Mind Reader

Chapter 18

'I swear to God, if these children don't hurry up, I'm going to sic Jin on them, and he can yell at them.'

Heli rolled her eyes so hard at her husband. "Opal, Tan, can you please get your backpacks and go to your father? He's waiting to take you to school, and if you don't hurry, he'll send you to Uncle Jin's after school, and he can help you with your homework."

Tan groaned loudly as he rolled out of his bed. "No, no, I'm going. Please, for the love of all things holy, don't subject me to Uncle Jin. I can't. The last time I was there, I had to listen to his Dad jokes for three straight hours. Not even Soobin gets that treatment, and he's his kid!"

"That's because Soobin listens to his Dad, and you don't listen to anyone."

Tan smirked at his Dad and waved his hand toward Heli's direction, "I listen to someone since I'm doing what Mom asked."

Heli tried—she really did—but the snort came out. Based on the glare her husband gave her from the couch, the way she wanted to cover it up didn't work. "Opal? Yes, sweetie, I'm coming," she yelled before taking off towards her daughter's room.

'You think you are slick, but you aren't. I would head to the studio today but I'm going to stay home instead.'

She turned around and pouted, "No, that's okay. You can go to work."

'If I'm going in, then you are coming with me. Someone needs a bit of punishment and reminder of who their husband is.'

"I seriously hate it when you guys have one-sided conversations," Tan grumbled.

Opal walked out of her room, gagging. "Be thankful that you can't hear them." She turned to look at her Dad. "Stop yelling in the house; you know the rules."

Yoongi frowned. "Baby, you know I can control my thoughts. Ask your mother. I wasn't yelling." He turned to look at his wife. "This is all your fault. You should teach her to block it out."

"Yeah, because that worked out so well for me," she scoffed.

"Why can she hear me easier than you could when we first met?"

Heli had no idea. The only thing she could come up with was that since it was a new thing, it was overwhelming for her. It's like suddenly she's hearing with the best headphones on the planet versus walking around with earplugs. "Still don't know the answer, Yoongi; it's not like mind reading came with an instruction manual."

"Well, it really should," he chuckled, "and it would have made it easier on us normies."

"Let's go," Tan yelled from the house's front door.

'I'll take them to school and then return to get you. You know what to wear.'

"DAD, GROSS!"

"Sorry, baby," he mumbled, pulling on her ponytail a bit.

Heli would not listen to her husband; she knew what he wanted, and he used this morning to get his way. Any time he's stuck in the studio, he swears on everything that he is; if she cockwarms him, suddenly, his brain starts working again, and he can write. So he'll have her sit on his dick while he clacks away on the keyboard, and she's bored out of her mind. She cannot even listen in on his thoughts to distract her because they never make sense. It's all rambling about more drums here and lower bass there.

So she's not going to wear a skirt or dress. She will wear skinny leather pants that he'll struggle to remove. That'll serve his ass right, trying to boss her around like he's the master in the house. "HA, I'll show you Min Yoongi. Who's the boss?" she mumbled.

And that's how Heli found herself on her knees under his work desk with his cock in her mouth. She wasn't licking it, or sucking it, it was just in there being warmed. She wanted to be mad; oh, she did. But he beat her fair and square, and as much as that annoys her, she respects the game they play too much not to try and win at least this part of the challenge; she can wait it out; she can keep his cock in her mouth until he's done.

Based on his thoughts, this was working; he'd already finished two songs that he'd been utterly stuck on. "Hey babe, wake up." He cooed softly.

Heli slowly blinked her eyes open, the head of his cock barely between her lips. She nuzzled it, wanting to get closer. She felt floaty as if her head was stuffed with cotton and Yoongi's voice was so far away. She whined a bit, nuzzling into his cock more, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick it, wanting it back where it belonged.

"Okay, babe, you can have it back." He placed it back on her tongue, and the weight felt so nice that she sighed in happiness. "Go back to sleep; since you are good, I'll keep working," he cooed softly, petting her hair.

He finished several more songs while his wife was sleeping; he didn't want to wake her, not after her first reaction. But he needed to get the kids soon; he bit his lip, Tan would be pissed if Jin came to get him, but he'll be more than happy if any of the maknaes came. Kook should be free and at the school anyway, picking up Jisoo, so he decided to call and ask. "Hey, when you pick up your kid, can you pick mine up as well?"

"Sure, Hyung, you getting laid?" He mused in that Jungkook way.

"No, but Heli is passed out on top of me, and when I tried to wake her up earlier, she was not happy. Trying not to piss the wifey off if I can help it."

"Got it; I'll pick them up and take them to my house. Jimin is bringing his over anyway to swim. They can stay the night if you want some time alone with Heli?"

God, Jungkook really was the best. "Thanks, Kook. If they want to spend the night, we'll bring their stuff once she's up. Just let me know."

An hour later, he got a text that his kids were staying, and they had somehow conned Tae into bringing his oldest three over as well. Poor Jungkook and Sarhee; they are in for a hectic night, that's for sure. He had no more work to do, so he just leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He's waiting on Heli, and if she slept this long, then she must have been exhausted.

"Babe," she croaked, her mouth feeling somehow dry and full of spit all at the same time, "why didn't you wake me? What time is it? Omg the kids." She tried scrambling out from under the desk.

"They are at Kook's having a sleepover, so we just need to pack them a bag. Jimin's two and Tae's older three are there as well."

She cringed, "Oh god, we must bring Kook and Sarhee some food and wine. That's so much chaos all in one house."

"Too bad he doesn't have mattresses all over anymore; that would have entertained the kids for hours."

"Sarhee got rid of that so quickly, thank goodness. Like, who needs three mattresses in your living room? Hello, have you heard of sectional couches, bruh?"

Everyone and their kids were there when they got to Kook's house. The wives were in the garden drinking wine, the guys were in the living room playing games, and the kids were everywhere in between. This was the life he had always wanted, and he only got it because of Heli. "I'll be back," he told his brothers before telling his wife he loved her.

"You are so whipped, Min Yoongi," Jimin called.

"And? I love my wife, Park Jimin. Maybe you should tell yours you love her too."

And that's how the wives found themselves in the middle of an I love you screaming match with the seven dorks that used to call themselves BTS.