The Kim Family Tetralogy

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"What did you want yesterday?" Taehyung asked Namjoon as they were getting in the car.
"Nothing important." Namjoon mumbled and cast an eye at Jin to let Tae know what it'd been about.
"Ok." Tae said with a sigh and squirmed himself under Jungkook's arm, wrapping his own around him, kissing him on the neck.
"No monkey business in the car!" Jin slapped their arms from the seat in front of them.
"I'm sleepy!" Tae complained, "Imma sleep!"
"You shouldn't have boinked all night, then." Jin muttered.
"But it was so much fun!" Taehyung giggled, "And so good." he whispered in Jungkook's ear, getting a kiss as a 'Yes, it was.' back.
Bonbon had rented a small bus for the occasion, or if they had it? Tae wasn't interested, but, the space! The tinted glass, the airconditioner! Yes, please.
He and Jungkook had the last row to themselves and Jungkook soon placed Taehyung between his legs, leaned back against the window, Taehyung hurriedly put a folded up sweatshirt under his head, and fell asleep with Tae on his chest.
"I love you." Tae whispered and smiled as he went off to sleepy land when Jungkook whispered back, "I love you more."

"I think I'm gonna close my eyes, baby." Hobi told Minho in the first row, "I don't want to get carsick today."
"Ok, baby." Minho smiled, "Here, put your feet up." he patted his lap.
"Nah." Hobi said and shuffled round, so he could put his head in Minho's lap instead and curled up on the seat beside him.
Minho stroked the hair from his forehead and placed his hand on Hobi's chest, securing him in place.
Hobi almost purred and snuggled in closer, "I'm so in love." he sighed, to no one in particular, but feeling Minho's soft chuckles behind him as he gave him a little squeeze.
"Who are we meeting there?" Namjoon asked.
"Pretty much everyone." Minho said, turning his head, "But not until tomorrow, today is just the complete Team Dick and associates."
"Thank you for doing this for us." Namjoon said.
"I, I'm," Minho looked down in his lap before turning to Namjoon again, "I guess I'm just happy I can do something." he sighed and Namjoon patted his shoulder in sympathy.

The people you loved left you wide open to despair when they were hurting. Namjoon knew that better than anyone.
He leaned back in his seat and stole a glace of Jin, looking out the window with all the trouble of the world on his shoulders.
Suddenly Namjoon was reminded of those first world cat problem memes and had to stare out his own window and bite his tongue for a second so he wouldn't burst out laughing.
What the hell was wrong with him?
His man was suffering and Namjoon wanted to laugh at him?
He shook his head and cleared his throat and took out his notebook and started drawing a schematic model of the universe on it.
He was on the cusp of understanding something about the gravitational mathematical discrepensies at singularity but it kept evading him, and doodling while thinking about something else could sometimes make him have a breakthrough.
He sighed at himself, why was he fleeing the real issue?
If his husband that he loved more than life itself was struggling, why couldn't he take it seriously?
Did he actually treat him as a bimbo?
A led balloon of shame inflated between his hip bones and his ribs.
He almost threw up.
He thought about how he treated the kids, his kids, they were his lovable idiots, but he did have a lot of respect for their ambition and drive, and above all he respected Taehyung's uncanny ability to cut through all the bullshit and go straight to the core of everything, to put existing pieces together in a completely new way and make you see things, situations, people, in an entirely different light.
And Jungkook's courage to pursue the impossible as well as demanding the right to be who he was at the same time. Standing up for himself. And his love.
But Jin?
Jin was an excellent doctor, Namjoon knew that, and that had always been Jin's ultimate goal.
And he was such a great guy!
Namjoon was almost teary eyed thinking about him.
Kind and funny and warm and loving!
And Namjoon was so in love with him and God, he was so beautiful and so sexy and he felt so lucky Jin even wanted to hold his hand!
But he did brush him off sometimes.
He did pat him on the back of the hand with a there, there, when he couldn't be bothered.
It'd started as a joke between them, since Jin was much more domestically gifted than Namjoon, but, when had it become something else?
Was he bullying his man?
"Jin!" he whispered, reaching for his hand, "I'm sorry!" he said when Jin looked at him.
"For what?" Jin looked like a question mark.
"Stuff." Namjoon explained, and almost kicked himself when tears brimmed Jin's eyes and he had to look out the window again to not loose it completely, "Thank you." Jin said almost inaudible and swallowed the lump in his throat looking down into his lap.
"Come here, baby!" Namjoon opened his arms and Jin lost it.