I'm writing the story in Jin's p.o.v, I'll let you know when or if it changes
I sighed contently, waiting with my four year old son for the rest of my children. The school run was the most stressful part of the day, but I loved every second of it. My son, Jungkook, tugged on my sleeve.
"Eomma, where is my hyungs?" He asked, pouting.
I bent down and picked him up. "They'll be here soon, Kookie. Then you can go home and play with them." I kissed the little boys nose, making him giggle.
"Eomma put Kookie down! Kookie can walk all by himself!" I laughed at his sons cuteness, and placed him on the floor.
"Hold eomma's hand so you don't get lost, okay?"
"Okay Eomma."
Soon, my other sons joined them. First was the twins, Jimin and taehyung.
"Kookie!" Jimin yelled, and tackled his baby brother with a hug.
"Jiminie hyung Taetae hyung!" Jungkook made grabby hands at his brother. Taehyung smiled and hugged Jungkook, then holding his hand. "Kookie wants to go to school, eomma."
"You can soon, baby." I said, calling over to Hoseok, who was waving goodbye to his friends. "Hobi! Hurry up!"
"Hello Eomma!" He beamed. "Brothers!" He smiled. "YOONGI HYUNG!" He screamed at his oldest brother, running up to him, and nearly knocking the poor boy over.
"Yah! Stop it! Get off me you horse!" Yoongi pushed the boy off him, and tried fixing his black locks. Hoseok copied Yoongi, pulling at his brown hair.
I smiled at my children. They were perfect. I beautiful raven haired baby boy, the strange brown haired twins, their sunshine, and my big boy. My life was perfect, i was happy, my children were happy.
"Hey! Eomma! Time to go!" Jimin started pulling me, trying to get me to move.
"Yes, I'm coming. Tae! Make sure Kookie holds your hand! Yoongi, be nice please."
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Once we were back at our house, the boys started to play. Our house wasn't that big, but it was big enough for us. There was a hallway once you enter, on one side, through an archway, is the kitchen, on the left is the lounge. In front of us is the staircase, and upstairs are the rooms. On the back wall, is mine and my husbands room, and on the left side of the staircase is the twins and Jungkooks room, and the right is Yoongi and Hoseok. The walls are a pale blue, with wooden floors. The carpet in the lounge is white and fluffy. The smaller ones room was red and blue, and Yoongi and Hobi's room was green.
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"Jungkook! Kookie! Come here!" I called my youngest son, who was playing with his cars on the floor.
"Why eomma? I'm playing?" He asked, pouting cutely.
"You need to have your bath, it's nearly bedtime." I said, picking him up off the floor. He squealed, and asked to be put down, I ignored him and carried him into the bathroom. Once I set him down, I started to run a bath.
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I was waiting in the hallway when he came home. "What time do you call this?"
He looked up at me, his glasses nearly falling off his nose, and his purple hair slightly messy. "Um... eleven o'clock?"
I stared him down.
"I'm sorry, Jin. But someone messed up, so I had to redo the records, and all my work, and my boss needed it done today." He smiled sadly. "I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, whatever Namjoon." I said, turning on my heel, and walking into the kitchen.
"How are the boys?"
"They're fine." Jin said. "And no. They didn't ask where you were, because they know what I'll say."
"Jin-"
"No. Yoongi even asked if we were getting a divorce because you're never here and he never gets to see you. What happened to teaching him how to rap?" I asked.
"I'll make it up to you, all of you. I promise." Namjoon begged.
"Whatever, I'm going to bed, you can sleep on the couch." I said, walking past him. Once i was in my room, I sank to the floor, and cried my eyes out.
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This is the first chapter, hope it's ok.
I've decided there'll be more groups that are like BTS and are younger.
Anyways, hope this is good
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