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[ending 2: part 2]

[ending 2: part 2]

[Jungkook]

[5 years later]
 
Jimin's phone began to ring in his lap and he immediately picked it up and answered it, our three children screaming in the back seat and pulling each other's hair, "Joon Hyung? Are you guys there yet— I'M ON THE PHONE!" Jimin screamed towards the back of the car towards the now silent six year olds. They know better than to talk while he's on the phone.

They simply stared at the back of Jimin's head, Byeol crossing her arms sassily, but I knew he wasn't about to get into that and heighten his blood pressure even more. Jimin turned back towards the front and I kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, always loving the tiny little irritations that would never fail to make him tick. The first and most important one: talking while he's on the phone.

"He what?!" Exclaimed Jimin which made me jolt slightly but he immediately turned to me with an apologetic smile as he pat my shoulder, sparks still seeming to fly between us, "Oh, that's not good, you should take him to the emergency room, like right now— oh, you're already there? Okay."

He nodded and I flickered my eyes from him and the road, making sure to not swerve off and kill us all. He hung up the phone and sighed, placing it in his lap, "What happened?"
 
"You're not going to believe this," He looked at me with an expression of disbelief and shock, "He got a Q-tip stuck in his ear,"

My eyebrows furrowed and I turned into the parking lot of the restaurant, trying to find an empty parking space on a Saturday night. Impossible, "Jisoo did?"

"No, Jin hyung,"

I snorted very unattractively and soon enough, my children were mocking me, making uglier and less mitigated versions of what I had just done. 

"And they're on the way to the hospital? Just get Namjoon hyung to pull it out or something," I kept going in and out of the isles of the brightly lit lot.

"Jin hyung probably -- there's a spot right over there-- he probably thinks it's like stuck in his brain and won't let Joon hyung touch it," Jimin replied with a small chuckled as he pointed to an indeed empty space just a few feet away from us. I laughed at the idea which I could vividly picture from the couple, their calm son and daughter, Jisoo and Beom, probably watching with an apathetic expression as their exuberant mother was screaming and crying on the floor with a tiny white stick in his ear. Their children most definitely inherited Namjoon's personality while their looks reflected Jin's. 

"Well Yoongi's coming, right?" I asked as I parked oh-so-perfectly into the space, leaving enough room for Jimin and I to get the kids out without mutilating someone's vehicle.

He nodded and got out of the car immediately after I turned off the car, "He's already inside,"

I got out as well, getting Haneul and Byeol while Jimin got Taeyang and the baby bag which held extra pairs of clothes and their respective cups. 

"Dad," mumbled Haneul lowly close to my ear and I turned to him.

"What is it, Hannie?"

He gulped, "C-Can we eat ice cream? Please?"

Taeyang's whole neck looked like it had broken from the way he whipped it around in reaction to the word "ice cream", his eyes sparkling, "ICE C--!"

Jimin put his stubby hand over our loud son's mouth, not even reacting to the conversation, "Ask your mother,"

All three of their little heads turned towards Jimin but he didn't react at all, "Ask your father. Because he's the one who's going to be putting y'all to bed tonight."