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Seokjin wraps up his meetings early and manages to book an earlier flight back home. It's coach, middle seat squished between the window and the aisle, and he honestly isn't looking forward to it. He's crazy to even consider it, already exhausted from the work trip. He should take an extra night, sleep off the weariness and take his scheduled flight. He should, but Yoongi keeps sending him little selcas with Daeun captioned with silly things like she just smiled like you, Daeun says I'm more fun than you, she's growing too fast, how can we stop this?, and Daeun misses you....She gets it from me.
There's this emptiness in Seokjin's chest, a longing he forgot about. He hasn't felt it in many years, not since Yoongi and Granny and Auntie Mikyung entered his life, and especially not since Daeunie with her sparkling eyes and toothless smile. It's an ache that used to run through his veins, attacking his cells like a virus until he was half poison, until he thought that sadness was a part of his being and not a prelude to the joy he found.
He wants to go home, to Daeunie crying in the middle of the night, strangled wails of discomfort and desperation that only he can soothe, to Yoongi's bitter grumbling about the business partner he has to lunch with. He wants to go home to where his shoes have a place by the door and his hands have a place in Yoongi's.
The flight is long and tiring and he probably could have gotten someone bumped from first class if he wanted to invoke the Min name. He probably could do a lot of things but he chooses not to, already aware of how blessed he is. He's grateful to have a flight, grateful to place his feet back on Korean soil a full thirteen hours earlier than anticipated.
It's not quite midnight by the time he unlocks the door and steps into home. He slides his luggage to the side and stands in the entryway for a moment, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of lemon cleaning solution and baby powder and an underlying spike of pine. He takes his shoes off and forces himself to place them neatly by the door before making his way slowly upstairs to the bedroom.
The apartment is quiet but the lights are on in sporadic rooms. Seokjin frowns, wondering why he doesn't hear Yoongi who is usually still up at this time. The door to their bedroom is open and he steps into the doorway, pausing and blinking at the scene in front of him.
Yoongi is fast asleep, still dressed in his work clothes, stiff white button-down and sleek black pants that are probably digging uncomfortably into his skin by now. His third-favorite rolex sits heavy on his wrist and his hair is in a strange array of partly still styled from work and partly mussed from the pillows under his head.
What makes the breath catch in Seokjin's lungs and stick there, oxygen trapped in his throat and heart skipping a beat, is Daeun, their little baby girl, curled up into Yoongi's chest. Her little fingers clench into fists, grabbing at his collar. Her cheek is smushed against Yoongi's chest, her head tucked protectively under his chin, her impossibly tiny toes curled under Yoongi's large hand. It's so quiet that he can even hear Daeunie's small inhales and exhales. Yoongi's hands hold her firmly to him, keeping her safe and secure, and Seokjin knows just how protective those hands can be.
Seokjin leans against the doorjam, weariness forgotten and his chest expanding painfully with warmth. He loves them. He loves them so much. He still wakes up sometimes, three in the morning and panic coursing through his blood, thinking about what would happen if he lost them. He doesn't think he'll ever be free of the worry. They mean too much to him, are too far embedded in his heart. It's them and Jeongguk and their family that keeps his heart going. He promises himself again, standing there and trying to memorize the scene in front of him, that he'll never let anything rip this away.
He finally pushes himself from the door and makes his way to the bed. He bends to place a gentle kiss on Daeun's head, her hair soft against his lips.
Yoongi stirs, head lifting and eyes blinking blurrily up at Seokjin, his hands moving to adjust Daeun more securely against him. "Seokjin?"
Seokjin smiles and sits on the bed, wrapping an arm around Yoongi's shoulder and leaning in, breathing in pine scent he missed so much. "Shh, don't wake the baby."
"When did you get back?" Yoongi asks, voice thick with sleep.
"Just now."
"You told me you were coming home tomorrow."
Seokjin presses his lips to Yoongi's head, closing his eyes. He squeezes Yoongi's shoulder for a moment. "I finished up early, missed you."
Yoongi huffs out a quiet laugh, lips tilting up into a smirk. "You love me that much?"
"You're going to wake the baby," Seokjin says, moving to lie down, tucking his head on Yoongi's shoulder. He curls into Yoongi's side and places a hand over Yoongi's on Daeun's back. "Go back to sleep, I'm exhausted."
Yoongi settles back against the pillows and turns his head to Seokjin. "Hey hyung."
"Hmm?"
"Welcome home." Yoongi smiles softly, closing the distance between them and placing his lips gently on Seokjin's.
Seokjin closes his eyes and presses into the kiss momentarily before pulling back and nudging Yoongi's face away. "Make out tomorrow. Sleep now."
Yoongi laughs but closes his eyes and sighs.
In the morning, Seokjin is going to regret sleeping in his suit, but at the moment he doesn't care. Yoongi is warm against his side and he can feel Daeun's breathing under his hand. There's no where else he'd rather be.