Hello, readers, writers, and most things in between!
Um...
I don't have anything to say...
So...
Excuse me and my awkwardness.
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"Jin! I require assistance!"
A yell from my sons' bedroom got me moving. I raced down the hall and into the room. "Namjoon, what-?" I froze, and my jaw dropped.
The site was hilarious, yet unbelievable.
My husband was tied to a chair by a thick blue rope. Two of my sons were climbing all over him, one in his lap and the other somehow clinging to his back.
"Jin! Please help!" He struggled against the restraints. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.
Both of the boys jumped off their father to the ground and stared at the floor in shame. I put my hands on my hips. "Taehyung, Jimin," I warned.
Taehyung took a small step forward to block his brother from me. "Don't blame Jiminie. It was my idea."
Jimin stared at his brother in shock. "TaeTae..."
"I don't care whose idea it was. You should not tie up your father." I released a sigh. "Alright, let him go."
They obeyed, waddling over to him and tugging at the rope. Suddenly, Taehyung pulled out a pair of scissors from one of his drawers and sawed at the rope. "Tae!" I snatched them from his little hands.
"What? I was planning to let Daddy go later..."
"You could have hurt yourself." I reached down and attempted at untying the knots. Key word: attempt. "How did you tie these?!" I used the scissors to cut my husband free (after struggling for quite a few minutes).
Namjoon stood, arching his back. "We need to throw that chair out. Why did we buy something so uncomfortable?" He smirked at me. "Thank you."
"No problem," I said, returning the smile. I turned to see that both little boys had run off. "What are we going to do with them?"
Two strong arms wrapped themselves around my torso while soft lips kissed a spot on my neck. The spot, in fact. I closed my eyes and sighed. "You know what we're going to do?"
I bit my lip. "You better not be thinking what I'm thinking."
He chuckled a little against my skin. "I was talking about finding those little monsters and punishing them. Then later smothering them in love." His hands sneaked their way inside my shirts, light touches sending shivers down my spine. "But maybe later, baby." He kissed me once more on the cheek, then grabbed my hand to pull me out of our sons' bedroom to go find them.
I love my life.
