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"Mommy!" Namjoon yelled from the front living room. His pitiful cries followed his words and Jimin knew that he had broken another one of his toys. He managed to break about one of his toys a day and it was always an easy fix, usually popping out an arm on his action figure or popping off a button. He needed to learn how to play with his toys correctly.
"Excuse me," Jimin politely spoke to his oldest son, Seokjin. He was eight years old and learning a harder level of math than the rest of his class and he had misunderstood the lesson today so he had asked Jimin for help. Jimin sat with him in the dining room and helped him with his math. Jimin wasn't particularly skilled in the subject, but it was simple enough for him to remember from his school days.
Jimin struggled a bit to get up with his thirty-four week pregnant belly in the way of everything he did. Seokjin even helped his mother up, making sure he wouldn't fall forward with the size of his belly. After a few sheepish thank yous, Jimin was off towards the living room where he knew the rest of his sons were playing together.
Turning the corner of the dining room that led to the living room, Jimin could see Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung all sitting around each other. Yoongi, six years old, was playing with Taehyung who was only a year and a half old. The two were stacking blocks on top of each other, their foundation a book so the cubes wouldn't topple over as easily. Yoongi guided Taehyung as he tried to add the very last block to the very top, but sadly it didn't end well as Jimin watched the tower lean and ultimately fall to the ground. Taehyung clapped excitedly and grabbed a block to start building again. The only other boys in the room were together. Hoseok was attempting to console a hysterical Namjoon to no avail. Hoseok was trying to jam a leg back into one of Namjoon's Captain America action figures with no success and Namjoon sat there with tears streaming down his face. Oh boy.
"Hoseok, I'll take it," Jimin offered, sticking his hand out for the toy. Hoseok looked up and handed the toy to his mother, looking a bit relieved that his mother was taking over and not him. He didn't have the patience for crying, but he always tried to since he had younger brothers, "Come here, Joonie."
Namjoon toddled up from his sitting position and reached out for Jimin to pick him up. Jimin did so with the action figure tucked under his arm and placed his son on his hip, adjusting a bit since it was becoming uncomfortable to carry his kids like this. Once everything was fit, Jimin turned around and headed towards the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen with Seokjin again, Jimin placed Namjoon on the sink counter and turned on the hot water, "You need to treat your toys just like you treat your brothers. With kindness and love. You don't tear the legs off of your brothers, right?" Jimin asked, placing the toy under the streaming hot water from the sink. It would help mold the plastic better so it would be easier to place the leg back into the socket.
"No, Namjoonie can't," the three year old whimpered, using his fists to rub the tears out of his eyes, "I'm sorry, Mommy," he apologized cutely, sniffling once again. He was such a sweet boy, a bit destructive at times, but overall sweet.
Jimin smiled and cooed, "It's okay, baby. Just no more breaking your toys, okay? I don't know how many more times Captain America can lose his leg," and with one pop, Captain America's leg was attached to his body again and all was good. Namjoon cheered and snatched the toy from Jimin's hand, examining the reattachment of his favorite toy.
In Namjoon's excitement, he hopped up and wrapped his arms around Jimin's neck in a bear hug. Jimin was surprised but hugged his boy back, using his hands to rub at his back softly, "Want to go back and play?" Jimin asked his second youngest son. The boy vigorously nodded his head, starting to jump up and down on the counter and into Jimin's face. The mother laughed and lifted Namjoon before placing him back down on the floor. Once his feet were on the ground, Namjoon sprinted towards the living room to play with his brothers again.
Jimin sighed and waddled back to the kitchen table where Seokjin still sat, finishing up his homework. Jimin sat down next to his eldest and asked, "Still struggling?" looking over his son's work, he saw the finished multiplication tables and equations his son had finished and was on the last problem, scratching down the answer right as Jimin sat down.
"Done!" Seokjin announced, proudly looking up to his mother.
"I'm so proud of you!" Jimin smiled and reached over to hug Seokjin. The oldest Jeon boy leaned into his mother and rested his head on top of Jimin's swollen belly. Jimin used his hand to run through Seokjin's long, dark hair and pressed him closer to his body. He loved his son, just as much as he loved all of his other sons. Seokjin was the cuddliest even as old as he was, but Taehyung liked to fight for that title. Jimin placed a kiss on his hand and then placed the same kiss on Seokjin's cheek. The young boy giggled and did the same for his mother from his spot on Jimin's belly.
"Can I go play now?" Seokjin asked after a while. Jimin could tell that he was going to ask. He had grown antsy since the first time he had decided his mother right then and there.
Jimin chuckled and agreed, "Of course you can go play. I think your brothers miss you," Jimin mused. Seokjin cheered and got up, running to the living room. From Jimin's spot at the kitchen table, he could hear Yoongi and Hoseok cheer once their oldest brother joined them to play.
Along with the cheering, the next Jeon baby to join the family started squirming around inside of Jimin. Jimin grimaced as she kicked his rubs, wedging a foot where it was the most uncomfortable for Jimin.
They were having a girl. Jimin and Jungkook were the only ones who knew that they were having a little girl, keeping it a secret from their sons. From the beginning, they assumed that they were having a little boy with their luck with their other kids. But the day their OBGYN revealed her gender, they were beyond surprised and both Jimin and Jungkook had decided to keep it a surprise for their sons to find out when she was born. All of the boys referred to her as their brother already, and neither Jungkook nor Jimin corrected them.
Once the little girl inside of him stopped trying to abuse him, Jimin got up from his spot on the kitchen chair and headed towards the living room where his kids were playing together. Jimin lowered himself onto the couch and relaxed, the soft cushions feeling much better than the hard dining room table chairs. His body sunk into the couch and provided him a cloud of comfort. This was nice. He closed his eyes to revel in the comfort before he was next needed by one of his kids.
"Mommy," that didn't last very long as a voice entered Jimin's hearing. Jimin opened one eye to see Hoseok standing in front of him. He looked like a kicked puppy and was pouting, holding his own stomach, "I don't feel very good. My tummy hurts."
Jimin pouted with Hoseok and sat up a bit, patting the spot next to him on the couch. Hoseok obeyed and crawled onto the couch, continuing until he was right next to his mother. The five year old boy snuggled under Jimin's arm, resting his legs and feet on Jimin's lap and his head was on Jimin's chest. Jimin used his hand to feel Hoseok's forehead and he noted how the boy felt a little warm to him. Hoseok was always catching something and getting sick, it was just who he was. Most likely because he put his mouth on everything there was around him. He was worse than Taehyung.
Taehyung noticed the amount of attention his older brother was getting so he decided that he wanted some too, toddling over towards his mother and reaching up for Jimin to pick him up. Jimin lifted his youngest son with one hand and plopped him on the side opposite of Hoseok. Jimin wrapped his arm around Taehyung the same way he did Hoseok, but the youngest boy didn't think that was good enough. Taehyung threw Jimin's arm off of him and crawled on top of him, sitting on top of Jimin's belly and placing his head on Jimin's shoulder.
Jimin didn't fight it. Whatever Taehyung wanted, went. He had Hoseok on his left arm and Taehyung on his right. He usually had two kids on him, because if one kid was on him, another was sure to follow. Once his kids settled in his eyes, Jimin closed his eyes and before he knew it, Jimin felt another kid climb onto his lap. Jimin peeked again and Namjoon had crawled onto the remaining space in Jimin's lap and curled into a ball, face against his rotund belly. Next was Yoongi to join in on the dogpile against their mother. Yoongi hopped onto the couch and curled up next to Taehyung, his head barely resting on Jimin's thigh since it was mostly occupied by Namjoon. The last one was Seokjin, who sat on the floor staring up at his mother and wanting to join in on the love. Jimin spoke defeatedly, "Get over here," and Seokjin smiled wide, going to the side Hoseok was on and hugging his little brother, wrapping an arm around him and Jimin's belly.
From Jimin's point of view, he saw tangles of limbs and bodies all over him, but he was used to it. This was how his kids were, and he loved them for that. They showed their love the same way Jimin and Jungkook did to each other, through mostly physical touch. Jimin adjusted a bit so that his legs wouldn't cramp under Namjoon and finally closed his eyes, falling asleep with the rest of his boys.
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"Hello?" Jungkook called through his house. Jungkook checked his watch and noted that nap time wasn't for another half hour, so there was no reason that it should be quiet in the house. Jungkook placed his shoes on the shoe rack and walked into the living room, immediately taking in the sight of his five sons hanging all over Jimin, who looked lost in sleep.
Seokjin looked the most collected in his sleep, keeping to his own space, but next to him was Taehyung. He was drooling a river all over Jimin's sweater collar and looked completely limp against Jimin's chest. Then there was Hoseok who was clinging to Jimin with red cheeks and hair sticking to his forehead. Jungkook guessed he had another ear infection. Yoongi was behind Hoseok, completely isolated from the family group and instead resting his head on the couch's armrest. Namjoon was laying on his stomach, sprawled out on Jimin's lap, one arm draped over Jimin's protruding belly.
It was adorable, Jungkook thought to himself. He had been at work all day and the school had an early release today, so Jimin spent most of his day at home with the boys. Jimin was a stay at home parent since Namjoon and Taehyung were too young to go to school and Taehyung hated babysitters, it was best if Jimin didn't work. Just as well, they were about to have their little girl, so there would be three kids too young to go to school in the house.
Jungkook walked over to his husband, admiring every little detail about him. The younger bent down to place a light kiss on Jimin's forehead, smelling the delight that was Jimin. He smelled like warm vanilla, Jungkook's favorite smell. Even though he only kissed Jimin's forehead, he could still feel how soft the elder was and it was comforting after a full day at work.
Jimin stirred slightly, scaring Jungkook into jumping back five feet. The elder eventually opened his eyes, those wide and warm eyes. Jungkook was so smitten that he momentarily forgot that he could be murdered if he woke Jimin up from his nap.
"Welcome home," Jimin cooed instead of swearing. Jungkook sighed in relief as Jimin continued, "Can you take Taehyung? My arm fell asleep."
"Of course," Jungkook obliged, reaching over to expertly and carefully loosen his youngest son from his mother's arms. Taehyung started to whimper due to the movement, but once placed in the crook of Jungkook's neck, he ceased to whine and instead rubbed his nose into his father's shoulder. He settled back to sleep and Jungkook continued to speak to his husband, "Were they rowdy today?"
"No, it was the usual. A broken toy here and there, homework was done, Yoongi watched over Taehyung, they were amazing today," Jimin praised as he ran his fingers through Namjoon's hair, "I'm getting too pregnant for this though," the indeed pregnant male added as he used the same hand he used in Namjoon's hair to rub his face. There were just too many kids to be pregnant with another. It was easier when there was only Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok. They were the oldest of the bunch and were pretty easy, but then came Namjoon who broke everything and Taehyung who needed a lot of attention and love. Every child had their own trials, but Jimin wouldn't trade it for anything.
"You're such a good mommy," Jungkook stated, running his own fingers through Jimin's soft hair. It was growing a bit long since he was pregnant, and Jungkook liked something a little shorter, "You need a haircut," he added.
Jimin scoffed and knocked Jungkook's hand out of his hair with his own hand. After one brush through his hair though and he agreed. It was getting long and he really did need a haircut.
Taehyung stirred again into Jungkook's neck and he started off towards the toddler's room, "I'm putting Taehyung in his bed, he's out," Jungkook disappeared up the stairs, leaving behind a still stuck Jimin. He was still covered with four other kids, not including the one who was starting to move around inside of him.
Jimin ran a hand over his swollen belly, trying to calm his daughter back to sleep. Just then, Hoseok started whimpering and Jimin knew his break was over. Cause once Hoseok started whimpering, Namjoon was sure to follow. Much louder and much longer.