Wrote this little number because today (the publication date) is May 4th, which I headcanon to be Tae-young's birthday. Happy birthday Tae-bear 3

Dewdrops sparkled under the gentle sun on a brisk September morning. Perched on the rail of the back porch was a little crow. He squawked at the back door at any sign of movement.

Eventually, the sleepy boys got sick of listening to the screeching when they were trying to sleep, and T went to rustle Tae-young out of bed. "Will you go and shut that friggin' bird up?"

Tae-young grumbled, rubbed his eyes, and hauled himself out of bed. Friggin' guys, always making me get up to handle the bird. How hard is it for one of them to toss them a handful of seeds?

He slid the back door open. "Hey, little fella," he cooed to the crow. The crow quieted down as soon as he saw him. "You're really loud, you know." He opened his hands, and the crow pecked at a fistful of birdseed.

Flap flap. Some of the crow's friends came along to get in on some of the seedy goodness too. "Easy, easy, there's enough for everyone."

Once the crows had all eaten, they hopped off the porch and flew up into the big pine tree, where they always settled. Tae-young picked up some acorns that had fallen onto the porch, and almost on cue, a squirrel scampered by. "Here, squirrel," he crooned to the squirrel, who nuzzled his hand before stuffing the acorns in his mouth.

By then, the Aarons had come downstairs to get some breakfast, and were now watching this adorable animal amalgamation. "You're such a princess," chuckled T.

"What? I can't help it if these furry little guys love me." Tae-young petted the squirrel on his soft little head. A robin then flew by, with a clover in her beak. She perched on Tae-young's shoulder and tucked the clover behind his ear.

"Oh, that's adorable," snorted Z. "Alright, come eat."

That afternoon, as Tae-young finished off putting the dishes away, he heard a faint scratching at the window. There was the squirrel from that morning, trying to get his attention. He slid the door open. "What's wrong, little buddy?"

The squirrel scampered into the woods behind the cabin. Tae-young followed him to a little patch of dirt, where another squirrel was curled up, with a bloody scratch on her tail. "Oh! Hold on, I've got gauze in the house." He went back and retrieved a roll of gauze from inside.

When he came back, he knelt down next to the injured squirrel. When he put a hand down on the ground for balance; he jerked it back up and yelped; he had scratched himself on a rock. Trying to shake it off, he gently wrapped and patted down gauze on the squirrel's tail. "There you go. Better?"

The squirrel stood up, shook her tail, and chittered happily. The two of them hopped onto Tae-young's shoulders and nuzzled his cheeks, before racing back into the woods.

When Tae-young came back into the house, Jesse almost immediately noticed he was pressing his thumb into the palm of his other hand. "What'd you do?"

Tae-young didn't know how Jesse always knew when someone got hurt; he suspected that maybe when someone became a father, they gained a magic instinct that would tell them so. He showed him his hand. "I scratched myself on a rock."

"Let me see it." Jesse sat Tae-young on the couch, and fetched some anti-bacterial wipes and a bandage. Tae-young winced at the wipe; it stung a lot. Jesse stuck down the bandage and gently patted it on. "There we go. Better?"

Tae-young nodded. "Better."

"Alright." Jesse ruffled his hair and got up from the couch. "You're free to go."

Tae-young relaxed his hand now that it was dressed properly. He was happy to have helped the squirrel, and happy that his housemates cared that much about him.