BTS Family - Family matters, NamJin

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Seokjin POV:

The day went by quickly and was surely exhausting.

Still, I really loved the new dynamics as a big family with Joonie. It was exciting as well as tiring. I felt drained but happy like never before.

And I silently thanked heaven, hell, earth, fate, or whatever sat me up for this whole drama, that I was chosen to went through it.

I mean, it was surely horrible and I was on the verge of breaking. Everything got too much and every step was more exhausting than the first one. I couldn't hold on any longer, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, Joonie appeared.

Turning my world upside down, changing this despiseful future that awaited me, into something bright and enjoyable.

Something I could see as my happily ever after. Something I could grow old with.

And I liked him. Clearly more than that. I loved him. But at the moment? I wanted to chop off his head and drown him afterwards.

The idiot really dared to leave me alone with my and his kids at bed time. He knew I had a big and eventful day and that he already had his break, playing with the hose and the kids, returning into a child himself.

The image of him, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung drowned in brown dirt, standing on my deck, knocking on the windows, wanting to enter, still very clear and stainless in my memory.

I could still see those bright, innocent smiles and the pearly white teeth in the sun, eyes closed, while trying to protect the halo over their messy and dirty hair.

I could remember how Kookie howled in bliss and crawled towards Taehyung, hands on the olders toes, until proceeding to Namjoon, pulling himself up on his dirty legs, smiling brightly, giggling like the happy little baby he was, as he covered himself in dirt.

At that moment, I wanted to cry. A track from the mud puddle, over the stairs and the wooden deck to my door, the evidence of their dirtiness.

Good thing, I did well with holding back tears. I was trained for some time now, and a lot of more horrible things had happened to me, but still I felt like heaven was testing me.

With a deep sigh and after throwing a warning and unamused smile in Joonies direction, which left his adams apple jumping up and down swallowing hard, I picked up Jungkook, stretching the baby far from me, just for him not to dirty my poor designer clothes, directly going for the former flooded bathroom, letting water into the bathtub once again.

Me being annoyed was the understatement of the century.

After I sat Kookie in his baby bathing chair and he awed and ohed at the rising water and the bubbles, I hurried downstairs, to pick up the next kid.

Proceeding the same ritual with Taehyung, carrying him inside and sitting him next to Kookie, pressing a boat in his hands, just to keep him occupied.

After I got a sorry looking, but still brightly smiling Jimin into the bathtub with Jungkook and Taehyung, I ordered Joonie to take a shower and Yoongi and Hoseok to play some more, until the bathtub was free.

The other Kims complied to my commands and I went back upstairs, where I found Tae and Jimin trying to amuse a crying Jungkook with foam-beards.

This evening has been chaos.

Literally.

A dirty, muddy chaos.

Now, all the kids were clothed, bathed and fed and sat infront of Joonies locked roomdoor, refusing to go to bed, until they knew about the continuation about their weird space adventure.