More Namjin Oneshots

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Seokjin POV

"Joon, baby are you almost ready to go?" I call out to my fiancé.

"H-Hyung, I need help." He says. I walk into the living room, to help Namjoon.

"Oh, sweetheart why are you crying?!" I ask.

"I c-can't do anything!" He sobs. "I feel so useless!"

"Honey, you aren't useless! You're 9 months pregnant, love." I say, as I help him slide his shoes onto his feet. He rests his head on my shoulder, and sniffles.

"W-Where's Yoongi?" He mumbles.

"Still asleep. I'm going to wake him up now." I kiss his cheek. "I'll be back."

I walk upstairs, to my 2 year old son's room. He's standing up in his crib, giggling.

"You're already awake? Come here, kitten." I lift him up. He squeals, giggling as I set him onto the changing area.

"Dada." He pats my cheek. "Holly?"

"We're going to take Holly on a walk." I smile. "Then we're going to visit grandma and grandpa!"

"Yay!" He giggles. Yoongi can only speak in broken sentences, but we've been encouraging him to try a bit harder. He also sleeps in a crib, because he would keep getting out of bed at night.

"Let's go see daddy." I say.

"Daddy!" He claps his hands. I set him down, and watch as he waddles out of the room. He stands at the top of the stairs, pouting.

"Do you need help down the stairs?" I ask. He looks up at me and nods with a pout still on his face. I lift the boy back into my arms, and carry him downstairs.

"Daddy!" Yoongi squeals when he sees Namjoon.

"Hi, sweetheart!" Namjoon smiles at our son. "Are you ready to see grandma and grandpa?"

"Yay!" He claps.

"Are you sure you'll be able to walk there? We should take the car." I say.

"Hyung, your parents house is literally 3 houses away. I'll be fine." I say.

"Okay...." I say. We all walk down the road, to my Eomma and Appa's house.

"Seokjin! Namjoon! Yoongi!" Eomma exclaims. "Oh, Namjoon you must be so tired! Seokjin, why would you make him walk so much? His feet are probably swollen!"

"I'm okay, Mrs. Kim." Namjoon smiles. "Can I sit down, please? My back is killing me."

"Of course you can! Take a seat on the couch, sweetheart. And please, we've known each other for years. Call me Eomma. " She leads my fiancé over to the couch.

"We were wondering if you could watch Yoongi soon. Namjoon's due date is in a week." I say. "Only if you want to. We can always ask Namjoon's brother to babysit."

"I'd love to watch him." Eomma smiles. "But we'd have to stay at your house. Your Appa hasn't been feeling too well, and I don't want Yoongi to get sick."

"Great." I grin. "Thanks, Eomma."

Namjoon gasps, his hands moving to hold his stomach. "What's wrong?!" I ask him.

"C-Can you watch Yoongi now, Eomma? I-I think my water broke." He whispers.

"Now?! We have to grab the hospital bag, and- oh my god, we aren't prepared at all!" I exclaim, jumping up. I help Namjoon into the car, and drive back to the house before driving to a hospital.

"S-Seokjin, he's coming now." He gasps.

"Now?! Like, right now?! Can't you just hold it in?!" I exclaim.

"That's not how it fucking works, Seokjin!" I exclaim.

"Do you think we'll make it to a hospital?!" I ask.

"I-I don't know." He groans, gripping onto my free hand. Luckily, we make it to a hospital.

"Excuse me, my fiancé is giving birth!" I exclaim. A nurse brings a wheelchair over to us, and wheels Namjoon into a hospital room.

*Time Skip*

"You're such a pretty baby." I coo. "Aren't you, Hobi?"

The baby just stares up at me, one of his small hands holding into my finger. "You get to meet your big brother, and grandma. Your grandpa is sick, so you can't see him right now."

"My body hurts." Namjoon groans. I look over at him, and smile.

"The Doctor is brining some medicine in here, later." I say. I walk over to my fiancé, and hand him our baby.

"He's so cute." He giggles.

"He's a lot bigger than Yoongi was. Hoseok is 9 pounds and 8 ounces. Yoongi was 6 pounds and 2 ounces."

Hoseok whines, and starts to suck on Namjoon's shirt. "Aww, are you hungry baby?"

"Daddy!" Yoongi waddles into the room. Eomma smiles at us, and lifts Yoongi up.

"Hey, kitten." I smile, taking my eldest son. "This is your little brother."

Yoongi stares at Hoseok, who's being fed. "Mine." He points at his brother.

"That's Hoseok." I smile, setting Yoongi onto the hospital bed. Hoseok turns away from Namjoon's chest, and looks at Yoongi. They have a staring contest for a moment.

Yoongi giggles, and kisses Hoseok's head. "My baby."