More Namjin Oneshots

96 (Part 2 of Chapter 95)

Seokjin POV

"D-Daddy, why are you packing?" A now four year old Yoongi asks.

"Oh, baby don't cry!" I hug my son. "You're coming with me."

"W-What 'bout Appa?" He asks.

"Appa isn't coming. Appa is making me mad, so we're going to go away for a while." I say. Just as I finish my sentence, Namjoon walks into the room.

"Seokjin, please. Let's talk about this, instead of walking away." He says.

"We've talked about it! I'm keeping the baby, whether you like it or not!" I shout. "I will not kill my child! I'm not taking its first everything away from it!"

Yoongi whimpers, and covers his eyes. He always covers his eyes when we fight. I crouch down in front of my son, and pull him into my arms.

"It's okay, Yoongi." I whisper.  "We're gonna go see grandma and grandpa for a while."

I finish packing everything, and go to walk out the door.

"Seokjin, please." Namjoon begs me. "We can work things out. Please, don't leave me."

"We'll talk about this when Yoongi and I come back." I carry Yoongi and the bags outside, to the car.

"Y-Yoonie miss Appa." Yoongi sniffles.

"I know you do, honey. Do you wanna stay with Appa?" I ask. "I'm not gonna be mad if you do, sweetheart."

"Wan Appa." He wipes his eyes with his fists. I text Namjoon, and tell him to get Yoongi from the car. Namjoon walks out of the house, and over to the car. He takes Yoongi, sets him down, and looks at me.

"Please, come back inside." He says. "We can talk, and work things out. Yoongi will be extremely upset if you leave. Do you want to be the cause of your son's sadness?"

I step out of the car, grab my bags, and walk back inside. Namjoon follows after me, without a word.

"I'm doing this for Yoongi. Not you." I glare at my fiancé.

After Yoongi is asleep, Namjoon walks into the guest room where I'm staying.

"Baby-"

"Why?" I ask, my bottom lip quivering. "Why do you want me to kill my baby?"

"I never said that, Seokjin. I said it was an option!" He exclaims. "We aren't ready for another kid!

"It doesn't matter! Y-You don't want it, do you?!" I sob.

He's silent, for a while. I wipe my eyes, and glare at him. "Fine. If you don't want my baby, I'll leave. And I'll take Yoongi with me, if being a parent is so hard for you."

"Seokjin, stop it!" He says. "If you want to keep the baby, keep the baby. I'm here to support you through everything, sweetheart. I only suggested abortion, because I didn't know if we were ready for a second child. I'm sorry."

"S-So you want to keep it?" I sniffle.

"Yes, I do. Anything to make you happy." He says. He sits beside me in the bed, and wraps his arms around my body. I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I love you, baby. So much."

"I love you too."

*6 Years Later*

"Daddy, Hobi stoled my cwayon!" Jimin whines. He pouts, tears filling his eyes. Taehyung gasps, and hugs his twin.

"Chimmy no sad!" He exclaims. "Chimmy happy wike TaeTae!"

"Hoseok, give your brother his crayon back." I say. "Tae, you doda very good job, cheering Jimin up!"

Yoongo frowns, and runs up to his room. My husband turns to look at me.

"I'll watch the younger boys." Namjoon says. "Go ahead and talk to him."

I kiss Namjoon's cheek before walking upstairs. I knock on Yoongi's bedroom door, waiting for an answer.

"Go away." He mumbles.

"Yoongi, will you let me in, please?" I ask. The latch clicks, and the door swings open. I walk into the room, gently closing the door behind me.

"What's wrong, hun?" I ask. "You've been so sad, lately."

"It's nothing." He sniffles. "I'll be fine, dad."

"Yoongi," I give my 10 year old son a stern look. "We talked about lying."

"Fine." He tears up. "Y-You and Appa are always spending time with the others, but not me! Whenever I ask Appa to help me with a music project, he says he's always busy with Hobi or TaeTae! And if I ask you to help me bake cookies or something you'd always say you're busy with Jiminie and Kookie! It isn't fair, you're my parents too!"

He cries into his hands. I hug the boy to my chest, and rub his back. "Honey, why didn't you tell us? You need to talk about your feelings."

"I'm s-sorry, Dad!" He sobs. When he calms down, I run an hand through his hair.

"As soon as your Appa and I have free time, we'll do something together. Just the 3 of us. Okay?" I say.

"Really?" He asks. Namjoon walks into the room, and smiles slightly.

"We could all go to that music festival that you'd wanted to go to." He suggests. Yoongi nods happily.

"Thank you Dad, thank you Appa." He hugs us both. Namjoon and I leave Yoongi's room, and walk into our own room.

"Thank you." He mumbles. I look over at my husband, confused.

"For what?" I ask.

"For giving me everything I could ask for. I have an amazing husband, and wonderful children." He smiles. "I love you, Seokjin."

"Love you too, Joonie." I say.