The sun had barely risen over the huge house when a tiny wail echoed through the nursery.
Taehyung’s little face scrunched up, his hands flailing in the air as he cried out for warmth—soft, familiar, comforting.
Before Yoongi could even open his eyes properly, he was already lifting the baby into his arms.
Yoongi: “Hey, what happened, my baby? Why are you crying so much?”
But Tae only wailed louder, nuzzling against Yoongi’s chest.
And that was when Yoongi understood.
Hungry.
He gently shook Hoseok’s shoulder.
Hobi: (half-asleep) “Mm… what happened?”
Yoongi: “Tae’s hungry.”
Hobi slowly sat up, still blinking sleep away, and pulled Taehyung into his lap with practiced ease.
Hobi: “Ohh come here, my baby… are you hungry?”
Tae latched instantly, quieting into small satisfied breaths.
A soft smile appeared on Yoongi’s face.
Yoongi: “He’s so soft… just like you.”
Hobi: (smiling back) “But he looks exactly like you. Anyway, go change, you’ll be late.”
Yoongi pressed a loving kiss to Hoseok’s forehead before heading to the bathroom. When he came out, fully ready in his office suit, he paused.
There they were—Hoseok sitting on the bed, laughing while Tae kicked his tiny legs, giggling at every sound his mumma made.
Yoongi felt his heart melt.
He picked Tae up and peppered his face with kisses, making the baby explode with giggles.
Yoongi: “My baby is having such a good time with mumma.”
Hobi: “Can you… come home early today..?”
His voice was soft, unsure.
Yoongi didn’t even hesitate.
Yoongi: “Of course.”
He kissed Hoseok gently—soft, reassuring—and left with one last smile.
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Later
After feeding Tae again, Hoseok drifted to sleep beside him, the peaceful silence wrapping around them.
Hours later, a call from Yoongi woke him.
Yoongi: “What’s Tae doing?”
Hobi: “We just woke up… had breakfast.”
Yoongi: “I miss you both already.”
Hobi: “Yoongi… you literally left two hours ago.”
Yoongi: “Still.” (chuckles) “Do you need anything?”
Hobi: “Can you get diapers on your way home?”
Yoongi: “Done. I love you.”
Hobi: “Love you too… h-hyung can I ask something? I—I need permission…”
Yoongi stiffened slightly.
Yoongi: “Permission? For what?”
Hobi: “I wanted to ask if Jin can come over… I… I’m getting bored alone.”
There was silence.
Hoseok’s heart started racing—he hated when Yoongi went quiet.
Yoongi: “Love… you can just ask. You don’t need to be scared.”
