#bbyongming

hongjoong & jjoongrami ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎✧˖°. • hongjoong stares down at the production schedule that flickers across his phone screen and you could already see the cogs turning in his head. jjoongrami sits in his lap, humming with his little feet swinging as he hangs off of his thigh. he glances up as hongjoong lets out a sigh, eyes wide as he tries to read the shift in his father's expression. • "what's up?" you ask, leaning over his shoulder to glance at the schedule. you grimace at the sight of the updated deadline, knowing hongjoong was already working long nights in the studio to get the b-sides of their upcoming album prepared. he gives you a knowing glance, one that you return pitifully as you reach for jjoongrami's underbelly and give him a gentle scratch. • "i can watch him alone tonight," you offer, arching an eyebrow as jjoongrami kicks in protest. he didn't need someone watching him! he was a fearsome captain, after all. he led the aniteez team with strength, and dignity, and— • his little arms outstretch for yours when he notices the ramen you left to steep on the kitchen counter. you and hongjoong shake your heads in unison at the squirrel's antics, your boyfriend pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he gets ready to head out the door. jjoongrami settles between your palms and follows hongjoong's every step. • the night starts off a bit awkwardly, jjoongrami surveilling you with an aggressive temper you could only assume he meant to be intimidating. it was hard, given his bright orange fur and the fluffy tail that curled and followed behind him when he moved. you'd spent plenty of time with jjoongrami, but never alone. certainly not alone in hongjoong's apartment. • "how about i split the ramen i'm making for us both?" jjoongrami's eyebrows furrow, the tip of his nose twitching inquisitively. you scoff, lowering yourself to his eye level where he stood on the counter with his hands pressed to his sides. "yes, yes, i know—half and half, exactly, for us both." he nods with conviction, a satisfied squeak escaping him. • jjoongrami is quiet for most of the night, focused on the pile of books hongjoong had collected for him over the past several months. he kicks his legs against the floorboards, just across from where you lay on the couch with your phone in hand. you look over every so often, smiling to yourself at just how much he reminds you of hongjoong. • you're dozing off just past midnight when you feel a tug at the hem of your sweatpants. noticing you don't respond, jjoongrami nips at your ankle and you yelp. he hops onto your stomach, a garbled, high-pitched protest escaping him that you could only interpret as him ordering you to bed. • "i'm waiting for hongjoong!" you counter, earning narrowed eyes from the little creature as he huffs. you know exactly what he's saying—hongjoong would want you to prioritize rest, or at least making it to bed before he was back from the studio in the late hours of the night. with a defeated yawn, you scoop jjoongrami off of you and carry him with you into the bedroom, turning off the lights behind you. • "fine, but stay off of my pillow. last time i couldn't stop sneezing with your tail up my nose."

seonghwa & ddeongbyeoli ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ • "are you okay with watching him for the day?" seonghwa bites his bottom lip as his eyes dart between you and ddeongbyeoli, the blush rabbit's eyes sparkling in response. "you know, i could always ask hongjoong—his schedule's not as busy today. it shouldn't be more than a few hours for the filming ..." • "it's fine, my love," you reply, hands on your hips as you turn to ddeongbyeoli. "right?" he nods enthusiastically in response, ears flopping over his face with every motion. you both giggle at his excitement to spend time with you, even though it would mean time away from his father. "i was just going to spend some time walking around the city today—there's a new pop-up i wanted to check out, near the café that san mentioned i should try." • ddeongbyeoli gasps at the idea of being out and about for the day, and you can't help but laugh. he's definitely seonghwa's child, alright, with the way that he can't help but be out on a stroll until he loses track of time entirely. seonghwa nods, pressing a swift kiss to your lips as he texts his manager that he's preparing to head to the filming site. • "i usually like to listen to music when i walk," you explain to ddeongbyeoli. he hangs over the edge of your tote bag, settled in the side pocket as his pink paws tap against the canvas. it's a quiet day, slightly overcast and perfect for a visit to a café. you offer an earbud to him, watching as he holds it up to his ear to listen along to seonghwa's cover of 'odoriko'. • your café dates goes smoothly, ddeongbyeoli tugging at your sleeve so that you could purchase him a fruit tart from the glass case. his cheeks grew wide as he stuffed his face with bits of strawberry, licking at the cream that sticks to the tip of his pink nose. he even gets excited at the sight of the pop-up shop, encouraging you to pick out a blind box to open later with seonghwa. • "hey..." your steps slow on your walk back home when you realize that your route leads you right past the lego store. ddeongbyeoli looks up at you inquisitively, now sat firmly on your shoulder so that he could feel the rain-kissed breeze. you glance down at him and ask, "should we get him something?" ddeongbyeoli exclaims in a high-pitched squeak, nodding excitedly again so that his ears flopped around him. you steady him on your shoulder with a laugh, heading into the brick store to look at your options. • "you're too small!" you call out, watching as ddeongbyeoli struggles to pull the box you chose off of its shelf—a lego bamboo plant that would match your live plants in the apartment perfectly. the little rabbit nearly tips over with the box between his hands, squeaking for help as you steady him. "how about i take it to the cashier and we can surprise seonghwa with it?" • seonghwa gets home not long after the pair of you, a confused expression gracing his face for a moment as ddeongbyeoli approaches him at the door. he's dragging a gift bag behind him by the strings, the weight of the lego box clunking against the floorboards. good thing it came unassembled. • "what's this?" he asks, peering into the bag as he scoops the rabbit up onto his shoulder. his face lights up at the sight of the familiar red logo, and you gesture to ddeongbyeoli. "he picked it out for you!" • seonghwa pulls you in close, his familiar scent drawing you in as ddeongbyeoli chatters on his other shoulder. you reach for his nose, tapping it affectionately as he nuzzles against your finger.

yunho & tyudeongi ૮ • ﻌ - ა • yunho finally tears his attention away from the spiderman game on his screen when his phone rings. you recognize the tone as the one he'd set specifically for his manager, especially now with an impending comeback and promotion schedule. he answers while continuing to thumb at his controller, committing subconsciously to heading to the studio to record his vocals for the demo. • tyudeongi stirs from his nap, panic striking his face when he realizes yunho is missing. he bounces off of the couch, the tuft of hair that covers his forehead twitching out of place as he runs to you for an explanation. • cradling the small dog between your hands, you brush his hair away from his eyes and back into place. "he's gone to work for a bit! we can hang out for a little while." tyudeongi furrows his brows, trying to follow along when he's suddenly cheerful as usual at the idea that he gets to spend time with you. • tyudeongi runs to the end of the living room where his toy crate is–filled to the brim with balls, rope and other sports equipment. you glance out the window at the thunderstorm that's begun to brew, lifting the little dog back into your arms and peering down at him. "the weather's a bit yucky today. how about we make something yummy and play indoors?" • you're amazed at the speed that tyudeongi inhales his kimchi jjigae with. you spend time rolling his ball along the floor, watching as he darts around the room and retrieves it without missing a beat. the game goes on for some time, tyudeongi even encouraging you to fetch and giggling when you couldn't match his speed. • the two of you curl up onto the couch, rain thrumming rhythmically against the windows as you scroll through the reviews of newly-added movies to netflix on your phone. finding a new animated film that looks interesting, you turn the phone to tyudeongi and he nods in approval. explaining to him how to turn off yunho's game, you offer to make popcorn—and return to tyudeongi about to burst into tears. • "what's wrong?" you ask worriedly, setting the snack bowl down and pressing a hand to tyudeongi's soft cheek. he sniffles, shaking under your touch as he points a hand out to the tv screen. you narrow your eyes, trying to decipher his panic when you finally realize—he'd deleted yunho's progress in the new spiderman game. "honey, it's okay!" • as if on cue, yunho enters the apartment with an exclamation of how he just barely escaped getting rained on and making it home. he sets his coat and sneakers aside, the broad grin on his face faltering when he sees tyudeongi shivering in your palms. "what's wrong?" • "uh—" you glance between tyudeongi and the tv screen, watching as he sobs in anticipation of yunho getting mad. you bring him closer, brushing his tears away with your thumb as you lower your voice gently, almost maternally. "honey, it's better to tell him the truth." you turn to yunho. "he accidentally deleted your save in the new game." • "that's it?" yunho asks, the smile returning to his face as he scoops tyudeongi into his arms. "buddy, i thought you were hurt! it's okay—this is actually a good thing." tyudeongi blinks up at him, confused as he rubs at his eyes. "now, we can start over and play together!" only then, he grins.

yeosang & hetmongi ૮˶• ﻌ •˶ა • the morning sun illuminates the kitchen as you and yeosang fall into your usual routine, reaching for electrolytes and other supplements in preparation for your workout. hetmongi sits at the edge of the counter, humming along to the playlist coming from the living room speaker as he chews on his vitamin gummies. yeosang is just about to reach for his keys when his phone rings. • "ah, i need to do another set of practice runs with the choreographer," he comments, his voice still low from waking up not long before. "i'm sorry! are you okay with taking hetmongi alone with you today?" • you glance up from your phone where you were preparing your gym playlist and offer a small smile. hetmongi looks over at yeosang in question, as if to say how dare he doubt your abilities to hang out with him alone! hetmongi swallows his final gummy, crawling up your arm to stand with a defiant huff on your shoulder. yeosang shakes his head with a laugh, raising his hands in surrender as he still reaches for his keys. "i see you'll be just fine." • your gym is no stranger to hetmongi, earning a packet of fruit snacks and head pats as you scan your membership card. he follows you diligently, mesmerized as always by the towering machines and endless racks of dumbbells. he follows you to your bench and hops up onto its edge with a cheerful outcry in motivation. you laugh, reaching for his head with a pat of your own. "let's have a good workout today!" • your workout progresses smoothly, falling into its usual pattern as you switch between weights and cheer on hetmongi as he tries to impress you with a series of stretches and push-ups on the bench. he catches his reflection in the mirror every so often, the way he tries to flex reminding you of yeosang and his well-built arms. • your lightest weight, a five-pound dumbbell, is the last you use for your set. you're about to set it back on its rack when hetmongi cries out to you, arms outstretched expectantly. you arch an eyebrow, removing your earbud. "i think that might be a little heavy for you, hetmongi," you start cautiously, watching as he taps his little chest to show you that you've got nothing to worry about. "how about we take it over together?" • just as you're about to help him, a friend of yours comes over to catch up on what you've missed since you'd last seen her. she tells you about her time on vacation, urging you to grab dinner with her sometime soon. you're about to take her up on her offer when a soft, drawn-out grunt captures your attention. • "hetmongi!" you gasp, the little white dog outstretched with the bar of the dumbbell pinning him to the floor. his paws are flayed in every direction, eyes wide as he stares up at the ceiling, defeated. he wiggles under its weight, evidently upset that he had to call out for help. you lift the dumbbell off of him, immediately scooping him up to inspect him. "are you okay? did you try to move that weight alone?" • hetmongi grumbles in your hands and you can't help but laugh at his bruised ego. he crosses his arms over his chest and you shake your head, pinching his arms. "you're so strong, it must have just been your form. how about we ask yeosang to train with you tomorrow?" • hetmongi nods excitedly, the thought of a new challenge with his father immediately erasing any embarrassment he felt from his poor lifting skills.

san & sandeoki ᓚ₍ ^◝ ̫ ◜^₎ • "they're going to do our makeup trials for the comeback today," san tells you, tugging a clean shirt over his head as he steps out of the closet. you glance up at him from bed, the early morning start a clear indication of their comeback around the corner. sandeoki stirs at your feet, kneading the duvet so that he can sleep more comfortably. his purple tail drapes over your feet lazily, one eye barely open as he looks up at his father. • "you'll look beautiful as always," you reply through a yawn, patting his cheek as he leans over to steal a kiss from you. sandeoki glares up at him through his lashes, bitter at the mention of a fun day playing with makeup and skincare that he wasn't invited to. • you spend the day alone with sandeoki, though he's no stranger to you—there's been plenty of times where he's accompanied you while san was busy with work and you had the time to spare. however, this time is different. it seems like nothing puts sandeoki in a good mood, no matter how hard you try. • his favorite rom-com? he barely looks at the screen as he rolls around the couch, dejected. a new pasta recipe? you might as well have left it out for the birds. even taking him out to run errands so that he could stick his head through the sunroof didn't cheer him up. san still wasn't back by the time you'd made it home, unsure of how to handle the situation. • "are you still upset that san is getting to have lots of fun with makeup today?" you finally ask, trying to confirm your suspicion. he huffs once, narrowed eyes peering up at you as he grumbles in that familiar, high-pitched tone. you laugh, the sound only making him more irritated as you pull him into your palms and up to eye level. • "well, why didn't you say so!" you chide, wrapping your hands around his belly and lifting him up high. "sounds like we're in need of a self-care night." the sound of skincare, bubble baths and sweet candles brought a twinkle to sandeoki's eyes, one that makes him kick his feet excitedly in anticipation. • sandeoki sits obediently on the bathroom counter, watching as you pull out a myriad of cleansers, face masks and eye patches. you also reach for a small pair of cosmetic scissors, ensuring that sandeoki's products would be sized just right for him. he fiddles with the product containers, his little pink nose twitching with delight at the floral scents. • nearly half an hour later, the pair of you have returned to the couch with matching sheet masks, gel patches under your eyes, and spa headbands that pull your hair away from your face (sandeoki is sporting one of your favorite pink scrunchies on his head so that he could match). he gladly prods at the remote with his paws, encouraging you to turn on another rom-com so that you two could unwind while waiting for san. • the pair of you are engrossed in the movie, skin cool to the touch under your sheet masks when san walks in. he looks handsome as ever, a deep smudged liner around his eyes and his skin like glass. sandeoki's ears perk up at his arrival, though he's only able to let out a muffled scream of excitement since he can't move around too much without his mask sliding off. • "seems like you two are having a relaxing evening," he teases, pressing a kiss to the top of your head from behind the couch. sandeoki purrs from his seat in your lap, earning a scratch behind his ears from his father. "can i join?"

mingi & bbyongming ૮(•͈ɞ•͈)ა • mingi texts you from the studio to let you know he's running a bit late re-recording his demos for the upcoming comeback. replying that it's alright and that you'll be relaxing for the evening, he points out that you should expect an exciting time with bbyongming as your company. the chick bobs his head to the random music video on your tv, youtube circling through the latest hip-hop releases in your shared playlist with mingi. • "i know you might hate me for this," you begin, reaching for the remote. bbyongming squeaks in protest, gesturing his wings out to the tv in protest as if you were out of your mind to turn off his tunes. you shake your head, chuckling at the way he's bug-eyed and ready to fight as all you do is lower the volume. "i wasn't turning it off! i just want to focus! you know i've been trying to learn how to crochet." • bbyongming crawls over you, to the basket beside you filled to the brim with yarn, crochet hooks, and various books with designs to follow. a series of confused grumbles slip out of him as he pulls apart the yawn in question. when a row of a baby pink falls onto his head, an idea comes to mind. • "actually..." you say, draping more of the pink and white yarn against his bright yellow tufts. "how about you let me practice by making a hat for you? i think mingi would think you look dope." he perks up in approval, never saying no to an opportunity to look as cool as his father. you giggle at their similarities before he reaches for the black yarn. "no, no! why don't we try the pink? i promise it'll look cool." • bbyongming doesn't believe you, and for good reason. the bonnet you've begun to stitch together is a baby pink and ivory combo, one that frills at its edges where you can see the perfect loops for ribbon bows. his attention is captured by the freestyle on screen, squeaking along to the beat in a garbled string of words the way mingi would. he glances over every so often at your work, trying—and failing—to convince you to add some red, some black. • nearly two hours have passed by the time his bonnet is finished and you let out an accomplished sigh, your fingers sore from gripping the hooks meticulously. bbyongming hops into your lap, ready to see what you've created. shockingly, he's excited to try on the pastel headpiece more than you expected. • "oh, you look adorable!" you exclaim, fastening the ties at his neck. he pouts, accentuating his already thick lips at the compliment. "i'm sorry—you look dope." only then does he beam at you, flapping his arms excitedly as he saunters to the living room mirror. he spends more time in front of it than you thought he would. • "how'd you convince him to wear that?" mingi asks as he returns home, watching the way bbyongming proudly strikes a series of poses for his father to admire your work and his good looks. you shrug, packing away your supplies and giggling at the way the little chick darts around the room and settles back in front of the mirror. • "maybe i'll need to make you one next so you can match."

wooyoung & wooyonyang ฅ^• ﻌ •^ฅ • wooyoung darts around the apartment, cursing himself for oversleeping and nearly running late to his schedule for the morning. you and wooyonyang can barely keep up with him, watching his every step as he talks to himself. • "practice room, then filming that appearance with joon and brian hyungs, then—" wooyonyang pounces of the bedroom, peering up at his father with a puzzled expression. why wasn't he planning to spend the day with him? "ah, nyangi, i'm sorry—i'm really busy today. you two can have lots of fun together today and i'll come home later!" • wooyonyang returns to the bedroom to paw at your face as you fall back asleep, expecting his next trusted adult to wake up and spend time with him. you shoot up in confusion, waking up abruptly at the feeling of his soft black fur against your cheek. lifting him by his belly, the sound of the bell on his collar fills your ears. "alright, i'm up, i'm up!" • wooyonyang has you on your toes, from preparing a big breakfast to picking an outfit for you to go out for the day. if you didn't know any better, you'd doubt that he missed wooyoung while he was gone. he knew exactly what he wanted to do, squeaking after you anytime there was a slow in your step. "i'm going!" • there's only one place that the little black cat wants you to take him, and that's the convenience store. you know the routine—honey butter chips for wooyoung, an assortment of candy for yourself, and a big box of vanilla cookies for wooyonyang. the two of you peruse the aisles for a bit longer than usual, convincing one another that you need twice as many snacks. • on the way back to the apartment, the little cat spots a playground—one that's near empty given it was the middle of a school day. immediately, he jumps out of your bag and darts for the slides. "wait!" you cry out, gripping the snack bags in your hand as you run down the sidewalk to catch up with him. his mischievous giggle pierces the air, the sound carrying all the way into the playground. • wooyonyang does a good job of entertaining himself, circling the playground's slides, ladders and rock walls like he'd never been let out of the house. his bell jingles after him, a sound that makes you laugh as you watch his little black shadow zip around the area while munching on your fruit candy. it was as if he were the one on a sugar high. • you can't tell exactly how long you've been at the playground by the time that wooyonyang's pace starts to slow, the jingle of his collar less rhythmic. you watch as he collapses finally from exhaustion on the bench beside you, a yawn slipping out of him as he blinks up at you. "oh, now you're tired," you chide, lifting him into your arms and carrying him back to the apartment. • wooyoung is home by the time the sun's set, wooyonyang fast asleep at the end of the couch with gentle snores. your boyfriend arches an eyebrow, pointing to the little black feline and back at you. "what'd you do to him?" • "me?!" you cry out, retelling the story of how he'd run away from you and straight for the playground. "this was his doing. this is your son, alright."

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