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"Jimin, how many times do I have to tell you not to mess with your brother?"
He sticks out his thick bottom lip, clutching my shirt in his fist as I hold him on my hip. "But...Yoongi-hyung said he would play with me later."
"You know how Yoongi likes to sleep. And regardless of what he said, you shouldn't just jump on him." I set him down on his own bed. "Besides, he said tomorrow, not later, and it is past your bedtime." I look over to see his roommate's bed empty. "Hey, where's Taehyung?" I tucked him in not even five minutes ago.
"I...I'm not...sure." He lets out a very cute yawn, causing me to smile.
I pull the covers over his small body and wait until he settles his head down on the pillow. Once his eyes are shut, I leave to search for his brother.
I find him in the kitchen, using a chair to climb up onto the counter and reach for one of the cabinets.
I gasp, "Taehyung! No!"
Like a deer caught in headlights, he turns to look at me with big eyes. "S-Seokjin, I just-"
I rush toward him. "Taehyung, you know better than that!" I quickly take him into my arms and hug him tight and then release him and lean back to look at him. "How many times have I told you not to climb on the counter?"
He pouts. "A lot..."
"Exactly!" I take a few steps in the direction of the stairs. "What if you fell and got hurt? Do you know how sad your brothers and I would be? How would your dad feel about that?"
The idea of worrying his family made his eyes widen. He gasps, "No!"
I freeze in front of his bedroom door. I extend my pinky toward him and say, "Promise me you won't climb on the counter again?"
He hooks his tiny pinky with mine and nods sadly. "Yes, Seokjin."
"Good boy." I open his door slowly as not to wake Jimin. After laying him in his bed and tucking him in, I whisper, "Goodnight, Taehyung."
He pouts. "Seokjin?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry." He fidgets under the covers before looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. "I love you."
My heart swells at his words. Smiling at him, I tell him "I love you too" before placing a kiss on his hair and walking across his room to exit. After I close the door, I lean against it for a moment to think of how much I love those little monsters.
After a bit of cleanup from the brothers' fight (let's just say there was silly string involved and Jimin and Taehyung got a little too much into it), I hear the front door open. A very exhausted Namjoon walks in, throwing his bag on the floor and sighing heavily. When his eyes land on me, he smiles tiredly. "Ah, Seokjin-hyung. Man, I'm glad to see something nice for once."
Blood rushes to my face at his comment. I clear my throat before responding, "Namjoon, you look awful."
He frowns at my blunt statement. "What?"
"You had eleven meetings today, hundreds of files to go over, and I know you skipped lunch today." I step toward the kitchen, but when he starts to follow, I stop and command, "Pick up your bag first." I flash a smile, and my heart beats a little faster when he returns it.
