It's Only Monday, Mr. Mom (BTS Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 2

What the actual fuck is going on....?

Jungkook started shaking his head, lips quivering when realization started to hit him like a semitruck at full speed,  but quickly came out of his thoughts when he felt a kick to his shin.

"OW! Ow! What the fuck?!" He yelled, bending down and rubbing his shin.

"Watch your mouth boy! There's two children present and you're already starting youor first impression off like this?!" Ahnjong scolded Jungkook, looking angry, "I will take you to the hospital tomorrow for a paternity test, so we can confirm whether they're yours or not. Let me inside, I am not young anymore, you know!"

Jungkook quickly opened his door up wide enough to let his elderly neighbor in, leading her to the living room after closing the door behind her. Ahnjong quickly sat down, laying one of the children down on the couch, and the other in her lap, sighing softly. 

"This one is going to have your nose, I can just tell," She said, smiling softly while caressing one of the baby's cheeks.  Jungkook watched the interaction, he could surprisingly see the resemblance as well, hoping that it was just a coincidence.

"I- I- I don't have anything that can f-feed them or k-keep them warm or c-comfortable.  I don't know how to take care of children, I'm the younger sibling in the family! I'm only t-twenty-one, I-I'm too young, I-" Jungkook was tearing up lightly, shaking and getting close to hyperventilating. Ahnjong listened to the poor boy, her smile fading quickly when she thought about the situation.

"Don't worry, Kook-ah.  My husband and I are here to help you, we have some stuff left over from our grandchildren having visited over the weekend and when the older ones were babies as well.  Here, take this little one, I'll be right back." She said hurriedly, handing Jungkook the little girl in her arms, and rushing to gather some supplies for Jungkook to use to take care of the two for the time being.

Jungkook stiffly held the little girl and sat next to the little boy.  They were both sleeping, somehow, while Jungkook's mind raced 100 miles per hour.

Did a condom break? Did I forget to use a condom? Was I raped in my sleep? Are they even mine..?  He thought to himself, gently touching the baby's soft face, a tear escaping his eye as the harsh reality was making it's way back into his head, Even if they aren't mine, where would they go if I gave them up, I have no idea where they came from... The orphanage could take them, but no life is ever great in there...

After what felt like eternity for Jungkook, Ahnjong made her way back into the apartment, holding blankets, bottles, formula, baby food, diapers and baby clothes, while her husband brought over, more like dragged over, a couple boxes, them explaining that there were two high-chairs and a large crib that could fit both children into. 

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock once again, more tears making their way down his cheeks, "Y-You guys really don't ha-have to-to do all of this... How can I repay you guys..?"

"Honey, you don't have to worry about any of this.  Basically all of our grandchildren have grown out of these things, we were going to donate them but it seems like you could use them more than some thrift store." Ahnjong smiled softly, patting Jungkook's head in a comforting manner.

"Thank you guys so much, I really cannot thank you enough... It means a lot." Jungkook said softly, wiping his tears off his cheeks and chin.  After that remark, he set the little girl down next to her twin brother, both sleeping soundly as the older ones began building the crib and high-chairs.  Once done with those little projects, they moved the crib into Jungkook's room and the high-chairs into the decently spacious kitchen.  Once everything was in place, the three sat down exhaustedly, Ahnjong and her husband on the loveseat and Jungkook next to his supposed children.