#dad!seokjin

[haarrrys]

‘BTS FICS !

KIM NAMJOON

KIM TAEHYUNG

MIN YOONGI

KIM SEOKJIN [ in the works !]

[EVERYTHING STILL IN THE WORKS ! ]

[MORE MEMBERS COMING SOON ! ]

[stay-tiny2021]

Dad!BTS Birthdays

namjoon (rm)

Chaeyoung — February 21

Jinwoo — January 31

jin

Miyoung — October 30

Kyungmi — April 19

Changmin — May 25

yoongi (suga)

Jaesang — October 28

Hwayoung — April 11

hoseok (j-hope)

Taeyang — December 16

Minho — May 26

jimin

Byeol — July 20

Moonsun — August 3

Nari — March 14

taehyung (v)

Hyunwoo & Dae — February 20

Beomsoo — September 24

Nabi — December 4

jungkook

Minseok — December 8

Jinhwan — September 7

Areum — January 28

[likeastarstar]

3:00 PM- Seokjin

(A/N: for the anon who requested stressed out! OC and new parent! jin . This was a really sweet request and I loved writing it! Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated.)

Need more diapers. When's the last time someone did the dishes? Running out of clean clothes too...did Jin remember to use the sensitive skin detergent?

You groaned, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair quickly and rushing out of the shower. You couldn't even shower without thinking of the endless list of things you should be doing instead- but your newborn threw up in your hair and it was either shower now or shave your hair off completely.

Showering was the right decision.

People had warned you that parenting was hard, but no one told you that it would make you want to scream out multiple expletives that were now not allowed in your house since you had a baby and babies had sponges for brains apparently and if you said the word fuck out loud, they'd grow up into a psychopath which would also be your fault.

Parenting was really fucking hard though.

You toweled off half of your body and pulled on the nearest pair of clean clothes you could find. You were about to rush out of the bathroom when you caught your reflection in the mirror. Regret flooded your body instantly, your nose scrunching as you took in how rough you looked.

It had been a month since you gave birth but it looked like you had been through a zombie apocalypse, dark under eye circles lining your eyes and your hair was all over the place. You were grateful for your body, having given you a beautiful baby, but you felt bad for yourself. You wished you could turn off the part of you that needed things like sleep or food or clean underwear. This would be so much easier if you were a robot.

It's not like you were alone in this, Seokjin was more than helpful- but he was just as tired as you. You vaguely remember that he had also gotten vomited on but urged you to shower first, guilt washing over your body all over again. You were crying before you really realized it, the stress building up in a surge of hormones and exhaustion.

You pushed it aside and tried to wipe the tears away, walking to the living room to tell Seokjin he could go shower.

Instead, you turned to see him standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a deep frown, watching you try to hide the fact that you were definitely on the verge of loosing your shit.

"Where's the baby?" You asked automatically, ignoring the tears still rolling down your cheeks in hopes he would do the same.

"My mom offered to babysit for the rest of the day, I said yes." He explained, still frowning. "Come here."

"Wait- she shouldn't have to babysit, I can do it-"

"No, you need a break," He insisted, placing his hands flat on your shoulder. He looked down at you with concern and empathy in his eyes, which only made you feel worse because he was just as tired as you, just as stressed out.

"Stop," You snapped, lashing out despite yourself. "I can't just take a break from being a mother- that's not really how it works."

"You're human and she's offering," Jin argued, his tone suddenly sharper. "I said you're taking a break- you're taking a break. We're not fighting about this."

You frowned up at him, angry tears falling from your eyes. You wanted to argue but you were too tired to formulate a good enough rebuttal, instead you let him push you into a chair as he stood behind you with a wide toothed comb, sifting through the rat's nest that was your hair. He ran through your hair slowly, carefully deconstructing every kink and knot and working hair oil into the ends. He blow dried it afterwards, humming the entire time as if you hadn't just thrown a temper tantrum.

"You have to take care of yourself, you're important- to me and our baby." He mumbled when he had finished, braiding your hair patiently.

"I can't be selfish anymore," You argued weakly, "There's more important things than haircare."

"It's not about your hair- it's about feeling like yourself," Jin reminded, "I didn't read all of those books about parenting for no reason, all of them said that this kind of thing happens after the baby comes. It's easy to lose yourself in how stressful parenting is, but you have me to remind you that you're important too- okay? So just take the rest of the day for yourself- sleep for as long as you want, my mom brought food over so you can eat when you're hungry."

"What about you?" You mumbled, looking up at him. He looked tired himself- handsome as ever, but tired. He smiled down at you sweetly, leaning down to kiss you lightly.

"I'll be sleeping right next to you- just gotta shower first," He grinned.

"I'll blow dry your hair after!" You offered, eyes suddenly lighting up.

Jin laughed and nodded, kissing you once more before turning to go shower. You pulled the braid over your shoulder and played with it idly, staring at yourself in the mirror again. Unlike before, you looked a little bit more like yourself- tired, but happy.

You still had a lot on your plate and your to-do list was still running long in the back of your mind, but at the very least you decided to press pause on it for a moment and make a new to-do list: one only with you and Seokjin on it.

masterlist.

[yeongandbts]

does anyone know the title of the fake texts (i think it was a fake text story) btsxY/N story where y/n is a florist and jin is a dad? And yoongi is obsessed with cryptids like big foot?

i loved that story but i forgot the name of it and who created it 🥲 please help me..

[writersrealmbts]

Protect Them-Hybrid AU: Part 10/Finale

Description: Safe with Me Sequel! You work two days a week teaching kids the joys of learning and reading, your favorites being the triplets. When the triplet’s adopted older brother is the one that starts picking them up, you’re not sure what life just handed you but you’re pretty sure it’s just another little slice of heaven. Hoseok x Reader.

Warnings: I don’t even know, if you do, let me know and I’ll change the warnings.

Posted: 02/27/2019

Tags: Hybrid!au, hybrid!Hoseok, Safe With Me Sequel

Angst with fluffs: 2,016 words

A/N: We’re here. The end of this particular arc of the series. I still have a holiday request to fulfill (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know how the story was going to go and it would have messed up my ability to finish the story) for Hobi and reader, but that might be a while. I’m also working on finishing up a story I’ve had in my drafts for a while that didn’t go quite like I planned, but it should be fun. I’ve been pretty focused on editing and posting Army Medics on Ao3, so I haven’t done much in the way of some of my WIPs. Also, we got three feet of snow this past weekend, so there’s even more snow than before. My car was buried. Anywho: Thank you everyone who has read it and given me feedback, thanks for the likes, the comments, everything. I’m sorry it took so long for me to finish this series (I posted the prologue on Oct. 5th and the first part on Nov. 14th), but thanks for sticking with me for the journey! I love you all.

“Are you sure?” “Yeah. I’m sure. I mean, it’s a nice place and it’s actually not far from here. There’s a bus I can take to get to work, which will give me time to read.” You smiled down at the baby in your arms. “They’re adorable, Emma.” “I know.” She grinned down at her son, Jaehyun. “Is Aimi asleep?” “Yeah, she is,” You replied, setting her into the cradle before looking at Emma. “I should get going.” She set Jaehyun next to Ami, smiling as they curled into each other with soft, puppy-like sounds. You made a soft sound. “That’s adorable.” “Isn’t it? I missed when the triplets used to do this,” She lightly brushed their heads, then sat back and looked at you. “Have you talked to Hobi?” You shook your head. “No.” She nodded a little, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Are you going to?” You looked at your hands in your lap. “I…I don’t know.” She didn’t say anything more, simply rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. You looked up as Jungkook knocked lightly on the doorframe. “Hey, your bag is in Hobi’s car because he’s insisting on driving you.” You took in a deep breath, then nodded. “Okay, thank you.” He nodded, hesitating in the doorway before disappearing into the hallway. You got up and stretched. “Oh, time for another few hours of torture.” She laughed softly. “Don’t be so melodramatic. This give you the chance to talk to him. If it doesn’t go well, call me. Okay?” You nodded and hugged her. “Thank you for everything, Emma.” She hugged you tightly, then released. “I’m so glad you’re better.” “Well, as much as I can get better, yeah.” You sighed, smiling. The doctors said it was likely that now that they had started, you would continue to have seizures, probably for the rest of your life, and your vision in your left eye still fluctuated between blurry and blind, but your leg was fully functioning now. You were still not allowed to run and it still got tired long before your other did and would get sore, especially at night, but you could put weight on it and move. The triplets all nuzzled into your neck at once when you went to hug Nari goodbye first, causing you to laugh softly. “Why are you leaving?” Minsu asked, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder since Kaemon was blocking your neck. “Because I have to go back to living in my own place now that I’m all better,” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which prompted the other two to whine for kisses as well. Adorable. “But I like you being here,” Nari said. “Everything is good! I have a baby sister, and I have you and Hobi, and Eomma and Appa!” “And a baby brother,” You added. “I already had brothers, now I have a sister!” She said dramatically. “Be excited about both. Just think about it, one more kid to play with. You love your brothers.” She grinned at them. “I do.” Minsu giggled and playfully tackled her to the ground, rubbing his nose against hers. “You better.” Kaemon flopped on top of both, earning groans and giggly protests. Jin chuckled, watching them carefully from a distance. “Lunch is ready, pups.” “Food!” Minsu cheered. “Get off me! There’s food!” “He’s asleep. Again!” Nari let out a dramatic groan of disbelief. You laughed at their antics, standing and receiving the hugs from Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin. “I’ll see you on Monday,” Jin said, patting your shoulder. “It really was a pleasure having you with us. Don’t be a stranger.” “I’ll try not to be,” You answered, smiling and walking toward the door. Hoseok waved to his family, then followed you out. You two were almost to the summer house, your sister having left everything to you, when you finally broke the heavy silence. “I could’ve taken a taxi,” You started. He shook his head. “I won’t feel comfortable unless I know you’re okay.” “Right, because you feel responsible for me after seeing me get hurt,” You murmured, looking out the window. Anywhere but him. It was quiet again. “Wha…whe…” He made a couple more sounds like he wanted to ask a question before falling silent after a quiet and meaningful, “Oh.” You wouldn’t even look at him after he had parked in front of the house. He just sat in the drivers seat as you got out and went to the trunk to get your bag. You knocked on the trunk and he seemed to flinch before moving and popping the trunk, quickly getting out of the car. You carried the bag inside, even though you could sort of tell that he wanted to carry it for you. But you weren’t hurt anymore. He followed you inside. You set the bag on the couch and gestured around. “There. Happy? I’m safe.” He looked at you with surprise. “Y/n…can I talk to you? Sit with me?” “We sat in silence the whole ride, and you want to talk now?” He nodded, coming over and taking your hand, guiding you to sit beside him. “In the car, you said something about me feeling responsible for you after seeing you get hurt.” “I was just—” “Repeating what I said, that day in the bathroom back when you first got hurt. The day you were sick. I told you that.” He nodded. He seemed nervous. “I told you that my instincts went crazy after seeing you get hurt, and having your blood on me from carrying you to the hospital. But there was more to it. Sure, that’s enough to make a hybrid protective and attached…but when that happens and it’s someone that you like…really, really like…as in…romantically…well, it’s about ten times worse.” “Why are you—” “Not yet. Just, listen. Please. Hybrids can generally tell from a few interactions if someone they’re interested in could be a potential mate. We fall in love quickly. Easily. I’m not an exception. And seeing you that first day, with the kids? And then every time I saw you again…I got there early that day because I was hoping I could talk to you before your shift ended. Then the tornado, and the way you protect the kids. Risking yourself, getting hurt and then rubbing yourself on me so that hte kids wouldn’t notice my fear scent as much…” He was smiling warmly. “How could I not love someone as kind and caring as you?” Holy. Crap. You stared at him, unable to think of a proper response. “Then you got hurt. The guilt I felt…the anger…I couldn’t protect you, or keep you safe, because we were both trying to protect the kids and that led to you getting hurt and it killed me. Because I had to choose and I wanted to choose you, but it was too late and I knew that I would never be able to forgive myself if the kids…and you were so alone…” He was starting to get a little fragmented. “I know you think caring for you was burdensome and unflattering, but honestly, I’ve never really been happier because I got to be close to you and try and help you get better. And you did. And while there were times when you were discouraged you always put up a cheerful front for the pups and…taking care of them with you that week that all that crazy stuff happened was honestly the best week of my life because I got to pretend that we were really together, that they were our kids and we were in love and I had to tell you that I love you because if I don’t I think I might go crazy.” You blinked rapidly at him. “I love you. I love your stubbornness and compassion, and the way you sleep is adorable.” He was holding both of your hands. You weren’t even sure if you were blinking anymore. “Please tell me you aren’t having a seizure while I’m explaining all of this because I might cry if you are.” “I’m not,” You said softly, finally dragging your gaze from him to try and process everything. “That punk.” “What?” “Jungkook. He couldn’t have just said that I was being stupid and that you liked me too. I’ve been driving myself crazy, over something I could have had months ago because of you and your stupid explanations about hybrids and their sense of duty,” You hit him with a couch pillow. “Are you kidding me?! Do you realize, I’ve been tearing myself apart inside thinking that you, the most amazing man I have ever known, saw me as nothing more than your patient and that I would never stand a chance with you. I stopped almost every fantasy, I shunned every niggling idea of something more because…” You let out a shout of frustration. “I love you too, idiot.” He grinned and pulled you to him, lips pressed to yours in a kiss that you wouldn’t forget anytime soon. He had to be a god. “So much better than I thought it would be,” He murmured, kissing you several more times afterward. “Shh,” You scolded, locking onto his lips again. His lips parted from yours, kissing the scar on your face. “I’m moving in. You shouldn’t live alone when you could have a seizure at any time.” “Ok.” “I have to be at Emma and Jin’s before Jin goes to the Sanctuary, so you can ride with me to the house and then with Jin to the Sanctuary.” He tucked his head into your neck. “Mmmm,” You responded semi-coherently. “You’re stuck with me forever.” “However will I manage?” Your response was half-heartedly sarcastic and rhetorical, earning a chuckle from him. He kissed you again. “I’m mating you tonight.” You smiled up at him. The man that had driven you crazy for the past four months. “Fine, but you only have three years before I insist on having kids.” He grinned. “Sounds perfect.” He kissed you again, soft and sweet, then pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you.” “I love you too. More than you could ever imagine.” Maybe life wasn’t perfect and you had lost a lot, but you had Hoseok. “What did you say that night?” “What night?” “The night Emma and Jin went to the hospital to have the twins. I said they’ve got good genes, and you said something else, but I was half-asleep.” He pulled you into his arms completely, laying down with you after kicking your suitcase off of the couch. He was mostly on top of you, forehead pressed against your temple. “I said that ours would be cuter.” Nevermind. Everything bad was worth this perfect moment with him. “So…did you actually want to wait three years, or was that just in case I wanted to wait a few years? Cause, I’ve sort of had to deal with watching and imagining you as the mom to my pups so…” “Oh, that was totally for you, I’ve had baby fever ever since you said ‘our kids’ when I told you to tell people that the triplets were your kids.” “I don’t need the years.” “Then we’ll discard the years.” “Do you need time to adjust to the idea of us being in a relationship?” “Now that I look back on it, aside from the whole sex, sleeping together, and romance we were basically a married couple so not much really changes except I can stop torturing myself.” You nodded. “Huh. I guess you’re right.” “Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “This is really comfortable.” “It is,” You agreed, yawning. “Nap time?” “Totally nap time.” He wiggled a little, getting more comfortable, fluffy tail covering your legs as well as his. “Goodnight, y/n. Love you.” “Goodnight, Hobi.” His hold on you tightened and he grinned. You pressed a chaste little kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

Masterlist.  ~  Part 9.  ~  Masterpost. ~ Specials: Next

Tagged: @jiminslye @musicandmusing @it-is-dana @kimmie113080 @bluebirdphantom

[bangtanlibraries]

serendipity (we bloom more as it aches) by yeowangautumn (1/1 | G | 12k)

main pairing: seokjin/yoongi

Jungkook is smart for his age. He knows this. His Daddy said so. He can see things beyond the mask and hear the truth under lies. It scares his Appa how smart he is that Jungkook decides to stay quiet with his observations.

“Heeyeon nana,” he whispers over his nanny’s story. They were reading The Great Gilly Hopkins that Jungkook got from his Uncle Namjoon.

Heeyeon smiles at him, tucking the boy in her arms. “Yes, Kookie?”

“Do Daddy and Appa love each other?” he innocently asks.

Heeyeon still has the smile but Jungkook could see the confusion swimming in her eyes. “Why yes, of course.”

That is a lie. Like the marriage photos of his parents in the living room or the family picture they took during Jungkook’s first birthday.

Everything is a lie and for the first time, Jungkook realizes that he is not the only one staying quiet with their observations.

Or in which Jungkook discovers that his parents were in an arranged marriage.

admin: this was so adorable, seeing baby jungkook try to get them together was so sweet

[nekumiko]

Singles Complex

Fandom: Bangtan Sonyeondan (BTS)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Rated: T

Words: 2, 457

Summary: 

Left a single dad after an incident. A divorcee who only gets to see his kid during summers and winters. A mother subject to prejudice for choosing to raise her child on her own.

And three young kids helping each other fight off the bitterness that the world is pitting against them.

A non-chronological recounting of their daily lives as they share one multiplex floor.

Chapters: 1/?

Request scenarios!

“Papa! Hurry up, please!” little Taehyung calls from outside the door.

“Just a minute, Tae.” Seokjin suppresses a sigh as he packs the sandwiches in the basket.

It’s one of those rare summer days where the sun does not shine too brightly, making it perfect for a picnic at the nearby park. But just at the prospect of going outside, seven-year-old Taehyung, as expected, had gotten too excited and restless, Seokjin finally opens the door before Taehyung could pull the knob loose from incessant shaking and turning.

Watching his child run towards the railings of their multiplex floor to look down at the street, Seokjin had instructed Taehyung to stay within his father’s line of sight.

As mischievous as the boy could get, Taehyung has never disobeyed him.

So just imagine Seokjin’s panic when he finally finishes packing and turns to see no Taehyung outside. It is short-lived, however, for he hears the voice of his child near the door.

As if sensing his father’s presence, Taehyung immediately turns around. “Papa! This is Jimin, our new neighbor!”

Chubby-cheeked, pouty-lipped Jimin seems to be the same age as Taehyung (albeit a bit shorter), so he had to have moved in with his parents. But the four-storey multiplex could only house three tenants in one floor, and the units in theirs are already occupied by an old couple and…  

Seokjin gives the little boy a gentle smile. “Jimin, are you sure this is your floor?”

Jimin nods and points to the slightly open door behind him. “I am staying with Dad for the summer.”

“’Dad?’” Seokjin’s eyes widen.

“Jimin?” an alarmed, deep voice calls from within the unit Jimin is referring to. “Jimin, where are you? Oh my GOD-“

Jimin hurries back to open the door wider.

“There you are!” Rushed footsteps sound against the tiles before the speaker appears, crouches in front of the boy, and holds him gently by the shoulders. “I—what did I tell you about—oh, never mind.” He smooths the child’s hair and breathes deeply.

“I’m sorry. I was talking to a friend.”

“A friend?” He follows Jimin’s stubby finger and finds the dumbfounded father-and-son from next door. “Oh.”

As if snapping out of a daze, Seokjin grins. “I can see the resemblance, Yoongi.”

Yoongi carries Jimin as he stands up, the child immediately coiling an arm around his neck. “Jimin, they would be your neighbors, Kim Seokjin and his kid, Taehyung. Hyung, this is Jimin, my son. Same age as Taehyung.”

Taehyung tugs at his dad’s hand to whisper(-shout), “So does that make him Min Jimin?” He snickers, feeling proud of putting two-and-two together and making a clever word play out of it like his dad.

“No, I’m Park Jimin,” Jimin weakly protests from his perch on his father’s arms.

“Huh?” Taehyung turns back to them. “How can that—“

“Taehyung,” Seokjin gently interrupts the boy, “I think we need to go now. Papa will explain things later, okay? Chopa should be waiting at the park by now, won’t he?”

At the mention of the corgi that a couple from the neighborhood takes for regular walks in the park, the crease in Taehyung’s forehead instantly disappears and he starts jumping up and down. “Chopa! You’re right, we have to go!” He then pulls his father along with him to the stairs, but pauses to look back at Jimin. “Sorry, Jiminie! I’ll see you later! Maybe you can come with us next time?”

Jimin looks at his own father.

Yoongi smiles softly – a sight that Taehyung and Seokjin would have marveled over in a different situation – at the boy, then turns to Taehyung. “Of course.”

Taehyung cheers, but gets told off by Seokjin for being rowdy at the top of the stairs. He apologizes with a giggle, and then holds tightly on the safety railings to descend one step at a time.

Seokjin, with one hand grasping Taehyung’s and the other holding their picnic basket, follows closely behind. He looks back at Yoongi and mouths an apology.

Yoongi acknowledges it with a nod before the older disappears from sight.

Jimin then buries his face onto his father’s neck.

“It’s okay. Taehyung is a good kid, so I’m sure he’ll understand.”

It had been seven years since Room 201 was rented to a newly-wed couple looking for a fresh start in Seoul. Right before the following year ends, the wife gives birth to a baby boy. But the family of three are only allowed happiness for three years, for the mother unfortunately gets caught in a fatal traffic accident on her way back to the multiplex, preventing her from ever going home.

Seokjin has raised Taehyung by himself since then. The incident had of course left the both of them broken, but Seokjin imagines how harder it is for Taehyung. Barely even halfway through his childhood, he had been forcibly stopped from receiving the love and care of a mother. Even so, this has made Taehyung grow into a perceptive and loving kid.

So it becomes no surprise to Seokjin and Yoongi – who had moved to the multiplex almost a year ago and has since been good friends with the older guy, but apparently not close enough to divulge the younger’s secret until today – that Jimin is given a comforting hug when he comes over the next day and tells non-forgetful Taehyung about his own parents’ divorce.

It’s a big word that Jimin has to struggle explaining, for he himself only knows a little about it (“Mama and Dad are now just friends, so I could only stay with Dad during summer and winter”).

No more questions are asked. Taehyung proceeds to introduce his stuffed toy friends, shows pictures of a big, white dog back home in Daegu named Soonshim, and gets both of them busy with coloring books.

(The day ends with Taehyung hugging his new friend again, whispering soft enough so the adults couldn’t hear, “Love and forgive your mom and dad, because it’s still wonderful to see both of them even if they’re not together anymore. Okay?”

Jimin nods and squeezes Taehyung tighter into the hug.)

Jimin and Taehyung have become inseparable, making Jimin’s first summer since the split bearable, and giving Taehyung his first friend who doesn’t ask too much about having only one parent.

“Papa, do you hear that?”

Seokjin turns around in his bed – he’s sharing it again with Taehyung since school started – with wide eyes. He nods.

“It’s a baby crying,” Taehyung continues.

“But there are no babies in this building.”

“Does anyone with a baby live near us?”

Seokjin shakes his head ‘no’.

“Papa, is this place haunted?” Taehyung curls up closer to him.

The crying suddenly stops.

“I don’t believe so.” He pulls his son into his arms. “I think we are still shaken by that horror movie we watched last Saturday. I told you we shouldn’t have chosen that.”

Taehyung only smiles up at him, to which Seokjin responds by gently closing his eyes with a big, warm hand and telling him to go back to sleep.

It wasn’t until Seokjin gets home from work that the subject is brought up again.

“Papa!” Taehyung launches himself at his father as soon as his babysitter opens the door. “I know where the crying is coming from!”

“What do you—“

“It’s a real baby!”

“What?”

Taehyung points to the unit next to Yoongi’s.

“Not this again,” Seokjin mutters, and then turns back to Taehyung. “Tae, the only ones who live there are Mr. Jung and his wife. Remember? The grandpa and granny who gives you sweets?”

Taehyung frowns. “I saw a baby there!”

“Taehyung…”

Just then, the said unit’s door opens and out comes a woman with a little boy in her arms, both dressed to go out. Locking the door, she turns to the stairs, but not before seeing three people staring at her. Startled, she yelps as she takes a step back.

The little boy stirs awake and starts to groan irritably.

“No, no, Kookie! It’s okay, it’s okay,” she says softly, smoothing the boy’s back.

But the boy is already squirming in her arms.

“I-I’m sorry,” Seokjin starts to say. “We didn’t mean to stare.”

The boy turns towards the new voice he hears and stops.

Taehyung finds this chance to jump up and down and wave frantically, smiling so hard. “Hi, baby!” When he effectively captures the toddler’s attention, he starts making funny faces.

It makes the little boy laugh, eliciting a collective sigh of relief from the three adults.

And Seokjin swears he has seen her before.

“Um, do you remember me?” she asks suddenly, glancing shyly up at him.

They’re walking back from the grocery store. Taehyung’s babysitter had gone home for the day, while Seokjin decided to accompany them to pick up ingredients for dinner – partly because he is intrigued at her familiarity, and partly because Jungkook (Kookie) would not let go of Taehyung, to which the older boy is too happy for.

She then laughs. “Don’t think so hard about it. I’m sure you wouldn’t. I came around here a few months ago to look at the unit Granny and Grandpa has been offering me.”

“Ah, so that was you!”

She nods. “I wasn’t able to thank you for leading me to their unit, which was conveniently on your own floor, because I was whisked inside and smothered with affection as soon as they saw me outside their door.”

Seokjin smiles, then pauses. “So, they are your grandparents?”

“Oh, they’re Mama’s aunt and uncle. They’re set to travel back to Gwangju to live with their family again soon, so Kookie and I finally moved here.”

As if on cue, the elevator opens to their floor, where they see a certain blonde standing outside her unit.

“Sunbae!” she exclaims.

Jungkook, also recognizing the man by their door, immediately drops Taehyung’s arm and runs to wrap his little arms around Yoongi’s leg.

“Hey there, Kookie.” Yoongi smiles down at him, patting his head. Then he looks back up at her. “I was about to check on you. You know, since it’s almost dinner time.”

She now stands in front of Yoongi. “I haven’t eaten yet. I’m about to cook something quick, though.” She raises the grocery bag in her hand.

Yoongi nods and licks his lips. “Maybe…” Suddenly, as if just at that moment he realizes there’s a presence behind her, his eyes widen slightly in recognition. “Oh, Jin-hyung.”

A kid’s hand shoots up from below, prompting Yoongi’s vision to pan down to the boy who had somehow followed Jungkook to stand closely to him.

“And Tae.”

Seokjin asks, “You two know each other?”

“She’s—“

“Yes, Yoongi-ssi’s a friend of one of my cousins. And actually one of the reasons why I was told to move here, because then my cousin could visit me whenever he needs help with his producing work. Two birds with one stone!”

“Oh, I see.” Seokjin’s eyes trail back to Yoongi.

Yoongi, meanwhile, moves closer to her, in what Seokjin could describe as some kind of protective stance. “So you got acquainted with your other neighbors.”

She smiles as she remembers the earlier scene, but decides to omit it. “Yes, Kookie apparently found TaeTae his friend, and you know firsthand how clingy that boy could get.”

“I made funny faces so he wouldn’t cry!” Taehyung proudly says. “And he won’t let me go, so I asked Papa if we could go with them to the grocery store, and—“

“Taehyung,” Seokjin gently says, “what did I tell you about butting into conversations?”

Taehyung then covers his mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he says then, his voice muffled.

Jungkook lets go of Yoongi in an instant to try hugging Taehyung. “No… no crying!” Jungkook speaks in a tone that sounds like he himself is about to cry.

It takes everything in the three adults – especially his mom – not to coo at the sight.

Taehyung, so surprised at first by Jungkook’s sudden gesture, smiles again and pats the younger boy’s back. “Hey, I’m not crying.”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung’s eyes for a few seconds, as if examining if there are really no tears.

Just then, someone’s stomach growls.

“Mama!” Jungkook turns to her, prompting everyone else to do the same.

With wide eyes, she flushes red as she laughs nervously. “Oops, looks like Mama is hungry. We have to go in now, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, and then holds Taehyung’s hand.

“Um, Taehyung needs to go home too, sweetie.”

Jungkook frowns in confusion.

“Don’t worry,” Taehyung says, “I just live near you! So we can play tomorrow! Right, Papa?”

Conflicted because of the children’s expectant eyes, Seokjin replies, “Yes, but only after school.”

“You hear that, Kookie? We’ll see each other again after school tomorrow! You go to school too, right?”

Jungkook appears to be counting with his hands before holding up four fingers.

Taehyung becomes thoughtful for a moment. “You will go to school in four days? On Monday?”

Jungkook nods.

“Okay, that’s good! But for now, we really need to go home. Your mom needs to eat.” Cue the woman’s small whimper. “And you need to eat too!”

“Okay.” Jungkook pouts and waves. “Bye-bye.”

“Bye-bye!”

Once the mother finally pulls her baby boy away and into their unit with one final goodbye (Taehyung had also urged Jungkook to say goodbye to the two men), Seokjin then turns to Yoongi, who awkwardly shrugs.

“There we have a new neighbor.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrows playfully. “Your girl?”

Yoongi’s pale skin visibly tinges with pink. “No, hyung! What are you saying? No.”

But for some reason, Seokjin feels a bit uneasy. He doesn’t dwell on it, though, for Taehyung starts to ask Yoongi (again) about Jimin’s return in the winter, which is always a fond sight.

Taehyung may seem so happy around his classmates, all of whom he had managed to be friends with. But deep inside, the little boy gets lonely. Yet with the entrance of Jimin and Jungkook – two kids who might just be able to finally sympathize with his situation – into his life, the boy had started to sport genuine smiles and let out the loudest laughs again.

Seokjin can’t help but silently chuckle. He has to admit that co-workers and old friends are still good company, but it’s just never the same anymore. But now, through his son (he is still amused by this fact, what with assuming the role of being the stronger emotional anchor between them), his world is opening up again – to a friendship he didn’t think could be a deeper one, and to a possibly new apple of the eye.

Life in the multiplex would get interesting from now on.

[stay-tiny2021]

Meet the Kim Children (Jin)

Kim Miyoung

Full Name: Kim Mi Young

Hangul: 김미영

English Name: Melissa

Nickname/s: Mimi, Worldwide Princess

Height: 5ft 7

Language/s: Korean

Date of Birth: October 30, 2025

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Birth Place: Gwacheon, South Korea

Time of Birth: 11:07 AM

Birth Weight: 7lbs 7oz

Godparent/s: Namjoon

Kim Kyungmi

Full Name: Kim Kyung Mi

Hangul: 김경미

English Name: Taylor

Nickname/s: Kyungie, Worldwide Beautiful

Height: 5ft 9

Language/s: Korean

Date of Birth: April 19, 2028

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Birth Place: Seoul, South Korea

Time of Birth: 4:19 PM

Birth Weight: 6lbs 5oz

Godparent/s: Yoongi

Kim Changmin

Full Name: Kim Chang Min

Hangul: 김창민

English Name: Tyler

Nickname/s: Min Min, Mini Jin, Worldwide Handsome Jr.

Height: 5ft 7

Language/s: Korean

Date of Birth: May 25, 2031

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Birth Place: Gwacheon, South Korea

Time of Birth: 12:10 AM

Birth Weight: 5lbs 2oz

Godparent/s: Jimin