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Qing Yi arrived home from driving Eun Young around for her various lessons and to be honest the young omega was exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to just be in her mate’s embrace.
She did not expect to smell two omegas when she entered the apartment and even less she expected to hear Jimin screaming so she followed the sounds and scents.
Jimin was sitting on the ground in between Wooyoung and Yeosang from Ateez, trying to prevent the smallest omega from reaching over to Yeosang. “Woo woo, no! Sangie won fair and square from you! Don’t try to smack him again. We don’t smack each other right?”
Qing Yi stayed quiet to watch in amusement, her mate was so funny with the two kids. He tried to be gentle yet strict but Wooyoung was too headstrong to listen to Jimin like that. She had seen how HongJoong handled the kids and it was way stricter than Jimin his pleading tone.
Wooyoung saw his chance to climb over Jimin and pounced on Yeosang who let out a quiet protest as the younger started shaking him and shrieking that he cheated.
“Babies, play nicely” Jimin warned ever so gently without any result so Qing Yi took pity on him and stepped in, announcing she was home. “Youngie, can you assist me in the kitchen? Seonghwa told me what an excellent cook you are and your hyung here is quite useless in the kitchen.”
The mischievous omega let go of Yeosang and bounced towards the eldest omega, flinging his arms around her in greeting. “Noona! You came home! Noona, you look tired! You just tell me where everything is and I will cook for you”
Jimin let out a sigh of relief and walked up to his mate to hold her. “I am so glad you are home. Babysitting these two is more exhausting than babysitting Yoonji and Yunho”
Qing Yi laughed and kissed his cheek, “love, you and Tae Tae were like that too so don’t complain. Those kids saw you two when they were at the most impressionable age and you two are still fighting and are much more annoying than them”
Jimin sulked and complained about her not being helpful and Yeosang cheekily offered to take Qing Yi home with them making Jimin at loss for words and only mumbling brat under his breath. If he could handle Beomgyu he should be able to handle these two right? Then how come he was at loss for words each time?
Wooyoung started listing everything he could cook and asked Qing Yi for directions where everything was. “Yeosang, come here, I will fry you too. He playfully grabbed his best friend who pleaded for help at Qing Yi as he let out a pitiful “noona! Help!”
Jimin felt a headache creep up, the kids were definitely energetic and more than he could handle if he had to admit honestly especially Wooyoung. The omegas he lived with including his mate were much more easy going and demure but Wooyoung was an even worse firecracker than Beomgyu and Yeosang was even more spaced out than Taehyung when he was younger.
Jimin thought it was best to apologize to Yoongi at that moment for putting up with his and Taehyung’s antics for more than a decade. Bighit staff back then used to say that Wooyoung and Yeosang were scarily similar to him and Taehyung vocal color wise and personality wise too. He guessed the wild behavior of him and Taehyung back then came back biting him in the ass. He thought of how the dorm moms used to handle him and Taehyung. Usually Hoseok was send to occupy Taehyung while Yoongi kept him busy with the piano or they switched and Hoseok took him to practice. A light bulb lit in his mind and he relaxed his body.
“Yeosangie, do you think you can teach me the choreography to guerilla and sector one?” He asked as sweetly as possible. “I converted one of the rooms into a practice room.”
The younger one nodded shyly, “I am not as good as Woo, Yunho or Hwa hyung… but I still know the steps to the entire choreography.”
Jimin smiled in relief, the two were separated so less chance of them breaking down the apartment or hurting either themselves or each other with their wild ways. Maybe he should child proof the entire apartment in like bigger children proof everything, get more sturdy furniture. “Woo Woo, be nice to noona ok? She is tired”
“Yes appa” Wooyoung grinned too angelic for his own good and Jimin froze in his tracks, “what did you say?”
Yeosang quickly came in between saying that Jimin and Qing Yi, especially Qing Yi cared for them as parents and Wooyoung called all the members thair parents mom and dad so it was nothing bad. He called everyone older who took care of him and loved him, mom and dad.
“I was just startled and surprised” Jimin assured, “I am fine with however you want to call me. I can’t speak for Qing Yi of course but it’s fine by me”
Wooyoung flung himself at him and the alpha grounded himself to not topple over from the sudden speed. He gently patted his back, “I am honored you trust me enough to call me appa”
“Of course I would be happy to be one of your moms” Qing Yi smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around Wooyoung and reached out to Yeosang too. “My precious babies”
They were not ready to have a child by blood but Qing Yi loved to dote on the younger idols and Jimin always had a soft spot for these two especially Wooyoung who was sometimes a younger version of himself.
Qing Yi helped Wooyoung prepare kimchi stew, kimbap and fried chicken while they talked about Wooyoung’s frustrations about only being seen as a sexy pretty face and being an omega but never respected as an artist.
Qing Yi could only comfort him and praise him for his talent as a singer and dancer. “I am being honest, Woo. I lived with 7 insanely good dancers and singers/rappers. When I say you are as good as Minnie within your own colors, I mean it. There won’t be another Wooyoung because you add your unique charm even to covers”
Wooyoung got teary and hugged her, “Thank you, eomma. It means the world to me if you say things like this.”
Dinner was chaotic with the two children who bickered childishly and Jimin constantly interfering if they got too loud. They were like overgrown toddlers who needed gentle reminders every now and then.
When HongJoong picked them up and left, Jimin slumped to the ground, “Babe, you are right to wait to have children of our own. I am drained!”