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Five Months
“I’ll be back in two hours, tops. Please call me if anything happens.”
Yoongi watched Jimin scurry about the house, Iseul on his lap beating a wooden block harmlessly against his thigh. “We’ll be fine, Jimin. You’re just going to get groceries.” he deadpanned, face emotionless.
“I know, just…” Jimin’s shoulders slumped. He cupped Iseul’s cheeks, the baby looking up at him with a confused expression. “I’ll miss you…”
“Babe.” Yoongi chuckled softly, pulling him down for a small kiss. “Go. If we run out of snacks you know Iseul will have a fit.”
Jimin nodded, pressing a kiss to Iseul’s forehead before leaving with a sniffle.
“Looks like it’s just me and you for a while, kid.” Yoongi smiled as Iseul twisted to face him. “Think we can handle it?” he hummed, bouncing the toddler on his leg and eliciting a string of giggles from Iseul.
The next hour was spent on the couch, one dirty diaper and several drool-covered toys before Iseul finally got comfortable on Yoongi’s chest as the dad laid on his back to watch TV. Iseul wiggled around, clutching his father’s shirt in his tiny fists. “Stay still, kid.” he mused softly, placing a hand on the baby’s back as the smaller looked up at him with seemingly waiting eyes. “What do you want from me, hm? I’m not gonna sing to you like appa.” Iseul let out a whine, wiggling his bottom.
For a moment, Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes. He conjured up the courage and started singing, his voice rough and unhoned, the exact opposite of his fiancé’s angelic voice. Many a night he woke to a crying Iseul and a half-empty bed, the sound of a rocking chair and Jimin’s heavenly voice flowing out of the nursery and throughout their cozy family home. The baby’s cries softened and Yoongi found himself drifting off to sleep at the other’s singing.
But now, this was definitely not the case. Iseul pouted, reaching up to place his small hands over Yoongi’s mouth. His father huffed, opening his eyes. “Damn, tough crowd.” he mumbled, trying to mull over his options to help Iseul to sleep. He turned on their home stereo system and put on some soft house music, Iseul looking around for the source before relaxing again. “You’re really cute, little Iseul. You look just like appa.” Yoongi chuckled, rubbing circles on his baby’s back as the child seemed to be happily drifting off to sleep. “I hope you don’t grow up a stupid teenager like me. I did a lot of bad stuff back in my day.” he sighed. “I hope you can sing prettily like Jimin. You already smile like him; thanks for being the second ray of sunshine in my life.” By now, the baby was fast asleep. He smiled softly, still rubbing small shapes in the fabric of Iseul’s onesie. Yoongi closed his eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep as well.
When Jimin got home, he expected the worse possible scenario. After the door was opened and the groceries were in the kitchen, Jimin peaked his head in the eerily quiet living room. He cooed softly at the sight of Iseul sleeping soundly on his lover's chest, the oldest of them all also in a deep, blissful sleep. He couldn’t help but snap a few pictures and send them in the group chat with their high school friends.
Hours later, Jimin was preparing dinner when Yoongi woke up, the younger having put Iseul for his nap soon after he put up all of the groceries. He heard the other’s phone unlocking, and soon a groan resonated from the living room.
“Park fucking Jimin!”
Jimin snickered.