Junmyeon had often pride himself for being able to work in various conditions.

For instance, there was this one time when Yifan was working overtime and he had taken care of Chanyeol and Baekhyun, who were barely one, and Yixing who was a little over two, while tackling the chores around the house, one-single handedly as he ran to and fro to tend to the piercing wails of the children and the stubborn stains on the kitchen tiles. 

And there was this other time, when he had wrote two full reports during an especially loud session of play-time, typing and organising data of the company's financial situation through war cries and resounding thuds of toys hitting the floor, only getting up once to care for Kyungsoo who had unfortunately suffered the effects of Chanyeol's powers. 

But somehow, the continual babble coming from the toddler sitting by the kitchen island was starting to grate on his nerves. 

"T.A.O!!!" 

Junmyeon grips the knife in his hand tighter as Zitao giggles, thumping his fists on the table.

It all started when Baekhyun returned from kindergarten yesterday, excited and exhilarated to have learnt about the alphabets and a little on how to spell. Apparently, the kid had been so hyped up about forming words that he had asked his teacher on how to spell his brothers' names. He had then took it upon himself to teach Zitao on how to spell his name, in which the toddler had been reciting it since the day before. 

Don't get Junmyeon wrong though; it was endearing to see his sons play and learn together and it was cute to see Zitao chant his name repeatedly but the charm was wearing off and it was starting to annoy him. 

"T.A.O!!" 

His eyes twitches. 

Just then, Junmyeon hears the familiar tinkle of keys and he takes in a sharp breath, throwing the knife on the chopping board. 

He gathers Zitao in his arms with a ecstatic glee from the infant, and grabs Zitao's coat and shoes before pushing the child into the arms of an unsuspecting Yifan. 

"Take him out to play and don't return till dinner time." Junmyeon then shoves the taller out of the door and leans against the timber, a confused muffle sounds from the other end of the doorway.

Serenity fills the room and he smiles.

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A/N: BECAUSE ZITAO'S ALBUM IS SO GOOOODD <333 I actually thought of this while I was showering and what can I say, great ideas come from the magical space called the bathroom. xD Hope you guys liked this one, thank you for all the previous comments, I read every one of them and I'll definitely try to reply to every one of them :) <3 xx
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