#jungkook drablle

[btssaysstudy]

Salvage - 1 || jjk/kth.

Summary: After your confession, it's safe to say that there was nothing left to salvage between you and Jungkook. However, things start to change when a new hurdler joins the team. Genre: college!au, track!jungkook, track!taehyung, track!reader, angst & fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader Warning(s) : unrequited love, alcohol (drinking) mentioned, swearing Chapter Word Count: 3.7k a/n: My first mini series! Let me know what you guys think and the ending depends on your feedback :) taglist: do let me know if you want to be added to the series taglist

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“Wake me up when you’re done.”

“Alright, alright. I’m done.” Your body got up from your seat, but your gaze still glued on your laptop screen and hands on your keyboard. Your roommate groaned, marching her way to pull your hands away from the laptop.

“Yn, it’s a Friday night. Let’s go! Namjoon’s waiting for us downstairs.”

“Yea but,” You sighed, your eyes on your work, “I still have quite a lot of things to do. Maybe I’ll skip this party—“

“Like how you missed Hoseok’s birthday party? I’m sure he’s going to hunt you down later. You still have the weekends to complete your work and you’re already dressed up.”

You knew your roommate was right. You had agreed to go for this party since it was one of Namjoon’s close friends’ birthday. Though you weren’t close to the birthday boy, you were close to Namjoon and his girlfriend, who also happened to be your roommate - Miya.

“Okay, okay.” You quickly saved your work and turned your laptop off. “Let’s go.”

Miya squealed in excitement, linking her arm around yours as she pulled you towards the door. The two of you went down to meet Namjoon who had been patiently waiting for you to get down.

“Sorry for wait.” You gave an apologetic smile. “No worries! We’re still early. Good to miss the first few awkward minutes of the party.” He chuckled as he opened the car door to let you both in.

Miya truly hit jackpot with Namjoon. He was the whole package - athletic, smart and a gentleman. Miya was a great catch herself and you were thankful that she was your roommate.

Miya had been your roommate since freshmen year and ever since, you both always wanted to dorm together. Miya was very caring and gentle yet blunt at the same time. You both were awkward beings when you first met, and you were worried how dorm life would be with a stranger.

Thankfully, Miya, being the straightforward person, immediately went out with setting the ground rules together and suggested for a roommate date to get to know each other.

The rest was practically history.

Miya had been there for many of your significant memories in college - the good and the bad.

She was also there when you met Jungkook.

“Do you have any clubs in mind?”

“Actually, I do. I’m planning to sign up for track.”

Miya gasped and giggled in excitement, “No way, I want to join track too!”

“That’s cool! Shall we head over then?”

The two of you made your way to the track and field booth, sharing about what events you partake in. Miya was a hurdler while you weren’t. Nonetheless, it was pretty amazing to you two that you were both signing up for the track team.

“Hey freshies! Here to sign up?”

The two of you converse with the seniors to learn more about the try-outs and practice sessions.

“Psst,” Miya nudged you as you filled up the sign-up form, “On your left. Isn’t he cute?”

Your gaze turned to see a tall, buff boy, who seemed to be signing up for track as well. “He’s pretty cute.”

“I’m going to say hi. Wait for me.” Miya winked at you before approaching the boy - little did she know at that time that he was going to be her boyfriend.

“See you try-outs!” You smiled at the senior as you handed the form.

Your eyes wandered around the nearby booths as you waited for Miya to come back.

“I’ll just look around.” You mouthed at her when she turned to make eye contact with you.

“Hey! Interested to join Photography club?”

“Freshies! Come join the Badminton club!”

The atmosphere was completely chaotic with seniors shouting at the top of their lungs to promote their club. Slightly disoriented from the ruckus, you had bumped into a stranger.

“I’m so sorry—“

“So sorry about that—“

The two of you took a step back to meet each other’s eyes. “Sorry about that.” The black-haired boy gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed the nape of his neck. “I was kinda too excited to sign up for a club.”

“No worries, it’s my fault as well. I wasn’t looking.”

“All’s good. B-But… Any chance that you happen to know where the track and field club booth is at?”

Your eyes widened slightly in amusement, “Yea I do. I was just about to head back to meet my friend.”

“Oh! Could I follow you there?”

“Sure.”

Your eyes took a quick once-over, it wasn’t hard to notice that his built was athletic, donned in sweats and an oversize black shirt, this guy looked like the poster boy of college dudes.

“My name’s Jungkook. What’s yours?”

“Yn. Did you run track before college?”

“Yep, I do 4x100s.”

“Oh, same here!” You flashed a smile. “Wow, what a coincidence that I’d bump into you huh.” Jungkook chuckled and you did the same. “Must be a sign that we’ll both be teammates.”

“Not a bad sign at all.”

“Yn!” Miya waved her hand wildly amidst the crowd. “I was about to leave the booth to go find you! What booths did you— Oh hi, I’m Miya, you are?”

“Jungkook. Nice to meet you. You must be the friend yn was going back for.”

Miya gave you a subtle look which you chose to ignore that day.

“Jungkook,” Miya grinned, “It’s nice to meet you too!”

“Speaking of the party, yn, you know Jungkook will be there as well, right?”

“Yes, this is the tenth time you’ve told me that.”

“Sorry, just another reminder before we pull up to the party.”

Besides having a ton of workload to do, you also had another reason for having second thoughts.

That reason was Jungkook.

“Thanks for your concern. But it’s been a year, I’m long over it.”

“That’s great to hear, I’m proud of you yn.” Namjoon piped in as he parked the car. “And we,” He placed his hand on Miya’s, “Should trust our friend’s word.”

Miya glanced at you before sighing, “Alright. I do. Now, let’s go greet the birthday boy.”

The three of you left the car and made your way to the party venue. The birthday boy was clearly loaded as the venue was huge. You jaw dropped in awe, “Why is this party so extravagant?”

“Good thing our birthday gifts are more drinks.” Miya nudged you and you laughed, nodding your head.

You were all greeted with blaring music from the stereo and neon lights to add into the ambience. People had already begun drinking and some were busy eating dinner.

“Yn!! I missed you!” A very familiar voice erupted as you spotted a figure rushing towards you.

“Hoseok!” You grinned, extending your arms out for a hug.

“You didn’t come to my party!” He pouted as he pulled away. “But I visited the next day as a surprise!” You defended yourself.

“That’s true… Still feels like forever since I saw you.” Hoseok pulled you back in for a hug.

The four of you made your way to one of open rooms which had been turned into a buffet area. You had helped yourself to the wide array of food and found a table to eat with your friends.

“We have a new hurdler joining us. He’s our batch but he only joined the club this try-out round.” Namjoon filled you in since you were the only non-hurdler in your group.

“Oh, who is it?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Wait, Kim Taehyung? Isn’t he from table tennis?”

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, “Guess he wanted to try something new. I was there during try-outs and he’s a really fast runner.”

—

Since it was a huge party and you weren’t close to the birthday boy, you didn’t need to spend the night entertaining the main character of the night.

To make full use of the amenities at the booked venue, the four of you started playing different rounds of games.

You were paired with Hoseok against Miya and Namjoon. The first round was charades and you lost to them. Hoseok found the game Just Dance and proposed it as the next round.

Jungkook had not been on your mind the entire night as you busied yourself playing games with your friends.

“What else can you do?!” Miya exclaimed, stepping in front to take over Hoseok’s spot.

“More like what else can you not do?! That was amazing!” You pulled Hoseok in for hug, “We’re gonna win this. Get ready to treat us for a meal!”

Namjoon chuckled, “We have to do another game after this. Hoseok basically created the game Just Dance. He followed the moves to easily.”

“Don’t whine, just dance!” Hoseok teased, pulling you back on the couch as you both watched Miya and Namjoon do their round.

“Didn’t want to ruin the mood but… He’s watching.” Hoseok leaned in to whisper in your ear. Your eyes slowly wandered around the venue to spot a familiar figure hanging around a crowd of people.

You both made eye contact and you decided to cast a smile at his direction. In return, you received a quick and small smile before he looked away, completely avoiding your direction.

“That went well.”

“Give him time.”

“Hobi,” you deadpanned, “I’m pretty sure one year is a lot of time.”

Hoseok just shrugged, “I know but… Okay, I have nothing to say to defend him.”

You chuckled, turning your attention back to Miya and Namjoon, “You don’t have to defend him.”

“He’s my close friend too.”

“I know, and I feel bad that you have to split yourself in half every time—“

“No, no,” Hoseok nudged you to get that thought off your mind, “I don’t feel that way. Besides, I met the two of you on separate occasions as well. Please don’t feel guilty about anything.”

You gave him a thankful smile, “Thanks Hobi.”

The Just Dance bet ended with your landslide victory thanks to Hoseok’s hidden dance skills.

Namjoon insisted for another game to even the playing field and Hoseok went out to the backyard to set up the beer pong table. Miya and Namjoon had gone to the kitchen to grab the cups and drinks and you had volunteered to grab more titbits to snack on.

Thanks to your luck, Jungkook had busied himself with filling his plate with snacks as well.

“Hey.”

Jungkook jumped upon heading your voice, quickly steadying the plate on his hand. “H-Hey.”

“How’s the party going?”

You attempted to start a conversation with him as you grabbed a plate yourself. Jungkook awkwardly cleared his throat, “It’s a huge party… H-How about— Are you enjoying it?”

“Yea, there’s tons of things to do. How about you?”

“Yea.” Jungkook fiddled with one of the serving scoops. You pressed your lips in a tight smile, recognising the awkward atmosphere engulfing the both of you.

It hurt you to know Jungkook was still feeling awkward around you. It always reminded you that you had made the wrong choice. That you had ruined everything between the two of you.

“Right, I guess I’ll head off first. See you at practice?”

“Yea… See you around.” Jungkook nodded his head, his gaze locked on the table filled with snacks as you left the area, feeling dejected from your encounter.

“What’s with the long face?” Hoseok asked as you approached your group. You looked up to meet his eyes and he immediately knew, sighing as he pulled you into a comforting hug.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Still feels like it is.”

-

“Is it just me or am I still hungover from the party?”

You laughed, “You had a whole Sunday to rest.”

Miya sighed as she started doing hip circles. “I know, I must be getting old.”

“You probably are. Anyway, where is Namjoon?”

Just as you had asked, you heard his voice calling you and Miya. The both of you turned to see Namjoon heading over your direction with someone unfamiliar next to him. Namjoon was goofily waving his hands to grab your attention while pointing to the male next to him.

As they got closer, you managed to recognise the person next him. It was Kim Taehyung. He was popular in college because he was very talented at table tennis. It shocked you when Namjoon said he had joined the track team as a hurdler.

“You two must be Miya and Yn. I’m Taehyung.” He stuck out his hand for a handshake.

With a light smile, you reached out to return the handshake. Taehyung had a welcoming aura around him. He had a friendly and approachable vibe. He was tall, athletic, and good looking.

“So, what made you join track?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s our last year in college, wanted to try something different.”

“Hope you like it here.”

Taehyung glanced back at you, casting a boxy grin your way, “I think I will.”

The coach blew their whistle to grab everyone’s attention. Everyone made their way to the centre of the field to start physical training. Training started with light warm-ups before rounds around the track.

While running, Taehyung was happily chatting away with you to get to know you better. “That sucks, so you’re not a hurdler?”

“Nope, I do 4x100s.”

“So, I’ll only get to see you once a week.” Taehyung pouted and you chuckled, “You can see me on other days.”

Track had 3 sessions a week - one combined with everyone and two within your own events. The combined session was physical training for all, hence why you were running rounds with a hurdler by your side.

“I’ll take that up!” He winked at you before speeding up slightly, “Catch me if you can!”

From behind, Jungkook watched you and Taehyung converse with a scowl on his face.

Why were you even talking while jogging? Was Taehyung flirting with you?

He used to be the one disturbing you during these rounds.

Jungkook tried to shrug off the scene of you and Taehyung together, ignoring the bitter feeling growing in his chest.

-

“Don’t feel bad. You’re sick, I’ll bring up some food for you.” You grabbed your student ID and phone as you insisted that Miya stayed in bed. Casting you a weak smile, she thanked you as you left your dorm to head off to the dining hall.

You lucked out when you saw Jungkook standing at the end of the queue, scrolling through his phone. With a deep breathe in as you made your way to join the queue. “Hey.” You gave a cautious greeting towards his way. Jungkook’s heart jumped, his grip tightening on his phone as he looked up to see you smiling at him.

“Hey.”

Jungkook hated how awkward he felt with you. It never used to be that way. Then again, that was a year ago.

You also never understood why Jungkook was the one avoiding you when you were the one who got rejected.

“Today was fun.” Jungkook gave you a toothy grin, “Yea it was.”

“Definitely my new favourite restaurant. I’m so full!” He playfully patted his stomach and you chuckled, “Looks like I know where to go when you start being grumpy or stressed.”

“That’s easy, you don’t have to take me to that restaurant. I just have to spend time with you and I’m good to go.” He shrugged his shoulders. Your heart fluttered at how nonchalant his words were yet so genuine. You had been thinking about it the entire afternoon, contemplating if it was the right decision. But you knew you had to let it out before it was too late.

“You good?” Jungkook pulled you out from your thoughts. “Mm? Oh yea, I’m good.” Your feet lazily kicked a stone in front of you.

“Hey,” Jungkook stopped walking, gently placing his hand on your arm to turn you around to face him. “You can always tell me something.”

“I know, I’m… I’m just tired that’s all.”

Jungkook pursed his lips together, “How about we head over to my place to watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

You let Jungkook choose the movie for the night as your head was far away. Jungkook nudged you, shimmying his shoulders. That was always his signal when he offered his shoulder for you to rest on. You gave him a small smile as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

Despite loving Marvel, you found yourself not paying a single ounce of attention to the movie. Jungkook seemed to have noticed that as you weren’t bantering with his small comments to the movie.

You were brought back to reality when you noticed the movie was paused.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up to face Jungkook.

“I was about to ask that.”

“I’m… I’m tired. I think I’ll just head home for the night.”

Jungkook frowned and you had to look away to save yourself from crumbling into pieces.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what’s on your mind?”

You sighed, this was it. You just had to let it out.

“Promise me you won’t hate me?”

“Hate you? Jungkook repeated, “I would never hate you.”

He placed his hand on your knee, encouraging you to continue. “I’ve liked you for a while.” You paused, allowing the words to sink in. You could feel his hand stiffen and you were sure he could hear the loud beating of your heart.

The silence was deafening.

Your confession repeating in both your heads.

As every second dragged on, you started to regret it even more. You had made a terrible mistake and there was no way you could take it back. Life had no re-dos.

“I’m guessing you don’t feel the same way, given the response.” You clicked your tongue together, gathering the courage to look up at him.

Jungkook was lost for words. He would have never expected to hear a confession from you that night. From his closest friend. From his best friend.

Your words left a funny feeling in him that night, but he could not tell whether it was a good or bad feeling.

“Well, don’t worry.” You forced a laugh, “I didn’t expect much anyway. I just wanted to let it out. But I’m guessing I just ruined our friendship.”

“N-No, uh… I just… I just need time to… to absorb all of this.”

You nodded your head, “I understand.” You took it as a cue to get up from the couch, Jungkook’s eyes following your figure. “I’ll see myself out. Sorry for ruining the night.”

“T-Text me when you made it home safely.” Jungkook called out as you headed for the door.

Terrible. Even after ruining your friendship, Jungkook was still looking out for you. You hated how that made you feel. You turned around to face him one more time, a smile plastered on your face.

“Will do. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

It pained Jungkook to see you holding back your tears. If he could have another chance to replay that night. He would’ve stopped you from leaving, he would’ve told you that your friendship wasn’t ruined.

He would’ve done anything he could that night to stop you from leaving his life.

But in reality, he did none of those.

When you texted him that night that you were home, your message was left unread.

You took it as a message to give him time to process everything. A night turned into a day. A day turned into a week. A week turned into a month. A month turned into a year.

It was because of your confession, you both had become strangers once again.

“Yn!”

“Oh, hi Tae!”

Despite using his phone, Jungkook’s attention was on your conversation with Taehyung. You were already calling him ‘Tae’? Since when were you that close with him?

“Namjoon told me Miya’s sick. She alright?”

“Yep, just grabbing food for her so she can take her meds and rest.”

“Need my help?”

“Oh no, all’s good.”

Taehyung nudged you, “It’s alright, you have to get your own food too. I’ve already eaten, I can help carry her food up to your dorm, check up on her as well.”

“Sure, if you’re free, that is.”

“Free for you.” He teased and you laughed, looking away momentarily to see Jungkook who seemed to be invested in his phone.

“Oh, Jungkook! Didn’t recognise you at first. How’ve you been?”

Jungkook looked up to greet Taehyung, “H-Hey, I’ve been well.”

Ever since meeting Taehyung, he got along with your group easily. In fact, he got along with everyone effortlessly. He knew almost everyone in the track team only after 2 weeks. That meant only 2 combined sessions. Somehow along the way, it seemed that he had introduced himself to Jungkook as well.

Taehyung was amazing with people and that was admirable. The more you got to know Taehyung, the more you looked forward to hanging out with him.

“See you next practice!” Taehyung happily patted Jungkook’s shoulders goodbye as you two went off a different direction towards your dorm.

You barely register their conversation as your head was somewhere else, recalling the night you had confessed.

“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung’s concerned voice made you look up to meet his eyes.

“I’m okay.”

Taehyung frowned, glancing behind to see Jungkook looking at the two of you walking away. Jungkook shook his head, quickly glancing away as Taehyung caught him looking.

“Something to do with Jungkook, perhaps?”

Taehyung was very observant and you knew you couldn’t fool him as well.

“Sort of… We just used to be close but... He’s been avoiding me and I’ve been trying to salvage whatever’s left. But it doesn’t seem to be working.”

Taehyung pursed his lips together, “It’s not fair if only one party is putting in the effort, you know.”

“I know, it’s just that… We used to be close.” You sighed as you stepped into the elevator with him, your gaze on your tray of food.

“Still, it’s not worth salvaging if you’re the only one putting in the effort. I’m sure you’ve done your best. Sometimes, you just can’t force things to happen.”

As the elevator opened to your level, you allowed his words to sink in.

“Miya! We come with food!” Taehyung grinned, bringing the tray to your sick roommate as she thanked the two of you for your help.

Your eyes trailed to Taehyung who was helping Miya grab her medicine and a glass of water.

Maybe Taehyung was right. Maybe it’s time to stop trying.

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[nomnomsik]

I love the reactions you have done so far. I wish I could write as good as you lol. Can i request a reaction? Yandere JK finds out that you have been taking a few dollars here and there from his wallet to fund your escape? :O

A/N: I struggled at the end. I’m sorry, baby~

Trigger warning: abusive-relationship, yandere-themes, manipulation, kidnapping. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics. 

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” Jungkook’s authoritative voice echoed from his position at the front of the door.

“Okay, bye bye.” You called from the office where you spent most of your time in. As you heard the click of the door, you lifted yourself off your seat. You waltzed over to the window, watching as Jungkook disappeared inside his Mercedez. With a harsh rev of the engine, Jungkook backed out of the estate and sped off.

As you opened the door, you crept out of the office room, going up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. Initially, you sighed as you saw how Jungkook had messed up the blankets again. But you turned your head, looking at the white cabinets of the nightstand. You swiftly pulled it open, turning behind you to make sure nobody was there and returning back to the enclosed box.

It contained many of the several thousands of dollars that Jungkook had entrusted in the house. There were stacks of a hundred dollar bills that nobody would have known you had taken a few. You organized the bills to make sure all the levels in the stack were equal. You took a deep breath, feeling your heart thump in your chest. As you stuffed the money into the insides of your pants, you rushed to put the box back into the cabinet. You scanned over the contents, making sure everything was back into their original place.

Your hand pushed in the cabinet door back in as you turned around. You let out a gasp as right in front of you stood a maid. Her eyes were wide as she had just witnessed what you have done. Before she could sprint away, you grabbed onto her, shaking her petite figure.

“Please, please, don’t say a thing. You want me to escape right? Why would you want my life to be any worse than it already is? Please, just…!” You blurted out all continuously, afraid that she would not have your best interests in mind.

“Ms. y/n, you know I can’t do that…” She whispered, looking straight into your eyes. “In fact, I can assure you Mr. Jeon already knows by now. He’s not a dumb man.” Her eyes held enough confidence to know that she was not lying. She too, must have been here for a very long time. You had tried to tell yourself that there was no way he would have known. After all, you went to great lengths to make sure you left no traces.

“I wish I could help you, but… He also has my family hanging over my head. I’m sorry. I’m doing this selfishly for myself, but can you truly blame me? We are both victims looking out for ourselves. We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

You felt your grip loosen as you let her go. She hurried down the stairs and into the basement away from you.

What was the point of all this? She had told you Jungkook knew by now. Why didn’t he do anything about it? Did he like this? He just loved getting your hopes up and waiting for him to crash it down. As you built the dominos, Jungkook just had to get in between, kicking it all down and watching it crumble.

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

Jungkook sat in his office staring at the beautiful city of New York. It seemed from his spot in the city as if he was the centerpiece. Truly, everything must have revolved around him. He gave a confident smirk, spinning his chair around back to his desk and up at his double monitors. Before he could reach his mouse, a loud rang came out of his phone. He eagerly grabbed it, hoping you had given him a call. There was always something about you calling him one day that got him giddy.

His mood quickly changed as he saw a name that wasn’t yours. He sighed, accepting it and bringing it up to his face.

“What do you want.”

“Sir, we just wanted to inform you that we found Ms. y/n going through your nightstand cabinet.”

“I already knew that. Don’t bother me again.” He snapped, quickly ending the call and throwing his phone onto his wooden desk.

“She’s such a troublemaker.”

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

“Ms. y/n, we were just notified by Jungkook by text that he’s on his way. He wants you in the bedroom.”

The guard who stood at the entrance of the Jeon estate had instructed you the orders he had given. The maids had escorted you up, touching up your appearance and doing your hair. You sat on your knees on the neatly made bed, awaiting your doom.

From your spot, you heard his car pull up and the harsh slam of the door as he quickly walked up the stairs. The two men bowed to him as he passed, slipping off his shoes and marching upstairs. As he opened the door, he gave you a bright smile.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He tsked, slipping off his tie and throwing it off to the ground. “You’re such a bad girl, you know that? Causing so much trouble when I’m not here.” He saw how you visibly tensed as he brought his lips down to yours. Bringing his hand up to your jaw, he harshly gripped it.

“It’s cute that you think you can just leave me. But I think your little games have to stop now, darling.” He sneered, releasing his hold on you. You flinched, feeling the corner of your eyes tear up as your hair fell in front of your face. He caressed your cheeks, pushing you down until you fell flat on the comforter.

“Since you’re dressed so nicely for me, I’ll just show you how much of a wonderful fiance I am.”

You glared up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wished the death of Jeon Jungkook.

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request: Dad!Bangtan spend time with your kids on their own. 

Tags: Bangtan, BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, BTS Drablle, Anon request, Anon ask, Beyond the Scene, Dad!Bangtan, Dad AU, Husband AU, Kim Seokjin x you, Min Yoongi x you, Jung Hoseok x you, Kim Namjoon x you, Park Jimin x you, Kim Taehyung x you, Jeon Jungkook x you, Fluff

Genre: Fluff

Title: A Day with Dad

KIM SEOKJIN

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” 

Jin glanced over at his older daughter, who was slouched low in the chair beside him, mindlessly scrolling through her phone in a bored manner, her teenage tone filled with annoyance and angst. 

“Because.” Jin replied, checking his watch quickly to make sure they were still on schedule, before he moved his gaze to the still closed dressing room before them, where he could hear Mishil fumbling around inside as she tried on clothes. “Your mother had to work today, and I figured this would be a good opportunity for some bonding time with your old dad. So I volunteered to take you school shopping.” 

Hyo sighed heavily from beside him, but didn’t respond, and at that moment, the door to the dressing room swung open, and Mishil stepped out shyly, as she held her arms out at her sides and spun around in front of Jin. “Does it look good, dad?” 

“I love it, Mish.” Jin responded, a large grin revealing white teeth against his darkly tanned skin as he regarded his younger daughter with a sage eye. “That dress will be great for school!” 

“Okay!” Mishil happily skipped back into the dressing room, closing the door behind her. 

“Hurry up, Mish, okay? We still have to go to the shoe store.” Jin called out as she disappeared from view, settling back into his chair beside his older daughter once again, who was still busy looking at the screen of her phone. 

“Hyo.” He said, letting sternness leak into his tone, and she looked up at him, clearly annoyed, as he held out his hand expectantly toward her. “Give me the phone please.” 

With a sigh that spoke of teenage oppression, Hyo slapped her phone into her father’s outstretched palm, choosing this opportunity to complain once again as Mishil emerged from the dressing room, chosen clothing items hung over her arm, “I seriously don’t understand why you had to take us school shopping. Mom knows what we like.” 

“And I don’t?” Jin asked his older daughter with amusement in his voice, as he stood from the chair and took the clothing from Mishil, headed toward the register, as Hyo trailed behind them, dragging her feet reluctantly. “Ill have you know, Hyo,” He continued, as he smiled at the cashier as she rang up their purchases, “Your uncles and I have been voted the ‘most fashionable boy band” for several years in a row now. My title is uncontested.” 

Jin could practically hear Hyo roll her eyes from behind him at his words, and he hid a smile from her view, knowing he’d only make the prepubescent teenager angrier if she knew he found her disdain amusing, in ways only a father could. 

Taking the bags from the cashier’s outstretched hands, Jin thanked her and they all exited the store, headed down the sweeping stretch of the indoor mall toward the shoe store.  

“Fine, dad. Let’s play a game.” Hyo finally spoke again, as they entered the large store, racks and shelves displaying hundreds and hundreds of shoes. “If you can pick out a pair of shoes for both Mishil and I, in this store, without any input or hints, that we actually like, then I will tell you, to your face, that it was a good idea for you to bring us school shopping.” 

Jin paused, turning to watch as Hyo sat down on a nearby bench, her arms folded over her chest, a slight glare on her face, and he once again hid a smile as he asked, “No take backs? That’s the deal?” 

“Yup.” Hyo popped the ‘p’ past her lips like she was chewing bubblegum and had just blew a bubble, her gaze bored as she began to inspect her brightly painted nails on one hand. 

“You’re on, princess.” Jin said, pointing at her, before he gave an overly excited Mishil a high five. “Come on, Mish. I’ll do you first.” 

Leaving Hyo to her teenage devices, Jin trailed through the dozens of aisles of shoes, his keen eyes roaming over each and every pair, before he let out a sound of success, holding up a brightly colored, light up sneaker, complete with multicolored laces woven through the closures. 

“Aha. Here you go, Mishil. Perfect choice.” Jin showed the shoe to his younger daughter, whose eyes lit up with excitement at his pick, as she took the sneaker into her palms and began to jump up and down, grinning from ear to ear. 

“You did it, daddy! You picked the one I would have picked!” Mishil squealed, as Jin reached down to pull out the shoes in her correct size. 

“I know I did.” He said triumphantly, as he handed the box back to her and pushed her in the direction of her sitting sister. “Now go sit. Hyo’s a little harder than you, so I might be a minute.” He winked at his younger daughter, who flashed him a grin and a nod and went to sit beside her sister. 

Humming to himself, Jin resumed his perusal of the shoe aisles, until something caught his eye toward the back of the store, and confident in his find, he plucked the shoebox in Hyo’s size from the shelf and returned to where his daughter’s were sitting, Mishil happily trying on her new sneakers and chatting away, as Hyo rolled her eyes at her sister’s antics. 

“All right. Here you go, Hyo.” Jin plopped the box down in front of his daughter, and she eyed him suspiciously, leaning forward to open the box to see the shoes he had picked. 

She didn’t have to say anything for him to know that he had won. 

The way her eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, at the sight of the black and white checkered pair of converse, complete with hot pink laces, nestled in the bottom of the box, was enough confirmation for Jin to know that he had succeeded. 

Slamming the lid back on the shoes, Hyo tried to cover for herself, a she painted a neutral expression on her face, saying beneath her breath to her father, “All right. I guess school shopping with you isn’t so bad.” 

“That’s what I like to hear!” Jin exclaimed, as he pumped his fist in the air, much to the amusement of Mishil and the embarrassment of Hyo, before he asked happily, “All right. Now who wants ice cream?” 

MIN YOONGI

“And you’re sure you guys are doing okay?” 

Your voice was tinny through the speaker of Yoongi’s phone, as he held it to his ear with his shoulder, needing his hands free to type on his keyboard, as he worked on yet another project in The Genius Lab. 

He chuckled at your repeated question and obvious worry, and glanced over his shoulder at the baby sleeping peacefully in her pack and play in the corner of the darkened studio. “I’m sure, Jagi. Honestly, Jag-Eun is still down for her nap, and she’s been an angel so far. We’re totally fine. Don’t worry so much.” 

“Okay, Okay.” You sighed out, and then there was a pause, before you said, “You know I trust you, right Yoongs? It’s just that this is the first time I’ve been back to work since she was born and you know I get a little crazy sometimes.” 

Yoongi chuckled again, warmly, at your words, and he spun around in his desk chair, glancing once again at the dark hair covered head of his daughter, barely peeking out from her bundle of blankets, as he said softly, “I know, jagi. It’s all good. You’re just the right amount of crazy.” 

You laughed, the sound loud through the phone, and then sighed again, before saying, “Okay, I have to go to my meeting. But call me if you two need anything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Yoongi waved you off, noting that Jag-Eun was beginning to stir from her sound sleep. “See you tonight, jagi.” 

“Bye, Yoongs.” 

Setting down his phone, Yoongi pushed himself up from his chair with a slight grunt, his legs slightly numb from sitting still for several hours, and crossed the room to the pack and play, crouching down beside it as he reached in to brush the covers back from his daughter’s face. 

He was met with a pair of dark, wide eyes looking back at him, and a tiny fist stuck contentedly in her mouth, and he couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled through his chest, as he said softly, his finger running down one of her soft cheeks, “Hey, baby girl. Did you have a good nap?” 

Reaching into the pack and play, he carefully collected Jag-Eun into his large hands, and cradling her against his chest, he retreated to the comfort of the futon, settling back into the cushions, as he laid his daughter across his thighs, unwrapping one of the many blankets around her, as she watched him with large, expressionless eyes. 

“Mommy worries too much sometimes, baby girl. I really don’t think the studio is that cold.” Yoongi said to the listening baby, amusement lacing his words as he tossed aside a few of the blankets. “You look like you’re ready for the next ice age.” 

“There. Better?” He asked, giving the baby one of his fingers, as her tiny fist curled around the offered digit, eyes blinking slowly, as her face scrunched slightly as she yawned widely, revealing the flash of pink gums. 

A knock at the door interrupted the quiet, and Yoongi called out for whoever it was to enter, his eyes never leaving the form of his daughter resting on his lap. 

“Yoongi-hyung, can I borrow your recording equipment?” Hobi asked, coming into the studio, a grin lighting up his features as he caught sight of Jag-Eun laying on Yoongi’s lap. “Oh, I forgot you have the little princess here today! How’s (Y/N)’s first day back at work going?” The younger man plopped himself carefully down beside Yoongi on the couch, reaching out to run some fingers across the baby’s fuzzy head gently. 

“I think it’s good. She keeps calling and texting to make sure we’re all right though.” Yoongi replied, flashing a smile down at his daughter, whose lips curled slightly upward in response to the expression on her father’s face. She was so close to smiling, and Yoongi wanted to be there when she did. 

“Your mommy’s kind of a worrier.” Hobi laughed, talking to the baby, as he pinched one of her cheeks lightly between his fingers, her face crinkling upward in response to the stimulus. 

“That’s what I told her.” Yoongi grunted, albeit his voice held amusement, as he motioned toward the discarded pile of blankets. “(Y/N) sent her here with enough blankets to warm an army.” 

Hobi laughed again. “Really? I don’t think it’s that cold in here!” 

“That’s also what I said.” Yoongi grumbled, before leaning over to press a kiss to his daughter’s warm, flushed cheek, shaking his head in exasperated amusement. “Between you and me, baby girl, I think mommy loves us both so much, that she doesn’t know how else to show it, so she just gives us blankets and jackets.” 

Hobi followed Yoongi’s gaze to the corner of the studio, where a coat rack held dozens of unused jackets, and then back to the rumpled pile of blankets, and he laughed, Yoongi joining in, the baby watching them with slightly startled, wide eyes. 

“But also between you and me, baby girl, it’s not a bad thing to be loved so much. Not a bad thing at all.” 

JUNG HOSEOK

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” 

Hobi glanced up from where he was pushing Korain on the swing, the twin giggling as he tried to grab and eat his feet on every forward pass, to where his other son stood on the peak of the playground equipment, waving to them from the top of the long, curly slide. 

“Kyong! How’d you get all the way up there?” Hobi called out to the other twin, still pushing Korain in a repetitive motion. “You must be a mountain climber!” 

“Stop, daddy! I want to go on the slide with Ky!” Korain protested, losing interest in the swing as he caught sight of his brother. 

“Okay, okay.” Hobi pulled the swing to a stop, hoisting Korain down and onto his feet, as he patted his bum in the direction of the playground equipment. “Go on then.” 

Hobi watched Korain run off to climb up the ladder to his still waiting brother, letting out a slight sigh, as he reached up to adjust the backwards baseball cap sitting on his head, before digging in the pocket of his pants for his phone. 

There was one unread message from you and he pulled it up, a slight smile crossing his lips at your obviously rushed words. 

You: Hey, baby! I’m late for a meeting, but just wanted to tell my three favorite boys that I love them! See you all tonight. <3

“Daddy! Look, we went down at the same time!” 

Hobi stuffed his phone back into his pocket and looked up at his son’s words, as Kyong and Korain appeared at the end of the yellow slide, laughing and elbowing each other as they struggled to get off together. 

“Wow. That’s super tricky, guys.” Hobi said, a smile in his voice, as he crossed the playground to help them down from the slide. “Are you guys superheros or something?” He tickled them both slightly, and they giggled again, dodging around his hands to run back to the ladder for the slide again. 

“Come on, Ko!” Kyong called down to his brother, who was already hot on his heels. “Let’s go down again!” 

Hobi watched them climb the ladder and disappear into the opening of the slide again, their shouts of glee echoing down the slide as they readied themselves to go down again, making him smile as he listened to their happiness. 

“They’re adorable.” A woman’s voice made Hobi glance to his right, as another mother arrived at the park, putting on her squirming daughter’s coat as she addressed him, the boys arriving once again, at the bottom of the slide. 

“Thanks.” Hobi replied, offered her a bright grin, as she straightened with a sigh, finally released her impatient daughter onto the playground. 

“I don’t know how you do it. I’m exhausted just with one.” The woman smiled, as she watched her daughter climb up after the boys toward the slide. 

“Ah.” Hobi waved his hand at her in a casual manner as he watched the boys carefully, making sure they weren’t pushing or shoving each other on the ladder. “You get used to it. It was definitely an adjustment at first though.” He laughed, briefly remembering when the two of you had found out you’d be having twins, and how surprised you both were. 

“Well, enjoy your day.” The woman gave him a little wave and retreated to one of the benches underneath the shade of a tree outside the ring of the park. 

“Daddy, daddy!” Korain emerged from the slide once again, excitedly running over to his father, Kyong emerging shortly after and following on his heels as they both came to a stop in front of Hobi, reaching for his hands. “Come down the slide with us!” 

“Ah! Do you think I’ll fit?” Hobi teased, as they dragged him toward the ladder that led to the tall slide. 

“We’re superheros, remember?” Kyong spoke up, pushing him up the ladder in front of them. “We can MAKE you fit.” 

Hobi laughed, reaching the platform of the slide, and waiting for the boys to join him, he motioned to the slide, as he said, “You guys go first. So I know it’s not scary.” 

“It’s not scary, daddy.” Korain said seriously, as he planted himself at the top of the slide, glancing over his shoulder as he said, “See?” and then he disappeared down the tube. 

“Yeah, and we’ll catch you at the bottom, daddy.” Kyong was next, sitting down in the mouth of the slide, confident in his and his brother’s ability to catch their father at the end of the ride. 

He disappeared down the slide, and Hobi took his place, long legs stretched out into the darkness before him, as he called down to the unseen twins, “Okay! I’m coming! You guys ready to catch me?” 

“We’re ready!” Their voices chorused up from below, and Hobi grinned to himself, as he pushed himself off and down the slide, bending his legs so that they wouldn’t jam into the walls of the obviously child sized attraction. 

Reaching the end, he slid off the end of the slide into the twin’s outstretched arms, holding himself up by his arms so as not to crush them, as they all tumbled to the ground in a pile of limbs and legs, the twins laughing wildly. 

“Hey, you guys said you’d catch me!” Hobi scolded teasingly, as he tickled the still downed twins’ sides. 

“Again, again!” Korain squealed, heaving himself to his feet, Kyong right behind him, leaving their father no time to catch his breath, before he two, was following them back up to the top of the slide, to once again, go again. 

KIM NAMJOON

Moon-soo held tightly to Namjoon’s fingers, slightly unsure, as he stood at the very edge of the ocean, the incoming surf barely washing over the tops of his feet, as he watched the waves with uncertainty, but also with curiosity. 

“The ocean’s cool, huh, Moonie?” Namjoon asked his son, crouching down beside him, the boy’s small hand still resting against his large palm for reassurance. 

“Uh huh.” Moon-soo, still distracted by the waves and the feeling of shifting sand beneath his feet, didn’t look up at his father as he answered. “Why does it go in and out?” He asked, making a wave motion with his free hand. 

“Well, it’s science.” Namjoon said, trying to think of a way to explain the tide to a three year old. “The moon, that we see in the sky at night, yeah?” He bit his lip, watching as Moon-soo continued to stare at the surf as if mesmerized, although he nodded to let his father know he was listening, so Namjoon continued. “Well, the moon pulls at the earth, and that’s what makes the waves.” 

“Oh.” Moon-soo replied simply, before he finally glanced at his father and asked, “What lives in there?” 

“Oh, lots of things.” Namjoon said, settling down to a cross legged position on the wet sand, as the waves once again returned, washing up against his thighs and and calves. Moon-soo hesitated, watching his father sit bravely in the water, and then he carefully lowered himself down beside Namjoon, as he explained, “There’s fish and seals and plants and jelly fish and crabs. Look.” 

Namjoon dug into the sand beneath the waves and pulled out a small seashell, pressing it into his son’s hand, as he looked down at it with bright wonder lit in his dark eyes, causing Namjoon to smile slightly at his awe. “That’s a shell. Something used to live in it, but it’s empty now.” 

“It’s pretty.” Moon-soo turned the shell over and over in his small fingers, before he looked up at his father, his eyes lighting up, as he said excitedly, “I’m going to bring it back to show Mommy and baby Hana!” 

“I think that’s a great idea, Moonie.” Namjoon replied, as he watched his son tuck the shell carefully into the pocket of his swim shorts. “Mommy and baby Hana will really like that.” 

There was silence for a moment, as they sat there, the sound of seagulls loud against the soft sound of the waves washing in and out across the sandy beach, and then Moon-soo sighed, his own fingers digging into the sand, as he asked, “Why couldn’t mommy come with us? She always comes with us to the beach.” 

“Well, Moonie.” Namjoon found another shell, handing it to Moon-soo for his collection, as he pondered the best thing to say in the situation. 

Moon-soo had always been bright for his age, you had always said he was smart, just like Namjoon, which wasn’t a bad thing, but it definitely made him more aware of when someone, usually his parents, were trying to bullshit him. It was just easier to tell him the truth about things. 

“Remember how mommy and daddy had to go to the hospital to have baby Hana?” At his son’s nod, Namjoon pressed forward, digging around in the sand beside him absentmindedly for more treasures as he spoke. “Well, having baby Hana was really hard on mommy’s body. And so she needs to stay home to rest a lot until she feels better.” He reached out, rustling his son’s hair affectionately. “But that just means you and I get to spend some time together until Baby Hana and Mommy can come with us again, okay?” 

“Okay.” Moon-soo seemed to accept his father’s explanation. 

After another few moments of silence, Namjoon’s fingers closed around something, buried in the sand, and he said, his voice slightly excited as he turned to his son, “Moonie. Look at this.” 

Moon-soo leaned toward him, face expectant, and Namjoon held out his hand, uncurling his fingers carefully to reveal a tiny hermit crab nestled in his large palm. As father and son watched, the crab came out of its shell-delicately swirled with pink and ivory-and waved its eye stalks, as spindly legs moved across Namjoon’s skin. 

“Wow.” Moon-soo said, reaching out to put a delicate finger on the crab’s shell, as it ducked back inside to evade his touch. “Can we take that to show mommy?”

“This guy has to stay here.” Namjoon explained, as he carefully lowered the crab back to its home in the wet sand. “This is his home. But we can definitely find some more shells to take home to mommy.” 

“Okay.” Moon-soo said happily, as they both began to sift through the sand once again, looking for only the prettiest of shells to bring home to you. 

PARK JIMIN

“Yunnie, Yunnie, Yunnie.” 

Jimin paused in his coloring, crayon clenched between his fingers, to glance over at his daughter, happily scribbling on her own side of the paper, as she hummed her newly learned name over and over under her breath. 

Her dark hair, pulled up into messy pigtails, fell over her forehead and into her eyes, as her tiny pink lips, so much like his own, were pursed in toddleresque concentration, purple crayon held awkwardly between small fingers, as she scrawled nonsense pictures across the paper. 

“Yun Hee, that’s right, that’s your name, baby girl.” Jimin said as she continued to repeat her name in almost song like form, her two year old voice varying in pitch, as she looked up at his words with bright eyes, a grin stretching to reveal tiny, white teeth. 

“What’s my name, Yun Hee?” Taehyung, his forehead damp with sweat, hair slicked back from the heavy dance practice he had just completed, slid down onto the practice room floor beside Jimin, leaning his back against the wall, as he took a long swig from his water bottle, waiting for the girl’s reply. 

Yun Hee, glancing up from her coloring to stare at her uncle, her gaze flickering between him and her father, who lay across from her on his stomach on the floor, thought for a moment, before she exclaimed brightly, and without hesitation, “Un-Tae!” 

“Uncle Tae! That’s right, baby.” Jimin said proudly, reaching out to tug at one of her full cheeks, causing her to giggle at the action. 

“Damn, I miss when my kid was that age.” Taehyung commented, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. 

“Oh yeah?” Jimin glanced up from the coloring he had resumed, Yun Hee once again singing her name to herself, as she doodled happily across from him. “You thinking about having another one, Tae?” 

“Yeah, right.” Taehyung snorted, rolling his eyes at his brother. “As if. My wife would kill me.” 

Jimin grinned, thinking of you, and how done you were with this pregnancy, and as he turned back to the picture, he said with amusement, “I think (Y/N)’s actually going to kill me for making her do this again. She’s thrown up everyday since we found out.” 

“Yikes.” Taehyung grimaced, his gaze moving once again to Yun Hee, a boxy grin taking over his features as he watched her, lost in her own toddler world. “However, you should tell her that we all appreciate her being willing to bring another Jimin kid into the world. Because Park kids, as we can see, “ He motioned to Yun Hee, “are cute as hell.” 

“They are indeed.” Jimin mused, his gaze also falling to his daughter, a fond smile lighting up his face as he watched her, brow furrowed in concentration, looking so much like you when you were focused on something. “Actually, Tae.” He continued, his voice thoughtful as he pulled his cellphone out of his back pocket, flashing Taehyung a dangerous grin, as he pressed your contact. “You should tell (Y/N) that. I think she’ll really appreciate it.” 

“Jimin.” Taehyung’s face dropped with worry, as he saw your name come up on Jimin’s screen, ringing echoing loudly over the speakers in the empty room. “You told me yourself she’s not in a good mood. I don’t want to die today.” 

“Hello?” 

Your voice came over the speaker, and Taehyung swiped his hands across his neck, trying to tell Jimin to abort, although he blatantly ignored his friend’s actions, as he said cheerfully, “Hey, baby! Just calling to check on you! How’re you feeling?” 

Jimin shot a look at his brother, as your groan could be heard through the phone, and then you whined in annoyance, “Jiminie, I swear, I have puked up everything I’ve ever eaten in my life today. There’s nothing left. I’m going to die and this baby, courtesy of you, will be responsible.” 

“Hey, baby.” Jimin said, after you had finished your rant, raising his brow at a now very obviously panicked Taehyung. “Tae is here with me. He has something he wants to tell you.” 

“Mommy?” Yun Hee, having left her coloring, settled into Jimin’s lap, pointing toward the phone and your voice, her face questioning. 

“Yeah, baby girl, it’s mommy! Say hi to mommy, Yun Hee!” Jimin said, holding the phone down for an instance so your daughter could hear you. 

“Hi, princess!” Your voice called through the phone, followed by the sound of kisses pressed to the receiver. “Be good for daddy, okay?” There was a pause, and then, “Tae, you wanted to tell me something?” 

Yun Hee, no longer interested, toddled back over to her picture, and Taehyung reluctantly took the phone from Jimin’s hand, as he glared at the older brother, before saying hesitantly, “Hey, (Y/N). Sorry about the puking. That sounds shitty.” 

“It is.” 

Taehyung swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, as he shot a grinning Jimin a pleading look, before sighing, and saying in defeat, “I just wanted to tell you thank you for your service. Yun Hee is the cutest, and I’m glad you’re willing to suffer to bring another Park baby into the world.” 

There was silence, and then your voice, deadly serious, came through the phone. “Taehyung. I appreciate the fact that you think my kids are pretty. But next time I see you, I’m going to barf directly on those expensive Gucci slippers you love so much.” 

“Okay, gotta go, bye (Y/N)!” Taehyung threw the phone back at Jimin and scrambled to his feet, hurrying from the room as Jimin laughed at his reaction, your own chuckles joining his after a brief moment, as Yun Hee colored on happily in the background. 

KIM TAEHYUNG

Taehyung took another bite of his mall pretzel, and washing it down with a swig of his smoothie, he glanced again over at his daughter, who wasn’t her normal self, as she quietly moved her food around her plate. 

“Ara.” Taehyung said with a sigh, setting down his drink, as his daughter met his eyes reluctantly. “What’s going on? You usually love our weekly dates.” 

“I know, dad, it’s not that.” Ara sighed heavily, shifting uncomfortably in her chair, the bags of new clothes and shoes rustling at her feet, courtesy of said shopping trip and weekly date with her father. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” 

Taehyung knew that he should keep prodding her, that he shouldn’t let this go, but also, another part of him didn’t want to pry. He wanted his daughter to trust him, to confide in him, but what if she did and he was completely out of his depth? What if she needed to ask about periods or something else that you would handle far better than he could? 

Another sigh from across the table, churro still untouched in front of her, and Taehyung decided he needed to ask again. 

“Ara. What’s going on? Did something happen at school?” His tone, serious, turned lighter, as he motioned to her uneated dessert. “Come on, sweetheart. You usually love churros.” 

“It’s just.” Ara started, and then hesitated, her dark eyes, so much like Taehyung’s, swirling with conflict, her young face reflecting the indecision she felt in the moment. “There’s this boy.” She said finally, with another sigh, not looking her father in the eye. 

“Oh.” Was all Taehyung said, although his insides had clenched a little at her answer. He was happy she was opening up to him, but boys? She was in middle school. He hadn’t been prepared to be having this discussion this early, and deep down, honestly, he hadn’t ever wanted to have this discussion, because that would mean his little girl was growing up. “What about this boy?” 

“He’s just in my homeroom at school.” Ara continued, as she finally took a small bite of her churro, glancing around the mall self consciously as she did so, as if said boy would suddenly appear. “His name is Woonho.” 

“Okay, Woonho.” Taehyung repeated, trying to be casual, as he took another drink from his smoothie. 

“Anyway, I like him, but so does Tessa.” Ara explained, tangling and untangling her fingers together nervously, in a habit she had picked up from you. She was a spitting image of her father, but she had always taken after you in mannerisms. 

“And you can’t both like him?” Taehyung asked, feeling out of his depth, as Ara shot him a horrified look following his innocent question. 

“No, dad!” She said, annoyance clear in her tone, as she rubbed her worn sneakers together in irritation under the cafe table. “We can’t both like him. Because the midyear dance is coming up, and he can only ask one of us.” 

“Ah.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of his chin, suddenly realizing what the problem was. “So there’s a dance, and you want him to ask you, but you think he’ll ask Tessa?” 

“I don’t know.” Ara exclaimed in exasperation, throwing out her hands, as she slumped lower in her chair. “Although he’ll probably ask Tessa.” She grumbled out, brows lowering into a frown. 

“Okay, look.” Taehyung leaned forward once again in his seat, eyes on his daughter, as he offered her a gentle smile, her gaze finally meeting his. “Ara, I’m going to give you a piece of advice that someone gave me when I was interested in your mom, okay?” 

She nodded, and he continued. “You can never assume anything. You don’t know if someone likes you if you don’t ask them. Humans aren’t mind readers, we weren’t made to be. So, if you’re interested in someone, the best thing to do is simply ask they if they’re interested in you back.” 

Her brow furrowed in thought, and then she asked, slight disbelief in her voice, “So you’re telling me, you just walked up and asked mom straight out if she liked you?” 

“Yup.” Taehyung replied simply, sucking his straw back into his mouth as he took another swig of smoothie, his eyes still on his daughter’s befuddled face. 

“No way.” She said, still not believing him. 

“Yes way.” Taehyung pointed at her, his voice confident, as he stated, “I asked your mom point blank if she liked me, and here we are, years later, married, with the greatest kid in the world.” 

The corners of Ara’s mouth lifted slightly at her father’s words, and then she asked hesitantly, “So I should just ask Woonho who he likes? Me or Tessa?” 

At her father’s nod, something in her face steeled, and she said, her voice much lighter now than before, “Okay. I’ll talk to him on Monday.” 

“That’s my girl.” Taehyung said proudly, as he stood from the table, gathering their shopping bags. “Now. Let’s go and find you a dress for this dance.” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

“Daeseok, look buddy! Do you see the elephant? Do you see it?” Jungkook asked excitedly, holding his infant son higher in his arms, so that the baby could see the large gray animal in the enclosure before them. 

It was a Saturday, and you had had to work unexpectedly, but Jungkook had jumped at the chance to spend time with his son on his own, ignoring your protestations that the zoo was still a little old for Daeseok, and so here they were, father and son, happily watching the elephants with bright eyes. 

“Look at his trunk, son. Look how he eats the hay.” Jungkook said, his eyes never leaving the elephants, easily just as enamored as the baby in his arms at the sight. 

When he finally pulled himself away from the elephant enclosure, Jungkook shifted the baby’s weight in his arms, adjusting the tiny beanie that covered his son’s head, as the spring air was still a bit nippy, and asked, “What should we see next, Daeseok? The small animals?” 

Carrying the baby easily to the next building along the walkway of the large zoo, Jungkook pushed through the doors, the warmth washing around father and son, as they entered the building that held all the smaller animals in the zoo. 

Walking to the first glass encapsulated display, Jungkook gently tapped his finger against the glass, looking down at the baby in his arms, whose bright eyes were staring up at his father, as he smiled and said gently, “Look, look at the monkeys! See how they swing from the trees?” 

They stood there for another moment, the baby staring at his father, Jungkook staring at the monkeys, and then they moved on, the next display holding a number of squawking and fluttering brightly colored parrots, as they fought over places on branches. 

Jungkook looked down at his son, the noise and screeches of the birds finally having drawn Daeseok’s attention away from his father, and he watched, with wide, glassy eyes, as one of the parrots flew in front of the glass, delayed baby gaze following the bright splash of colors as it passed them by. 

Next, Jungkook crouched down in front of a low wall, the other side of the barrier made to look like a segment of forest, and as they watched, the pink, twitch nose of a bunny came into view, followed by the small animal’s fluffy body as it came out of its hiding space and into clear view, resting on its back legs as it studied Jungkook and the baby with brown orbs. 

“That’s a bunny, son. Mommy says that’s what daddy looks like.” Jungkook said, slight exasperation in his tone, as he watched the quivering whiskers of the rabbit, head cocked. “I don’t see it though.” He said stubbornly, as he stood, knees creaking as he straightened. “I think I’m more of a lion, myself.” 

They continued on, through the rest of the small animal building, Jungkook pointing out snakes and alligators and meerkats, to the enamored baby in his arms, nestled in the crook of his father’s elbow, as he watched his father’s face with unwavering gaze. 

“What’s next?” Jungkook asked, manuevering around with his free arm in the backpack, as he pulled out the wrinkled map of the large zoo. “The big cats? Yeah?” He bounced the baby slightly in his arms, long strides headed toward the corner of the zoo that held the lions and tigers and jaguars. 

When they reached the section, Daeseok had begun to fuss in Jungkook’s arms, and looking down at the face of the baby, features screwed up in obvious distress, Jungkook said, snapping his fingers in realization, “You’re hungry, huh, buddy? Let’s find a place to sit for awhile.” 

Finding a bench to the side of the tiger exhibit, Jungkook dug around in the bag until he found the bottle you had packed, and satisfied that the breastmilk you had pumped before they left was still warm enough, he popped off the lid and stuck the nipple into Daeseok’s searching mouth. 

The baby fussed for a moment longer, struggling to latch to the nipple, and then he quieted, as he began to suck down the milk contentedly between small, pink lips. 

“There you go, buddy.” Jungkook said quietly, settling back into the hard bench, as he ran  finger down the baby’s soft cheek. “You prefer the actual thing though, don’t you?” He chuckled, referencing Daeseok’s obvious preference of breast over bottle, saying jokingly to his son, “I don’t blame you, son. Not one bit.” 

As the baby suckled happily in his arms, Jungkook let his gaze drift over to the majestic form of the tiger, stalking along the glass of its enclosure, its black stripes stark against its orange fur, mouth open to reveal long, white fangs, as it watched the zoo goers with predatory, yellow eyes. 

“Bunny, my ass.” Jungkook grumbled beneath his breath in slight irritation, as he shifted on the hard bench, looking down at his contentedly eating son in his arms. 

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