PRINCE OF TENNIS

Mu Siyang: will assign punishment laps rather than talk emotions, but will also essentially break his arm for the team

Ji Jingwu: “everyone’s beneath me and a waste of time, but I’ll fly Siyang to Germany to fix his arm and import a Chinese chef so he doesn’t have to eat food he doesn’t like and send him supplements and train his team so he doesn’t worry”

Zhuo Zhi: genius who doesn’t care enough and keeps up his smiling facade to hide his real self, up until he does care and then watch out

Zhang Baiyang: scary thug type who’s soft for kittens, refuses to listen to anyone but learns to trust his teammates on and off the court

Ya Jiuxin: “you suck at everything and we’re not friends but you suck less at tennis so maybe don’t quit and also I’ll come watch I guess and did I mention we’re not friends”

x files junhoon (ft bonus redraw)

Wait a minute....

A voice yelled out throughout the household, accompanied by rushed steps echoing down the corridor.

Jun poked his head out into the corridor. “Have you checked the dryer?”

“Not there!”

“Ask Appa!”

“Appa, have you seen my turquoise button down?” Hansol asked as he walked into the kitchen to see his dad contemplating on the various cereal boxes.

“Probably in the jacket closet by accident...again.”

“Ah yes! Thank you!”

Jun walked into the kitchen with a small glint in his eyes. “Do you need to iron your shirt?” He asked

“No, it should be fine,” His son replied as he rolled up his sleeves.

Wonwoo immediately recognize the tone in his husbands voice and held back a chuckle as he arranged the dining table. His suppressed grin escaping as he looked into the elder’s eyes.

“Oh the iron-y!”

Hansol groaned before bursting out in laughter. “Bà, noooo...”

The Chinese man grinned proudly at his own joke before, sitting down and giving his husband a peck on the cheek.

Wonwoo smiled as he sat down and filled his bowl with milk and cereal. “You‘re dressed up. Going out today?”

Hansol felt his cheeks warm up as he took a seat himself. “Yup.”

“With Seungkwan, right?” Jun teased as he watched his son’s face turn pink.

“Mmm.” Hansol replied, pointedly avoiding eye contact with his dad while eating his cereal.

Wonwoo elbowed Jun’s side. “Are you picking him up?”

Hansol shook his head and shrugged. “Nah, he said he’ll come pick me up. Something about being a hyung.”

“Aigooo, our baby is all grown up now and dating...” Jun cooed as he finished up his cereal.

“Bà...” Hansol whined, face flushed with embarrassment.

Wonwoo gave Jun a pointed stare. “Stop teasing him.”

Jun chuckled and shrugged as he cleared up the empty bowls and spoons. “As long as you have fun.” He replied waggling his eyebrow.

“But not too much fun.” Wonwoo added on, staring at his son pointedly.

Hansol buried his face in his hands and groaned. “Appa, no...”