More Namjin Oneshots

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Namjoon POV

I pick up my phone, and look at the caller ID. Seokjin? He never calls me while I'm at work, unless it's important.

"Joonie!" He exclaims. He starts talking really fast.

"Honey, slow down. I can't understand you." I say.

"The adoption agency called." He says. "They have a kid that they think would be a good match for us."

"I'm on my way. I'll call you when I'm almost home." I say.

"Okay. I'm nervous!" He says.

"Me too, baby. I'll call you back in a bit." I end the call and start packing my stuff.

*Time Skip*

"What if he doesn't like us." Jin asks, his voice shaky.

"Don't think like that, sweetheart. I'm sure he'll like us. We just have to hope." I say. I step out of the car, and take his hand as we walk into the adoption agency.

"You must be Namjoon and Seokjin." A man smiles. "I'm Choi Seungcheol. The boy you're meeting with is just down the hall."

He leads us to a small room, where a boy is sitting. "Hello. I'm Taehyung." He smiles.

"Hello Taehyung. My name's Seokjin, and this is Namjoon." Seokjin grins. "How old are you?"

"I'm 15." He says.

"How long have you been here?" I ask.

"My whole life, really. I was in and out of foster care for five years, before they decided to bring me here." He says. "No one has taken an interest to me in 10 years."

"Would you like to come home with us?" Seokjin asks. "It's entirely up to you."

"Really?! You want to adopt me?!" Taehyung asks.

"Of course we do." I smile.

"Yes!" He exclaims. "Thank you so much!"

After signing the papers, we bring Taehyung home. He looks around, excitedly.

"Your house is so big." He says.

"Our house. This is your home too." I say. "Your room is upstairs, to the right."

He rushes upstairs, and into his room. "Whoa!" He exclaims. He looks around the room.

"Thank you Dad. Thank you Appa." He smiles at first, but his smile disappears. "I-It's okay if I call you that, right?"

"Of course Tae. You're our son now." Seokjin smiles. Taehyung hugs both of us.

"Thanks for adopting me."

*Two Years Later*

"Kookie, what's wrong?" I ask my 10 year old son. Seokjin and I adopted Jungkook a year after we'd adopted Taehyung.

"Jiminie doesn't love me anymore." He sniffles. "He only wants to play with Hobi hyung at recess time."

"Kook, Jiminie is still your friend. You have to respect his decision to be friends with Hobi as well." I say.

"Okay..." He frowns. "Thanks Appa."

As soon as he leaves the room, Taehyung walks in and flops onto the couch. "Rough day?" I ask.

"Definitely." He sighs. "Finals suck ass."

"They do, but you're smart. You can get through it, kid." I say.