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If there's one thing Jeongguk is set on doing today, it's finding out what exactly Taehyung is up to and what he seems to be forgetting.
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"Dad."
Jeongguk grunts at the sound, shifting slightly in the bed as he wraps his arms tighter around the mass in front of his chest. He feels the warmth of a body pressed against his back and senses light shining through the closed blinds in the room.
"Dad."
He thinks it's Friday— no— Saturday morning. It has to be, which means it's too early for his body to be moving and his mind to be functioning.
Something rustles in the room.
Something falls to the ground.
Jeongguk pays it no mind because whatever it is can wait.
Sleep is more important.
Someone fumbles open the blinds and more light filters through the room, casting a soft glow against his eyelids. He wrinkles his face at the disturbance, tucking it into the mass in front of him— a pillow he realizes— just enough that his body shifts backwards. He's hyper-aware of the chest up against his back and the arms surrounding him protectively. The covers smell like the clean fabric softener he uses mixed with a softer, lighter smell Jeongguk has grown to distinctly recognize.
"Daddy."
"Mhm, yes Jungah," a voice groans, one that makes Jeongguk smile and that he could never forget for as long as he lives.
Taehyung.
Jeongguk shifts around, coming face to face with a messy-haired Taehyung as a few pieces of his fringe fall into his eyes and his long eyelashes splay across his skin. A soft smile sits on Taehyung's mouth, and he truly looks so beautiful like this, imperfections and little birthmarks untouched and skin warm and natural. It's a view Jeongguk will never get used to, and it's reserved for his eyes only. He gently presses a small kiss to the end of the older's nose, right where a tiny mole decorates his skin, and the smile on Taehyung's face deepens until he's blinking his eyes carefully open and peering right at Jeongguk.
"Morning, Beautiful."
The words do more to Jeongguk than he can ever explain.
"Right back at you, Gorgeous."
"Ugh, You guys are gross," Jungah says as she stares over the two of them wrapped up under the blankets.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, naturally making a laugh bubble up inside Jeongguk. "Morning, crabby pants."
Something else falls, and they both lift their heads toward the sound.
"Taekwon! How many times have we told you not to touch that?"
The sheepish boy stares up at them with wide eyes, carefully examining the looks on their faces as he gently puts the book he knocked over back in place.
"Sorry, Daddy."
Taehyung relaxes back down, head flopping onto the pillow with his hair out in all directions. His expression quickly changes though when Jungah comes catapulting down on top of them both followed by an excited Taekwon flinging himself onto the pile too. They both let out a groan before they're all bursting out into laughter.
There's never a dull moment for the married couple with three children to look after.
"Chaewon isn't up yet, right?" Jeongguk questions as Taehyung shifts around so Taekwon is lying over him fully and Jungah can settle between the both of them.
