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☆:**:. He had been hoping for a different answer. A vehement denial at best or a calm no at worst. But it had been neither, and he doesn’t know how to feel. Of course, he feels some sort of attraction towards her but it’s still not something he’s really ready to face. There’s something about her that makes him want to care again. Yet, when he thinks of even opening the gate just a crack, Yesul’s face pops into his head along with her and those stupid friends of hers. He’s driving himself crazy. God, why had he even asked?

☆:**:. “You know how dangerous this can be, right?” he says softly. “Look this is fun… but… I’m just saying. You have to remember who I am. Things might not work out.”

Chanyeol really tried his hardest to control himself when it came to Iseul. He wasn’t vanilla, per se, but he mad sure not to go too far with the smaller male, like he would do with Hyunjin. However, that all changed when Hyunjin decided take on a double shift at the coffee shop. A shame, honestly. He’s told the younger that he could quit that job at any moment and Chanyeol will fully support him, but nope. Hyunjin took a twelve hour shift instead. Still, the elder couldn’t complain, because at Iseul was here to keep him company.

“Daddy?” The elder flickers his gaze toward the door, groaning lowly when his eyes land on a drowsy baby. Iseul was practically drowning in one of Chanyeol’s long sleeve shirt, thighs claimed in white and pink striped thigh highs. Fuck—

“Yes, baby?”

“I wanna sleep with daddy.” Iseul murmurs, causing the elder to chuckle softly from how cute he was being.

Noctis smiled as he sent a “see you soon,” text and went to close up shop. Heading up the stairs to his apartment, he summoned his familiar from whatever kitty nonsense he was probably getting up to.

“Hey boy,” he said, leaning down to pet him gently. “Alright, we have a very special guest coming over. Help me get this place looking and...smelling less like a bachelor pad, please.” He gave him a treat before the two started off on their magical deep clean of the place. 

Hyunwoo was every bit as awkward dad material as his own father. It was probably a genetic trait passed on to the men of his family. The male was sitting near the counter of the cafe with his phone in hand and a pout pulling at his lips. He looked up at Hyunjin and showed his screen, “Yah, what are these little heart pictures in your dad’s texts?? How do I send him a million more hearts?”