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Quietly shutting the nursery door behind him, Seokjin strode into the front room with furrowed brows. They certainly hadn't been expecting company and he and Namjoon had told their close friends to not make any surprise visits. Seokjin's mother wasn't fond of calling up to arrange to come round as she believed she had the right to visit her son whenever, but the hard knocks were definitely not his mother's. Mostly because she was elderly and her frail fingers couldn't knock that hard, but also because she always used the doorbell if the door was locked.
But when Seokjin came into the living room, he only saw his husband and no one else. Just a large cardboard box.
"It's the replacement for the thing that broke," Namjoon explained, placing the delivery down so he didn't drop and destroy it again. "They must've sent the email for it to arrive today but I haven't checked mine since last night. Being with Yoongi made me forget, especially after his little outburst," Namjoon chuckled drily, attempting to lighten the thunderstorm currently happening on his lover's face.
Seokjin exhaled but huffed a laugh. "You're blaming our little for your forgetfulness?"
"He has a way of making you forget things, his cute little button nose and while I admit he looks like an adorable angry mouse when he glares, I wish he'd actually look happy."
Pacing across the room, Seokjin embraced his husband in a loving hug, pulling away after a few seconds to place a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, cupping his face.
"It's barely been a week, Joon. It'll take time. It's going to be hard, even harder than it is now, but we'll get through it and show him we love him and just want to care for him. It may even take months for him to fully succumb to his new life but he'll know it's much better than his old one and that he has people that care for him...and not just that old bastard-"
"Hey now," Namjoon interrupted gently. "Yoongi's not with him anymore. He's with us and he's safe and we can't have you getting all Moody Muffin when our baby's probably confused and waiting for us."
Scoffing, Seokjin couldn't help but smile. "Moody Muffin ?"
"You get this crease in your forehead and then cook more muffins than we can eat in one night while wearing that old pink apron," Namjoon chuckled.
Seokjin playfully hit his husband. "You love it when I wear that thing," he said, adding as he turned towards the nursery, "and frankly, you also love my omelette muffins."
Opening the nursery door, both adults expected to see Yoongi teary eyed and confused with a snuffly little nose, or even that cute glare his brown eyes gave off when he wasn't pleased with something, although it wasn't very often he did it (if he even noticed he was doing it at all), but instead of that, Yoongi seemed...normal.
As normal as he can get for being strapped in baby clothes in a giant crib with his age of seventeen.
All tears gone from when he was rushed into his crib, the worry from his eyes gone and replaced with apprehension and a little contentment. No longer chewing on the nipple of his soother but still unfortunately not sucking on it.
"Hey, sweetheart," Seokjin murmured, hand reaching down to brush against his baby's cheeks, expecting him to flinch back or squeeze his eyes shut but Yoongi simply stared up at him cautiously, brown eyes darting from him and Namjoon. Both adults glanced at each other in mild surprise.
"I bet rushing in here made you a little frightened, huh?" Namjoon grinned, bending down and hoisting Yoongi into his arms easily, accepting the brown bear from Seokjin.
Predictably, Yoongi couldn't verbally reply and simply stared off at the baby blue hued walls of his nursery, tense in the teacher's arms. His stomach was sore and tender and even with the knowledge of his mobility returning didn't soothe his worries. Every little jostle felt like a punch in the gut from the inside out.
Seokjin gently bounced Yoongi as they entered the living room, noticing how the teenager's brown eyes flickered about the room for any evidence of someone else being here.
"What do you think? Can he take another bottle?" Namjoon's voice said from the kitchen, pots and glasses clinging together with the hissing of the kettle.
Sweeping away his baby's fringe, Seokjin smiled softly when Yoongi's kitten like eyes made contact with his, although it didn't last long, a whimper escaping Yoongi, face scrunching up in pain. Quiet gurgles were coming from his stomach.
"Poor baby," Seokjin murmured, concern and worry etched onto his face. "I think a crushed up paracetamol in his special milk would help more. Hopefully by morning he'll have cleared up, hm, sweetheart?" Seokjin pecked the top of Yoongi's head, hand rubbing the bloated younger's tummy.
Doing his best not to curl his fingers weakly, Yoongi remained still and swallowed the milk they had to give, sending him into a deep slumber, his kidnapper's cooing voices and hushed whispers barely reaching his ears as he drifted off into a dreamland.
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sorry for the long wait and shortness! i lost internet for a week then hit writer's block. i don't particularly like this chapter but i'm satisfied with it and hopefully i'll get the next chapter out much quicker :)
