chuckling nervously, xiaojun took hold of sian's hand and had dragged him inside so that the student can close the front door. ❝looks like the two of you will get along well.❞

yangyang then smiled at how the secretary was preventing the two of them from fighting, also making him chuckle at how he's the one panicking. ❝ge, i'm baking a cake.❞

humming, xiaojun blinked his eyes in wonder if the younger had burned the kitchen. that look of his face then made the student click his tongue, playfully smacking his shoulder before interlocking their hands and dragging him away from the kids that are still staring at each other with electricity along the line.

❝help me bake, ge!❞

and as the two went inside the kitchen, the living room was filled with incoherent sounds coming from the little boy that's unbothered by the sofa, playing with his toys, and if it's possible, the zap from the two's lazer gazes was also heard. neither of them bothered moving, nor looking away. although, one was bold enough to speak first and break the ice between them.

with arms folded across his chest, eleven tilted his head to the side. ❝so, are you not going to answer me?❞

huffing, sian is also not losing against him. ❝you're also not answering my question.❞

❝because i asked first.❞ the slightly taller boy snapped at him.

❝and i asked second.❞ sian saw him raise a brow at his counterargument, making him roll his eyes. ❝that doesn't mean you have to answer second, after me.❞

❝uh,❞ his tone sounded like he was stating the obvious. ❝yes it does.❞

sian was about to end this whole boy's career by having lots of things to say but seems like someone had already done that for him. kids are all gangsta until their parents comes to scold them.

"eleven, how many times does papa have to tell you to be nice?!"

being his turn to fold his arms across his chest, sian tilted his head to the side with a mocking grin on his face. but seconds after, the words that's being shouted from the kitchen now processed inside his head and got him thinking and questioning. ❝papa?❞

the said boy then took a deep breath as he composed himself down. he had gotten to talk to his parents about his attitude and it was always his papa that would remind him to be kind, and to be humble because everyone they meet is fighting a battle they know nothing about.

but his other father also said to punch whoever annoys him. this kid right in front of him is definitely getting on his nerves. ❝like what you heard, i'm xiao eleven.❞

sian gasped loudly, lowkey causing for the boy that's being named after a number to flinch and stare at how adorable he gasped. though, he won't admit to it. ❝you are a xiao?!❞ but his face scrunched soon after, ❝and your name is a number?❞

a scoff was heard from the slightly taller boy. ❝do you have a problem with that?❞

❝having a name as a number? no. i have a friend— well, an enemy, who has a brother that's also being named after a number.❞ and also having his enemy's papa named after a number but he didn't feel the need to say that. ❝but you're a xiao? didn't know uncle xiao has a son.❞

sian trailed off from his last word when he noticed the boy in front of him just staring at him, making him get his attention by raising a brow.

❝what?❞

❝you're quite talkative.❞ he's the one to point that out, he can't even stop saying something once he gets curious. ❝i'm adopted.❞

eleven noticed the look on his face and it seems like he had so much explaining to do. but he's tired so no, and this boy doesn't look like he's worth explaining what his life is all about. though, he had to admit, he loved his life here rather than that old abusive household he was in. here, he felt loved, he felt the affection that parents are supposed to give to their kids, and he felt important. he couldn't ask for more, this is enough.

❝three fathers, don't ask.❞ he cut him off before the other could say a word. ❝just appreciate the beauty of their relationship.❞

brows knitted, sian had no idea where these smart words came from. ❝aren't you too young to know about the beauty of their relationship?❞

walking closer to him with arms still crossed, eleven may not be that tall but was enough to tower over him. ❝aren't you too young to judge what their relationship is all about?❞

sian then leaned back with his eyes widened, honestly frightened at how the boy is glaring at him. eleven looked like a bully you don't want to mess with in school and sian just happens to be that bold student who pressed his buttons.

but lucky for them, an adorable disruption interrupted them.

❝fight, big no no!❞

the both of them turned their heads to the little boy that stood there by the sofa with a bright smile and had a block in hand, raising it up to get their attention.

❝we play!❞

if it weren't for how adorable he is then they would have actually continued arguing something that kids their age shouldn't be arguing. their eyes were fixed on the little boy that struggled to get down the sofa, landing on his bums with a sound coming out from his mouth. the two then cooed as little boy managed to get back up and waddled towards them, having a piece of building block being reached out and supposed to be given to one of them.

the problem is, the both of them grabbed hold of it at the same time, causing for the two to look at each other.

❝he gave it to me.❞ sian then started to pull the block on his side while the little boy is still holding on it.

insisting, eleven did the same and now had the block, which the little boy is holding on tight, on his side. ❝it was close to me when he had it reached out.❞

eyes sparkling in fear at how the two boys were gritting their teeth at each other, the wong tried to meddle with them and hoped that he could prevent them from fighting. ❝no hurt each other, please.❞

but this time, his soft voice didn't stop the two. sian had clicked his tongue as his hold from the block slid down to he could grip on to the little boy's wrist, pulling him to hide him from behind. ❝you two are not even close.❞

❝excuse me,❞ eleven was taken aback by what he said, making him also get hold of the little boy's wrist and it was his turn to pull him to his side. ❝but we were having fun playing together when you haven't arrived.❞

❝please,❞ sian said while dragging the last syllable of the word. ❝you don't even know his name.❞

brows twitching, this kid really is provoking him. maybe in this situation he's going to take his dad's advice and not his papa's. ❝and you think you do?❞

and as they were arguing back again, the little boy felt his eyes starting to water and lips quivering. he didn't know if it was because he didn't like watching two people fight or it's because of how harsh they holding on to his wrist. either way, it's still making him cry but he's just holding it back.

❝little,❞ he knows it was just a nickname but hopefully that can tell the other that he's more closer with the little boy. ❝sushi.❞

that made eleven mock another laugh that annoyed sian greatly. ❝see? you don't know him.❞

❝if you know him then why don't you tell me!?❞

actually, both of them had no idea what his name is. eleven just woke up seeing a little boy in the living room before watching his dad go to work. he was told what his nickname is and he didn't bother to ask for his name, honestly forgetting about that as he had already had so much fun playing with the kid.

clicking their tongue, the two snapped their heads to the little boy that was startled by it, having him flinch on his place as their glaring eyes were now on him. sniffles were now coming out from him but neither of the two noticed it as they were busy overpowering the other.

❝little sushi, what's your name!?❞

maybe telling them his name can stop the two from fighting. it was worth a try. still sniffling, the little boy tried to make up some words but having his thoughts jumbled because of how frightened he is at that moment. poor little sushi, he's just being dropped there by his dad since yangyang requested a playmate for eleven without knowing that xiaojun is also going to bring sian along with him.

the two boys were anticipating to what he was going to say. ❝m-my n-name is j—❞

❝you two made little sushi cry!❞

the adult and the student that left the two alone then came running to them at a wrong timing just when little sushi was about to say his name which they are curious as to what it is. well, at least they got the first letter of it. a lot of guesses were already running inside their heads as the student went to carry the little boy up and hush him down from his cries.

meanwhile, the secretary crouched down right in front of them and flicked their foreheads. unlike hendery who had done it a little bit too harsh on eleven, his was a bit softer as he didn't want to hurt them.

❝that hurt, dada.❞ eleven pretended to be in pain with a frown.

while sian is also doing the same thing but with a pout. ❝uncle xiao, ouchie.❞

chuckling at the two, xiaojun leaned forward and gave them kisses on the foreheads where he flicked. he ran his hands on their hair and ruffled it, messing it up and made the two whine. ❝that's for making little sushi cry.❞

❝but we just wanted to know his name!❞

thinking about it, the secretary furrowed his brows and had his eyes wandering at the little boy that yangyang is carrying and is successful in making him stop crying. he also doesn't know what the boy's name is, neither did he even ask the head of finance about it. he just found the nickname cute.

xiaojun then started shaking his head and carried the two at the same time as if they are light sack of potatoes, dropping them down as soon as he reached to the sofa. ❝you two stay here and get along, play with little sushi and don't make him cry again.❞

nodding his head in agreement, yangyang gently placed the little boy down right in between the two. he still was sniffling and using his small, chubby, hands to wipe his tears. both the boys looked at him and can't hold back but coo. ❝we are going to continue baking the cake. no fighting while we are at the kitchen.❞

❝while waiting,❞ xiaojun took the remote control, also spotting the bowl of cookies down the glass coffee table, and switched on the tv. ❝eat cookies and watch any movie.❞

the secretary was about to hand the remote to either of the two older boys but sighed in disappointment when they were fighting for it. he then decided to give the remote control to little sushi and the little boy gladly took it with his small hands. he didn't know how to operate it neither what buttons to press, so little sushi just hugged the remote control and guarded it with his life with his cheeks puffed and expression looking so adorably determined.

smiling at how the two stopped fighting, and they also stopped talking to each other, both yangyang and xiaojun gave them kisses on the face before leaving the three of them back again. they went inside the kitchen and sighed at the mess they left at the kitchen when they rushed out the moment they heard the two boys quarreling.

❝you know,❞ yangyang chuckled in defeat, picking up a bag of frosting from the kitchen island. ❝we should have called ryry ge and asked him how to bake.❞

❝wouldn't that make more mess though?❞ the secretary joked as he went on to where they had stopped, him batting the eggs. ❝where is he anyways?❞

seeing that the older has now mixed the ingredients, the student skipped towards him in excited and dipped a clean finger just to taste it. he giggled like a kid when the secretary gave him a playful glare. ❝work.❞

xiaojun raised a brow as he continued to stir the ingredients that have been mixed.

❝he's reporting to work while giving you a day off,❞ clinging to the older, yangyang snuggled his face to the crook of his neck. ❝because i asked him to.❞

the secretary nodded his head as he poured the mixed ingredients down to a high-length metallic tray, feeling tickling on his neck and shoulders as the student kept on giving him kisses. they were innocent and soft ones, making xiaojun melt at how cute and adorable yangyang is.

unlike a certain someone.

❝although, he looked like he's in a bad mood.❞ the younger male said as he helped the secretary in opening the oven for him.

pushing the tray inside, xiaojun hummed in a puzzled manner. ❝isn't he always?❞

he has a point but yangyang felt that this time is different. he hadn't seen the ceo smile ever since this morning and his boyfriend even tried to convince him that he just woke up at the wrong side of the bed. meaning, the first thing he had to remember in the morning is about louis peeing on him. but no, yangyang knows it's something else. he wanted for them to talk about it but hendery would always say that he's fine and there's nothing wrong. ❝i feel like he's conflicted about something.❞

having that being said, xiaojun now started to worry. the ceo might be rude to him sometimes (all of the times) but he often shows his caring side. the secretary can't also help but worry for him as he also feels like he's part of his life.

heaving out a sigh, the secretary started shaking his head as he didn't want for the two of them to be gloomy the whole time as they are baking a cake for the kids, and also a separate one for hendery as he gets back home. hopefully, that can lift his mood up and stop him from being so grumpy.

xiaojun then went to wash his hand but he had his brow raised in curiosity as he saw the student licking the frosting he had put in his finger. the younger male had noticed his stare and stiffened from his place, ❝what?❞

❝is it that tasty?❞ drying his hands, the older approaching the student that's leaning by the messy kitchen counter top.

at first, yangyang honestly thought that frosting has no taste but the one they had made actually tastes sweet. ❝it is,❞ he squeezed the bag on his index finger before handing the bag to the secretary. ❝want some?❞

smirking, xiaojun gently pushed the bag of frosting away and stuck his tongue out at the younger's finger where he squeezed some. yangyang could then feel his cheeks heating up at the sight of the secretary licking his finger slowly till he took inside his mouth as a whole, pulling away and tasting all the frosting a had put there. it made the student gulp, not knowing that xiaojun also had this side of him.

brushing his tongue on his bottom lip to taste the frosting left there, the older chuckled. ❝you're right, it is.❞

xiaojun's eyes trailed down at the bag of frosting he had pushed aside a while ago and upon seeing it, an idea came in mind. the student had to clue what he's doing to his heart rate started to quicken when the secretary took hold of the bag which he had in his hand seconds ago. xiaojun then began tapping the tip to the younger's bottom lip, as if he's asking for permission.

❝tongue out, yang.❞ it was supposed to be a demand but the older's soft tone just had to make it seem like he singing him a song.

nonetheless, it still did a great job in seducing the student.

❝ah,❞ even making a sound, yangyang followed orders and stuck his tongue slightly out. it was awkward for him because of how the older's gaze changed while staring at him.

it was as if something inside him was switched on.

snapping out from his pile of thoughts filled with thunders and cockroaches, the one holding the bag of frosting now had a small amount squeezed on to the student's tongue. after being satisfied by it, xiaojun placed it down at the counter top behind the younger and at the same time, it also got him to lean close.

sticking his tongue out was tiring for yangyang but he couldn't say a word nor look needy. though, his actions showed how impatient he is by having his arms thrown over the older's shoulder and eyes sparkling in expectations. being pulled closer, xiaojun can only smile at the student before finally taking his tongue out and licking a partial of the frosting. having his hands on the younger's waist, both of them had there eyes closed as the secretary was busy licking every bit of the frosting and the student feeling the pleasure by it. and when there's nothing left, it's just their tongue tasting each other.

❝hm..❞ not getting enough of just having to lick his tongue, xiaojun had closed the gap between them and started kissing the student who made a muffled sound. he wanted to hear more of it, which is why he had slipped his hands under the younger's shirt and let him feel the warmth of his fingers, and also the tingling sensation. ❝ha.. ge..❞

laughing softly at how he had to pull away and breathe, xiaojun could then feel the younger tug strands of his hair. before connecting their lips back again, he went to whisper a reminder to him. ❝the kids are just at the living room, don't make a sound.❞

once xiaojun earned an obedient nod from the student, he took the bag of frosting again with a grin on his face. as if he knew what to do already, yangyang parted his lips and slightly stuck his tongue out so that the older can squeeze a small amount at the tip. he hummed in delight when the secretary didn't waste a moment and just dipped his tongue on the frosting, capturing his lips at the same time.

yangyang then clutched on to the older's shirt real tight when he felt him sucking his tongue softly, having him to hold back a moan that's already at the edge of the vocal chords. feeling xiaojun's hands going up and down slowly on his sides is also not helping him to keep his noises down.

they just hoped that the tv is at max volume.

❝do you hear that?❞

sian furrowed his brows at the sound he heard at the kitchen, making him turn his head at the doorway but not being able to see what was happening inside. does baking include those sounds?

❝hear what?❞ eleven wasn't paying attention to what little sushi was watching so the boy's voice got his attention real quick.

❝it sounds like—❞ getting war flashbacks, sian quietly gasped as he could remember where he had heard these familiar sounds. going way back to their home, he could often hear this at his parents' bedroom everytime he passes by it. ❝sounds like we have to turn the volume up.❞

eleven's brows knitted when he saw how sian snatched the remote from little sushi's embrace but the youngest boy was too immersed in the tv show they are watching to even notice the remote, which he is guarding with his life, is being taken away. what confused him most is how sian really turned the volume up even when it's already loud enough for them to hear. ❝huh?❞

he also wanted to question why sian's face is turning red.

pulling away after a tasty make out with the younger, xiaojun let out an adorable giggle before placing a light peck on his lips. as much as he didn't want for them to end as this was actually making him full, the oven had already made a sound indicating that it's already being baked.

❝you know what?❞ the older then brought his hands up and squished the breathless male's cheeks. ❝that was more tastier.❞

yangyang pouted when xiaojun had to move away from him and get the tray he had put inside the oven. a minute hasn't passed by yet and he's already missing the sensational feeling of the older's lips on his, especially at how his tongue does wonders just to get a taste of him. and if he thinks about it, if hendery would have been there then he would have done much more than just make out, probably forgetting that there are kids inside the house.

but his thoughts about it soon faded away and have him jump to another part of his head, making him start thinking about eleven's question yesterday.

❝dejun ge,❞ he called out, still leaning by the counter top while having his eyes trailing at the guy who's closing the oven and putting the tray down on the kitchen island.

❝hm, what is it?❞ he wanted to focus on the student but he can't help but just stare at the supposed to be perfect cake they are baking. it looked burnt. it's either the oven alarmed them at a wrong time or the two of them were just busy having their tasty make out to even hear it the first time.

❝ge,❞ when he called the second time, xiaojun now turned his head to look at yangyang who looked dead serious, as if he wasn't submissive just minutes ago. ❝i hope this question doesn't pressure you or anything.❞

the secretary then smile at how he cared for his feelings about it. ❝ask away.❞

❝do you..❞ lowering his head down, yangyang started to mumble some words, that the older male had no idea what is it about, while playing with his fingers.

❝yang,❞ this time, it was the secretary who called him and made the cute guy look at him. ❝it's alright.❞

taking a deep breath in, the student encouraged himself to ask the question that got him as curious as eleven. ❝do you have plans of moving in here?❞

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