#seyoung

Say hi to feral Young-mi and Se-mi! I'll be posting all of the SG designs soon enough.

Xiong smiled softly at the small girl curled in his lap as she slept. He had stopped reading the story to her a few minutes before when he was interrupted by the small snore that escaped her. He stifled a chuckle as he slowly transferred her to his bed, she hadn’t even gotten halfway through the book.

“What happened to not being tired, my little stone sleeper?”

He wasn’t expecting an answer as he gently placed his blanket over her and made his way out of the room, she could sleep through anything.

“You can’t keep her.”

Xiong jumped at the sudden voice behind him before glaring at the familiar guest, “I was unaware you were stopping by, Kiku. If you had informed me, I could have had tea ready, or a meal.”

Kikuma rolled his eyes as he walked toward the kitchen, “I wasn’t aware I needed to call. And my name is Kikuma, if you keep forgetting I may start believing you are not aging gracefully.”

“Disrespectful little -”

“He’s not wrong Xiong, you can’t keep the kid.”

Xiong’s gaze shifted to the doorway to see his eldest son leaning against it, as if he hadn’t been away from home for nearly four decades.

“Seyoung? What are you doing here?”

Seyoung sighed as he walked over to the counter, setting up a tray for tea, “Leon called, he was worried about you when you took in the stray.”

Kikuma and Xiong both shot a glare at the younger man. 

Taking a cup from the tray, Kikuma glanced away from his surrogate family, “Seyoung, she is a child, not an animal.”

“She has no place to call home, I’m not letting her waste away in the village when I can do something about it.”

Xiong’s fist clenched as Seyoung rolled his eyes, “And she will grow and die like all the rest. You can’t keep torturing yourself by taking these strays in. We don’t belong here and they aren’t like us.”

Kikuma was quick to interrupt before Xiong could argue, “I don’t agree with his word choice, but he isn’t wrong. She will grow and die like the rest of the people here, she isn’t like us. You can’t keep taking these kids on and watching them die. You are torturing yourself.”

Xiong glared at the two, he knew they weren’t wrong, but they weren’t right either.

“She has no one. What if she wants to stay? Do you expect me to toss her to the streets?”

“She will stay, she will become one of us. She said she wants to stay with us.”

The three older men stiffened as they turned to see Hinata, clutching the small girl beside her. Her dark brown glare left no room for arguing.