Chapter 5
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Nayeon returned home to her wife and her child screeching about which is worse.
Grimms fairy tales or disney channel original movies.
Obviously her wife was on the grimms fairy tales being worse and her child on Disney channel movies.
You know, usual shit she comes home to after work and getting food.
She cleared her throat and shut the door, both females turning around to smile and wave her over.
She smiled in response and slid her shoes off, and walked into the house, dropping the bags of food on the table and pulling out what she got for the two.
She set the food on the table.
"Dig in guys" she smiled warmly as her wife pecked her cheek.
Her daughter in the other hand, she had started eating the second the food was laid out.
She has an arby's obsession leave her be.
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"Gha- w-woOJIN-" a frantic Chris shouted from the living room.
"CHRIS SHES A 5-YEAR-OLD LIGHT KINDERGARTNER HOW ARE YOU LOSING!" Woojin shouted back from the kitchen.
Their niece, Dahyun, was just dropped off at their house.
They don't know why but they do know it's a bad situation.
Which is also bad because she's using the guest room, and they just so happened to be saving it for Chris' little brother and his boyfriend coming in from Australia in a few weeks.
"SHE MAY BE SMALL BUT SHE BE MIGHTY- GAH-" Chris yelled out again.
Woojin face palmed and continued to cook the chicken fried stake.
Because he has an obsession and can not be stopped.
"GUYS GET YOUR DINNER!" He shouted to the rowdy child and man-child in the living room.
He heard a whine from his husband and a giggle from his niece.
They all sat at the table and started eating.
"Hey Dahyun..." Chris' tone got serious.
"Do you know what happened to your mommy? And your momma?" Chris looked the 5-year-old in her eye.
He was immediately discouraged when she shook her head 'no' and continued eating.
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"FUCK" Hyungwon shouted out as his entire body shook.
Shook in fear that is.
You see, his boyfriend decided to scare the living shit out of him while he was boiling the water for their ramen.
They're broke highschool lovebirds, what do you expect?
"I-I'm- I'm sorry- H-HyungwoN-" Hoseok couldn't contain his laughter as he watched his boyfriend drop the spoon he was using to stir the water to get it to boil faster.
Hyungwon turned off the stove and moving the pot to a cold burner, and turned around and tackled his boyfriend to the ground, immediately- but softly- punching his chest.
"I fucking hate you so much- my goD" Hyungwon complained.
Hoseok chuckled one more time, picking Hyungwon up, but not without struggle, and placed him on the counter.
He moved in between Hyungwons legs and started kissing his collarbone and up his neck.
Hyungwon slowly leaned his head backwards, groaning out a 'you're lucky I love you' before letting out a soft moan.
Hoseok bit down on Hyungwons collarbone, causing the younger to moan out his name.
"Fuck- Hyungwon I'm sorry, you just lost your friend and-" Hoseok was cut off by Hyungwon kissing him quickly, then pulling away.
"Hyung...make me forget about it...at last for right now.." Hyungwon whispered out, almost starting to cry.
He couldn't take holding in the emotions anymore and had to let it out.
Hoseok reflected on what he was about to do, only to come to the conclusion that he can and will hold himself back.
"Mm, no baby. You're not in the right mentality for that right now." Hoseok spoke softly, pecking they crying boy's forehead.
Hyungwon whined and latched all his limbs onto the older Male in front of him.
Hoseoks heart shattered at the sight of his broken boyfriend.
He sighed and held onto Hyungwon, attempting to shut off the kitchen but deemed impossible with the younger clinging to him.
"Tell you what," he started, "how about you go to our room, make yourself comfy and I'll join you, ok?"
Hyungwon thought about it before slightly smiling and nodding.
He detached himself and ran to his and Hoseoks room, shutting the door softly behind him, and rushing to their closet.
He would never, ever, admit it to anyone unless they were insanley close to him.
But he's a cross-dresser.
Only at home though, he's still semi self-conscious about it, so he dresses up in pleated skirts, oversized sweaters, and thigh highs for Hoseok whenever he felt like it.
And it was pretty often in which he felt like it.
And right now, he felt like it.
He walked up to their closet and grabbed a soft pink oversized sweater, he moved to the dresser to grab a white pleated skirt, and light blue thigh-high stockings.
He changed out of his normal t-shirt and jeans, and put on his sweater, skirt, and stockings.
Once he felt comfortable, he got into bed, sitting up under the covers and drying his tear-stained cheek, awaiting his lover.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his socials to pass the time.
He got so sucked into his phone to the point where he didn't see or hear Hoseok coming into the room.
Which...resulted in Hoseok getting punched in the jaw.
"GAH- JESUS CHRIST HOSEOK-" Hyungwon freaked out for a second, then realized what he had done, and moved to straddle his lap and looked at the small bruise forming on his boyfriends cheek.
Hyungwon apologized profusely and kissed down Hoseoks cheek, stopping at his lips to kiss him.
Their kiss slowly escalated and Hyungwon started to roll his hips down.
Hoseok grabbed both his hips and looked him in the eye.
"Baby, are you sure you can handle this in such a fragile state of mind?" He asked, rubbing circles into his thighs.
Hyungwon whined and nodded his head, starting to grind against one of Hoseoks thighs, bracing himself on his boyfriend's chest.
Hoseok sighed and finally gave in.
"We are not going all the way tonight, okay?"
Hyungwon looked deflated but nodded his head regardless and continued rolling his hips against Hoseoks thigh.
Hyungwon's pace slowly sped up as his whines and moans became louder.
Hoseok moved his thigh to help with Hyungwons release.
Once Hyungwon's hips started to stutter, he gasped out a warning and came into his shorts.
He rolled himself off of Hoseok while the older tried to clean up.
After Hoseok had cleaned, the younger passed out, clearly tired from crying then riding Hoseok's thigh.
Hoseok sighed and walked to the washroom to start a cold shower.
As the droplets rolled off his head, he could only think one thing.
What the hell is Changkyun up to?
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