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Hoseok looks up from the laptop on his lap to the bundle on the bed which is Seokjin, his husband, and Jungkook, their only son. He smiles. Fond. A moment ago they were so loud, laughing and giggling and bantering. It was a nice background for Hoseok’s work—a tether to keep him connected to his family even though he was chest-deep in tasks and obligations. The sound petered out a while ago. Now they are both sleeping soundly, leaving the room quiet but not lonely. Jungkook looks so peaceful, pressing his face to his dad’s chest, while Seokjin looks rather tired, looping one protective arm around Jungkook’s waist.
It’s a wonder, really. A blessing. For each day passing, Hoseok gets more and more grateful for the fact that Jungkook is still this close to them. His age keeps adding and so does Hoseok’s fear of losing his son to puberty and teenage angst, but Jungkook has never pushed them too far. The boy still clings to them like when he was five. He still laughs at Seokjin’s antiques and Hoseok’s random voices. He still looks at them with his big round eyes. He still bugs them both for ice cream. He still sneaks into their bed and sleeps there some times.
It all, Hoseok thinks, is thanks to Seokjin. Seokjin, who never hesitates to ditch his title of a parent and stands on the same ground as Jungkook. Seokjin, who to Jungkook is a friend that he can trust as well as a parent that he looks up to. Seokjin, who loves in such a carefree way, never one to overwhelm the timid little Jungkook. Seokjin, who is capable to have a level argument with Jungkook because he’s never mad when Jungkook talks back to him, but he stands by his words and opinions. Seokjin, who Hoseok really, really loves.
Hoseok is lucky to have them both. They are Hoseok’s world. They are Hoseok’s world and Hoseok would do absolutely anything for them.
As if he could feel Hoseok’s stare on his skin, Seokjin stirs. His eyes open to a slit and he looks at Jungkook then at Hoseok. “What time is this?”
Hoseok glances to the corner of his device. “Shit, 5 PM,” he breathes out, hasn’t been realizing that so much time has passed. “He’s going to have a hard time sleeping again tonight,” he says to Seokjin, eyeing their sleeping son. Fondness is very much still flooding his heart and it slightly pains him that they need to wake the boy up.
“Aish,” Seokjin breathes through his teeth. He sits up, pulls a pillow from under Jungkook’s head, and starts to hit his son with it. “Wake up, you little rascal.”
Hoseok chuckles. Seokjin has the most endearing bed hair and his eyes are still slightly puffy from the sleep. The hits he sends to their son are sporadic and comical. The pout forming on his lips makes him look years younger.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch, Hoseok-ssi?” Seokjin complains, throwing mock threats through his eyes. He resumes his hitting with more fervent while nagging Jungkook out loud, “Yah! Kim Jungkook! Jung Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook! Whatever Jungkook!”
Hoseok laughs. Another thing that he’s grateful for: they’re able to joke with Jungkook about the adoption. Seokjin has been adamant that they should be as open as possible about it because it’s a fact, not a sin. They shouldn’t be ashamed. They shouldn’t hide from it. It’s a fact that makes them who they are today, so why get so hush hush about it?
Jungkook starts to wake. His brows furrow and he mumbles something indecipherable. He loops his arms around Seokjin’s waist and pulls himself until his face is buried to Seokjin’s side. Seokjin yelps and hits him a thousand times per minute. The teenager is very much undisturbed.
“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok warns, “You’re going to regret it later.”
“Hm,” Jungkook just hums.
“So wake up, you little brat!” Seokjin nags again. “Look, Mr. Jung, he definitely gets this brattiness from you.”
“Definitely from you, Mr. Kim,” Jungkook mumbles while snuggling closer to Seokjin.
“Yah!” Seokjin flicks Jungkook’s forehead.
Jungkook, who most definitely does not feel anything out of the flick, dramatically covers the impacted area with both of his hands and whines, “Daaaaad! Look at what he did to meeee!”
Hoseok laughs.
“You should have known better, young man,” Seokjin says while flicking Jungkook’s forehead again, “Your dad will always be on my side.” Seokjin turns to look at Hoseok, batting his eyelashes, “Right, husband?”
Hoseok laughs some more. “Come on, Kookie. Get up, bun.”
“Oh my God!” Jungkook exclaims dramatically. “This is bullying.”
“What did you say?” Seokjin gasps, matching his son’s level of drama. He starts to jab his fingers to Jungkook’s sides. “Now, this is bullying.”
Jungkook yelps and curls and laughs. He rolls over to protect himself from his father’s tickle attack but Seokjin is relentless. In the process, Jungkook pulls Seokjin with him so both of them are back to lying on the bed. The boy holds Seokjin close, limiting the older’s movement in the trap of his growing limbs.
“Hey, hey, now both of you are making me feel left out,” Hoseok pouts.
“Then join us!” Jungkook says.
“No!” Seokjin releases himself from Jungkook’s grip and sits up. His face is red from all the movements and he looks tousled. “You need to wake up or else you’d knock on our door at shit AM again. Come on, get up!”
“What’s wrong with me wanting to sleep with my dads?” Jungkook retorts with a mock sad face.
“How are your dads going to do the do if you keep sleeping between us?” Seokjin unashamedly counters.
“Ew! Gross!” Jungkook makes a face while Hoseok laughs harder. He sighs, signaling his defeat. He gets up and stretches a bit. “Alright, alright. I’m gonna wash up then.” He walks to Hoseok’s armchair and kisses his dad on the forehead.
“Me?” Seokjin demands with a scandalous tone, “What about me? I work so hard to wake you up and you just leave me unkissed?”
Jungkook sticks out his tongue at Seokjin. “No kisses for bullies.”
Seokjin whines loudly and drops his body to the bed. “Oh God, I carried him on my back for fifteen years straight, and look at how he treats me.”
“Go give him his kisses before he recites a whole poem of despair, bun,” Hoseok pushes his son while laughing.
Jungkook sighs. “Why do you even love him, Dad?” he says while putting a show on dragging his feet back to the bed. He acts like he hates it but once he gets to Seokjin, he peppers his old man with kisses. On the forehead. On the cheeks. On the top of the head. Everywhere. Then, after Seokjin’s smile tells him that he has given his father a sufficient amount of kisses, he gets up and leaves the room. “Love you, Dads!” he shouts while closing the door behind him.
The room simmers down to a nice quiet afternoon after Jungkook leaves them. Hoseok is still in his armchair and Seokjin is still in the bed.
After a few minutes passed, Seokjin asks, “Yeah, why do you even love me, Hoseok-ah?”
Hoseok could answer that with a million and one different things. He could list the reasons through the night and it would still be not done by the morning. He could fill volumes of books with all the traits and qualities that make him fall in love with Seokjin. He doesn’t start doing any of that, though. Instead, he just shrugs and says, “Beats me.”
Seokjin laughs and Hoseok smirks. Hoseok puts his laptop away and climbs the bed, settling right next to his husband. In a matter of seconds, they gravitate to each other, finding their place on each other’s spaces, like pieces of a puzzle. Hoseok stares and sees his entire world in Seokjin’s eyes. His heart is bursting from all the love and he leans in, pressing a kiss on Seokjin’s eyelid.
“I just love you so much, hyung,” Hoseok says. “So fucking much.”
Seokjin smiles, wide and cheeky. “As you should,” he says before pressing his face to Hoseok’s chest, doing the exact same thing his son did to him a few moments ago.
Hoseok wakes up almost an hour later to a very sulky Jungkook looming above them.
“Wake up, Kook, they said. You’re going to regret it later, Kook, they said,” Jungkook says in full pout, keeping his voice low because Seokjin is still very much sleeping. “Just say it if you want to cuddle without me.”
Hoseok chuckles. He grabs his son’s arm and pulls him to join them. The teenager is so pliant, fitting right away in the space that Hoseok creates between himself and Seokjin.
“We’re going to regret this so much later,” Jungkook points out, but he’s already talking from beneath Seokjin’s chin and pulling Hoseok’s arm to hug them both.
“We are,” Hoseok agrees, kissing the back of Jungkook’s head.
“I’m gonna throw a tantrum if you tell me to get up now, Dad,” Jungkook threatens.
“Shh, bun,” Hoseok shushes him. “We’ll deal with the consequences later, okay?”
Jungkook smiles. “Okay.” A heartbeat later, he mumbles, “Love you, Dad.”
Hoseok smiles, “Love you, kid.”
They might really regret it later but now? Now it’s nice and warm and they’re together. Hoseok couldn’t care less of what later might be.