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It took a total of fifty-five minutes to walk to the nearest convenience store.
Ten minutes were spent leisurely walking there; Seokjin enjoyed the momentary reprieve from the mess at home. Another five was spent browsing through the products and trying to remember what he needed. Two-point-five was spent frozen in place, realising in horror that it was Sunyoung and only Sunyoung left with the baby. ( So many scenarios could be played out in those precious few minutes -- leave it with the huge dogs, for one, or accidentally leave it on top of a high place. ) The rest of those precious five minutes were spent running like hell out of the convenience store, back home to where the baby and its mother was. It didn’t matter if the baby was immortal like them; Jinri would kick their asses ( his, especially ) if anything happened to their child.
“Suny --! What...the hell.”
Out of all the things he expected to see, it was not Sunyoung kneeling on the floor, raising their baby up -- tomato sauce smeared across its forehead -- and Lion King playing on the TV.
“NAAAAAAAAAAANTS INGONYAAAMA BAGATHI BABAAA.”
Seokjin loved Sunyoung’s voice. Usually. Just not when their child has been turned into Simba. Sunyoung didn’t even look at him, fully absorbed in the opening sequence.
Of course, this took up all of Seokjin’s attention ( as bizarre as it was ), and he hadn’t even realised he’d been smiling ( probably in relief that nothing remotely bad happened ) until Sunyoung finished with the opening scene and looked at him. Their baby was so cute Seokjin just couldn’t find it in himself to be mean.
“Back already?” She took one look at him, and tilted her head to the side. Their child, as if knowing that its mother would do this, followed suit. “Where’s the food?”
“Heheh -- what? Oh, the food.” He rubbed the back of his neck, almost -- almost -- apologetic. “Right. I got distracted. Hey -- ”
The next five minutes were spent kissing Sunyoung, then kissing the top of their baby’s head. Just like this, it felt like a human family; it felt almost normal, if it wasn’t for the ketchup and the dogs barking at their feet and Lion King playing obnoxiously loud in the background.
“C’mon,” he urged, pulling away after another quick kiss. “Come with me? It’s a nice day out for a walk.”
“Can we bring the dogs?”
Of course she would ask that. “Mhm. And uh -- I think you should clean up the baby.” He leaned down a little, and a small, chubby hand patted his face, and laughed like its father was the biggest joke in the world. “And its attitude. Ugh.”
“You just look weird.”
“Nuh-uh! You look weird!”
And another twelve-point-five minutes arguing.
And another five to get ready to get out of the house.
( Two to go back and grab the keys because one of them -- definitely not him! -- had forgotten it. )
All Seokjin wanted was some food. But he supposed a family to enjoy it with afterwards was a pretty good deal, too.
