“At least he's got your hands,” Jun comments lightly as the tinkle of piano keys dance around the class room in a stacatto rhythm.
“At least he's got your enthusiasm,” Jihoon replies in a mumble as another piercing off-key reverbrates across the room and straight into the keen ears of the two musicians.
Jihoon has at least the patience for a gritted smile, it's their kid after all—badly playing the one instrument the two have intimately known all their lives and hoped to pass down to him yes, but their kid nonetheless.
Jun is mentally preparing for the inevitability of them having to move the Baby Grand out of Daehyun's room (Jun knows he's five but hey, his parents started him young!) and having to shelve all of their music notes and books instead of letting them lie around the house for Daehyun to pick up when the inspiration strikes.
Judging by the grimace on the piano teacher's face at the side, it may never come at all.
“Well, there's always baseball,” Jun replies as he throws a wave into the air while beaming once he catches Daehyun looking their way with a toothy grin. “You're good at it, right?”
“Barely passable,” Jihoon shrugs as he continues to take a video for all of Daehyun's aunts and uncles to watch. “We might have to ask Mingyu.”
Jun snorts out a laugh, “Babe, you can't keep relying on Mingyu for everything. Even if he loves Daehyun very much.”
“But he's so, good with him, though,” Jihoon sighs as he leans back on his seat while keeping the phone steady in his other hand. “I don't know how Mingyu does it, I can barely keep myself sane when you leave me with him.”
For the longest time, Jun had always known Jihoon wanted kids. Even before they got married and were still dating, Jihoon had already laid it out on the table that if Jun wasn't someone who was dating to marry and didn't want kids, they could just save themselves the disappointment and break up.
Granted, Jihoon dropped the bomb while Jun was balls-deep inside the younger and could barely think straight. If Jihoon asked him in another time with all of their clothes and dignity on, Jun would still have said yes anyway.
He was too in love to ever think otherwise (still is!)
And when Daehyun came into their lives a year after they got married and after six months of waiting for the adoption center to call them, Jun thinks he wouldn't have it any other way.
Daehyun brought a certain kind of lightness in their lives, a kind of lightness where their hypercompetitive peers didn't mean anything and where accolades and invitations for conservatories were now placed second in their priorities. Jun would drop an event if Daehyun suddenly got sick and he doesn't doubt that Jihoon would do the same for their kid.
It's something that seemed so far-fetched when they were still in college, to just drop everything for their kid's doctor's appointment while still being at the height of their careers playing all across the world for some very important people. But that's what being a parent does to you–it's never I and you anymore, it's we.
Jun still has the same passion for music and still has his own greed, sure but he thinks that Daehyun trying his very hardest to play Chopin with all the enthusiasm in the world, would still make them the happiest.
“You know,” Jun starts as he reaches over to clasp his hand on top of Jihoon's over the arm rest. “Daehyun doesn't need you to be perfect all the time, he just needs you to listen to his rambles about Peppa Pig and pretend to make airplane noises for him during meal time.”
Jun knows Jihoon is often the hardest with himself, a product of the kind of childhood they grew up in and they'd never wish on their own. Jun also knows that Jihoon has a very hard time recognizing his own efforts and would rather focus on the details he missed instead of looking at the bigger picture and it's Jun's job to remind him that he's doing just fine.
Jihoon turns his head to face Jun and despite the crowds of parents surrounding them, Jun doesn't hesitate to cup Jihoon's cheek, thumb slowly moving in circles.
“You're okay, Daehyun loves you,” and I love you, too.
“Sap,” Jihoon mutters but there's a small smile playing on his lips and Jun can't help but let out another laugh.
Trust his husband to always ruin the moment.
“We'll be okay, Daehyun can pick up a new thing tomorrow or he can just be a dinosaur like he kept saying at breakfast earlier,” Jun continues as they both turn their eyes back to their son who had just finished his recital with the biggest smile on their faces.
“You're alright too,” Jihoon whispers as he finds Jun's hand beside him, intertwining their fingers together. “We'll be okay.”
Daehyun ends up meeting them after the recital with a huge grin and looking very cute in his mini-tuxedo that Minghao had insisted he had lying around (Jun thinks he spoils their kid too much) as he eagerly tells them he wants to play piano again and again.
“You sure, sweetie?” Jun asks as he and Daehyun's teacher share a look.
“Yep!” Daehyung says matter-of-factly before he rushes past them to meet with his friends on the other side of the room.
“Well, I believe we'll be seeing you next school year.” Jihoon says as he shakes the hand of Daehyun's teacher after thanking her profusely for her patience during the times Daehyun would throw a tantrum because he didn't want to attend class.
It's a miracle they even made it past recitals.
“He'll be fine, don't worry.” She replies with an assuring smile before walking off to entertain the other parents in the room.
“Guess we don't have to move the Baby Grand after all,” Jun chuckles as they watch Daehyun animatedly gesture something to a group of kids in front of him.
Daehyun could tell them he doesn't want piano by next week (like he always does before he asks Jihoon if he'll be playing piano the day before his class and then throw another tantrum during the drive) and it will be all alright.
He's got two parents who can play, anyway.
