"Oh god," Taehyung groaned, glaring at the giggling baby who now sat freshly cleaned in a crib.
"Why are you laughing?" He pursed his lips, looking down.
His shorts and shirt were splattered in baby vomit.
"Min Li-na!"
"I'm right here," she sighed, looking up from her phone. "What?"
"Watch him while I change," he pointed at Gyu, who just burst into peals of laughter again.
"Okay," she shrugged, picking her phone up again.
Taehyung went into the en suite, and didn't come back.
"Seriously," Li-na got up after half an hour. "Kim Taehyung, what are you doing in there?"
He replied: "Shaving,"
"Wha- okay, when you gonna be done?"
"Uhhhhmmmmm-" he dragged out the word, sounding genuine and not as sarcastic as usual. "Maybe 5 minutes?"
"Hurry up,"
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
"Honey, no,"
Jin threw a judgemental look at Namsoon, who raised an eyebrow back.
"What's wrong with it, Uncle? Don't I look pretty?"
The man snorted. "About as pretty as Li-na after 12 hours of sleep,"
The girl decided not to argue, knowing he was somewhat right. She looked ghastly after sleeping.
"You look very nice, Nammie," Taehyung stepped in. "But today we're going somewhere really nice, so you should wear your best clothes, okay?"
The four year old looked down at her polkadot shirt and faded grey shorts. "But these are my best clothes,"
Yeona bustled into the room, little Hyunjoon following after her in a tailored suit.
"Good lord!" The busy mother blurted out. "Kim Namsoon, go change into your gala dress this second!"
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
"This is boring,"
Namjoon nodded at Jin, who picked up another canape and plopped it into his mouth.
"It is. And I have to attend every year,"
The friends were at an event held by elite Mafia groups.
Many of their parents actually hosted this, but they -other than Namjoon, who lived in the area- had never attended.
But now that word had got around that the most feared Mafia families' children were in Jeju-do, more people flocked in for a chance to talk to them.
The boys wore formal, matching suits, while the girls adorned pretty dresses.
-Bangtan-
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