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Mornings in the Kim-Min household were, to say the least, chaotic.
Both Seokjin’s babies- the three year old and the thirty year old- struggled to get up any time before Seokjin called for breakfast. And even then, both woke at around the same time, and both needed Seokjin first thing in the morning. Seokjin had weathered through various cranky morning tantrums when he failed to be present when one of them woke up, and really- Yoongi, as the older one, could have been a bit more understanding to their son’s needs, but there he was, the living, breathing (and currently sleeping) evidence of Jungkook’s possessive trait.
To avoid further tantrums- I mean, it’s cute seeing his husband and son trying to be grumpy and scrunching their nose at him from their respective blanket cocoon, but mornings have certain time schedules, especially for office staff supposed to report 10 AM sharp- Seokjin thought of the ingenious idea of putting the two beside each other on his bed after he woke up. No problem now if they woke at the same time. He would slowly carry Jungkook from the nursery and lay him beside Yoongi, and the father-son duo would slowly and surely find their way towards each other, cuddling into an adorable burrito wrap.
It worked well for him, until now that is.
He had just finished setting breakfast on the table- English breakfast it is today- when he heard the tell-tale sign of his husband waking up. Quickly placing the jar of orange juice down, he made his way to the bedroom, smiling softly at the sight of his husband groaning and huffing while Jungkook scrunched his nose, both angry at the minuscule daylight filtering through the curtains.
He picked up Jungkook first, peppering his chubby face with kisses, making the munchkin squeal and giggle. Best way to be woken up: Appa’s kisses. After greeting the toddler, he leaned over towards his husband, who was waiting for his share of kisses. But instead of the soft lips of his husband, Jin’s lips met his toddler’s tubby hand.
“Nu,” the baby uttered, angling Jin away from his original route and towards him instead, giving his Appa a big fat smooch.
Well this was new.
Yoongi just gaped at his smaller version- the audacity of your three foot self, young man- as Jungkook stopped Jin once again, splaying his small hand over his husband’s lips, glaring at his Dada.
“Appa mine.” The little devil said, staring at Yoongi defiantly, as if daring his Dada to say otherwise.
“Kookie, Dada needs wakey time kisses too,” Jin tried, slowly prying his son’s hand away, only to have his baby bring up both his hands up to his cheeks, effectively squeezing them.
“Nu!” he started, “Appa mine. Appa po-ppo also mine.”
He said it like it was the Rule of the Universe. Well, for him, it very well might be.
“Wounded by my own son,” Yoongi gasped dramatically, “So this is the way I go then, disowned by my son and denied of po-ppo’s from my husband. Oh, this cruel world!”
At least Yoongi was taking it in sport. Jin will give his share tonight, for sure.
“I’m proud of you Jungkookie. Yoongi hyung doesn’t deserve Jin hyung’s kissies, I agree with you.”
“Da!”
“The things I would do to you, Taehyung, if you weren’t Jin hyung’s brother.” Yoongi was always waiting for his revenge.