Hongjoong's pov

"Joong, get up," Bumjoong Hyung spoke as he shook me awake. I groaned and buried my face deeper in my husband's chest. Seonghwa's chest rumbled a bit as he laughed.

"Sweetheart, get up. Bumjoong wants to spend time with you, and it's already two in the afternoon." Seonghwa rubbed my back sweetly.

"Bummie Hyung, I need sleep," I whined as said man began to pull me to sit up. Once I was sitting, Bumjoong put a few flash drives in my palms. My tired eyes took a minute to register that they're my flash drives with my songs on them.

   "You got my flash drives for me?" I asked softly, my voice having yet to come back to me fully. Bumjoong grinned at me before he also gave me back my wallet.

   "You wanted them to have all this, so I kept them all in my pockets in case Seonghwa came for them. You're, thankfully, still alive, so I figured I should give them back to you directly," Bumjoong said.

   "Thank you, Hyung," I exclaimed as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

   "Can I hear some of your songs?" Bumjoong asked. I smiled softly once we separated.

   "You've already heard and liked all of the published ones, Hyung. I am Mars," I said. Bumjoong's jaw dropped as he stammered to respond.

  "Okay, that's kinda funny. Not only are you the best producer in South Korea, but you're also married to the biggest Mafia? Damn, Joong, you're really making the most of life," Bumjoong laughed. I picked up Seonghwa's phone from the bedside table before I jumped out of bed.

   "Shit, shit, I have to email KQ with the next album for Dreamers in the next thirty minutes!" I scampered to pull on a pair of sweatpants before I raced down the halls to find Yunho.

   "Yunnie! I need your laptop!" I exclaimed, clutching the flash drives tightly. Yunho came out of his room a few doors behind me.

  "What do you need it for?" Yunho asked as I quickly opened his laptop. I paused seeing what was on the screen before I paused the video and opened a new tab. I plugged in the blue flash drive and began to load up the songs into an email.

   "Joong-"

   "I saw nothing. I am simply working, and I'll leave you to the video again in a few minutes," I mumbled, my cheeks warm and crimson in color as I added my work email address as the sender and KQ's email as the receiver. Yunho laughed awkwardly before I sent the email and unplugged my flash drive from his laptop.

   "I'm sorry for interrupting you," I mumbled as I rushed out of his room and shut his door behind myself. I tried to calm myself down as I jogged back to my husband's room.

   "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Seonghwa asked as I flopped face first on his bed. I shook my head and groaned loudly.

   "What happened? Did you get to send the email?" He asked cautiously.

   "I did, but I didn't expect to open Yunho's laptop to find a porno! It's only three in the afternoon!" I whined, my voice muffled a bit by the pillow. Seonghwa laughed once he understood my words.

  "Why are you so embarrassed, baby?" He asked teasingly. He ran his fingers through my hair to comfort me.

  "Yunho and I aren't close enough to know what kind of porn he watches! And I haven't had to watch it in well over four years now!" I exclaimed. When I finally lifted my face from the pillow to look at my husband, he wore a proud smile on his face.

  "So that means I do satisfy you?" Seonghwa teased. I ducked my head back into the pillow and fake cried.

   "You don't need to tease me this early, Hwa!" I swatted his hands away from my butt. He laughed before laying beside me. I huffed and rolled so my back was towards my husband.

   "Okay, sweetheart, I'll stop. Come back," Seonghwa whined and pulled me closer to himself. I laughed lightly feeling my husband latch onto me like a koala. I began to finally calm down from my embarrassment before Yunho stepped into our room.

   "You got a response," Yunho said, his cheeks also flushed deep pink. I sighed and sat back up.

  "They want to do a zoom call? They just need to trust me," I whined as I placed the laptop on my crossed legs.

  "You two need to stay quiet, or leave the room for a few minutes. I have to explain the album concept," I mumbled as I typed a response back to the company. Yunho nodded and left, but Seonghwa stayed by my side.

  "Hwa, no touching or teasing me while I'm on this call. I need to reassure them about my work, and I can't do that if you've got your hands down my pants or your lips on my neck," I said, giving Seonghwa a stern look. He playfully rolled his eyes and held his hands up in mock surrender.

   "Better yet, get off the bed," I warned him. His jaw dropped as I gently pushed him so he would move.

  "Wow, so now you're-"

   "Shh! Let me work," I exclaimed, clicking onto the link and making sure my camera was off. Seonghwa pouted before slumping to the carpet. He continued to sulk for the whole hour I was on the call.

  After reassuring the company and explaining the concept in detail, I hung up the call and closed the laptop.

   Seonghwa stayed sulking on the carpet. His lips were pouty but his eyes were wide as he tried to hide how he really felt. It seemed that he liked how I looked while I was being professional.

  "Just get back up here, now, you big baby," I said, laughing softly as I hooked my hands under his arms. He didn't make it easy on me to pull him back onto the bed, instead giving me his full deadweight to tug on.

   "If you don't help me pull you up, I'll let you fall! I don't have any of my strength anymore!" I exclaimed. Seonghwa's pout turned into a wide smile as he climbed beside me. He kissed my cheek before laying his head on my shoulder.

   "Dork," I said, shaking my head with a small smile.

   "Hey! You love this dork and you know it!" Seonghwa exclaimed.

  "I do, babe. Still, you need to remember I'm not as strong as I used to be. I'm all scrawny now," I mumbled, leaning my head onto his.

  "I'll fix that! Come on, I'm making you food!" Seonghwa claimed, scooping me into his arms like a bride. I laughed softly and let my head fall to the crook of his neck. He kissed my nose and carried me downstairs into the kitchen.

   When we made it through the halls to the kitchen, Bumjoong was stood at the stove, cooking and conversing with Taeyong and Jaehyun. My eyes were wide as I saw my brother cooking again.

   Turning to grab an ingredient, Bumjoong's eyes landed on me in my husband's arms. He smiled widely.

   "Joongie, I'm making Kimchi Stew. You haven't developed any new allergies or anything, have you?" He asked, turning back to the stove.

  "No, I'm fine." I responded, struggling to jump down from my husband's arms. Seonghwa sat me down on my feet before I stood beside my brother.

   "You still remember my favorite foods you made?" I asked, lightly gripping onto the bottom hem of his shirt as I watched him cook.

   "Of course I do! You would always ask me to make either Kimchi Stew or have a barbecue, so it's embedded in my brain, dummy," Bumjoong teased. He scooped some of the soup onto a spoon and held it in front of my mouth to taste test it.

   "Hyung, how do you always make it better than the last time?" I asked. Bumjoong's grin widened as he sat the spoon down.

   "I don't know, Joong," he said.

   "Dude, if I didn't know they were brothers, even I'd be jealous," Taeyong spoke softly, though I could still hear him. I turned towards the leader with a disgusted look on my face.

   "Okay, Tae, ew, what the-"

   "Language, Joong." Bumjoong warned, but also had a disgusted face. I felt the disgust shiver down my spine.

   "Even if Hyung wasn't my older brother, I wouldn't be into him. He's too goody-goody," I said before feeling a flick on my forehead from my brother.

   "You wouldn't be my type, either, you little shit!" Bumjoong exclaimed as I rubbed my now sore and red forehead.

   "I'm not little, anymore, Hyung! I'm twenty-six!"

   "Tell that to your height!"

   "Shut up, asswipe! At least I don't bang my forehead on doorframes!"

   "It was one time! And I was drunk! You can't keep holding that over me!"

  "Just focus on cooking, dummy! You're gonna burn the stew!" I exclaimed. Bumjoong glared at me before continuing to cook. I glared back at him before I walked back to my husband.

   "Beat him up, babe! He hit me!" I whined. Seonghwa laughed but shook his head.

  "Wow, okay, so us two becoming one means nothing?!" I exclaimed. Seonghwa laughed again but lifted my hands to his lips to kiss them.

   "Our marriage means everything to me, baby, but I don't exactly want to die just yet. I'm only twenty-eight! I can't die yet! Not to your brother!" Seonghwa retorted.

   "He's thirty-two! You can take the old man down!"

   "He's an ex soldier! He's probably really skilled!"

   "Yeah, so what?! You've probably shot more real people than he has!"

   "...you've got me there..." Seonghwa mumbled.

   "I see how much I truly mean to you, Hongjoong. You're trying to hire your own husband to kill me!" Bumjoong exclaimed. He sighed but grabbed the pot with potholders and brought it to the kitchen table.

   "How did you manage to cook enough for all thirty-two of us?" Taeyong asked bewilderedly.

   "I got stuck on kitchen duty too many times for taking the heat that Mingi would've." Bumjoong grabbed a load of bowls and silverware to set the table. Taeyong and Jaehyun began to help him.

   As everyone began to file into the dining room, Bumjoong's eyes widened.

   "Another one of my group became a gang member? What did I do wrong?!" Bumjoong was exasperated as he saw Taeil come into the hall.

   "Staff Sergeant Moon, what are you doing here?!"

"Sergeant First class Kim- I can explain-"

"How many of you lot joined gangs?!"

"As far as I know, only Staff Sergeant Song and I did,"

"That's a third of my barrack! What did I do so wrong?!"

I laughed and began to calm my older brother down.

"Bummie Hyung, you know as well as I do people will do as they wish to," I said. Bumjoong sighed and nodded. We all then began to eat and joke around for the night.