ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where he needs a babysitter (PJM)

🌺 In this excerpt, Jimin had kids before meeting Hazel (their names are the same), meaning his boys are fully Korean for this excerpt

Jimin groans when he gets home late once again, the house was dark, which he found strange, usually Suan was up to greet him. However, as he walked further into his large home he quickly discovered that everyone was upstairs. He jogs up the steps, putting his briefcase in his office before locking the door and going to investigate the beam of light from his boys' room.

He coos when he sees both his children sleeping in their respective beds. However there was no sign of their babysitter. Jimin kisses their heads and turns the light off, heading back to his office to see if he can get a hold of Suan.

There were no messages sent to him via text, which he found quite odd, so naturally he checked for an email and even an update on her website profile he'd found her on. Nothing.

Jimin did suppose it was quite late, so he decided to sleep on it. The next morning, though, was quite strange. Jimin had migrated from his bedroom to his office, as he usually does. By morning Suan was always there, taking care of the boys.

But when he heard Jaemin crying from the next room over, he was startled, especially when his distress wasn't accompanied by Suan's shushing. With a furrowed brow, Jimin stood from his office chair and rushed over to his boys' room. Jaemin sat in his crib, whining and fussing. As for Minseon, his older son, he ran up to Jimin's leg to cling to.

Jimin couldn't be sure why Suan wasn't there. And she left no notice of any sort. He lifts his baby from his crib, placing his binky back between his lips so he'd calm down. Jaemin's large wet eyes open as he sucks on his soother, Jimin sighs as he hugs his neck. "Appa, gotta potty." Minseon tugged at his pants, bouncing impatiently.

Jimin sighs, holding his hand out for Minseon and taking him to the boys' connected bathroom. Jaemin squirms in his arms, under a lot of distress as he needed to be changed. Jimin gets his older son situated first since it was more urgent, telling him not to move from his potty seat so that he could change Jaemin.

Minseon hums a song from where he sits, swinging his little feet with his pants at his ankles. Meanwhile his father was making calls to Suan, she picked up at last on the third attempt.

"Suan-ah! Where are you-"

"I can't do it anymore, Jimin-ssi. I quit." She said bluntly. Jimin drops his head in defeat, Jaemin watching him curiously, his binky never ceasing to bob.

"Okay, fine. But why couldn't you have told me sooner?" He couldn't just leave his boys at home, he had a company to run, and bringing them with him would only cause more trouble. Jaemin grabs at Jimin's shirt with tiny chubby hands, studying the pattern of it. Luckily Jimin still had at least a few hours to spare before work. He'd have to spend it finding a replacement for the day, even if it's temporary. He hangs up on Suan, and would be sure to write a review when he got the chance. He hated being inconvenienced at such short notices. It was his absolute pet peeve.

Jaemin whimpers, looking up at his father with his adorable big eyes. His cheeks looked chubbier with the pacifier in place, not to mention how puffy his face was from sleep. Jimin sighs when his tummy growls and kisses his head of dark hair, he had a lot of phone calls to make.

"Appa, I'm hungwy," Minseon murmured from his seat, Jimin turning from the changing table toward him. "Let's see what Appa can make you two." He decided.

His food wasn't anything short of mediocre, at least Jaemin was easier. He'd only just turned one, so Jimin opted for cut up fruits and gave him dry cereal. As for Minseon, he'd want more than that, Jimin gave him the other half of Jaemin's banana while he made his older son eggs. He'd taken a more western approach to his kids' breakfast but he didn't have too much knowledge in cooking to make them a meal, not to mention he was too focused on finding another babysitter.