“Daddy...” Yeolchan feels light feathery kisses all over his face and smiles to himself at the familiarity of it. “Daddy, wake up. I’m here.” Yeolchan lets out a low chuckle before taking the child in his arms, making the kid shriek in surprise. He lifts him on top of his body, still with his eyes closed. “More kisses or I’ll fall asleep again.” Giggling, Chanhyun complies, leaving him small kisses. “You smell like chocolates, daddy,” Chanhyun cheerfully remarks in between. “You always say that whenever you wake me up,” Yeolchan mumbles, opening an eye. “How long have you been here?” Chanhyun gives him one last kiss on his still closed eye. “Not long. Uncle Jiashuai taught me some Mandarin.” “That, I did,” Jiashuai’s familiar voice says from somewhere across the