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“Papa look at this one it’s so big!” Hoseok yells happily, pointing at a relatively large strawberry, next to him Namjoon flinches at his big brother’s screams.
The family is in Seokjin’s uncle’s strawberry farm. They don’t usually go but Seokjin used to work in the farm and wanted to go visit for a change with the children. Even though Yoongi had at first complained about how he didn’t want to crouch around and be beaten by the sun his husband still managed to drag his insolent ass to the fields, where he was now recording their children as they picked up the strawberries and placed them in wicker baskets for Seokjin to make jam later.
“Oh you should pick that one Hoseokie,” Seokjin says back with an encouraging smile, he’s crouched in front of Jungkook, who’s struggling at pulling the fruit from the stems. Yoongi is doing a close-up of Jimin and Taehyung feeding each other the strawberries.
“Papa! Look!” Jungkook mimics his brother, pointing at an unripened strawberry with wide eyes “why?”
“Because it’s still little like you,” Seokjin says, booping Jungkook on the nose and his baby bunny gives him an unamused look. The man laughs at his son’s expression.
“What’s so funny?” Yoongi grumbles near him, still acting like he doesn’t enjoy being here although he has been cooing over Taehyung and Jimin for more than half an hour. They turn to look at the blond man, who has his camera trained towards them.
“Your child,” Seokjin answers and then takes a rather large strawberry, opening his mouth wide open so he can eat it whole. Yoongi laughs at his husband’s wide eyes when he closes his mouth again and chews the fruit. The smaller man turns the camera so it can face him
“Kids, we’ve just witnessed the murder of a perfectly fine strawberry,” he says and Seokjin pays him no mind, opting to do a small ‘hmm!’ sound because the strawberry is so good.
“Yoongi-yah come here, I can feed you one,” Seokjin says, picking one from the basket and offering it to his husband, who shakes his head no.
“I can’t just eat that in a single bite, my mouth is small,” Seokjin pouts, opting to eat the strawberry by himself, chewing contentedly before opening his mouth for an answer.
“I should know,” and Yoongi sputters, turning the camera again and shaking his head with mock disappointment.
“You see kids, your papa made lewd comments even when you guys were around, if you all turn into horny teenagers without any control over your hormones I’m blaming him for giving you a shitty example.”
“It’s not like they even know what I’m saying,” Seokjin rolls his eyes, rubbing Jungkook's belly as the toddler takes little bites of a small strawberry.
“You hit me every time I curse in front of them,” Yoongi complains “why do you get to make those comments and I get physically beaten-“
“Dramatic,” Seokjin whines, not paying a lot of attention to his husband and trying to get Jungkook to another one of the smaller strawberries.
“Whooped in the ass,” the other continues “if I merely just express myself.”
“Go express yourself over there, I’m pretty sure Namjoon is two seconds away from strangling Hoseokie with the basket,” Seokjin orders and Yoongi turns around to see that yes, the two eldest are currently glaring at each other. Namjoon gripping the basket between his small hands like it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to hit his brother with it.
“Hey kiddo, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks as he approaches the other two. Namjoon points at Hoseok and sighs.
“Hoseokie is loud.”
“So mean!” his brother screams, voice shrill and too loud for someone of his size, proving that Namjoon is right.
“Yeah but we love him don’t we Namjoonie?” Yoongi says, crouching so he’ll be on the same eye level as his son, who shrugs. Yoongi gives him a look, one that suggests that Namjoon should be agreeing to him if he doesn't want to be grounded. Or worst, if he doesn't want to be stuck sharing a bed with his brother in their uncle's house.
“I do,” and Hoseok gives out another loud scream, hugging his brother and nuzzling his neck.
“I love you too Namjoonie~!” Yoongi doesn’t fail to record is, knowing that someday he’ll show it to them when they become angsty teenagers.
Yoongi proceeds to sit next to his children, watching them as they team up to collect the nicest-looking strawberries. He adjusts the floppy straw-hat Seokjin's aunt gave him when she saw her pale skin and admires the teamwork. Hoseok has the eye for them but Namjoon has the strength to pull them without damaging the whole plant, together they make a great duo.
Jimin and Taehyung quickly join them, Seokjin trailing behind with Jungkook in his arms and telling Yoongi how the two children are ‘greedy for screen time’. As they’re together the sun hits Yoongi’s newly-dyed pink hair and Jungkook makes grabby hands towards his father so he can be held. They trade the camera for the baby and the kid instantly begins pulling Yoongi’s hair.
“Daddy! Berry!” he exclaims happily, obviously not aware of the pained expression Yoongi is pulling.
“Yes sweetie, daddy’s hair looks like a strawberry, now please let it go,” Seokjin says, tugging at Jungkook’s hands.
“Daddy Jungkookie wants to eat your hair!” Jimin exclaims and Yoongi laughs but then Jungkook is looking at his hair and drooling a little and the man can’t help but feel a little afraid.
—
Yoongi feels weird.
His vision is hazy and everything around him feels heavy. He stirs in his bed and looks at Seokjin, who should be sleeping next to him.
At doing this he lets out a loud shriek, which makes Seokjin jump awake. His action causes Yoongi to jump up and down the bed, still screaming at the realisation that he’s the same size as his cellphone.
“Y-Yoongi?” Seokjin looks down at the bed, finding his husband who is staring up at him with scared eyes.
“Why are you so big?!” Yoongi screams and his voice sounds so weird, like he sucked on helium before speaking.
“Yoongi I’m pretty sure you shrunk,” Seokjin says “what the hell happened?”
“How am I supposed to know?!” his limbs don’t work the way he wants, moving sluggishly and without any coordination. Yoongi attributes it to having been reduced to the size of Seokjin’s hand. The two stare at each other in panic when they hear Jungkook stirring over the baby monitor. Seokjin then tells him to sit still as he prepares the children for the day, not wanting them to get fussy.
At breakfast, when all of his children have been informed about what has happened, Yoongi walks around the table, picking pieces of the food from his children’s plates. He walks near Jungkook, who is eating strawberries.
“Berry!” the giant baby says, and Yoongi doesn’t register what happens next, only the sheer panic at being grabbed on Jungkook’s tiny fist. This is it, that’s how he’s going to die, eaten by his child because he was mistaken by a goddamn strawberry. He screams and screams and shakes in Jungkook’s fist and then-
Before he can be killed by his son Yoongi is startled awake by Seokjin, who is hovering above him with a panicked expression. They’re sleeping in Seokjin’s uncle’s house. The children in the room next to them.
“What happened?” Seokjin says and Yoongi blinks the tears out his eyes, breathing out in relief at seeing he’s the same height as always.
“I had a really shitty nightmare,” he explains and Seokjin nods.
“Also I’m fucking dyeing my hair as soon as we go back home.”
“Okay, but why?”
“I hate strawberries,” Yoongi says with a shudder, not wanting to go to sleep just in case he has another nightmare.