Genre: Fluff Requested by: A gorgeously gorgeous yet also pervertedly perverted pervert named gorgeouspervert . (I love u so much! Saranghaeyo!!! ^_^)
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He's the Last of Them . . .
"Eeeooommmmaaaaaa~!!!!!!! Aaapppaaaaaaaa~!!!!!!" A ear-piercing voice screeched, echoing down the long hall, causing both Namjoon and Soekjin to jolt upwards out of bed at the same time- now fully awake. The young parents made quick silent eye-contact, a message passed through them without even saying a word to each other.
"Yoongi." Seokjin and Namjoon gasped in unison, immediately feeling their hearts sink heavily with worry. The young couple rushed out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and burst into the living room where Yoongi had his piles of papers that he often called his "lyrics" (he always says he wants to be a composer when he grows older). Only, there was a bit of a problem. All over Yoongi's work that he tried so hard on, and took so long to do, (he would always work on writing lyrics whenever he had the chance) was gone. All thanks to scribbled black and red marker all over them, along with some green and yellow glitter, but other than that it was still somewhat legible . . . no, never mind. Basically what took Yoongi months to make was now ruined. "Kookie ruined my papers~" Yoongi cried.
Seokjin sighed and picked up his oldest son, comforting him by rubbing small circles into Yoongi's back "It's alright Yoongi, here I'll tell you what. Me, you, and appa can go to store and buy you a whole new book of blank papers---"
"WAIT. Yoongi, how did you get out of your bedroom?" Namjoon questioned the young child, who froze and who's eyes grew wide in either shock or fear (although it was quite possible that it was both).
"I didn't get out of bed . . . Seokjin eomma and Namjoon appa just forgot to, to tuck me in bed." Yoongi lied not daring to make eye-contact with his glaring appa standing tall beside him. Yoongi got so scared of his appa he began to tremble then begin to cry again.
Seokjin's mind panicked because he had some kids who he had just put to sleep about five minuets ago. "No, no, no, no, no, Yoongi~ please don't cry you're gonna wake up---" Suddenly, a raspy voice was wailing from the direction of Yoongi's room. "Hoseok."
Namjoon dashed down the hall, and into Yoongi and Hoseok's bedroom, picking up the dramatically crying Hoseok, as he tried to give the child his favorite rattling toy since it usually helps him fall asleep, and attempt to soothe his (second oldest) son by gently rocking the child.
After what seemed like an eternity (which really was most-likely only ten minuets later), Hoseok finally fell asleep in Namjoon's warm embrace the child letting out soft and small snores. Namjoon smiled lovingly at his little boy before planting a kiss to Hoseok's little button nose, then carefully and slowly placing the child back in his crib. Namjoon covered Hoseok with his small soft blanket and brushed a few strands of hair away from the child's eye. "Good night Hoseok . . . I love you very, very much." Namjoon whispered. The young father sweetly kissed Hoseok's forehead before sighing with content and quietly leaving the room.
