Sick

Uncles

Namjoon's pov

An hour later a car pulls up outside. I assume it's my father and his his brothers.

I walk out to greet them in the master lobby. Mom follows suit with water bottles in her hands. Always the perfect polished hostess. They've changed nothing about them. Both still on the heavy side, no doubt from all the unhealthy benefits from cigars and chicken they consume.

"Namjoon my boy, you just keep growing don't you?" Uncle Samuel says walking up to me shaking by hand and patting me on the back simultaneously. "It's nice to see you again, how've you been?" He asks looking at me.

"Oh you know, here and there. You look well." I lie slight.

"Namjoon, Namjoon you just keep getting more handsome everytime I see you, must work up a storm with the ladies now ey?" My other uncle; Morty says in a joking manner. He was the jokster one out of the trio. Always got a joke up his sleeve, always ready to embarrass his two younger brothers. Although he did mention the ladies, uncle Morty knows I'm married to Jin. They all knew, they attended the ceremony. The decision of sometimes forgetting is a complete mystery.

I give him a small awkward laugh and we hug.

"You must be famished from the trip, let's get you settled in." Mom says signalling the house helpers to bring their bags up.

We start walking towards the sitting area outside where mom suggested we sit. As we walk into the garden my uncles start bombarding me with questions.
"So little Namjoon how's married life treating you? Pulled out any grey hair yet." Uncle Morty says laughing making his other two brothers laugh.

We arrive at the table and sit under the trees.

I laugh as well out of generosity "Pretty well so far, small arguememts here and there you know how it is, what would it be without it?" I say. They both laugh again.

"So where's that husband of yours anyway? Did you leave him home?" Uncle Samuel asks popping a small looking cigar into his mouth and lighting it.

"Oh he-" " Probably stil sleeping the days away." Mom interupts.

"Myung sook lets not start." Dad says stopping her. She sighs and walks off towards the kitchen. Dad follows as well.

"Anyway he-"

"Jimin! Be careful theres a branch there!" The sound of Jin's voice radiates through my ears making me turn around instantly. As I do I witness a small ball of light running at full speed into the garden clutching a yellow plush so hard as he did so.
Jin's jogging after him with no chances of keeping up. "Jimin! Watch out!" I look from Jin to the boy and sure enough comes a small gasp, slience, a tud and shortly after a cry.

Arg, not again. Jimin begins to wail, he clutches his knees on the ground. I'm about to stand. As I do both my uncles do too. "Jesus christ!" They say at the same time. They jog over to the boy and squat down. I also walk over and Jin joins shortly after his hands on his knees panting. Just as I'm about to pick him up. Uncle Morty beats me to it. He puts him in a sitting position. Jimin's still off the rails crying. "Now hush little fighter. You gotta be strong. We'll patch up your scrape in a minute." He says whipping the tears from the boy's cheeks. Jimin looks up through his tear stained eyes and swallows. "It hurts." He says. "Yes I know, but it will stop if you give it time. Okay?"

"How?" Jimin asks. Crying a little less. "Well" he begins as he hoists the boy up into his arm. "You're much too young to know." He picks up the yellow plushy off the ground. "Who's this?" He asks. Jimin's eyes light up. He stops crying and makes a grab for the toy. "It's Chimmy!"

"Oh! Who's Chimmy?" Uncle Morty asks, his voice over dramatic booming.

"He's my bestfwiend!" He says confidently.

"Hello Chimmy." He says playing along. At that point Jimin's forgotten about his scrape entirely. They start to have a conversation.

"Hello Seokjin. How are you?" Uncle Samuel says.

"Fine, thank you sir." He says smilling.

"None of that sir nonsense here alright. To Namjoon I'm uncle Sam and that goes for you too without a doubt. Understood?"

"Yes si- I mean uncle Samuel." He  chuckles.

"Good enough." He says back shaking Jin's hand.

"So who's this?" Uncle Morty ask gesturing towards Jimin who's now resting on his shoulder.

"You babysitting or something?"

"Oh, um no Jimin's-" "Daddy I'm thirsty." Jimin says interupting.

"Jimin the adults are talking." Jin scolds.

"Sorry Papa." He reaches out to Jin and he takes him from an agape looking Uncle Morty.

"Wait, what!?" They say simultaneously.

I smile. Since they rarely visited and they live so far away I didn't have the chance to tell them about Jimin. 

"Wait a minute, youre a father now? Who's kid is it?"

"Jimin was adopted." I clarify.

After a small silence a horde of laughter fills the area.

At first I thought they were laughing at us but after they stopped uncle Morty pulls me over and nuzzles my head. "Good on you boy. You've really grown up." He says.

"Still though. Not telling us about our nephew. How dare you?" Uncle Samuel joins.

After that they start cooing around Jimin. Giving him all the attention he always craves. They seemed to genuinely like him which pulls a ton of weights off my shoulder. I love my uncles and it would be a shame if they didn't accept us starting a family.

As I stand and watch them play freezetag of all things with Jimin a hand snakes round mine and a head leans on my shoulder. The unique scent tells me everything. Jin squeezes my arm and intertwines our hands. "I definitely like your uncles better than your mom." I chuckle at that.
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To be continued

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