cruel of you | h.hj & l.fl

jeongin: cupcake and meatball's official love child

Felix wants to cry

Of course, Hyunjin didn't even listen to him.

Because why would he?

It's not like Felix is someone who says anything so special that deserves Hyunjin's attention. It's not like Felix isn't going to have a headache whenever Hyunjin's going to touch his waist after peering over the sleeping infant. It's not like Felix is affected because he isn't.

But Hyunjin will not even let him live down by that nickname and that certain voice he's using that serves as Felix's final will to breathe.

"He looks so small." Felix hears Hyunjin whispering against him. While his shoulders are being framed by Hyunjin's hand and his waist is being tucked by the other, he's right there in front of the sleeping infant, potentially about to hit Hyunjin if he ever makes a loud sound. "Look at our child, cupcake. He's so small."

"Hyunjin, Jeongin is Minho's―" There is even no point in trying to fight this madness which is Hyunjin, but at least he tries, "My gosh, Hyunjin," and ends up exclaiming when Hyunjin places his chin on his shoulder.

Okay. He tells himself. Calm down, Felix. He tries to reassure himself once again.

But nothing seems to be going the way he wanted them to be whenever he is with Hyunjin because the feeling of Hyunjin's breath against his neck is literally sending him to the pit of his anger, ready to hit Hyunjin so hard on his head he will forget his name.

Jeongin turns to his side slightly but there still remains a calm look on his face, sleeping soundly and gently—Felix isn't entirely sure if he's to coo of Jeongin's cuteness or fume of anger because of Hyunjin—and that made Hyunjin exhale slowly.

"How long is he going to be here?" Hyunjin enquires. Felix isn't having any of it.

"One or two? His dads aren't sure either." But he has to move slowly and quietly. No dumbassery is going to be acceptable in waking a baby up.

Hyunjin pulls himself away from him—good for Felix—and moves to the side of the crib just to peer over Jeongin closer than ever. Felix watches him, intently sometimes, but mostly with scrutiny.

Hyunjin has always annoyed Felix. He for sure knows that some of those were intentional. Like for example, when Hyunjin eats the food on the spoon that he is holding for his own mouth to feed, when Hyunjin teases him for the food he just cooked, even though he is entirely sure that he did a good job but still, Hyunjin's words has an effect on him—please don't ask him why, he isn't sure either—or when Hyunjin chooses to drop by the bakery to say 'I'm picking you up' which basically means 'I'm here to annoy you from your work all over to your way home', and he isn't totally having it.

None of it.

But Hyunjin, who stares at Jeongin like he is the most precious thing in the world, doesn't look like the person that will annoy him that evening. All he can see in Hyunjin is the adoration for something so small aka Jeongin and the sparks in his eyes whenever Jeongin lets out a soft sound.

"Oh my God." Hyunjin whispers and he hears it. There isn't anything soundly in that room aside from their breaths, Jeongin's occasional baby mumbles, and his heart that is very annoying for thumping so loud—maybe he must get this checked. "Oh my God, cupcake. Why is he so cute?"

Maybe he is having this one; maybe he is having this Hyunjin after all.

"Don't breathe in his direction." He ushers Hyunjin to stand up by pulling his arm. "He might wake up." And adds which Hyunjin surprisingly complies to, still having the said eyes trailing on the figure of the infant.