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"Son, can you get the sharpener from my room?" Nikhil cried out, as he was sitting at his desk. He was working on a design for the car company he worked on when the pencil snapped.

Viktor was in the living room, looking at his Instagram when he turned to where his dad was calling and groaned. He stood up, wearing only his striped sweater and black gym shorts. Putting on his slippers, because it was a cold February day, Viktor trudged to his father's study and leaned his back on the door side.

"Why can't you get it, dad?" he asked, almost like a whiny child.

With a very deadpan look on his face, Nikhil turned his wheeled chair around and showed himself to Viktor.

"Oh my—!" Viktor cried out, covering his face. Nikhil was clearly not wearing any pants, just his white tee and white boxers, which oddly had hairs coming through—

"Underpants, dad? Seriously?" he complained, turning away from his father. Viktor rubbed his eyes, telling him as Nikhil had an odd smile on his face. "You know how mom gets when you're in your underpants!"

"Mama ain't here right now, Viktor, so go get father's sharpener quick!" Nikhil said in a sing-song tone, kicking his feet in the air.

Viktor groaned, "Fine." turning away from his father.

The next day.

Nikhil let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms out as he was donning on his favorite light blue suit jacket. He placed a plastic bag filled with various pencils and erasers for his designs, when he called out, "Viktor, I'm back from work."

Nikhil was about to go to the fridge for a beer when he heard some shuffling and laughter in the living room. Curious as to what the hell was going on, Nikhil turned and his mouth dropped harder than an anvil could stop Wile E. Coyote.

Just where the coffee table was, there was a dark blue blanket on the floor with what looked like to be Viktor laughing as he was crouched over something. Or rather some chubby kid with a pair of glasses.

For the oddest reason, Viktor had his black jeans opened as he had his dark pastel blue sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The kid that was under him was smiling like a madman, until Nikhil cried out, "VIKTOR!"

Viktor gasped loudly, recoiling away from Yuuri, but he fell on his bottom.

"Oof," he went, waving his arms around.

Yuuri turned to Viktor, asking him what was wrong when he saw Viktor's father, screaming.

Viktor had six lines of stress on his face, stuttering, "D-D-Dad!" as his face was blushing.

Yuuri was shivering in the corner, rubbing his arms as he feared to meet the wrath of his boyfriend's father. He whimpered, covering his face out of embarrassment.

Viktor waved his hands around, trying to explain to his father what was happening. "Dad, Yuuri and I were just trying to work on some exercising when—

Nikhil had a shocked look on his face, his fingers twitching under his arms. That was when Vas came in, holding onto her purse as she had a grocery bag in her right arm. She looked just as shocked as her husband, eye twitching.

Viktor cried out, not ready for the worse. Yuuri burst into tears, curling into a ball.

Vas's eyebrow twitched, looking right at her son. She stomped her left foot, demanding, "You couldn't at least done it in your car, son?!" It could've saved her the trouble of having to wash up that blanket her great aunt made for her.

"Please DON'T tell my parents!" Yuuri cried, standing up quickly and running out of the apartment.

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