I Offered Your House

The baby pinkette was huffing and squeezing the other man so tight, Wen Dong looked like he was suffocating. Suu Jin reached out to grab a hold of his cousin and stared into the frowning face. He glanced up at Wen Dong who was losing blood to his face, before returning to stare at the young boy.

“You are harsh in your words, Biao di, but they are true. He was teasing, Ah Ping. Hug him any tighter and we would need to have the doctors check him.”

Ping blinked wide eyed and looked at his dear friend. Letting the man go quickly, he grabbed his own shirt, so he wasn’t hurting Wen Dong. He didn’t mean to! He loved his friend.

“You,” Wen Dong caught his breath, “How can a small thing like you be so damn strong? Damn…”

“Ah Dong,” Ping hung his head and sniffled, “Sorry I hurt you. I don’t mean to.”

Wen Dong breathed out a smile and pulled the pinkette to him. Placing a kiss on the top of the boy’s head, he looked over at the idol prince to see emerald eyes staring at the boy.