Twist of Fate | Jinkook ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Three

Seokjin's Pov:

"12345...12345..." I couldn't stop counting; I suppose I had been suffering from a lack of realization the whole time I was pregnant. I don't even know if that's a thing, but it is with me now. I have five kids. How did I wind up becoming a parent to five children?

I could not focus on any of them; I didn't even know who was who. The bands wrapped around their ankles were meant to assist me, but I couldn't tell who was who since they all seemed to be the same. They didn't even look like me. Even I had my doubts about whether or not they looked like Jungkook. They seemed to be from another planet. I think that as a parent, it is expected of me to state that they are cute, but that would be a lie.

They were not adorable in any way. Moreover, they were peeling. Jimin said that it was natural and that they were building a new layer of skin so that they could adapt to life outside of the womb. Because of him, I had five children, so I'm unsure whether I was meant to trust what he said.

It seemed that Hoseok agreed with him, although his kids did not look like mine. I could have been scammed. Because Jungkook had not yet arrived, I was left to handle everything by myself in this situation. I hope he can get some rest on the flight since he won't have any time to rest once he gets here. I have been up all night keeping guard in the nursery and watching our babies sleep as I do so. Jimin claimed they were alright, and the surrounding nurses continued doing their thing with them, but I had trust issues; I wanted to watch every movement.

I've seen a lot of shows, so I know what can go wrong. The next thing I know, I'm down from five to four. Then we receive a call asking for a ransom. I'll watch them until we leave or they join me in the same room. I will not leave them alone in this unfamiliar place with strangers.

"Jin as your doctor, I really recommend you get some rest. The babies will be fine. I am sure by the time you sleep and wake, Jungkook will be here."

No, thank you.

"Thanks, Jimin, but I am fine. I am trying to figure things out for my babies."

It was the truth, and I was working on figuring out how I was going to differentiate between the five of them. Until I get to know each of them well enough, I could maybe make sure they wear a particular color individually. As a matter of fact, that's what I am going to do, assign them each a color. Then I can dress them according to their assigned color and connect it with their legal name. This will help me as I get to know them.

"Jimin, can I have a notebook? I need to outline something."

It is now my responsibility to choose who will be given which color. I know Jungkook will not be happy about this, but as far as I'm concerned, it's none of my business. I wanted a method for distinguishing these butter beans from other beans, and I was going to create it. He can issue me an agreement on why he doesn't agree.

"Sure, I will be right back. I might not have a notebook, but a notepad, will that work?"

"As long as I can write, I am fine with whatever you bring, even your hand."

"You are funny."

If you think so.

When Jimin returned, I already had some of the colors sorted out in my head. I thanked him and accepted the notepad. Since I had been in the hospital, I couldn't help but feel horrible for him having to be on his feet continually. I advised him to relax, but he didn't want to, and I believe it was because of my husband that he didn't want to. Nevertheless, as someone who is aware of how difficult pregnancy can be, I want to give it another go. He needed to rest.

"Jimin, I beg you to just go and get some rest. It is quite annoying that you have not stopped moving since I arrived here. Both the babies and I are in good health. Your husband is probably out somewhere; you should get something to eat and spend some time with him. I would prefer to spend them by myself with my babies.