Hansung is currently napping while Ahro and Moomyung go about their Sunday. Sunday’s consist of chores: laundry, deep cleaning the kitchen, mopping, bleaching, cleaning the bathroom, and whatever else it is they need to do. Because of those reasons, Hansung is confined to his play area so he doesn’t mess anything up or get into anything he’s not supposed to. The laundry machine is going and Ahro’s washing dishes and the noises are almost putting him to sleep. He opens an eye when she reaches over to him, wiggling her fingers for him to come over to.
“Come here, boy,”
Hansung doesn’t want to get up. His blanket is soft and comfortable and he just wants to lie down. But Ahro asks him to come again more firmly so he sleepily wanders over to her, nudging her hand.
“I’m coming in, okay? Have to grab your blankie,”
Hansung wakes up at that, darting over to the blanket as soon as she grabs it, pulling on it with his teeth. It’s his blanket! She can’t take it!
“Hansung, let go, it’s not play time. Hansung.”
Hansung tries to pull it out of her hands, tugging at it. Ahro has a good grip on the blanket but she’s not going to rip it from him. She tugs on it gingerly.
“Let go. Be a good boy and let go.”
When Hansung lets out a tiny frustrated growl Ahro grabs his stuffed bear and shakes it. “Do you want your bear? Come get your bear!”
Hansung doesn’t want his bear; he wants to keep his blanket. Ahro tries to tickle him under the chin but he stands firm, teeth clenching the blanket. He shakes his head, trying to tear the blanket back from her. She finally sighs and calls for Moomyung.
“Hansung, please, your blanket hasn’t been washed in two weeks it’s going to get gross. You’ll get it back in less than an hour. You can go outside and play with your toys! Just let go,” she pleads, waiting for Moomyung. Hansung glares.
“What’s going on? Tug of war?” Moomyung strolls into the kitchen, spotting the two of them and giving Hansung a quizzical expression.
“He won’t let go of his blanket.”
Moomyung steps into the play area and grips Hansung’s cheeks with his fingers, squishing them. He works his way down to Hansung’s jaw, massaging, putting more and more pressure in hopes that Hansung will open his mouth like he does when he won’t give up his toys during play. But this isn’t playtime. This is his territory and they’re stealing from him.
“Hansung. Open for daddy. You want a treat? Open up.”
“Hansung, we need to wash the blanket and you’ll get it back. I promise. Now let go,”
When Hansung doesn’t budge, Moomyung gives him a sharp smack on the butt. “ Now , puppy,”
Hansung lets his jaw go lax just enough for Ahro to tug the blanket from between his teeth. She dashed off with it and when Hansung goes to chase her, Moomyung grabs a hold of his collar.
“No. Bad boy. Sit.”
Hansung, now distraught over his blanket, sits. Moomyung ruffles his hair and offers him a cracker. He might as well take it.
“Daddy doesn’t like having to be mean but you need to listen when we tell you to do something. Your blanket needs to be washed just like all your other toys.”
Hansung huffs. Moomyung pets him, shaking one of his balls. “You want to play with Daddy? Go outside and play?”
No, he doesn’t. He lies down again and whines, kicking his legs just a little. Moomyung rubs his tummy a bit.
“I know, I know. You’ll get your blanket back soon. I promise.”
Moomyung leaves him with a couple of nose kisses, letting Hansung lick his lips to prove he doesn’t hate his daddy, and shuts the gate after. He lies there for a bit in self pity before he becomes distracted with his stuffed carrot. He hasn’t teethed on it in forever and it’s freshly washed. He goes over to it and picks it up before biting it and swinging it around. He plays with his carrot for a bit before he remembers his blanket is gone and then goes to wait by the gate, shifting his weight excitedly, trying to peer over the top of it. He can’t and stands on his knees for a few seconds before he comes back down. If they see him doing that again he’s going to get in trouble.
“Do you need to go outside? Outside? Potty?” Ahro waits for him to respond. He shakes his head and licks her fingers when she sticks her hand over the gate. “You just want mommy, huh?”
No! He wants his blanket! He snorts before moving away from her hand, moving back and forth in front of the gate, pacing as best as he can in his small space. He picks up his stuffed carrot and hurls it at the gate, watching as it bounces off the grates.
“What are you doing?”
When he does it again, Moomyung hollers his name from across the entire kitchen and Hansung almost west himself in fear. It takes a moment for his heart to start beating again and he makes a run for his cage in case Moomyung is coming to get him.
“He’s just being pushy at this point,” Moomyung tells Ahro. Hansung watches him grab his leash and walks across the kitchen, folding the laundry forgotten. “I’m gonna take him outside for a bit.”
“Let him run around off the leash, he needs it,”
“Mhm.” Moomyung unlatches the gate and reaches inside the cage where Hansung is sitting still. He clips his leash on and gives it a tiny pull. “Come on. Outside. Let’s go.”
Hansung doesn’t move, stubbornly pulling against his leash.
“Hansung, outside. Now.”
Hansung doesn’t want to go outside! He wants his blanket! When Moomyung tugs his leash gently again Hansung huffs and shakes his head Moomyung squats down.
“You’re being a bad boy, Hansung. Come.”
He doesn’t move from his cage. He sees Ahro covering up a snicker but doesn’t pay it any more mind.
“Hansung, if you want your blanket, you have to come outside.”
This is a trick and he knows it. It’s suspicious, so he alternated between sitting and getting up a couple times before he takes it as a threat. If he doesn’t go, then will he get his blanket? He presses his face against the cage and whines.
“Hansung, come. Now.”
Hansung shuffles forward and out of his cage, and Moomyung’s face changes from disapproving to bright in a second. He scratches Hansung’s head and kisses him.
“Thank you. Let’s go. Outside.”
Hansung follows him outside, still not pleased about how his whole day is going. He decides to walk as slowly as he can down the ramp once he’s unleashed and pads his way carefully across the grass. When he snaps at a butterfly, his daddy scolds him and he immediately takes his anger out on the bushes, whacking the little branches around. He cries when one hits him in the face and Moomyung rushes over to check if he’s alright.
“You’re fine, you’re fine—that’s why we don’t do that. Don’t be mean to the plants, they’ve done nothing to you.”
He throws a couple balls for Hansung but he doesn’t chase after them. Hansung just wanders around uninterested and bored, waiting until he can go inside and get his blanket back. Moomyung stands outside with him the entire time. Somewhere along the line he tries to get Hansung to pee but he doesn’t need to right now. He just scampers about from plant to plant and when he sees hello to the bees again Moomyung decides it's time to bring him back inside.
“Did you have fun outside?” Ahro pars his head between laundry loads.
“He tried to make friends with the bees again so I brought him in. He didn’t go either so he’ll probably need to go out again in a bit.”
They let him back into his play pen for a while more and talks mongsf themselves about dinner and about the week they have planned. Hansung waits by the gate still, lying down, stuffed carrot cushioning his head. He drifts off for a few minutes before he hears Ahro calling his name. What does she want now?
“Hansung. Here’s your blanket. Just like we said!”
Hansung waits til she’s at the gate to sit up and once she lies the blanket down, he snatches it and drags it back to where he was originally sleeping an hour ago. She laughs at him when he kneads it, circling a few times before he decides that’s it’s just right and lies down. Finally , he can nap.