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Younghoon awoke in Yeoeun's room and saw that she had missed the bucket. "Shit..." He pushed himself up and slowly made his way to the supply closet for a mop and another bucket. He yawned as he mopped the floor then jumped when he heard a ringtone go off. "Who, what..." He soon recognized it as his phone and hurried to answer it. "Hello?" "Is everything okay?" "Yeah. Why do you ask?" "I heard Yeoeun wasn't well..." "How did you know?" "Jaehyun told me." Younghoon yawned away from his phone then tucked it back underneath.

Younghoon lazily cooked as he wanted to get some sleep. "Daddy..." Younghoon whipped his head around and saw Yeoeun walking over to him. "Yeoeun, sweetheart, please stay in bed..." He took her hand and led her back to bed. "Daddy will take care of you, so just lie down and relax." She nodded in understanding and got back underneath the covers. The doorbell rang and he went over to answer it. "Changmin...I thought you were joking." "Not at all. What's that smell?" Horror was present in Younghoon's face as he remembered.

"Great..." "Let me take over. You look like you haven't slept a wink." "You're a guest. I couldn't possibly make you cook." "For today, I am no longer a guest. Whatever needs to be done, I'll do it." Younghoon let a smile creep onto his face as he watched Changmin cook. "Thank you for existing..." "Huh? Oh!" Changmin found himself holding a sleeping Younghoon. He hurriedly lied him down on the couch then went back to cooking. He felt terrible about Yeoeun's situation, but was glad it gave him an opportunity to see Younghoon and her as well.

Changmin stroked Younghoon's hair as he briefly watched him sleep. "Mr. Ji, do you like my daddy too?" Changmin looked back and saw Yeoeun watching him from a distance. He stood up from his squatted position then walked over to her. "How are you feeling?" "Better..." "Why don't you rest a bit more okay?" "Can I see my daddy?" "Of course." She looked down at Younghoon then poked his cheek. "Is he sleeping?" "Mhmm. He was busy making sure you were safe and healthy."

She looked up at Changmin with sad eyes. "It's my fault?" "N-No..." He could see tears forming in her eyes and wondered what would convince her otherwise. "Daddy would be sad if he woke up and saw that you were crying." "I don't want daddy to be sad." "Then let's be a big girl and and show him that you're strong." She nodded then briefly hugged Younghoon before heading back to her room. "He has a good one...She's going to be great."

Younghoon slowly opened his eyes then looked to his side. "He's sleep..." Younghoon patted his head then was surprised to see him stir. "You're awake..." "And you are too." They stared at each other for a bit then Changmin looked away. "Is there anything else you need done?" "Well, I planned to do laundry later this week since I'm so busy...And then I have to get her packed for a family visit in 3 days. Then there's cleaning the house-" "I'll do it." "Changmin-" Changmin has already gotten up and started working.

Younghoon dusted atop a shelf then coughed as dusted floated down. "Be careful." "Thanks for the delayed heads up." Changmin laughed then stopped as he was hit with a feather duster. He sneezed then turned to glare at Younghoon. "Hey!" He grabbed one of the throw pillows and missed Younghoon while hitting the wall instead. It eventually turned into a pillow fight and ended with Changmin on top of Younghoon poised to hit him. He paused as he stared down into Younghoon's sparkling dark eyes that were full of happiness and love.

"Do you worst." Changmin lowered the pillow then put his arms on both sides. "Changmin?" "Huh?" Younghoon could feel his heart hammering in his chest. A part of him wished he stayed quiet, but he knew Yeoeun could wake up and witness whatever could happen afterwards. "Sorry..." Changmin lightly hit him with the pillow while frowning. Younghoon sat up then searched Changmin's face. "What's wrong? Did I say something bad?" "No..." Changmin scooted back then stood up. "I'll take my leave now."

"Wait..." Younghoon stood up then held Changmin by his shoulders. "Really...what's wrong?" He searched his face again for a reason why, but couldn't find one. "It's nothing..." Changmin moved his hands back to his side then gathered his things. "I already did laundry and packed her things. I didn't get to do much of the place..." Younghoon watched Changmin put on his shoes and left out the front door.