[𝗘𝗡𝗚-𝗩𝗘𝗥] ⌁ Wrap your wings around my body | 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗡𝗮𝗺 ~ 𝗢𝗦 ✔︎

You caught me when I fell

[ I recommend listening to the song from the multimedia for a more magical experience ]

"Kim Soobin and Kim Jungwon, you should have been asleep half an hour ago!" Shouts the brown-haired, surprising the pair of children who jumped happily and carefreely into their beds. They stop just before jumping from one bed to the other one and observe their father, who in turn observes them, annoyed from the door that leads to the room that both children share.

"But Dad, we are not sleepy..." complains the first mentioned, taking responsibility as the older brother.

"Yes, Daddy Jin. We are not tired yet, we want to keep playing." adds the second one, making a pout that melts the brown-haired. The youngest of his children undoubtedly possesses a tenderness too dangerous for his posture as a responsible father that makes his children fall asleep early.

Both little ones begin to beg him to allow them to play longer, to their pleas; both add cute pouts added to two pairs of wet puppy eyes. And that's more than enough to make Jin cede. And letting out a resigned sigh, he crouches down to the height of the little ones, and proposes a deal.

"Okay, here's the deal! How about me telling you a story until you get to sleep?" proposes the brown-haired while caressing the little one of both children in a tender caress.

"Yes, yes, yes, tell us the story of how you and daddy Namu met!" adds the youngest, quickly climbing into his bed, excited to hear the story of how his parents met.

Jin smiles touched by the gesture of his baby, and when he is about to approach him, he realizes that his other little one is looking at them with an annoyed gesture; he even has his arms crossed on his chest.

"What's the matter, Soobinnie?" asks the brown-haired man. "Don't you want me to tell you that bedtime story?"

"Jungwon always asks Daddy Namu to tell us that same story, and I already know it from beginning to end." Says the little kid with a cute pout in his mouth. "I'd rather keep playing astronauts jumping from the earth to the moon in search of roses."

Seokjin frowns slightly, wondering for a second what kind of game that is. But he doesn't think much of it; he's already used to the extraordinary imagination his two little angels have, so at this point, nothing they make up would surprise him. He approaches his eldest son and speaks to him with infinite tenderness.

"Come here, sweetheart," Jin asks softly as he holds his eldest son near his chest in his bed, speaking in a soft, patient tone. "You two can't play astronauts because you have to sleep for school tomorrow, remember?" he says to his little one as he strokes the light hair of the kid.

"But Dad, school is boring. Why do we have to go every day?" Little Soobin asks in dismay. Jin laughs slightly, as the little boy's complaint had sounded too genuine.

"What do you want to be when you grow up Soobinnie?" asks the brown-haired suddenly.

"Astronaut!" The little one replies without hesitation for a moment. Jin chuckles again, he knew that would be the response.

"Well, if you want to become a great astronaut one day, you must go to school every day, and you must also be very good at your studies. Do you think you'll be able to do it?

The boy frowns again and with a determined gesture says: "Yes I can!"

"Well, then, to your beds so a can tell you that story!" exclaims Jin with excitement. And he's glad to see that both kids get under their blankets, ready to listen to his story. But of course, his eldest son couldn't let him be without letting out another one of his little complaints.

"I accept the deal but don't tell the same story again Dad. It's always the same; Daddy Namu tells us that you two met in the museum where he worked, that you came into the room of the most valuable pieces when he was cleaning them and that he was so taken by your beauty that he ended up breaking one of the statues. You helped him hide the pieces of the statue he broke, and he asked you out in gratitude." Claim the little boy. "I don't understand why Wonnie wants to hear the same story over and over again."

"Because it's beautiful!" Exclaims the little one, letting out a small sigh that earns him a smile and another caress from his father. "It's just that you don't know how to tell it well Bin-Bin, but Daddy Namu tells it beautifully." exclaims again, the little one with his bright little eyes brimming with love and admiration for his parents.

Seokjin can't help but smile at the gestures of his little ones, and then he gets a great idea. He squats between the two beds and looks at both children with anticipation and excitement.

"It seems that Dad Namu forgot to tell you the other part of the story." The eldest one let go, causing his children to look at him with confusion. "I think I understand why Daddy decided to omit this part of the story," adds Jin, managing this time to intrigue the children who look at him with their eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.

"Why, Dad? Why did Daddy hide the other part of the story from us?" asks the younger of the two children anxiously.

"Is there another part of the story?" asks the eldest in turn.

"Yes, there is," Jin replies solemnly. Delighted to have aroused the curiosity of the little ones. "But I think that if Daddy Namu decided not to tell you, I shouldn't either. Your dad must have thought that you're not ready to listen to it yet, but here between us, I think you are."

The reaction of the little ones is just as Jin expected. They ask him desperately to tell them that part of the story.

"What is it, Daddy?!" Tell us, please tell us! "They both shout excitedly.

"Okay, but don't tell Dad Namu that I told you. It will be a secret between the three of us. You can't tell anyone else. Do you promise?"

Both children agree to keep the secret excited to hear the story. And Jin begins to relate his version of the story between his beautiful husband and him.

"Seven years ago, your dad was in that museum he told you about, but not because he worked there. No, he was in that museum because he was trapped in that place; he had been trapped in that place for hundreds of years...