

Guess he’ll just have to forget about all of this for now and sleep. He was feeling the beginning of a headache and he’d rather not deal with that since he had no clue where he packed his Paracetamol, or if he’d even packed any.

He found the bedding easily enough; it was all in a box on its own. Kris might’ve left all his furniture behind, but he couldn’t do without his favourite blanket. Call him a child, but it was easily the softest, most comfortable thing he’d ever had the pleasure of purchasing. He was elated the day he found something that could entirely cover him up, — leaving it behind was not an option.

Kris switched off the lights, moved to the only area that wasn’t filled with boxes, and spread the blanket on the floor, making sure it was folded in half so that it cushioned the floor and made it somewhat comfortable. It took him a while to get settled, tossing and turning, but eventually exhaustion took over and he blacked out.

>>> 

There was an insistent pounding in Kris’s head and he didn’t know how to stop it or what was causing it. He opened his eyes, wincing at the glaring sunlight — he was now aware that someone was knocking on his front door. He got up and stretched, groaning at the stiffness in his muscles from yesterday’s events.

Kris was gonna give hell to whoever was at the door this early in the morning. He had a long day ahead of him, and he needed rest.

As he got closer to the door he could hear two people talking; one was obviously grumbling about something and the other was speaking calmly as if to pacify him. The voices stopped a second before Kris opened the door, finding only one person outside.

“But I could swear I just heard—“ Kris mumbled sleepily as he looked around the hallway for the other person that might’ve been there.

 “Wasn’t there someone here just now?” Kris asked the small man still standing there.

 “Ah,” the man spoke, a slightly confused look on his face. “Hello,” he smiled brightly.

Only then did Kris realise he had spoken in English. Quickly switching to Korean he added, “I’m sorry, I just thought I heard two people outside my door.”

 “Oh, you speak Korean! Yeah, that was the landlord. He wanted to give you the key to the elevator,” the man said, fishing something out of his pocket and handing a small key to Kris, “He told me to give it to you instead. I hope you don’t mind.”

 “No, that’s great. Thank you,” Kris gave the man what he hoped was a smile. God, it was too early. Speaking of which— “But why did he have to come so early in the morning?” Kris asked. 

“Early?” the man asked, wide-eyed, “It’s one in the afternoon,” he added, a slight smile playing at his lips.

 “Oh, wow.” Kris said. He’d slept a lot. No wonder he felt extra stiff.

 “I’m Joonmyeon, I live in the apartment next door,” the man, Joonmyeon, said.

 “I’m sorry, where are my manners,” he chuckled. “I’m Kris, and I just moved here yesterday. Would you like to come in?”

“Sure,” Joonmyeon smiled and Kris moved aside to let him in.

Kris became aware of his mistake a second later when he took in the state of his apartment. “I’m really sorry about the mess. I still have a lot to do,” he chuckled to hide his embarrassment.

 “Don’t worry about it, it’s perfectly understandable,” Joonmyeon said, looking around. “You have no furniture?” he added, surprised.

 “Yeah, I’m supposed to go today and get everything. I’m really sorry I can’t offer you anything right now. I’m being a really bad host, aren’t I?” Kris smiled sheepishly.

 “No, no! I came here to apologise in the first place. I would’ve helped you with everything yesterday, but I wasn’t here. I made you a little snack to make up for it though. I hope you like brownies!” He then lifted a medium-sized Tupperware that Kris hadn’t noticed he was holding before.

“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you,” Kris said, accepting the Tupperware and placing it on the counter. As if on cue, his stomach started growling, eliciting a giggle from his neighbour.

“It slipped my mind that you probably missed breakfast, please help yourself to the brownies. I really hope you like them.” the little man said, eyes gleaming.

Kris blushed, choosing not to mention he missed lunch and dinner yesterday as well. He opened the Tupperware and took out two pieces of brownies, offering one to Joonmyeon and watching him nibble on it. Kris let himself finally take a good look at his neighbour for the first time that morning.

He looked adorable. 

Joonmyeon was wearing a wide crew neck pastel pink sweatshirt, one that showed just a hint of his collarbones. He had on cute round glasses and his brown hair was short but long enough to fall just short of his eyes.

Kris bit into the brownie piece he had, eager to try his cute neighbour’s baking, only to be met with something hard and crunchy. Something like—

Eggshells. 

He was pretty sure the brownies were made out of eggshells. He could also taste the burnt bottom of the brownies. Kris barely kept himself from retching — his neighbour looked so hopeful, all cute and puppy-like. Kris did not want to break his heart when he was thoughtful enough to bring him something, but never in his life has he been more thankful for his poker face — because if not, he’s sure it would’ve given him away by now.

Instead, he chose to school his features and give Joonmyeon a smile. “That tastes,” Kris started, racking his brain for the proper words to describe the tragic brownies, “interesting,” he finally said.

His neighbor, bless his soul, only beamed at him, “For real? Oh God, that is such a relief. I totally thought I bombed it,” Joonmyeon said, seemingly oblivious to Kris’s internal turmoil.

Kris had nothing more to add to that. Joonmyeon was staring at him, so he continued to smile, moving his mouth to make it seem as though he was chewing. 

“I almost forgot!” Joonmyeon suddenly said, “I made some Yujacha, I can’t believe I forgot to bring it.”

Oh shit, there’s more? 

Kris choked. “Oh?”

 “Yeah, just give me a minute. I’ll be right back!” Joonmyeon said as he walked out of the apartment, the brownie piece he was nibbling on still in hand.

 The moment Joonmyeon was out of sight, Kris turned and spat the entire thing into the sink, rinsing his mouth three times just to get rid of the awful taste. He had a feeling Joonmyeon was doing the exact same thing next door.

His neighbour might be cute, but his baking skills definitely needed some serious polishing.

Kris had just finished cleaning the sink and making sure Joonmyeon would never know what he just did, when his neighbour walked back in, holding a chilled jug in his hand. Brownie nowhere to be found, thankfully. 

He knew it. 

 “I’m back!” Joonmyeon said cheerfully. "If you liked my brownies, you'll definitely love my Yujacha. It's my specialty," he said excitedly, putting the jug next to the Tupperware. 

All Kris could think was food poisoning. “I’ll have to try it then,” he said instead and grabbed two cups from the cupboard.

Joonmyeon poured some for the both of them and handed a cup to Kris. “Here you go,” he said eagerly, urging Kris to drink.

Here we go, Kris thought as he took a tentative first sip of what might be just the best thing he’s ever tasted. 

Kris hummed, pleased. “Wow, this tastes amazing,” he said as he finished the rest of the cup in one gulp and started pouring himself another one.

Joonmyeon seemed very pleased at Kris’s reaction. “I had a feeling you’d like it. Looks like you have a bit of a sweet tooth,” he said, grinning and leaning on the counter separating them. “What is Yujacha, exactly?” Kris asked as he chugged the second cup. He didn’t realise just how parched he was until he got a taste of the sweet drink.

 “Wow, you must’ve been really thirsty, huh,” Joonmyeon chuckled. “Yujacha is honey citron ice tea, it’s made with sparkling water.”

Water. “Is the tap water drinkable here?” Kris asked, remembering his little problem from the night before.

“Some people say it is, but I only use it for cooking, and even then, I have a purifier — I recommend you get one too. For drinking though, bottled water is the safest option.”

“Ah, thank you for letting me know.” Kris said. “I’m really sorry for making you stand. I’m being a bad neighbour already, aren’t I?” He added as an afterthought.

“Not at all! Really, I’m just glad I finally have someone I can talk to. It’s nice knowing that there will be someone around more often.” Joonmyeon said. “Not that I’m assuming you’ll always be free or make time to talk to me, of course!” He added quickly. “It’s just that, I never get to talk to any of the other neighbours. In the three years I’ve lived here, I’ve only met the other two people who live on this floor twice each. ”

“Twice in three years? That’s…worrisome. Maybe they moved?” Kris asked, to which Joonmyeon shook his head.

“I just found out recently that the guy in 403 apparently uses the apartment for storage. He lives elsewhere.” His neighbour said. “The woman in 404 is nice. I think she has a boyfriend as well, so I’m thinking that’s where she stays most of the time.”

“I guess we have the entire floor to ourselves then,” Kris said.

“Um, yeah. I guess we do.” Joonmyeon said. He wasn’t meeting Kris’s gaze and he could swear his neighbour’s cheeks had gotten a little more pink than they were before.”

“Oh and, I’m sure we’ll see each other a lot.” Kris said. “I’m still settling down so there’s not much for me to do other than furnish the apartment and make it livable.”

“About that, you said you were going to get everything you need today, right?” Joonmyeon asked.

“Yeah,” Kris said, pointing behind Joonmyeon, “I really wanted to get up early and finish all this up by the end of the day, but it looks like it’ll take me longer than I’d originally planned since I’m already late.”

“It’s still one thirty. I believe if you leave now you can still get everything done by tonight.” Joonmyeon said. “I don’t have anything planned for today, I’d like to join and help however I can, — if  that’s okay with you.”

“I’d really like that, actually.” Kris grinned. “Seeing as I’m all by myself, you’d be of great help by just being there.” He was glad his neighbour offered, because if he was being honest with himself, — he really had no idea where to even start from. “Just give me a minute to shower and get ready.” He said.

Joonmyeon smiled, “Sounds like a plan.” He said as he made his way to the front door. “Just come over once you're done and then we can go.”

Kris nodded and the man left, shutting the door behind him.

After a quick shower, Kris shaved and picked something comfortable to wear. He made sure to make himself look representable in order to make up for the sleepy mess he must've looked like earlier in front of his neighbour.

Pocketing his wallet and phone, Kris went out of the apartment and locked the door. He then headed to Joonmyeon's door and knocked.

“Come in, it’s open.” Kris heard Joonmyeon call and opened the door.

The moment he went in, he understood what his neighbour meant by saying their apartments were different. Not only did Joonmyeon’s look cleaner than his, but Kris's was bigger.

“You ready?” His neighbor asked. Kris nodded. “Let me just grab my coat and we can go.” Joonmyeon said, disappearing down the hallway then coming back out wrapped in a coat and holding a scarf in his hand.

“Let’s go?” the shorter man said, opening the front door.

"Lead the way, neighbour.” Kris grinned as they got out and Joonmyeon locked the apartment.

>>> 

“Did you have a specific place in mind? Or were you just gonna hit a random furniture shop?” Joonmyeon said as they got onto the elevator.

“I was hoping you could tell me, actually.” Kris said, sheepishly.

“Great! I know just the place.” His neighbour said cheerfully. “It’s a short walk from here, we’ll get there in no time.”

“Do you really wanna walk in the cold though?” Kris asked. “I mean, the weather is getting kind of nice, — but it's still cold.”

“I—You're right.” Joonmyeon blushed, “I don’t have a car though.” He said shyly.

“I can drive us, don't worry.” Kris said, smiling gently and pressing the button to the basement floor where his car was parked.

“Nice car.” Joonmyeon said once they were settled in Kris’s forest green Range Rover.

“Thanks, I got it as soon as I landed here. I like driving and I have a feeling that if I didn’t actually get a car, I would’ve been lost all the time trying to figure out which bus to take.” Kris said.

 “You’re right, it can get confusing at times.” Joonmyeon chuckled.

“Right,” Kris said. “Now, how do we get there, neighbour?” He asked.

“It’s a huge warehouse that has everything you might possibly need for an apartment. They also deliver on the same day if you finalize all your purchases before 3pm.” Joonmyeon said. “Up for the challenge?” He asked playfully.

“Of course,” Kris smirked. “We’ve got plenty of time till 3.”

“Okay then,” Joonmyeon grinned. “Just take a right at the end of the street and I’ll tell you what to do from there.”

“Sounds perfect.” Kris said, feeling really giddy all of a sudden.

He couldn’t wait to see how this would turn out. 

>>> 

After a short ten minute drive, they found themselves standing in front of a huge furniture warehouse. They went inside and Kris noticed that the place was divided into two sections. One was filled with rows of furniture and the other had kitchen appliances and home electronics.

“Okay, where’s your list?” Joonmyeon asked.

Kris was confused. “What list?” He asked.

“A list of the things you need for the apartment.” Joonmyeon answered as though it was the most obvious thing.

Oh. That list. “I— don’t have one?” Kris said and his neighbour looked at him, aghast. “I just didn’t think it was necessary!” He added quickly. “I thought that since I didn’t have anything at all, I’d just need to buy everything.”

“But— that’s messy! What if you forget something?” Joonmyeon asked. “Oh my God, you don’t even have the measurements, do you?” His neighbour asked, exasperated.

“Measurements? I needed measurements?” Kris asked, seriously at a loss. His apartment back home had been furnished and ready. This was the first time he was doing this from scratch.

And hopefully the last. 

Joonmyeon was looking at him as though he was crazy but recovered quickly. “Yeah, for you to know the size of the items you need to buy.” He answered.

“It completely slipped my mind,” Kris said. “I’m such an idiot.” He added dejectedly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” Joonmyeon said, probably sensing his despair. “You’re in luck, I remember my own measurements, — we’ll just have to make sure everything is a little bit bigger since my apartment is smaller.”

Kris could kiss the man. “Joonmyeon, you’re an angel.” He said.

Joonmyeon giggled. He giggled. And if it isn’t the cutest thing Kris has ever seen, he doesn’t know what is.

“Now, about what you’ll need.” His neighbour started. “They have a full list of items you might need at the counter. I think it’ll be helpful.”

“Alright, I’ll go grab us one.” Kris said, and headed over to the counter. The list turned out to be three papers stapled together containing a total of 350 items that could potentially be bought. How were they gonna go through all this before 3pm.. 

Kris went back to where he’d left Joonmyeon but the man wasn’t standing there. He looked around, hoping to spot him when a second later he heard his name being called.

“Kris,” his neighbour called. “Come here for a second.”

Kris followed Joonmyeon’s voice, not quite prepared for what he saw next.

“This is so comfortable!” Joonmyeon said excitedly, sprawled on one of the king size beds on display. “I think you'd love it.” His neighbour said, rolling around from one side of the bed to the other.

Oh yes, he loved it alright.

“Isn't that just the mattress though?” Kris said teasingly and Joonmyeon looked at him like he was crazy.

"Y-yeah but, don't you need a bed where the mattress fits perfectly like it does on this one?” Joonmyeon said. “It's really comfortable, you know."

Kris could swear he saw a hint of a pout forming on Joonmyeon’s lips. He went and sat down next to where the small man was.

“You're right, it is comfy.” Kris said, bouncing a couple of times on the mattress. “I think I like it.”

“Really?” Joonmyeon beamed at him and Kris resisted the urge to ruffle his hair.

“Yep.” Kris said. He thought, why not. The bed frame was black, sleek, with a leather back, — and it was big. Good enough for him.

"We can cross that off our list." Joonmyeon said, hopping off the bed.

"I need another bed for the guest room." Kris said, taking a picture of the bed they picked for the master bedroom.

"I forgot about that," Joonmyeon said. "I noticed earlier that you didn't paint your apartment. You're going with the cream walls the apartment is already painted in?"

Kris had thought about that earlier, but furnishing the house seemed more important than painting the walls. He reckons he could do that later, once he's settled down.

"I'll be painting the apartment at some point," he finally said. "For now, we could pick neutral furniture that could go with whichever colour I decide to paint the rooms in later."

"Smart idea." Joonmyeon praised, making Kris smile.

For the next hour, Kris and Joonmyeon went through every item on the list, — picking and crossing off everything that the former needed for his apartment.

Kris was pretty happy with the things he and his neighbour chose. He noticed halfway through that Joonmyeon was the one choosing most of the items, but he found it adorable how his neighbour was putting his heart into this, — and he couldn't deny that the man had good taste. Kris was actually enjoying himself.

They now had two full bedroom sets and a living room set. All in neutral colours consisting of grey, cream, black, along with a classy, deep red rug for the living room to liven it up. Kris picked a black, modern TV stand for the living room and an OLED TV to go with it. He chose a fridge, a washing machine, a dryer, and a dish washer.

He hated doing dishes. 

By the time 2:50pm rolled around, they could say that their team effort had been successful. They had called a staff member earlier for him to note down the items Kris will be purchasing, — in order for everything to be ready for delivery by the time he was done paying.

Kris was on his way to the counter, to fill the delivery form and pay when Joonmyeon came to a halt next to him.

“Oh no,” his neighbour said. “We forgot to get an oven.”

“That’s okay, I already have an oven.” Kris said.

“The one that comes with the apartment?” Joonmyeon asked. “That one doesn’t work properly.” He said when Kris nodded. “You’d probably age 50 years by the time you get a pot to boil on that thing.” He said, causing Kris to howl in laughter from how serious he looked while cracking a joke.

“It’s almost 3 though, we won’t make it in time.” Kris said.

“We can make it,” Joonmyeon said resolutely. “I’ll go pick an oven while you run and pay for the things that we already have.”

Before Kris could say anything, Joonmyeon was running off to where the ovens were displayed. Kris took that as his cue and quickly made his way to the counter.

Thankfully the queue wasn’t long and soon he was filling the form with his address, number, and preferred time of delivery. A minute later he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“It’s done,” Joonmyeon said, handing the lady at the counter a slip of paper that had the product number on it.

“That was fast,” Kris grinned.

“That’s a nice oven. Your boyfriend has great taste, sir,” The lady said and Kris didn't bother correcting her.

“He does, doesn’t he?” Kris said and winked instead. He noticed Joonmyeon was blushing and staring wide-eyed at him.

The lady giggled and Kris handed her his card. “If you just sign here,” she said, “you’ll be all set.”

Kris signed and took the bill, looking once more at the address in the form he filled and checking with Joonmyeon in order to confirm he got it right.

“Great.” The lady said, smiling. “You can expect your delivery within the next 30 minutes. Our staff will assemble all the furniture and take care of everything, — so you don’t need to worry about a thing. Thank you for choosing Warehouse for Your House. “

“Let’s go boyfriend.” Kris said playfully, bumping Joonmyeon’s shoulder with his own. He headed towards the exit, a tomato-colored Joonmyeon in tow.

“Oh, it’s raining.” Joonmyeon said. “They didn’t mention it in today’s forecast though, I would’ve gotten an umbrella.”

Kris noticed a small pout form on his neighbour’s lips. He came to the conclusion that Joonmyeon does this a lot when he’s upset, — most probably without realizing it.

“Stay here while I get the car.” Kris said and walked out of the building. He vaguely heard Joonmyeon say something like ’you’ll get wet.’ 

Too late. He jogged to where his car was parked and got in, his sweater soaked through.

Why did he not get his coat, again? 

After Kris drove to where he’d left Joonmyeon at the entrance, he parked and took the umbrella he always keeps in his car and went to get his neighbour.

“You’re soaked.” Joonmyeon said. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t mind,” Kris said reassuringly, holding the umbrella over the both of them and putting an arm around Joonmyeon’s shoulder, hugging him close. “Let’s go.”

“I’m really sorry.” Joonmyeon said once they got into the car. “I should have known.”

“Joonmyeon,” Kris said. “I’m fine, I promise.” He said.

“But you’ll get sick!” His neighbour protested.

“I won’t.” Kris chuckled. “Let’s go home.” He said, amused and a little touched his neighbour was worried about him.

Joonmyeon grumbled something in the passenger seat that Kris couldn’t quite make out, but otherwise stayed silent, — a pout still present on his lips.

Cute, was all Kris could think as he drove them back home.

>>> 

Upon arriving at the building, Joonmyeon excused himself and went back to his apartment, promising Kris he’d come help him out once the people from the furniture shop arrived.

Kris was in the middle of drying himself up and changing out of his wet clothes when his stomach growled. He was vaguely aware he still hasn’t gone grocery shopping and had nothing substantial to eat in his apartment.

Certainly not the brownies. 

He was contemplating was to do about lunch when his the doorbell rang.

Kris went and opened the door, finding Joonmyeon standing there, a plate covered in foil in his hand. Kris moved to let him in.

“I realized you didn’t have lunch so I made you Gimbap .” Joonmyeon said, walking into the apartment. “It should be enough to sustain you till your apartment’s done.”

“Wow, thank you.” Kris started. “You didn’t have to do that.” He said. Part of him was still scared, given what happened with the brownies earlier,— but for the most part he was grateful for the food. He doesn’t remember the last time he had a decent meal, and he was starving.

Funny how Joonmyeon showed up just as he’d decided to order in.

Kris uncovered the plate and tried a slice of the Gimbap. He started chewing carefully, not knowing what to expect, — but was only met with well-cooked rice and a mix of flavours. Safe. 

“Tastes good,” Kris said, taking another slice of the neatly cut roll. “You’re not gonna have some?” He asked his neighbour.

“I already had my share.” Joonmyeon said, smiling. “Eat up.”

Kris was on his fifth slice of Gimbap when they heard someone knock.

“Oh, that’s probably them.” Kris said, putting away the plate and moving to open the door.

The men from the furniture shop seemed to know exactly what they were doing. They talked everything out with Kris, asking him where he would like each item to be placed — and after they got everything covered, they got to work.

Kris had people coming in and out of his apartment and he was mildly alarmed at the amount of people the furniture shop had sent, counting at least 15 scattered around the apartment.

Well, this just meant they’d get the job done quicker. Kris was grateful for that; he was ready to have a bed.

Kris and Joonmyeon worked on getting the unpacked boxes out of the way, placing them in Kris’s storage room down the hall. He’d begged his neighbour not to do anything but Joonmyeon had insisted on moving the boxes with Kris.

It was still raining out, and by the time 6 o’clock rolled around, Kris could tell that the apartment was almost done.

“Joonmyeon,” Kris called, “Do you know a good Jjajangmyeon place around here?” he asked.

“Yeah, there’s a good one nearby,” his neighbour answered. “Would you like the number?”

“Yes, please.” Kris said. He excused himself once Joonmyeon gave him the number and ordered 20 servings of Jjajangmyeon.

The men were just finishing up when the delivery guy showed up with his order 30 minutes later.

Kris took the order, paying the delivery guy and handing him one of the servings.

“Thank you for your hard work and for coming all the way here in the rain.” Kris said, addressing everyone in the apartment. “Please stay and have dinner with us,” he said, taking two of the servings and handing the rest to the men.

“Thank you for the food,” one of them said, “however, we should probably get going.” The others agreed.

Kris had wanted them to rest for a while before leaving but conceded, realizing they probably wanted to go to their respective homes. He made sure to tip them and they were on their way.

“Oh,” Joonmyeon said, looking out the window. “Looks like it stopped raining.”

“I’m glad,” Kris said. “I would’ve felt bad about them leaving with it pouring out.” He turned to look at his neighbour and found him staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite discern.

“What?” Kris asked. “Something on my face?”

“Huh?” his neighbour asked, coming out of his daze.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Kris asked, amused.

“Oh,” Joonmyeon started. “Nothing,” he said, grinning.

Kris shook his head and chuckled. “Come, let’s eat,” he said.

“You surprised me,” Joonmyeon said once they were settled comfortably on Kris’s living room floor, plates on the coffee table in front of them. “I was going to cook you dinner.”

“You’ve done more than enough for today; it was my turn to return the favour,” Kris said, adding the sauce and stirring it with the noodles. “I wore you out, thank you for sticking around,” he added, handing Joonmyeon the plate he just mixed and taking the one his neighbour was about to mix.

“Thank you, and don’t think you’ll get rid of me so soon,” Joonmyeon said, “We still have boxes to unpack after dinner.”

“I can handle that,” Kris said. “You really don’t have to.”

“I want to.” His neighbour smiled warmly. “We’ll get it done quicker that way.”

Kris knew his neighbour was being genuine, so he didn’t have the heart to protest and thanked him instead. Besides, Joonmyeon was right. Maybe if he got an extra set of hands, he won’t have to stay up till morning just to get it done.

“I don’t know if I’ve said this earlier,” his neighbour started, “but that’s a big TV.”

“I like watching movies,” Kris brightly said.

“I like watching movies, too,” Joonmyeon mumbled shyly.

“You can come over any time you like,” Kris said earnestly and Joonmyeon’s eyes lit up.

“So,” Joonmyeon said a beat later. “How did you end up here?” he asked.

“South Korea or this apartment complex?” Kris asked playfully.

His neighbour smiled, “Both.” He said. “Tell me about yourself.”

“Well,” Kris sighed, bracing himself. “I’ve lived in Canada my entire life. My parents were with me till I finished college, then they moved back to China; that’s where I’m originally from, by the way.

“My father owns a multinational technology corporation,” Kris continued. “He’d always made it clear that he expected me to be in charge of the Canadian branch once I was done with my studies, even though I majored in architecture and wanted to pursue it as a career.”

“But you took control of the company anyway?” Joonmyeon asked.

Kris hummed. “I was fine with it, at first at least,” he said. “I was in charge for 10 years. The first couple of years were fine; it was mostly me learning the ropes, which consisted of sitting behind a desk and signing papers, basically.

“It was awful for me since I hate desk jobs,” Kris added disdainfully. “The years that followed sucked the life out of me. I was bored to death staying in the office all day long doing nothing but going through piled up paperwork.”

Joonmyeon hummed thoughtfully but otherwise didn’t interrupt.

“I’m an only child, so all of the responsibility just fell on me,” Kris sighed. “Every time I discussed starting my own architecture firm on the side, my father would remind me that his company was his legacy, that I was his only hope in keeping it alive.”

“My family is important to me, but eventually, I just felt as though my life wasn’t my own anymore,” Kris continued. “I went to China and told my father that I wouldn’t be able to do this any longer, and I guess he could sense my distress because he told me that it was fine.

“I knew it wasn’t fine; I was proved right later on,” Kris said. “He would always bring it up whenever he saw me. That’s when I realized that staying in China was no longer an option and that I needed space; I needed to do my own thing without him pressuring me every chance he got.”

“That’s why I decided to move here,.” Kris said. “I’m far enough to be on my own,; but not as far as I would have been back in Canada, so I’m still able to see my parents.”

“That’s really kind of you,” Joonmyeon praised. “You’re doing your own thing, but you’re not abandoning your family; you’re gracious about it.”

Kris felt his heart flutter at his neighbour’s words, “Thank you, that’s nice of you to say,” he said.

“I’m not just saying that,” his neighbour continued. “I respect you, especially after how you treated those workers today.”

Kris cleared his throat, his cute neighbour was making him flustered and he had no idea how to respond. “But that’s what normal people do,” he chose to say.

Joonmyeon shook his head amusedly. “Not everyone would do what you did,” he said.

Deciding to change the subject, Kris recalled what his neighbour had said earlier. “When you said our apartments were different, I thought you were talking about the mess,” he said.

Joonmyeon chuckled, "I might've been talking about that,” he said, causing Kris to blink.

"Just kidding," his neighbour said. "My apartment is meant for one person so it's a little smaller; I have only one bedroom.”

“I see what you mean,” Kris said. “I really didn't realise it at first; I thought all the apartments in the complex were the same until I saw yours.”

“The realtor didn’t tell you that you had options?” Joonmyeon asked.

“I just accepted whatever was available the soonest,” Kris said. “I was told this was a good apartment so I directly went for it. I only got to check it out when I got here yesterday.”

“That was a dangerous move,” Joonmyeon said seriously. “It could’ve been a scam; I can’t imagine renting out a place without checking it out first.”

“I know it was reckless of me to do that,” Kris agreed. “I just— couldn’t wait any longer, which made it easier for me to jump on the first chance I got.”

“I get where you’re coming from,” Joonmyeon said reassuringly. “It was a risk worth taking; I’m glad it turned out okay.”

Kris nodded, “I’m happy with the way things turned out,” he said.

“I’m also really glad you ended up here,” Joonmyeon said softly, and Kris looked at him, smirking.

He watched his neighbour’s eyes widen, “Because, y-you know!” Joonmyeon added quickly, “Good neighbours and all that.”

“Okay, neighbour. ” Kris said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “But how is it fair that you know so much about me, and I still know nothing about you?”

Except that you’re adorable and thoughtful, even though you lack the most basic baking skills, Kris thought.

“Well,” Joonmyeon started. “What would you like to know?” he asked.

“Everything?” Kris asked. “ Who is Kim Joonmyeon?” he added playfully.

“A simple, 31 year old man, really.” Joonmyeon chuckled softly. “I’ve been on my own since I finished high school; parents died in a crash just a week before my graduation.”

Kris reached out and took Joonmyeon’s hand in his, squeezing it comfortingly. “That must’ve been tough,” he mumbled softly, understanding now why Joonmyeon was so affected by Kris choosing to stay somewhere close to his parents.

The small man nodded, squeezing Kris’s hand back. “Before they passed, I’d gotten a scholarship from a really good university,” Joonmyeon continued. “And even though it was limited to certain majors; I could only do either accounting or economics; It was an opportunity that I needed to take in order to guarantee a good future for myself.”

Kris adjusted himself on the floor, scooting closer to Joonmyeon and leaning his head back on the couch behind him; he felt the man move a little closer and do the same. Kris was still holding the man’s hand and was glad his neighbour didn’t look like he wanted to let go.

“I went there directly after my high school graduation,” Joonmyeon continued. “Living expenses were covered in the scholarship so I stayed in dorms; I did random jobs here and there to cover any other expenses. Majored in accounting but knew all along it wasn’t what I’d be doing after I got my degree,” he said.

“I hate desk jobs too,” he added a beat later, grinning at Kris.

“Had it been your choice,” Kris said a moment later, looking at his neighbour. “What would you have chosen to study?” he asked.

Joonmyeon’s eyes lit up. “I almost always wanted to be a teacher, more so after my parents’ death,” he said. “You don’t really need a certain degree for that which is why I’ve been doing for the past nine years.”

“You’re a teacher?” Kris asked. “So this is how you know what you’re doing all the time,” he said, impressed.

Joonmyeon giggled. Again with that giggle. “I really don’t,” he said. “But yep, Kindergarten teacher, and I love it. I love engaging with the kids and moving around all the time; there’s never a dull moment.”

Kris hummed. “Definitely not a desk job,” he said. “Kids at that age make it hard to sit down.”

“They’re great kids,” Joonmyeon said fondly, making Kris smile. He loved kids too.

“Wait,” Kris said suddenly. “Does that mean you have work tomorrow and I’m making you work when you should be resting?” he asked, concerned.

“Nah, don’t worry,” Joonmyeon said. “It’s Spring break at the moment; school doesn’t start for another couple of days.”

“Holidays, another perk of the job, huh?” Kris grinned.

“Indeed.” Joonmyeon grinned back. “Now,” he said, standing up. “We really need to start unpacking the boxes if we want to finish tonight.”

“Alright, let’s do it,” Kris said, taking their now empty plates and throwing them in the kitchen bin.

For the rest of the night, Kris and Joonmyeon went through the boxes in the store room, moving around the apartment and placing everything in its designated place.

It was painless with the two of them working together, and in no time, Joonmyeon was on the couch unpacking the last box. The box contained Kris’s blu-ray collection, and he noticed, amused, that his neighbour was stopping to admire each movie title before putting it on the shelf.

“I’ll be in the bedroom unpacking the suitcases,” Kris said. “Holler if you need me.”

It took Kris a while to put away his clothes since he was very meticulous about the way he hung and folded everything; he headed outside once he was done, only to find the apartment eerily silent.

“Joonmyeon?” Kris called, walking to the other end of the apartment and checking each room.

Thinking his neighbour probably got tired and went back to his apartment, he was about to switch off the lights when he jumped at the figure on his couch.

Joonmyeon was on the couch; his upper body was bent so he was lying down, and his feet were resting on the floor. Kris noticed one of his photo albums lying open next to his neighbour.

“You’re gonna get cramps,” Kris said worriedly, knowing it was futile since his neighbour wouldn’t hear him anyway.

Kris approached the couch silently, careful not to startle Joonmyeon. He carefully wrapped one arm around his legs and the other around the man’s waist, lifting him up and carrying him bridal style.

Joonmyeon mumbled incoherently in his sleep and Kris was afraid he’d woken him up, but the small man sighed and continued sleeping soundly.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Kris said softly, walking to his bedroom. He gently placed Joonmyeon on the bed, and after making sure he was covered properly, Kris switched off the light and shut the door quietly behind him.

Kris felt grateful and content as he took one last look at his newly furnished apartment; he loved the fact that he would wake up tomorrow and find everything finally in place.

He headed to the guest bedroom; his last thought before falling asleep was that if it weren’t for his neighbour’s help, none of this could’ve been possible today.

Kris was certain he wanted the thoughtful man to stick around indefinitely.

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Kris woke up the next morning feeling well-rested and satisfied that he’d gotten enough sleep.

The time on his phone read 8am, which means that, by some miracle, his sleep schedule was back to normal.

Kris got out of bed and went outside after brushing his teeth, careful not to make too much noise since his neighbour was probably still asleep in his room.

He made his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and cabinets aimlessly; there was nothing to eat anyway. Thanks to yesterday’s events, it completely slipped his mind to go grocery shopping.

“Good morning,” a voice said from behind Kris.

“Hey you,” Kris said, turning to see a sleepy Joonmyeon, whose hair was sticking out in all directions.

Before Kris could stop himself, he was standing close to his neighbour, hands reaching out and fixing Joonmyeon’s hair; the man didn’t make a move to stop him.

“Morning,” Kris said softly when he was done, one hand still resting on top of Joonmyeon’s head. “Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah,” the man whispered, not meeting Kris’s eyes. “You let me sleep in your new bed before you even got a chance to,” Joonmyeon said, signature pout making an appearance.

Kris ruffled his hair and put some distance between them in an effort to keep his hands to himself, moving to lean against the counter instead. “That’s fine,” he said, smiling. “I just wanted you to be comfortable.”

Joonmyeon smiled, “Thank you,” he said.

“No worries,” Kris waved him off, smiling. “You’re a heavy sleeper, did you know?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Joonmyeon answered shyly. “My friends tell me it’s dangerous.”

“I once stayed back late at school,” Joonmyeon continued. “Had to finish some activities I had prepared for the kids the following day and ended up sleeping in the teacher’s lounge. If it hadn’t been for the janitor finding me, he would’ve locked up with me still inside.”

“That was a close call,” Kris said, both amazed and concerned. “Last night, I thought you’d left till I saw you lying on the couch.”

“I’m really sorry about that,” Joonmyeon said sheepishly. “I don’t know what happened.”

“ I know what happened,” Kris said. “You were exhausted after helping out your useless neighbour all day long,” he said, grinning.

“You’re not useless!” Joonmyeon said, lightly punching Kris’s shoulder. “Oh,” he said as if just remembering something. “You were a really cute baby.”

Kris remembered the album Joonmyeon must’ve gone through before he fell asleep. “You’re saying I’m not cute anymore?” he said in an attempt to hide his blush.

“You are!” Joonmyeon said, eyes widening a second later. “I m-mean— no, that’s not what I said!” He added quickly, causing Kris to chuckle as watched the small man press his palm on his forehead and shake his head.

“Thanks, you’re cute, too,” Kris said, grinning as his neighbour gaped at him. “I’d offer you breakfast but I have absolutely nothing in my fridge at the moment,” he said after a beat.

“You really need groceries,” Joonmyeon said, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Ah, yeah,” Kris said sheepishly. “I was supposed to do that yesterday.”

“Tell you what,” Joonmyeon said after a beat. “There’s a grocery store nearby that should be open right about now,” he said. “Let me go get changed, and then I could take you there if you want.”

“I really don’t want to trouble you any more than I have already,” Kris said. “I could go later, you really don’t have to.”

“You haven’t troubled me at all, Kris,” His neighbour said sincerely. “I need some things for myself as well, I want you to come along.”

“Oh,” Kris mumbled. “Okay then,” he piped cheerfully. “But I’ll drive us there!” He said, wanting to at least do something. 

Joonmyeon grinned. “Sounds good,” he said. “Meet you downstairs in half an hour?” He asked.

Kris nodded. “Great,” Joonmyeon said, grinning. “I’ll see you then,” he said, going out the door and shutting it behind him.

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Twenty minutes later, Kris was ready and waiting in his car for Joonmyeon to come downstairs. He told himself he needed to remember to ask the adorable man for his number later.

Joonmyeon showed up a few minutes later. “Have you been waiting long?” He asked as he got into the car.

“Nope,” Kris said. “You’re right on time,” he smiled.

“I’m glad,” Joonmyeon sighed in relief. Kris saw him reach into the bag he was holding and pull out something wrapped in foil. “Here you go,” his neighbour said, handing it to him. “I didn’t know what you liked. It’s grilled cheese.”

“You made me breakfast?” Kris asked, surprised his neighbour thought to do so in the short time he had to get ready.

Joonmyeon nodded his head vigorously. “You need energy until we stock your fridge,” he said resolutely.

Kris’s heart warmed at how attentive Joonmyeon was to his wellbeing. He shouldn’t be surprised, really; Joonmyeon has been nothing but thoughtful since Kris first met the man.

Kris discovered that the grocery store was really close, but was glad he brought his car since he was sure he’d be getting plenty of things to stock the apartment with.

And this time, he had a list. 

They were walking down the first aisle when Joonmyeon started chattering about how excited he was for the new school year to start in a couple of days.

“I missed the kids so much,” the small man sighed wistfully. “I want to bake them brownies to welcome them back,” he added excitedly.

Uh oh. “Maybe we can bake the brownies together?” Kris asked, genuinely wanting to help his neighbour make better brownies. Kris might have been able to hide his reaction at the time towards the inedible brownies, but kids had no filter; they might unintentionally hurt Joonmyeon’s feelings.

Joonmyeon looked at him and nodded cheerfully, “That would be fun!” He said and Kris smiled.

It was settled; he was gonna help Joonmyeon make the best brownies in the world for his kids.

Kris went through the entire store, grabbing everything he needed, with Joonmyeon occasionally reminding him about things he might’ve left out, and scolding him for buying too much instant ramyeon.

“You need protein, Kris,” Joonmyeon said as he added fresh chicken breasts, fish filet, and some steak into the cart. He then looked at Kris, “You won’t get bored if you have a variety to choose from,” Joonmyeon said with a straight face and Kris was trying hard to stifle his laugh; he found the way his neighbour was mothering him amusing and endearing in equal parts.

They picked out the ingredients they needed for the brownies last and Kris made sure to add the previously forgotten cooking spray before they headed to the cashier.

“So,” Kris started once they got back to their building. “When do you wanna meet up again for the brownies?” He asked.

“School starts the day after tomorrow,” Joonmyeon said. “I was thinking we could do it tomorrow night if you’re free.”

“I am,” Kris said. “Can we exchange numbers?” He asked tentatively, pulling out his phone. “You could text me when you want to start,” he added.

“Yes, of course,” Joonmyeon replied, timidly reaching for Kris’s phone and adding himself as a contact. Kris was pleased as he did the same on Joonmyeon’s and handed the man his phone back.

“Well then,” Kris started as they both stood in front of their respective apartments. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Joonmyeon smiled. “See you tomorrow,” he said, walking into his apartment.

“Joonmyeon!” Kris said before his neighbour could shut the door. Joonmyeon stuck his head out, humming questioningly.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done up until now,” Kris told his neighbour earnestly.

Joonmyeon beamed. “It was my pleasure, Kris,” he said.

Kris nodded and watched his neighbour disappear into his apartment, and after he heard the door click in place, he went into his own.

Kris spent most of the next day setting up the Wi-Fi and TV channels. He set up a landline, even though he mostly used his cellphone, but he thought to do it just in case.

There was nothing else to do so he started looking online for office spaces to rent for his future architecture firm, and after mindlessly searching for a while, his phone beeped with a new text.

[6:30pm] Kim Joonmyeon: Hello, this is your neighbour, Joonmyeon.

Reading the text made Kris chuckle at his cute neighbour for introducing himself even though they’d just exchanged numbers.

[6:30pm] Kim Joonmyeon: If you're still up for brownies, I'm just about ready to start. (o˘◡˘o)

[6:31pm] Wu Kris: Great! I'll be right there ( ´ ▽ )b

Kris typed his reply as he went out the door, knocking on Joonmyeon’s door a second later.

“That was fast,” his neighbour said, grinning as he opened the door to let Kris in.

“Yeah,” Kris started. “There was no traffic,” he said, immediately regretting his attempt at a joke and wanting the ground to swallow him up.

Joonmyeon let out a hearty laugh, “You're funny,” he said.

Kris knew he really wasn’t, so he just smiled, hoping he didn’t look as awkward as he felt.

“You ready to do this?” Joonmyeon asked, leading him to the kitchen; Kris saw that he already had everything prepared out on the counter.

“Let’s do it,” Kris said, rolling up his sleeves. “Can you handle melting the chocolate and butter?” he asked as he washed his hands.

“Of course,” Joonmyeon replied assuredly, taking out the saucepan and getting to work. Meanwhile, Kris preheated the oven and greased the baking pan with baking spray.

“I think it’s melted enough, we should add eggs now,” Joonmyeon said, grabbing 3 large eggs from the fridge and moving to the counter next to Kris.

Just as Joonmyeon was about to crack the first egg, Kris moved behind him, chest covering the small man’s back; he reached around and held Joonmyeon’s hands in his own, guiding him as he cracked the egg.

Joonmyeon froze for a moment before Kris felt him relax against him.

“Gently,” Kris murmured, Joonmyeon’s hands still in his as they cracked the rest of the eggs.

Once Kris was sure no eggshells made it to the pan, he removed himself slowly from behind Joonmyeon, trying hard not to show that he was affected by the proximity and the fact that Joonmyeon’s hair smelled really good.

They went through the rest of the motions quickly after that. Mixing flour and whisking the eggs and chocolate, and once the batter was done, they spread it in the pan and put it in the oven.

“How long do we keep it in for?” Joonmyeon asked. “When I made it before, I put it on 45 minutes,” he said.

“I think 30 minutes should be enough,” Kris started. “We can always check later if it needs to be kept in the oven longer.”

“Sounds good!” Joonmyeon said brightly, setting up the timer.

Kris made sure to help Joonmyeon clean up the mess on the counter and his neighbour kept protesting, but Kris was a persistent man.

Half an hour later, the oven timer went off. Kris took the baking pan out and placed it on the counter, letting out an inaudible moan at the smell wafting from the oven.

“That smells really good,” Joonmyeon said, sighing happily and Kris hummed in agreement as he watched his neighbour sink a toothpick in the brownies.

“Okay perfect, it’s done,” Kris said when he saw the toothpick come out with just a few crumbs.

“But look,” Joonmyeon said, waving the toothpick around. “It’s not fully firm yet,” he added, pouting.

“Don’t worry about that,” Kris said reassuringly. “You just let it cool down, and then it firms up from the inside on its own.”

“Are you sure?” Joonmyeon asked, looking hesitant.

Kris nodded. “Trust me,” he said, grinning, “It’s gonna be great.”

They left the brownies to cool down for an hour, and when it was time, they cut it up into even sized squares.

“Moment of truth,” Kris said, handing Joonmyeon a piece to try.

Kris watched as the small man took a bite and chewed slowly, eyes lighting up a moment later.

“Kris,” Joonmyeon started, dazed, “this tastes fantastic!” he said.

Kris felt pride fill his chest as he watched his neighbour eagerly take another bite of his piece.

“You’re not gonna try it?” Joonmyeon questioned.

“Nah, the rest is for your kids,” Kris said, smiling at his neighbour. “I’m just glad you’re happy with the result.”

“But, they’re really good!” Joonmyeon said. “I’d feel bad if you didn’t at least try it.”

“It’s okay,” Kris started, “I’m gla-“ he didn’t get to finish what he was saying because the next thing he knew, a rich chocolate taste flooded his mouth.

“Joonmyeon!” Kris said but it came out muffled since his mouth was full. “Did you just put the rest of your piece in my mouth?” He asked once he’d swallowed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Joonmyeon said, cheeks tinted pink.

“You’re right though,” Kris said. “These do taste amazing; we did a great job.”

“Thank you for helping,” Joonmyeon said, a smile tugging at his lips.

“It was my pleasure,” Kris said, pulling his neighbour in for a quick hug and chuckling at his dazed expression once he let him go.

“I’ll get going,” Kris said after helping Joonmyeon pack the brownies into a Tupperware. “You should rest, you have a long day tomorrow,” he added as he opened the front door and walked into the hallway.

Joonmyeon nodded, leaning against the doorframe. “Goodnight, Kris,” he said, smiling.

“Have a good first day tomorrow,” Kris said as he unlocked his apartment.

“Thank you,” he heard Joonmyeon say, and as always, waited until the man’s door clicked in place before doing the same.

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It was the first day of March and Kris was walking around trying to familiarize himself with the new neighborhood. He found a small coffee shop and went inside, thinking he could grab a coffee and contact someone afterwards in hopes of getting some help starting his firm.

His phone vibrated in his pocket just as he took a seat at one of the tables.

[12:30pm] Kim Joonmyeon: Thank you for last night. I just wanted to let you know they loved the brownies.

Kris was about to type a reply when another message came through. It was a picture of Joonmyeon grinning from ear to ear, surrounded by happy kids with brownie stained smiles. Kris smiled as he replied.

[12:32pm] Wu Kris: They look happy.

[12:32pm] Wu Kris: You look happy.

[12:33pm] Kim Joonmyeon: They really are.

[12:34pm] Kim Joonmyeon: I am happy, all thanks to you.

[12:34pm] Wu Kris:（＾＿・）

[12:38pm] Kim Joonmyeon: (/ω＼)

Kris laughed at Joonmyeon’s last text, knowing his neighbour was most probably blushing.

After finishing his coffee, Kris dialed the number he'd found online of someone called Do Kyungsoo who could supposedly help him look at prospective empty office spaces for his firm.

When the man answered, Kris explained the situation and they agreed to meet the following day upon Kris's request; he didn't want to wait any longer.

Do Kyungsoo turned out to be a short, serious man who was very good at his job. For the three days that followed their phone call, he took Kris all over the city, showing him different places that could work.

On Saturday morning, they finally stumbled upon the perfect place. It was just as Kris had envisioned his firm to be and he didn't hesitate in asking Kyungsoo to draw up the papers. It was already perfectly furnished and all he had to get was the equipment needed in his line of work.

All that was left to do was hire people, and that would happen on its own time. For now, he needed to advertise that he was open for business.

He parted ways with Kyungsoo after he was done signing the papers, thanking the man for all his help. Kyungsoo was even kind enough to refer him to a guy who helped create websites, and Kris immediately contacted the guy, who assured him that he'll have the website up by tonight at the latest.

Kris was happy things were finally working out, and his first thought on his way back home was sharing the good news with Joonmyeon.

He hadn't seen his neighbour since they've both been busy; Joonmyeon has been leaving his apartment early with the start of the new school year, and Kris usually came home late because he was busy setting up his firm. He missed his pouty neighbour.

He was on his way up when the elevator door opened, revealing Joonmyeon.

"Kris!" Joonmyeon squeaked, looking surprised to see him.

"Hey neighbour," Kris grinned. "What are you up to?"

"Oh," Joonmyeon started. "I received mail that's not mine so I was gonna ask around if anyone knew who it belonged to," his neighbour said. "Because I don't recognize the name."

"I guess that happens sometimes," Kris said. "What's the name?" He asked. "I could help you look for them."

"It's someone called, uh," Joonmyeon started, looking at the name on the package in his hand. "Wu Yifan," he finally said.

"Oh," Kris chuckled. "That's me, actually," he said, grinning at the confused look his neighbour was giving him.

"But I thought— your name isn't Kris?" Joonmyeon asked, rapidly blinking.

"It is!" Kris said quickly. "Yifan is my Chinese name. Hardly anyone ever uses it though; I always go by Kris," he explained.

"Sorry for troubling you," Kris said sheepishly. "I should've mentioned it earlier."

"No no! It's okay, I was just surprised," Joonmyeon said, smiling. "I guess this belongs to you then," he said, handing Kris the package.

"Thank you," Kris said. "Have you had lunch yet?" He asked.

"Nope," Joonmyeon said. "Not yet."

"Would you like to go grab something together?" Kris asked softly.

"I'd really like that," Joonmyeon answered, a quiet smile tugging at his lips, making Kris grin.

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They decided to eat at a traditional restaurant nearby; Kris was in the mood for meat and Joonmyeon swore by their Galbi.

“So,” Kris started once they were done ordering. “How’s school so far?” He asked.

“It’s been great!” Joonmyeon said cheerfully. “I can’t begin to express the joy these kids bring me.

“They loved the brownies, Kris. They were jumping around like crazy; nap time was out of the question that day because they were so energetic. We ended up singing and dancing instead,” he said, grinning. “I gave them a basic introduction to numbers and shapes, but since it was the first day, I just wanted to spend time with them.”

Kris was lost in the way Joonmyeon spoke; he loved how passionate his neighbour was when he spoke about his kids. He could tell they were a lot more than just students to him, that he treated them as though they were his own.

“How old are they?” Kris asked.

“I have around 20 kids in my class,” Joonmyeon said. “Most of them are 5-6 years old but I have a couple of four-year-olds; they’re adorable,” he said fondly.

“Yeah,” Kris said recalling the picture Joonmyeon sent him that day. “They really are.”

“If you want,” Joonmyeon started, “we’re holding a Spring festival in a couple of weeks,” he said. “Maybe you could come?” His neighbour asked timidly.

Kris grinned, “I think that’d be pretty cool,” he said. Who was he to say no to an invitation like that? Kris couldn’t get enough of his neighbour, and this was a promise of more time spent together. Plus, he’ll be meeting the kids Joonmyeon adores so much.

“How have you been?” Joonmyeon asked a moment later. “I haven’t seen you in a couple of days,” he said just as their food arrived.

“I’ve been busy with the firm stuff,” Kris said. “But things are looking up! I found a place and someone’s handling the website; we should be open for business soon,” he sighed happily.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Joonmyeon smiled softly.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Kris blurted out and Joonmyeon choked on his water. “I’m sorry I— that was out of nowhere,” he said sheepishly.

Joonmyeon shook his head, “It’s fine,” he said, clearing his throat. “The last time I had a steady boyfriend was in university.

I had a scholarship to maintain though; I tried to keep up with the parties and all that but, eventually I couldn’t so he just got bored and broke it off.

I’ve been on a couple of dates after I graduated, but not with anyone who wanted to commit so… here I am,” Joonmyeon said, seemingly nonchalant, but Kris could clearly see that his past relationships affected him.

“What about you?” He asked Kris a beat later.

“I dated back in uni, but nothing that lasted, and the only steady boyfriend I had afterwards was only interested in the things I could provide for him,” Kris said, trying hard not to sound bitter. “I’d always thought that it was fine as long as he cared about me somehow, but that didn’t turn out to be the case,; and I eventually couldn’t take it, so I left him.”

“It’s good that you did,” Joonmyeon said. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re a great man; someone like you needs to be cherished, it’s their loss.” he said emphatically and Kris was shocked at how serious his neighbour looked.

Kris was stunned into silence; no one has ever made it so clear he was worthy before and Joonmyeon made it hard to believe he was anything but.

“No Joonmyeon,” Kris started once he found his words. “You’re the one that needs to be cherished,” he said earnestly.

The rest of lunch was spent in shared glances and timid laughter, and when they went to their separate apartments later that day, Kris was sure part of him stayed with Joonmyeon.

>>> 

Monday night found Kris sitting on a blanket and surrounded by pillows he’d spread on the living room floor, ready to watch a movie. He had two bowls of popcorn and two mugs of hot cocoa; now only one thing was missing.

[8:50pm] Wu Kris: I’m about to watch a movie.

[8:50pm] Wu Kris: Care to join me?

[8:52pm] Kim Joonmyeon: Yep! ヽ(⌒∇⌒)ﾉ

[8:52pm] Kim Joonmyeon: Do you need me to bring anything?

[8:53pm] Wu Kris: Just yourself （＾＿・）

[8:55pm] Kim Joonmyeon: (/ω＼)

Five minutes later, there was a light knock on his door.

“It’s open,” Kris called out and a moment later Joonmyeon came through the door.

“Wow, this looks cozy,” Joonmyeon said, sounding impressed.

“It is,” Kris said, smirking and patting the space next to him on the floor.

Joonmyeon gave Kris a shy grin and moved to sit next to him. “What are we watching?” He asked.

“What do you feel like watching?” Kris countered playfully.

“Anything,” Joonmyeon said, sticking out his tongue.

Kris sighed in mock-exasperation and put on a random rom-com; he then went back to sit next to Joonmyeon and they both made themselves comfortable as the movie played.

“I’ve always found rom-coms to be very interesting,” Joonmyeon said around ten minutes into the movie. “People meet, fall in love, fight, get back together, get married, and have kids, and all of that is portrayed in just under a couple of hours,” he added.

“Doesn’t seem too far fetched,” Kris said pensively. “It takes some people less time than that to fall in love,” he said, looking at Joonmyeon, whose eyes were trained on the screen.

Joonmyeon looked at him, “Yeah,” he said softly, licking his lips, “I guess you’re right.”

Halfway through the movie, Kris noticed that Joonmyeon was zoned out and worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Something on your mind?” Kris asked quietly.

Joonmyeon looked at him, “I don’t know— I’ve just..been thinking about something lately,” he sighed.

“Want to talk about it?” Kris asked, concerned.

Joonmyeon was silent for a moment and Kris was about to drop it when his neighbour thankfully started speaking.

“There are these twins who started coming to my class last December,” Joonmyeon started. “They’re the best, honestly the sweetest, purest kids I know.

“They’re tougher than any four year olds I’ve ever met. They’re being neglected by their parents, Kris; they suffer from malnutrition and yet I’ve never seen anything but a smile on their faces. It has reached a point where I believe their parents are nonexistent.

“Before Spring break, their parents wouldn’t even pick them up when school ended, and on most afternoons, I’d be the one to walk them back home.

Sometimes when I’d drop them off, no one would be home, and according to what they’ve told me before they stayed home alone for days.”

Joonmyeon shifted and Kris paused the movie but didn’t say anything, waiting for his neighbour to continue talking.

“At some point,” Joonmyeon continued. “I started bringing them home with me instead of taking them to that place, ” he spat out bitterly.

“At first, I thought I would get in trouble; but I didn’t mind that as much as I minded the fact that no one even asked about them whenever I’d bring them here instead,” Joonmyeon choked on a sob and Kris wrapped an arm around the small man’s shoulder, hugging him close.

“It’s okay,” Kris hushed him, stroking the length of his arm soothingly. “What happened afterwards?” He asked once Joonmyeon had calmed down a little.

“Their parents showed up a while later,” Joonmyeon continued, removing his glasses and wiping the tear stains. “Sometimes they’d pick them up, sometimes they wouldn’t, but they were always at home whenever I went there to drop the twins off. I thought things would be better then, but I had no way of checking since that was around the time Spring break started.

“I was wrong to think things would be fine, because now that I’ve seen them again, they look even worse, Kris.” Joonmyeon started shaking again but didn’t stop talking. “I think it’s happening again.”

“Is there anything you can do?” Kris asked. “Can’t you report this to someone?”

“If I do, they’ll be taken away; what if they end up somewhere bad? Or worse, no one even bothers with them?” Joonmyeon said. “It sounds selfish of me, I know,” he said. “But at least with them here, I can keep an eye on them.”

“You’re not selfish,” Kris said. “It’s normal to feel that way when you care about them so much.”

“I just— from the bottom of my heart, I wish I could just adopt them myself,” Joonmyeon said longingly.

“Why can’t you?” Kris asked.

“Legal complications, made even worse by the fact that their parents are there,” Joonmyeon said. “Even if they’re not actually there. ”

“I’m sorry for burdening you with this,” Joonmyeon said.

“Don’t apologise,” Kris said. “You can talk to me about anything, Joonmyeon; I mean it,” he added reassuringly.

“Thank you,” Joonmyeon said softly. “It was nice sharing this with someone else for a change.

“I’ve been on my own for a long time; I’m not really used to anyone taking care of me and I usually just do everything on my own.”

“Well, now you have me,” Kris said earnestly. “You can share anything with me; you don’t have to go through anything on your own, Joonmyeon.”

Joonmyeon didn’t say anything, just quietly leaned his head on Kris’s shoulder.

Kris played the movie again but neither of them was really watching, both lost in their own thoughts. The last thing Kris remembereds was the weight of Joonmyeon’s head on his shoulder and the TV buzz fading in the background.

>>> 

The next time Kris woke up was to the sound of Joonmyeon shuffling next to him. “Oh God, Kris, we fell asleep,” he heard Joonmyeon say, “It’s almost eight, I’m gonna be late,” he panicked.

Kris jolted up, “I won’t let that happen,” he said. “Go get ready, and meet me downstairs; I’ll drop you off.”

Joonmyeon ran out of Kris’s apartment, while the latter brushed his teeth, put on a coat over his pajamas, and went downstairs to start the car.

Twelve minutes later, Kris parked in front of the school and Joonmyeon got out of the car, thanking Kris and running towards the gate.

8:30am Kim Joonmyeon: I’m a disaster.

8:30am Wu Kris: An adorable disaster.（＾＿・）

8:50am Kim Joonmyeon: (/ω＼)

>>> 

Kris started going out more since he opened his firm. He was now a working man; his firm was blooming and he had a total of 12 employees.

It wasn’t until a week later that he saw Joonmyeon again. They’d been texting throughout the week but hadn’t actually seen each other, until Kris happened to come back home just as Joonmyeon was about to enter his apartment, two frail-looking boys standing next to him as he unlocked the door.

“Hey, neighbour,” Kris said. “Who are the little guys?” He asked playfully, already having an idea as to who they might be.

 “Kris,” Joonmyeon breathed out, smiling widely. “This is Sehun and Jongin, they’re—“

 “My name Sehun, his name is Nini!” One of the boys piped, interrupting Joonmyeon. “We’re twins!”

Joonmyeon chuckled, “They’re fraternal twins,” he said.

 “We don't look the same but Nini is very pretty!” Sehun said, and Jongin— he assumes, hid his face in his brother's shoulder.

Kris’s heart fluttered at the sight, “Nice to meet you, my name is Kris,” he said smiling.“You're both very pretty boys,” he said.

“Are you hungry?” Kris asked a beat later.

 “We’re farmished, ” Sehun said, looking proud of himself for using a big word.

“Ahh, you’re famished, I see,” Kris said, throwing Joonmyeon a secret smile.

“No, I’m farmished, ” the little boy said, looking offended. “You didn’t hear right,” he said and Kris looked at Joonmyeon who had a hand covering his mouth and was shaking in silent laughter.

“Mister Kris is the one who helped me make the brownies I got you before,” Joonmyeon said.

“That’s really cool! They were yummy,” Sehun said and Jongin nodded happily, agreeing with his brother.

“Anyway mister Kris,” Sehun said. “I’m farmished, that means I’m gonna die if I don’t eat something right now,” he said.

“I was just about to make them lunch, actually,” Joonmyeon said, and seeing the solemn look on his face, Kris was no longer amused, realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Can I join?” Kris asked carefully.

“Yes,” Joonmyeon said. “Yes, of course,” he said and opened the door to his apartment.

“Okay,” Kris said. “Let’s go?” He directed his question at the twins and reached to ruffle their hair but Sehun flinched away and latched onto his brother, as if protecting him.

Kris’s heart hurt at the sight.

Kris crouched down to be at the same level with the twins. “Hey,” he started. “It’s okay,— look,” he slowly reached out again and ruffled Sehun’s hair, who flinched a little but didn’t move away.

 “I’m not gonna hurt you,” Kris said softly and reached to ruffle Jongin’s hair with his other hand. Sehun was no longer clutching onto Jongin and he could tell that he relaxed a little.

 Kris still hasn’t heard Jongin utter a word,— and a moment later, Joonmyeon, who was watching silently from the doorway called them into the apartment.

Kris and Joonmyeon left the twins in the living room in front of the TV and headed to the kitchen.

 “Hey,” Kris said softly once they were alone, “Are you okay?” He asked, concerned.

The small man walked towards Kris, one hand reaching out to rest on the tall man’s hip. Kris could feel Joonmyeon’s hand clenching his shirt, then unclenching. He made the decision for Joonmyeon and pulled the small man into his arms, one arm wrapped around his waist, and the other held Joonmyeon’s head to his chest.

Kris felt Joonmyeon inhale and clutch his shirt tighter, so he pulled the shorter man even closer.

Joonmyeon moved back a little to look up at Kris; he took off his glasses, rubbed at his eyes, then put them back on.

“I’ve been dropping them off for the past week,” Joonmyeon started, Kris’s arms were now entwined at the small man’s lower back, bracketing him.

 “That’s why you’ve been coming home late?” Kris asked.

Joonmyeon nodded, “The house is a mess, Kris,” he continued. “Every day there’s something new. Shattered glass, beer bottles, cigarette butts,— you name it.

 “They’re not safe there and I can’t sit on this anymore. Sehun said they haven’t eaten in th— three days , Kris,” Joonmyeon’s voice broke and his hand flew up to muffle his mouth. “Today when I went, no one was there, but this time I called the principle and explained the situation,” he continued. “We agreed that I’ll be taking care of the twins until we could figure something out,” Joonmyeon said.

 “This is a good thing, Joonmyeon,” Kris said. “You’re keeping them safe.”

“It’s what happens after that I’m worried about,” Joonmyeon said.

“You’re not supposed to think about that right now,” Kris said. “All you need to think about is what you can do for them now. ”

“You’re right,” Joonmyeon said a moment later. “They need me now. ”

“Yeah,” Kris said softly. “Let’s make them something to eat, okay?”

>>> 

They were in Joonmyeon’s living room later that night, and the man was telling Kris all about the twins.

 “They’re both really shy,” Joonmyeon said. “But Sehun always speaks up more around people so they’re more focused on him and not on Jongin. It’s his way of protecting his brother and making him feel comfortable.“

 “I’ve noticed that,” Kris said. “Jongin hasn’t spoken a word since I got here.”

 “Yeah,” Joonmyeon agreed. “He’s extremely shy, it takes him a while to say anything, even if he’s accepted you as a person.”

Kris hummed, “How do your sleeping arrangement work?” He asked.

 “Whenever they stayed over before, I’d just give them my bed and sleep on the couch,” Joonmyeon said.

 “I have a guest room, Joonmyeon,” Kris stated. “They can always come over and sleep in there.”

 “It’s sweet of you to offer,” Joonmyeon said, “But they’ll get scared if they wake up and I’m not there.”

 “You’ll be there,” Kris said, giving Joonmyeon a meaningful look. “I mean it, Joonmyeon. I know you said you’ve done this before, but that was temporary. Now you don’t really know how long they’ll be staying with you for, and I know how much you love them, but that doesn’t mean you should feel uncomfortable.

 “Please, just bring the kids and come over tonight. If you don’t like it then you’re always free to come back here.”

“Okay,” Joonmyeon said softly. “Thank you, Kris,” he breathed out.

>>> 

An hour later, the twins were tucked in Kris’s guest room. They didn’t put up much of a fight at the sudden change since they were exhausted and went straight to sleep.

Kris and Joonmyeon moved to Kris’s bedroom next, Joonmyeon making a beeline for the bed.

 “Where are you going?” Joonmyeon asked, puzzled, just as Kris moved to leave the room after he’d grabbed one of the pillows on the bed.

 “Uh,” Kris started, “couch?” He said.

“I’m not gonna kick you out of your own bed again, Kris,” Joonmyeon said seriously. “Come on,” he added, patting the space next to him on the bed.

 “Are you sure about this?” Kris asked once he was settled under the cover next to Joonmyeon. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

 “You’re not,” Joonmyeon said. “Now shut up and sleep,” he said, making Kris snort and causing him to effectively shut up. 

“Goodnight, Joonmyeon,” he said.

 “Night, Kris,” he heard Joonmyeon say as sleep took over him.

>>> 

Kris woke up to the sound of giggling and whispers but told himself he was probably still dreaming. He didn’t want to move and refused to open his eyes. He felt unbelievably comfortable and told himself he should definitely thank Joonmyeon later for helping him choose the bed.

His pillows were firm and nice to hug and he just didn’t want to wake up yet.

At that thought, Kris squeezed his pillow tighter and pulled it towards his chest, and throwing a leg over it, hearing an ’oomf’ sound as he did so. This time, he heard laughter instead of whispers.

Kris jolted awake, realizing that his pillow was definitely not a pillow. He had unconsciously wrapped his arms too tight around his neighbour's midriff in his sleep. Kris slowly untangled himself from Joonmyeon, hoping the heavy sleeper didn't feel any of that, but before Kris could escape entirely, Joonmyeon stirred and gave him a sleepy, confused look.

"Are you Myeon seongsaengnim's boyfriend?" The question came from the foot of the bed, followed by muffled giggles, causing both Kris and Joonmyeon to snap their heads towards the sound, finding the twins there. 

Kris was about to answer Sehun's question when Joonmyeon beat him to it, "S-Sehun-ah," Joonmyeon mumbled shyly, "What are you doing up?" He asked.

"It's up time," Sehun said and as always, Jongin nodded along. 

"Oh, it is?" Joonmyeon asked. "I'm sorry, I'll make you breakfast right now," he said, moving to get up.

Kris grinned, noticing that Junmyeon had evaded Sehun's question.

 "It seems as though just about everyone thinks we're together," Kris said playfully once the kids had gone outside. 

"Y-yeah," Joonmyeon muttered, "Funny right?" He said, letting out a small laugh.

"Even I want us to be together," Kris said tentatively.

"Yeah, me t—," Joonmyeon started. "Wait, what?" He asked quickly. "Are you indirectly asking me out?"

Kris got up and moved to stand in front of Joonmyeon, “No, Joonmyeon,” he started, reaching to grab the smaller man’s hand and entwining it with his. “Not indirectly, ” Kris said. “Would you like to be my boyfriend?” He asked the man he’s grown so fond of.

Kris felt Joonmyeon’s hand squeeze his, “K-Kris,” Joonmyeon breathed. “I’d love that,” the little man said.

Kris smiled and leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on Joonmyeon’s cheek, “Let’s go make some breakfast, boyfriend,” he said grinning as he left the room, leaving a blushing Joonmyeon who mumbled an inaudible ‘okay boyfriend.'

>>> 

 [7:00am] ♡Myeonnie♡: Happy first day of Spring!（｡>‿‿<｡ ）

[7:02am] ♥Fan♥: Babe ㅠㅠ why didn’t you wake me up?

[7:02am] ♥Fan♥: I didn’t get my morning kiss. (;_;)

 [7:03am] ♡Myeonnie♡: You looked so peaceful and I had to leave earlier than usual today. 

[7:03am] ♡Myeonnie♡: Spring Festival preparations. ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ

[7:03am] ♥Fan♥: My morning kiss… ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

 [7:04am] ♡Myeonnie♡: ( ˘ ³˘)♥ (/ω＼)

 [7:04am] ♡Myeonnie♡: The twins are with me.

 [7:04am] ♡Myeonnie♡: I’ll see you later today?

[7:05am] ♥Fan♥: Of course, baby. ♡♡

Kris got out of bed and took a quick shower; he was intent on leaving the apartment to go help Joonmyeon prepare for the long day ahead.

An hour later, Kris parked in front of the school and went inside. There were banners decorating the entrance and the school grounds were covered in a variety of colours. Kris noticed the lone cherry blossom tree in the middle of the courtyard didn’t fully bloom but had pink ribbons dangling from it instead.

Kris walked around until he spotted Joonmyeon standing near the playground, filling balloons from the small water fountain and handing them to the twins.

He got closer and realized the twins spotted him so he quickly placed his index finger on his lips, grinning and gesturing for them to be quiet; the twins mirrored his expression without Joonmyeon noticing but otherwise stayed quiet.

Kris tiptoed the rest of the way and once he was close enough, he snaked his arms around Joonmyeon’s waist and leaned next to his ear. “Hey boyfriend,” he whispered, and Joonmyeon jumped, accidentally bumping his forehead on Kris’s chin.

They both groaned, causing the twins to erupt in laughter that echoed around the empty courtyard.

 “I’m so sorry!” Joonmyeon said reaching up to check on Kris’s chin. 

“Babe,” Kris said chuckling, “ I’m sorry.” Kris leaned down and kissed his boyfriend’s forehead, rubbing it lightly afterwards. “I didn’t mean to startle you,” Kris said. “Well, not that much anyway,” he added, grinning mischievously.

 “You’re here so early; I wasn’t expecting you til at least two hours from now!” Joonmyeon said, surprised. “It’s a pleasant surprise nonetheless,” his boyfriend smiled, leaning in for a quick hug.

 “Thought I’d come help,” Kris said, walking to where the twins were standing and crouching to their level as he always did. “Good morning, babies,” Kris said, ruffling their heads at the same time. He was happy neither of them flinched anymore, seeming to have gotten used to him a little more. Although, Jongin hardly ever said anything when he was around, but he smiled more often.

“I’m not a baby, Fan,” Sehun said and Kris smiled at the familiar nickname. Joonmyeon had started calling Kris ‘Fan’ short for ‘Yifan’ a little after they started dating, and ever since Sehun heard him say it, it was all he called Kris by.

"What about you, Nini?" Kris asked the silent boy. "Are you my baby?" Jongin stood behind Sehun, hiding his face and peeking just a little at where Kris was crouched.
Sehun spread both his arms to the side, as if shielding Jongin. "Stop it, Fan," the little boy said, his lisp making an appearance.
Joonmyeon was laughing as Kris stood up, hands held up in mock-surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Kris said, chuckling.

"Boys," Joonmyeon started. "Can you please take the balloons and put them near the tree?"
"Jongin was crying this morning, said he missed his plushie," Joonmyeon said once the twins were out of earshot. "I've looked for that thing all over their house, Fan," he said. "It was nowhere to be found," he added dejectedly.
"Do we at least know what it looks like?" Kris asked.

"Sehun told me it was a brown poodle," Joonmyeon said. "I looked online but found nothing similar to what he was describing."
"One of the balloons popped!" Sehun said, running towards the couple, Jongin in tow.
"We'll figure it out, okay?" Kris whispered reassuringly and patted Joonmyeon's cheek softly.

>>>
A few days later, Kris and Joonmyeon agreed that the weather was nice enough for a picnic at the park. Joonmyeon was in the passenger seat next to Kris and the twins were napping in the backseat.

Everything was going well, that is, until Joonmyeon started crying.

"I'm so sorry—" Joonmyeon sniffled. "I should've just let you use a GPS, but I really thought I knew the way," he said and started crying a fresh set of tears.

"Babe," Kris said, panicking. "Please don't cry, it's okay," he was trying to calm Joonmyeon. The kids woke up when they heard him crying and it was a chain reaction from there.

Now Kris was the only one out of the four people in the car who was not crying; he was really close to breaking down though.

"It's not your fault, Joonmyeon," Kris tried again but Joonmyeon only cried harder, the twins following.

Kris should just stop trying; he had a feeling that if he said anything else, it might make things worse.

His boyfriend and the twins eventually calmed down and Kris kept whispering soothing words while he drove, and eventually, the park came into view.

"See," Kris said cheerfully. "We're here!" He said, looking around. He was met with toothy smiles from the twins and a teary one from his boyfriend.

Breathe , Kris mouthed and placed a small kiss on each of Joonmyeon's eyes, causing the man to giggle.

"Are you guys ready?" He said, turning back to look at the twins who nodded and jumped in their seats.

They found a shaded spot near a fountain and settled on the grass, and for the rest of the day, Kris and Joonmyeon watched the twins run around and play. Kris watched in amusement as the twins played with puppies without paying much attention to other children.

Kris noticed Joonmyeon was keeping an eye on the twins, pensive look on his face. He knew how much the small man was attached to the twins. There was not a day that passed by without Kris thinking back to the first time Joonmyeon opened up to him about the twins and how much he wanted them as his own. 

Kris was determined to do something about that.

>>> 

“Sometimes I wish there was no wall separating our apartments,” Joonmyeon told Kris one night. They were in bed, Joonmyeon sitting in between Kris’s thighs, resting his back against the taller man’s chest.

 “Is this you indirectly saying we should move in together?” Kris asked playfully.

 “M-maybe?” Joonmyeon said. “I mean— we're always together anyway, right?”

Kris smiled into his boyfriend’s hair, “I can knock it down for you, just say the word,” he said, placing a kiss on Joonmyeon’s forehead.

Joonmyeon shuffled, facing Kris, “You mean it?” He asked, eyes glimmering.

 “Of course, baby,” Kris breathed out, placing a kiss at the corner of Joonmyeon’s lips. “I mean,” Kris started. “You furnished my apartment all on your own anyways,” he said teasingly.

 “Hey!” Joonmyeon squeaked, punching Kris’s shoulder and then burrowing his face in it, causing Kris to laugh.

 “I think that I would really love it if we did,” Joonmyeon mumbled a moment later.

 “Me too, Myeonnie,” Kris agreed softly. “I’d love it if we did, too.”

>>> 

The month that followed was eventful. After Kris and Joonmyeon made it clear that they wanted to move in together, Kris went and spoke to the landlord about the move. He’d asked the man if there were any apartments in the building bigger than both his and Joonmyeon’s combined and whether or not it would be possible for them to move. 

It took some convincing but eventually the landlord agreed to combine their lease and make the changes, moving them from the fourth floor to the seventh to an apartment that was spacious enough for the two of them and their twins.

 “Which pieces of furniture are we keeping and which ones are we giving away?” Joonmyeon asked Kris as they were getting settled in their new apartment.

 “It’s up to you, babe,” Kris said, nothing really made a difference to him as long as he was with his boyfriend.

 “I’ll think I’ll just give away my stuff,” Joonmyeon said. “I like the things we picked out for your apartment more anyway,” he grinned.

Kris held Joonmyeon’s face in his hands and kissed his lips; he didn’t let go until Sehun started making disgusted noises at them, muttering a yuck and walking away to find his brother.

>>> 

Kris was shaving in the bathroom one morning when Joonmyeon walked in.

 “Morning,” Joonmyeon said sleepily, hugging Kris from the back and nuzzling his face in the taller man’s back.

Kris spun and lifted Joonmyeon’s chin, leaning in and smooching his boyfriend’s lips before the smaller man could escape.

 “Fan!” Joonmyeon cried out. “Look at what you've done,” he said, looking in the mirror. “Now my face is covered in shaving cream,” his boyfriend pouted.

 “We're saving shaving cream, babe,” Kris grinned.

“Oh shush, you big child,” Joonmyeon grumbled.

 “You do this pout thing whenever you’re displeased,” Kris teased, hugging his boyfriend close.

 “No, I don’t!” Joonmyeon gasped.

 “You do,” Kris singsonged, “It’s adorable, Myeonnie.”

 “Fan, no,” Joonmyeon groaned, voice muffled against Kris’s chest making the tall man laugh.

“Do you think the kids are excited?” Kris asked a moment later. They’d planned to go adopt a dog today.

“I’m sure they are,” Joonmyeon nodded. “They wouldn’t go to sleep last night from how happy they were.”

“Then let’s do this,” Kris said, kissing the tip of Joonmyeon’s nose. 

>>> 

Once they arrived at the dog shelter, the twins ran around looking at all the puppies, squealing and calling all of them cute.

Sehun was, at least. He dragged Jongin by the hand and eventually spent more time staring at a white bichon than anything else.

 “Nini, can we?” Sehun looked at Jongin and Kris could see him pouting.

Joonmyeon was influencing him; or maybe it was the other way around. 

Jongin nodded at his brother and Sehun jumped to give him a hug. Joonmyeon then called Sehun to go with him to the counter so that they could finish the procedure.

Kris noticed that Jongin stayed back and walked to one of the cages at the back of the shelter. He saw him standing next to a brown poodle puppy lightly touching the cage.

Kris went and crouched next to Jongin. “Hey Jonginnie,” he said softly. Jongin looked at Kris then back at the puppy.

 “Do you like him?” Kris asked, and Jongin nodded silently.

“How about we take him home with us?” Kris questioned, smiling. Jongin looked at him and nodded quickly, mouth gaping.

Kris chuckled and ruffled his hair, “Okay,” he said and got up from his crouching position. He felt hands tugging at his pants leg and looked down to see Jongin’s tiny hands clutching at his leg, looking unsure, and a moment later, Jongin got closer and hugged his leg.

Kris felt overjoyed having the sweet boy cling onto him, finally opening up to him a little. Bending down to Jongin's level, Kris felt Jongin startle and let go of his leg, then a look of awe replaced his shocked expression as the tall man lifted him up and hugged him to his chest.

He felt rather than heard the little boy's soft gasp, and a second later, Jongin was hugging him back.

Kris walked to the counter where Joonmyeon was finalising the papers for Sehun’s puppy, still holding Jongin in his arms.

Joonmyeon looked surprised at the sight, “Something I need to know about?” He asked, smiling softly.

Kris shook his head, “Just that we’re getting two pups instead of one,” he grinned.

>>> 

It was around a month later that Kris finally decided to tell Joonmyeon was he’s been up to. They were standing in the kitchen at night, kids already tucked in, when Kris finally spoke.

 “So,” Kris started, “This guy at my firm referred me to someone who specializes in adoption.

 “I spoke to him and he told me that in order for someone to adopt kids whose parents are alive, someone from that family has to say on record that both parents are unfit and that the kids might be in danger,” Kris said, taking out a folder from the kitchen drawer and handing it to Joonmyeon. “I found the twins’ grandparents, they were more than willing to cooperate.

“I haven’t told them yet, you can still back out,” Kris said. “But I knew this was what you wanted, just know you still have a say in this.”

Kris saw Joonmyeon reach out to take the folder, noticing his hands were trembling as he opened it. 

“Is this—what I think it is?” Joonmyeon said, dazed.

 “They already think of you as a father figure,” Kris said. 

“There are two signature spaces,” Joonmyeon noted, looking over the papers.

 “I—it’s not a requirement,” Kris took a deep breath. “But if you’ll let me, I’d really love to do this with you.”

A minute passed and Joonmyeon didn’t say anything, and Kris saw his boyfriend’s shoulders were shaking.

 “Wait,” Kris said, panicked. “You’re crying? Oh my God, did I mess up?

I’m so sorry for doing this without asking you first. Shit, Joonmyeon, I swear this isn’t final unless you say so—“

Kris felt Joonmyeon hugging him; not knowing what to think, he hugged the small man back. 

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” Joonmyeon finally said. “I’m sorry for crying I just, I’m so happy.”

Kris exhaled in relief. “I’m glad,” he said, feeling himself tear up.

 “Do you mean it?” Joonmyeon asked a beat later. “Wanting to be part of this, I mean.”

 “I would love nothing more,” Kris said, meaning every word.

 “Oh God,” Joonmyeon started crying again. “I love you,” he said. “I love you so much.

Thank you for this, for everything.”

 “I love you too, Myeonnie,” Kris said. “I really do.”

>>> 

The next morning, Kris and Joonmyeon told the twins the news over breakfast. Sehun and Jongin’s reactions only confirmed what Kris already suspected, that the twins already considered him and Joonmyeon as family.

They were putting away the dishes when the twins started whispering.

 “Is there something you boys want to share?” Kris asked playfully.

Jongin shook his head vigorously at the same time Sehun said, “We think there are monsters in your room.” 

Kris and Joonmyeon shared a look, “Why would you think that?” The taller of the two asked.

“Nini and I heard monster noises coming from your bedroom last night,” Sehun said innocently. “Nini was really scared.” 

Joonmyeon choked on his water and Kris shook in silent laughter.

 “Why are you laughing?” Sehun said, offended. “I’m telling you, it was scary.”

Kris couldn’t hold his laughter then.

Yep, Kris thought as he looked fondly at his little family. Never a dull moment.