( ↷ hunger games... ten years later┊♕` kim jongin and do kyungsoo. )

( ↷ hunger games... ten years later┊♕` kim jongin and do kyungsoo. )

kyungsoo smiled in appreciation at his husband, as their feet crunched on the crisp white snow. "you'll love having children, they're such angels," he claimed, as jongin sighed. "we're here!" the taller opened the door for the shorter, and they both walked in. immediately greeted by giggles, screeching, and whining, jongin nearly turned back.

"oh god no, this is-" before he could walk out the door, kyungsoo stopped him, eyes like a whole moon once again, innocently pouting. "oh jesus, kim kyungsoo." the raven haired man spoke. the older didn't speak at all, only heading for the reception desk, leaving jongin to walk around by himself. "dear lord.... so tiny and.... ugh, squishy. not even worthy opponents. the girls are probably better then them." he looked at the kids with slight annoyance in his eyes. the kids looked up at him with innocent eyes. 

"they're adorable, yeobo!" kyungsoo cooed, staring at the cute children.

"they look like tiny little brats," jongin scowled, looking at a particular child who looked like a combination of himself and kyungsoo. his husband seemed to have read his mind.

"he looks just like what our son would look like." kyungsoo laughed, picking up the child. "what's your name, little boy?" he questioned, looking at the boy. at that moment, the old granny caretaker came in.

"poor boy lost his memory in an accident after his twelve year old sister got reaped. long story. in short, we named him jaesoo." the old lady smiled warmly, ruffling the kid's hair. 

"... we have time for his story. what do you think about jaesoo, yeobo? he's adorable, and he looks like our own real son." the shorter chuckled as jaesoo stretched his arm outwards towards jongin. the taller merely cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "kim jonginnnnnn!" kyungsoo whined, as he held jaesoo.

"..... fine." with that, it was decided. from that day on, jaesoo was no longer a jung -- but a kim.

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he was still crying. whining. screeching. sobbing his off. "dear lord, kim do kyungsoo, get your over here!" jongin yelled, patting, or more likely, lightly slapping, the little boy. just lightly. to get him to stop crying, like a best friend would do. 

"kim jongin, that is not how you speak to m- that it not how you comfort a toddler!" kyungsoo screeched, immediately taking jaesoo away from jongin. 

"i wasn't slapping him! i was lightly slapping him to - okay, you can't possibly expect me to learn how to comfort a small boy after a year since you're the one always doing it. i don't stop people from crying. more likely, i make them cry." jongin shrugged with a careless and y smirk. 

"oh jesus, kim jongin!" the older (but shorter) scolded as he patted jaesoo's head. jaesoo had stopped crying the moment his more motherly figure of a father had come down. 

"that kid hates me," jongin pouted, a facial expression that only came on his face with his beloved. jongin's actions weren't supposed to be mistaken. he loved the kid. but hey, being the vicious victor of four, and being in a load of games affected a man. and while kyungsoo did grow a bit harder, he was quite the softie at first. jongin? no, he was a different story. he was hard straight from the beginning. "tonight, can we leave jaesoo to qian and soojung? or maybe chanyeol. please yeobo?" jongin grinned, an idea forming in  his head.

tonight, oh tonight, would be kaisoo time. just he and his lover.

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( ↷ attention peasants┊♕` femme fatale is speaking. )
all i'm really saying here is .
no, begging  for here is, my life.
appa, jessica, don't kill me .
i don't even- i don't even know okay.
i love you guys <3 
if you want .
i'll make a seperate chankai and a seperate krisoo <3