pairing : Idol&husband&father!BTS x Wife&mother!reader
genre : angstish
word count : from 226 to 290
Min Yoongi
Yoongi hates these moments, the short while that it takes to swim through the masses awaiting him with bated hearts and making the airport exit doors even more remote. He hates it all the more because he's in charge of his children and cannot help but worry about their safety when he shouldn't. He isn't traveling as a performer, he's just arrived to your country to join you as a husband and a father so he can't understand the reasons behind their presence.
Your son leads the way, close to his father who's holding his sleeping baby sister protectively against him. Hands tightly gripping the straps of his small backpack, the three-year-old boy doesn't seem affected by the numerous strangers gradually surrounding his family. There is no bodyguard present to assist Yoongi and so when his son seems a little too far away from him, he speeds up. The gap between the two them doesn't go unnoticed by the others; one of them feels foolish enough to take advantage of it and suddenly strides to the too small space left unoccupied, bumping their leg into the boy's little body. In their attempt to get a better shot of an upset Yoongi walking briskly with a downcast look, they made the little boy fall onto his butt earning shocked gasps all around them. They've already got on his nerves and now it takes everything in Yoongi not to lose his temper, for the sake of your children not to get them frightened. Yoongi quickly squats down to take your son in his other strong arm and although no one could see your husband's eyes they knew better than to keep hindering him.
Park Jimin
Jimin has always dreaded facing the crazy crowds that never missed each of his public appearances. He can understand the enthusiasm and excitement seeing him could generate but he hates risks that could ensue from such vehement gatherings. Behind opaque glasses, he looks with great seriousness at the already screaming people as if to gauge them.
The sudden sound the door closing it shut by the driver once you have stepped out of the car has your husband meeting your eyes. You offer a soft smile, his seems somewhat tense as he gaze down at your swollen belly. His fingers intertwine with yours naturally and with small rubs of your thumb, you try to soothe his firm grasp. Four bodyguards circle you closely and like a choreography, they set off towards the airport entrance. The two tall and sturdy men on your side make sure not to part from each other to prevent anyone from reaching you. The moving is calm at first, slow but rather quiet save for shoutouts of Jimin's and your names among other exclamations until the moment you slowly feel a weight pushing against the side of your belly caused by a sudden stampede. You try not to stumble, squeezing your husband's hand in the process. Jimin quickly pulls you away from the bodyguards who are pushing people back and yelling at them.
Kim Taehyung
The cool wind is blowing a little this morning. You and Taehyung make sure the twins you're holding in their baby carriers are covered tightly and warm enough. There isn't a sound outside beside cars driving by to drop off people departing as well. Taehyung feels relieved knowing he managed deceiving possible journalists waiting for him by passing false informations. It feels a little bizarre but it also makes him feel at ease and he can't feel bad about it not when his family's safety is brought into play.
The bodyguard suddenly calls you to get you moving and take advantage of the empty entrance. You follow Taehyung closely. There was not respite, you had to keep moving quickly at least until you reached customs. Your husband looks to one side when he hears screaming from the distance along fast steps reverberating against the white paving stones – several girls armed with big cameras and mobile phones are coming into view, dashing across the building to get to you. Taehyung curses under his breath. He keeps a protective hand on your older son's back and reaches behind to grab your hand. The bodyguard noticed the excited young women and prompts you two to walk even faster, telling you you're almost there. Very quickly, dozens of people surround you. Taehyung and you become a little stressed but you don't make it visible. You feel him tugging on your hand and you understand he wants you in front of him, in his field of vision as his way to get a better hold of the situation and protect you and your family. He tightens his embrace around your shoulder every time some of them attempt to get closer to you, glaring at them angrily above his mask.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook bites his lower lip, feeling adrenaline slowly coursing his body and increasing his heartbeat at the sight of the masses stuck together behind the sliding doors. He adjusts the strap of his bag around his shoulder and looks down at your son he's holding in his arms. He whispers words in the shell of his ear, surely reassuring him about the troublesome moment they'll have to go through before they can get outside and back to your home where you're waiting for them.
Jungkook stares beneath his bob hat at the vehement people screaming his name everytime the doors opens and let him be seen. One bodyguard is accompanying him until the car waiting for them outside. Your son grabs his father's shirts in tiny fists and lays his head against his chest just as he's been told while Jungkook lifts a hand in front of his face to protect his eyes from the flashes of cameras. He makes one or two stops, making sure your son is doing okay and isn't too scared of those strangers. The closer he gets to the exit the narrower the space between him and the others become, leading one of them to even try to reach for your son to which the bodyguard quickly reacts, slapping their arm away. Jungkook wants to stop and face them but he decides otherwise and keeps striding to the doors.
