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lvehui · 5 years ago

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this isn't what i meant by family bonding - jeongcheol ft. chan

genre: fluff and slight angst but really it's just panic

word count: 1.8k

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ok i should've been more detailed and through but no. but anyways!! enjoy hahaha

in which seungcheol, jeonghan, and their baby chan go to ikea to do some family bonding. and of course, things go wrong.

Seungcheol loves his family, he really does, but sometimes... just sometimes, he contemplates every choice he's made ever made during his twenty-four years of being alive; especially the one that led to being in Ikea at eleven in the morning, barely awake as he pushes a large metal cart through the household emporium. But Seungcheol manages to refrain from dozing off, mainly because his toddler son, Chan, keeps slapping his face with his tiny baby hands.

That and the fact that he knows Jeonghan will throw a fit if he doesn't participate in their 'family bonding.'

So he listens to Jeonghan's endless, out loud debate with himself about what chairs they should get for their dining room. Seungcheol would be concerned about his husband's behavior if he didn't know him--- but he does know him, so he's gotten used to Jeonghan's nit-picky, overthinking personality.

(And his tendency to do too much.)

"Okay, okay, okay," Jeonghan says as if he's starting a powerpoint presentation to pitch an idea. "Which one says, 'financially stable, but mentally unstable'?" Before Seungcheol knows it, his husband is already dragging a random chair next to the one in front of him. One chair is dark brown while the other chair is light brown. Other than that they look highly similar. "Nordviken or Lerhamn?"

Seungcheol looks at each one, trying to form an opinion that doesn't exist. Finally, he replies, "Um, the one that sounds less German."

"It's Swedish!" Jeonghan overdramatically exclaims, obviously appalled by his husband's lack of knowledge about the cultural origins of the company. "How can you even say that?"

Seungcheol doesn't answer Jeonghan's question and instead replies with, "...I love you?"

"I love you too," Jeonghan says, fondness in his voice, before he adding, "But go choke."

Chan giggles and lightly smacks Seungcheol's right cheek again, legs kicking in the front of the cart. In a giddy tone, he repeats, "Yeah, appa, go choke!"

Jeonghan shoots Seungcheol a glare as if it was his fault for their son saying that, and turns to the boy sitting in the seat in the cart. Instantaneously, he switches to his angelic, paternal side, going all heart-eyes when he sees Chan.

"Channie, don't say that to appa, okay? I'm the only one who can say that," Jeonghan tells his son, who is carefully listening to him, lips cutely pressing together.

"Okay," Chan says, in tiny font voice.

Jeonghan fixes Chan's baby hairs. His four-year-old son sways side to side, his heavy lil' head making him unbalanced, but adorable nonetheless.

"Whose baby are you?" Jeonghan asks Chan, who happily responds, "Appa's!"

This makes Jeonghan squish Chan's soft cheeks more than he already is, a little blush forming upon them. "That's right! You're my baby," Jeonghan says, acting like he hasn't heard his son say this before. He nuzzles their noses together and gives Chan three pecks on the same cheek. "Jeonghannie's baby!"

Seungcheol sighs, but a small smile graces his face. Then, he jokingly remarks, "Hey, you make it sound like you're a single parent."

Jeonghan whips around to acknowledge his husband and gives him a little huff, "I might be if you don't help me pick out some go---" Chan looks at him. "---gosh darn furniture. We can't keep eating and sleeping on the floor forever."

"What? We can't?" Seungcheol responds, cheekily. "I was totally into this camping indoors thing we had going on." A random stuffed animal prop is thrown at Seungcheol's face by Jeonghan, which he barely dodges. "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding," he laughs, before reassuring his husband, "We're going to get the chairs, the bed, and everything else, and then we'll have our dream home and live happily ever after. The end."

His effort at soothing Jeonghan works, or at least, for the most part. "Speaking of beds, honey, it would splendid if you could browse for some while I look at these chairs again."

Seungcheol grins confidently, ready to take on the task. "Alright, no problem. You'll be saying, 'Wow this bed is so nice, I might f---" Chan slaps at his head. "---frick you in it.'" Seungcheol repeats in a small coo, "Frick."

Chan giggles and tries to bite Seungcheol's finger, failing to his utter disappointment. Jeonghan tsks, then begins to take the cart from Seungcheol's hands. "Well, appa, me and Channie will be over here---"

"I'll take Chan," Seungcheol tells Jeonghan. "You're always smothering him and we barely get to hang out. Plus you'll probably be too distracted by him to find the best chair ever, you know?" Seungcheol unbuckles Chan and takes the small boy into his arms. Chan pinches Seungcheol's cheek with his fingers. "So just leave him to me, we'll be fine, and I'll call you when we're done!"

Before Jeonghan can even attempt to argue, Seungcheol gives him a kiss on the cheek, and Chan does the same.

He can't say no to that, can he?

---

Seungcheol doesn't know what happened. One minute, he and Chan were looking at beds, jumping on them, and feeling how utterly soft they were when they laid down against them. The next minute, he was sleeping with Chan on his chest, on one of the king-sized showroom beds, only to be awoken by a concerned employee who awkwardly informs him, "Sir, these beds are only for display..."

Bashfully, Seungcheol apologizes and pulls himself together, away from the heaven he called a mattress. Whew, I must've been tired, the man thought, I really dozed off in the middle of a store.

"Channie, we gotta go, baby," Seungcheol mumbles, rubbing his eyes. Then he yawns. "Appa is going to be wondering why we haven't called him yet." Jeonghan was probably going to gripe about how they were going to miss all of the Swedish meatballs in the cafeteria and Chan would never have the full Ikea experience. Oh, the woe.

"Sir, who are you talking to?" the same employee says, still standing there, creeping the shit out of Seungcheol, who is now confused. "Are you talking to me? Because my name is Mingyu---"

"What?" Seungcheol asks, wondering if he isn't registering this conversation properly. "I'm talking to my son?"

The employee--- Mingyu--- scrunches his eyebrows and double-checks the space around Seungcheol, who is doing the same thing. "Son?"

Seungcheol's eyes go wide with realization when he sees that there's no little boy on the bed, under the bed, or within the bedsheets. (Yes, he really checked.) Quickly, his line of sight shifts from showroom to showroom, none showing signs of a little three-year-old boy.

"My son," Seungcheol says, agape. He can't form sentences because he's too shocked and can't fathom anything right now. "Who isn't here."

Apprehension blooms in Mingyu as he finds himself caught in a very unlucky and serious situation, but tries to calm the storm before it starts. "Sir, I'll call security and have someone announce that there is a missing child---"

Seungcheol shakes his head back and forth, and so do his hands. "No, no, no, please don't announce it. My husband will hear and he will have my ass---"

"Hear what?" a familiar voice asks, "And have your ass? For what reason?"

Jeonghan, who had been finding his way to the bed section, tilts his head with curiosity. Its a shame really, because his face is so soft right now, and Seungcheol doesn't want to be the one to ruin that innocent expression. And he certainly doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but of course, he can't avoid the question. And he also can't lie for shit.

So he looks up, down, left, right, and then all around before mumuring, "...Channie... I can't find him."

Jeonghan laughs, not getting it. "Were you guys playing hide and seek or something?" Seungcheol avoids eye contact with his husband, ashamed of himself, but also scared. "Is he around here?"

Seungcheol opens his mouth, then closes it, and then: "Uhm... not really?"

"What do you mean, 'not really?'"

"Not really... as in... not really, I just uh, fell asleep on one of these beds, which are, um, well, really comfortable and soft enough to make you wanna sleep in it if you're... you know, sleepy, haha, and um, well, when I woke up he was kinda gone..?"

Jeonghan stares at him. There's no emotion on his face, but Seungcheol knows to take a couple of steps back. "Kinda gone?"

"Totally gone," Mingyu adds, earning a smack from Seungcheol, a stranger.

"TOTALLY GONE?!" Jeonghan explodes, causing both Seungcheol and Mingyu to wince. "I left you with our son, OUR son, for like what? Thirty minutes? You couldn't watch him for thirty minutes?"

Seungcheol grabs at his husband's shoulders and tries to calm him down, but is panicking himself. "Hannie, Hannie, I'm sorry, this is my fault---"

"IT IS YOUR FAULT, YOU ASSHOLE---"

"Calling me an asshole won't fix anything---"

"It won't! But it will make me feel a lot better!"

"You guys, please--- OW, WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!"

"YOU'RE IN THE WAY---"

Jeonghan is about to snap when they all hear, "Appa?"

The sound of a familiar tiny voice makes them both turn around, slowly. And when they do, it's their son, all of him, in one piece, even his chubby cheeks and choppy hair (still flicking upwards). With him is another adult, holding his hand, sharp eyes looking from side to side at the mess in front of him. "So, I found... this young man wandering around the downstairs cafeteria."

Chan cheerfully holds up a meatball in his barefist, getting smooshed. With some food in his mouth he says, "Woo Woo got me food!"

Mingyu snickers, "Woo Woo?"

Wonwoo--- it says that on his chest--- refrains from flipping his fellow employee off and instead looks to the parents. "I've been asking everyone if they knew who this boy was, and then I got the message from Mingyu that a boy was missing... and then... well, you guys were obviously upset, so I put two and two together."

Chan lets go of Wonwoo's hand and runs into Seungcheol's arms. Seungcheol easily lifts him into the air and then kisses his face all over, not even noticing the tears of relief and happiness running down his cheeks. "You little rascal... I'm sorry."

Jeonghan joins to the reunion, also crying, but harder. A smile is on his face, though, while he leans into the other two loves of his life. "Stupid... this isn't what I meant by family bonding... Ugh."

All of these tears confuse Chan, who frowns and, with his free hand, wipes at them off their faces. "What's wrong, appa?"

"Nothing," Jeonghan answers, as Seungcheol's head leans against his. "We just love you so much, it hurts!"

Chan kisses both of their cheeks, and a warm feeling covers all of them like a blanket, right in the middle of Ikea.

#lee chan #jeonghan #cheollie #seventeen #jeongcheol

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