“What’s the fucking point then?! I did what I needed to do so I don’t even know why you’re mad.” His temper was simmering before but Hanbin’s accusations makes it boil over completely.
Hanbin just glares at him, chest heaving in what he knows is barely contained silent-venomous-rage.
It’s ridiculous of course; there was an emergency at Bee Bee’s school and they both got the text at the same time (officially, he’s written down as an Emergency Back Up Adult). He knew Hanbin had a meeting that day so he went to pick their daughter up in his GTR because well, it’s faster.
There were a few questions, probably because Bee Bee had screamed ‘Daddy!’ when he walked through the gates. Hanbin’s pissed about that, he knows. And yeah, so they haven’t really prepared for the whole ‘Oh yeah, we’re together and have a kid’ rumour yet. Screw it. He doesn’t regret going. Are people really going to question that when a primary school has to be evacuated because of a fire?
“Yes!” Hanbin hisses and stares at him like he’s the most naive idiot on the planet.
They’re trying to have the world’s quietest argument because their daughter is watching Pokemon in the living room. It’s not really working.
“Who cares!” He sighs in exasperation. “It was an emergency situation! I’ll get BeatBox to put out a statement that I did you a favour. It’ll blow over, like all the other rumours.”
And then, Hanbin actually makes one of those growling grumbles. He’s heard that a few times over the years, it rarely leads to anywhere good. Not in this context anyway.
“It’s like you don’t even care that people are going to come for us.”
Hanbin always fights dirty.
But he can too.
“People gotta know sooner or later. She can talk now. You want her to call me by my first name?”
Something about that cools the fire in Hanbin’s eyes, causing him to lean back against the wall behind him and sigh in resignation.
“Fine! Whatever. Tell the whole fucking world then! Everyone’s gonna know and we’ll never get a moment’s peace.”
Their bedroom door slams and then he’s surrounded by all this unsettling quiet. It’s somehow even worse than actually arguing with each other. Maybe because he knows Hanbin’s mad but not really mad. Dispatch have been hounding them for more than a year. They’ve both barely been able to restrain themselves from punching the spies in the face but well, doing that would kind of be an answer in itself.
He’s got more male fans than female ones at this point and most of them aren’t the type to read trashy gossip blogs. He’d heard about some fansites shutting down last year, when the first rumours started. Hanbin got even more paranoid after that but he himself? Well, he kind of got more reckless. Something inside him just wanting to push things as far as they’d go.
And honestly, fuck it. He’s got an international tour coming up. Rumours aren’t really a priority right now. He’s got bigger problems than some kid being offended by his lifestyle choices.
But.
He’s not a complete moron.
When someone in his family is unhappy, they’re all unhappy.
Hanbin is sitting on the floor with Bee Bee in his lap, on the TV Eevee is being chased by some crazy dog.
Huh, he snorts to himself, what a metaphor.
“What’s going on with Eevee?” He asks as he sits on the floor next to them both. Hanbin bristles slightly but doesn’t move away when their knees nudge each other.
“Eevee stole the dog food!”
“Well, that’s not a very good Pokemon then is it?” He replies.
“Eevee is the bestest Pokemon daddy!”
He gasps in mock surprise. “You always stick up for the naughty ones.”
And it really doesn’t take much to rile up their daughter and her sense of justice, however misplaced. She’s climbed off Hanbin’s lap and he thinks she’s actually stamping her feet on the carpet and wearing a scowl that’s all too familiar. In fact, he’s pretty sure he saw one identical to it 5 minutes ago.
“Eevee’s NOT naughty!”
Hanbin snorts next to him, finally unable to sit this one out. “Come on, Peanut. Sit down and tell your dad exactly how wrong he is.”
