14 myungbin??
nobody ever really told bin how hard being a parent was.
(myungjun would very much disagree with that statement. myungjun would gladly inform bin that he told him multiple times that being a parent was impossible for idiots such as themselves, but bin won in rock-paper-scissors - which, in hindsight, wasn’t the best way to decide on becoming a parent.)
he had quit his job to stay home with their children - children, because the woman who carried the child they would adopt one day informed them that she learned she was having twins. myungjun refuses to only adopt one: “how can i choose, binnie, when i see both of them? oh, god, they’ll both be beautiful. we can’t decide. they’ll be too perfect.”
(they both were too perfect.)
binnie shaped up his life as quick as possible. he quit his minimum-wage job, allowing myungjun to work full-time at the hospital, which called for crazy hours of all times. bin didn’t want to complain, because myungjun worked long shifts without any breaks, and so bin wanted him to come home and not have to worry about anything at all.
so bin learned how to change diapers, how to warm up milk properly, how to burp a child, how to swaddle them - anything that had to do with babies, bin knew how to do.
(”i dont want to be an absent father,” myungjun cried to him one night, exhausted and lonely and confused. “i miss my babies, but i’m never home!”
“they’ll be old enough for preschool in a year,” bin murmured, kissing away all of his tears. “we’ll enroll them, you can go back to part-time and i can get myself a better job. it’s just until they’re old enough to go out into the wild, right, babe?”)
babies cried a lot, he learned, and for some weird reason, their babies always chose to cry when myungjun finally arrived home.
“i swear, they behaved all day,” bin assured myungjun, bouncing both of the wailing babies on either side of his hips. “they’re just happy to see you.”
myungjun took eunji, kissing her fat, ruddy cheek and holding her close. he hummed lightly, his voice melodic and soothing, and, soon enough, eunji was fast asleep.
he worked his magic on minsu next, smirking a little as bin watched in awe.
“how,” bin asked as they laid the children in their cribs, “did you do that?”
“jinwoo always told me my singing could calm even satan himself,” myungjun commented, smiling softly as he turned the lights off into the nursery. “ooh, bin, they’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
bin blinked, glancing over at his kids - yes they were cute - and then back at myungjun.
“your singing puts them to sleep.”
“seems that way.”
“so if you sing while we have sex, would they stay aslee-”
myungjun hit his chest.
