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"Boo!"
Namjoon jumped nearly a foot into the air as a laughing Yoongi snaked arms around his shoulders. "You're so jumpy," Yoongi said as he joined his husband on the park bench.
"Screw you." Namjoon playfully pushed Yoongi away. "You're annoying, go away."
"Ah!" Yoongi placed his hand on his heart, "You wound me."
"Good. At least I know I'm doing my jo-" Namjoon cut himself off with a groan as an unexpected wave of pain washed over him. "Fuck."
Yoongi's face paled as he pulled away to look Namjoon over. "Baby, baby what happened? What's wrong?" Yoongi had always been prone to panicking, especially when it came to those he loved. He remembered how his mother would tease him before she died. 'Yoonie, you worry so much, you'll go gray before I do!”
"I'm fine, I just get really bad stomachaches sometimes because of the baby." Namjoon pulled Yoongi back to him and rested his head on his shoulder. "It'll pass."
Yoongi sighed in relief, wrapping his arm around Namjoon to run fingers through his hair, "Don't scare me like that."
A comfortable silence settled over the two until Jimin came running back. "Daddy, look! I caught a ladybug!" The child wiggled his way between his parents. "Can I eat it?" He asked as he looked between his parents.
Namjoon laughed, "No baby, you can't eat it. Why don't you let it go back to its family?"
Jimin pouted, "But why?"
Yoongi took his opportunity to jump in, "Well, what if someone caught you and wouldn't let you come home."
"I'd be sad because I'd miss you and Daddy and TaeTae and Jungkookie." Jimin said, eyes widened to saucers.
"Why don't you go set it free and tell your brothers that your Papa is here?"
Jimin hopped off the bench with newfound purpose, running as fast as his chubby toddler legs could carry him. Namjoon turned to Yoongi, "He's a tiny person." Yoongi rolled his eyes, "That's kinda how kids work, babe."
"Papa!"
Yoongi smiled. You just knew when Taehyung was coming. As soon as the toddler stepped foot anywhere, he all but shreiked his presence. Yoongi always find how different his kids were to be interesting, from bold Taehyung, to shy Jimin, to indifferent Jungkook.
Taehyung climbed into his Yoongi's lap, Jimin opting to curl up into Yoongi's side. Namjoon almost cooed, but then began to frantically look around, "Where's Jungkook?"
"I told Kookie that Papa was here but he didn't want to leave the sand box."
"I'll get him," Namjoon groaned. He walked over to the sandbox, and just like Jimin said, there was Jungkook building a sandcastle (more like a collasping sand lump, but who was Namjoon to judge). "Kookie, don't you want to see Papa?" He scooped Jungkook up and held him close.
"Sand."
Namjoon walked them back to their bench and set Jungkook down to go through the baby bag to find tissue for Jungkook's runny nose. "We can come back another day honey. It's getting cold and I don't want anyone getting sick. Blow."
Jungkook did as he was told, blowing his nose into Namjoon's offered tissue. Once finished, Jungkook pulled back and climbed off the bench. "Home."
"I think that our Jungkookie will grow up to be a man of few words," observed Yoongi. Namjoon laughed as he pried away the twins and set them down, "I think you're right."
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"I miss rapping."
Namjoon looked up from his laundry. They were all in the living room, the twins coloring (scribbling), and Jungkook was curled into his side playing with his Ironman figure.
He placed a stack neatly into the basket and slid it onto the floor to give Yoongi his full attention. "Where did that come from?"
Yoongi reached for Namjoon's hand, softly rubbing his thumb over Namjoon's wrist. "Its just been on my mind recently, you know? Music meant so much to me, especially growing up. It was my escape, my reason for living, my art." Yoongi turned to look at Taehyung and Jimin as they debated using red or blue. "Now it's gone."
"Yoongi I-"
"But I'm happy. Happier than I've been in a long time. I don't regret anything that happened, and being here in this moment trumps any composition I've ever made." He turned back to Namjoon, releasing his hand and tangling it in the back of Namjoon's hair. "I love you, I love us, I love this, and it was eating a hole through me- I just had to tell you."
"Yoongi..." Namjoon felt tears run down his cheeks. He knew about Yoongi's childhood, how his mother died when Yoongi was 10, leaving him with his depressed alcoholic father.
Yoongi pulled Namjoon in for a hug, "I love you."
Jungkook crawled from Namjoon's side to nest in the middle. Namjoon wiped his eyes and laughed, "Aw, does my Jungkookie want cuddles?"
"Daddy! I want cuddles!" Jimin threw down his crayons and struggled onto the couch to join the hug, Taehyung hot on his heels, "Don't forget me!"
"Me either!" Yoongi curled up by Taehyung. "We're almost too big for the couch."
"Pretty soon we'll really be too big for the couch," laughed Namjoon as he rubbed his stomach.
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"Hey Joon, ah! Hoseok!"
Namjoon switched his phone to his right ear as he began cutting the potatoes, "Hey hyung, I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner?"
"Um, I don't really- right there! Right there! Hoseokkie, please!"
"Oh my God, hyung! What the fu-" Namjoon looked over at Jimin who was sitting on the countertop 'helping'. "Fudge. You're seriously doing that and decided to take a phone call?" Namjoon could hear what Hoseok was saying, and had never felt more embarrassed in his life.
"Sorry, Namjoonie. You know I'm not shy, Hoseok I need you! I can't take it anymore!"
Namjoon chose that moment to hang up. He needed new friends.
"Daddy, are Uncle Jin and Uncle Hobi coming over?"
Namjoon swiftly scraped the cut potatoes off the cutting board and into the waiting, boiling water. "I'm not sure honey, they're a little busy right now."
Jimin let the information sink in, "Daddy, what were those noises from the phone?"
Namjoon nearly dropped the chicken, "Pardon?"
"Those noises. Were they in pain?"
Namjoon loved his kids. Really, he did. And then sometimes he could choke his kids. Lovingly, of course. But then there were moments when he wanted to leave his kids and let the Earth swallow him whole. Today it was the latter. Namjoon took a breath to compose himself and turned to answer Jimin's question, "Uncle Hobi and Uncle Jin were playing a game, they'll be okay."
"Oh." Jimin took a sip from his sippy cup, "What're we having for dinner?"
Namjoon began to mash the potatoes. "Orange chicken, mashed potatoes, and broccoli."
Jimin wrinkled his nose at the prospect of broccoli, "Do I have to eat broccoli?"
"Yes, and if you do, you'll get desert."
"Okay."
Namjoon could've cried tears of joy. Again. 'Thank you, my beautiful, amazing son, thank you for not asking anymore questions.'
He finished up cooking with the occasional comment from his "helper" and was placing everything on the table when he got a call from Seokjin.
"What."
"Open your door, we've been knocking for like five minutes," Seokjin said before he hung up.
"Down we go ChimChim, why don't you go tell everyone dinner's ready?" He swung Jimin around once before placing him on the floor. While Jimin busied himself, Namjoon got the door.
"Joonie!" Seokjin ran in and threw himself at his best friend, "I missed you!"
Hoseok stepped inside and closed the door, "Babe, you literally saw him yesterday when he came over to help organize your closet."
Seokjin pouted. "That's a long time, screw you."
Namjoon groaned, pushing Seokjin away to adjust his shirt, "Never say screw in front of me again. That was awful." Namjoon was happy that at least Hoseok had enough decency to look guilty.
"Sorry Joon. But hey! You look so cute with your little baby bump!"
"Hyung!" Namjoon felt his face flush, "Don't change the subject when I'm judging you!"
"What happened, why are we judging Seokjin?" asked Yoongi as he came in holding Jungkook with a toddler on each leg. "Boys, say hi."
Taehyung unwrapped himself from Yoongi's leg only to rewrap himself around Hoseok's."Hi."
Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. "And once again, my suffering is forgotten." Seokjin brought him in for another hug, "Of course, that's what friends are for. We're here to ignore each other in favor of cute kids."
"It's okay Joonie, I still think you're cute," cooed Yoongi.
"Thanks honey."
"Ew!" screamed Taehyung. "Gross!"
"Yeah, ew!" joined Jimin.
Hoseok reached down and picked Taehyung up, "Your parents are totally gross." Seokjin snickered, "Absolutely disgusting."
"You know what? I'm only feeding Yoongi and Jungkook, the rest of you can catch these hands that slaved in the kitchen trying to feed your ungrateful selves." Namjoon sulkily went into the kitchen grumbling under his breath.
"Wow," whistled Hoseok.
Yoongi laughed, "You're next when you and Seokjin have kids, the hormones are crazy."
"Papa, eat."
Jungkook always had a knack for effectively communicating his needs. "Eat indeed Jungkook, let's go."
So they all went into the kitchen to eat (even if Namjoon still low-key wanted to choke Seokjin.)