Appa??!!

Chapter 2

It was a beautiful Sunday morning the type of morning most people spent efficiently through shopping, socialising and having fun with the once's they love. But not me Sunday's is the only day I have to catch up on the sleep I've missed thought out the week and sometimes finish the work I've been to lazy to do, but unfortunately I couldn't do that I woke up to a crying child coming from my bedroom. I tried to ignore the cry's hoping I would wake up from this horrible dream but that wasn't the case.

The door for the guest room opens to the eldest child peeping through and knocking gently on the door to gain my attention, I sit up from the bed and gesture for the boy to come in. There the tried boy comes in holding the two year old responsible for the noise and stands there....i looked at the boy not sure why's he's standing close to the door and not coming closer to me.....fuck he's probably scared.

I finally found the strength and effort and pull myself out the bed and walk towards the boy, I couldn't help but watch him flinch every time I took a step closer to him....did he think I was going to hit him? His sharp eyes cut through me and watched my every step.

I bend down to the child and place my hands in front of him asking permission to hold his sibling he flinched and gave me a cold look before he handed me the crying child and placed his hands behind his back waiting awkwardly for further instructions. I let out a keep sigh " are the rest awake" I didn't really notice how cold and stern I was talking to the boy until he jumped and fear once again consumed his face. I wish I was good with kids but I'm not I'm terrible with them. He simple nodded and I didn't really know what to say to him after that " well.....get cleaned up and I'll make some breakfast for us to eat" he simple nods and heads out of the room I got up bobbing up and down to try and shush the crying baby in my hands and it didn't steam to work. I acknowledge the fact that it's morning and the child is hungry so I go into the kitchen with the baby in my arms and try to find something which would settle him satisfaction, to no surprises there wasn't any food in my apartment and I had a baby and 4 other children to feed. Great start Yoongi.

I had to go shopping but I didn't know weather to keep the children home or to take them with me, I finally made a decision to take the youngest with me and leave the rest at home. I moved into the living room to see all 4 boys sitting quietly on the couch, their faces horrible washed and wearing the dirty clothes from yesterday by looks of it the eldest tried his hardest to make his brothers and him look presentable but it didn't seem to work. Seeing them form a plunge to form in me, I didn't like how they were so quite and scared and I didn't like looking at them. They were skinny and small bags under all their eyes, eyes bright red from crying all through the night and looking like a straight up mess. I'm the worst father ever.

I walked infront of them and watched as I gained all their attention " boys I'm going shopping for some food I should be back in half an hour or so, please stay here and DONT move also I don't want to come home to anything broken" once again I didn't realise the harshness of my words and just hoped they didn't take it to heart ( but there kids of course they too it to heart) as I made my way out of the apartment making sure I locked the door behind me. I watched as the baby stop crying too busy watching the cats drive past with his large dark brown eyes, I had to admit I had a cute son. I small smiled formed i continued to walk to the store with the child in my hand, when I finally got there I got the stuff I wanted but this is where I got lost with what to do....what does this baby eat Stella said he's 2 so what does a 2 year old eats ?

With some help from a mother who was passing by I got diapers, baby food and everything I needed, I was paying for the food and finally made my way home placing my child on the floor of the living room and gabbing all the bags placing them into the kitchen.i see how the boys are still quite and like I told them to they didn't move from the spot, the youngest started to cry again so quickly placed four bowls of cereal onto the kitchen island

(How the kitchen looks like)

After placing the bowls onto the table I grabbed the baby food from the counter and placed it into a small bowl for the baby
"Boys come to the kitchen and have breakfast" I shouted from the kitchen as I listen to the sound of steps coming into the kitchen, the boys just looked at each other before the eldest guided each of them to their seats and they start eating. That's when I grabbed onto the youngest and started to feed him his food and the boy finally made peace and started to eat quietly on him own, I took this opportunity to make myself a bowl of cereal and analyse the situation I was in. FUCK I'm tried was all I thought.

I watched as the boys were eating and saw the eldest move him bowl away from him self indicating that he was done
"Sooo.........can you all tell me your names and ages I think that's a good way to start this" the eldest raised his head to look at me before replying
"Well sir I mean appa my names Namjoon, Min Namjoon and I'm 6 years old, this is my brother Hoseok" pointing at the happy boy smiling at me .....cute " who is 5 and that's the twins Jimin and Taehyung their 4" he tells me I watched as both twins look up at me one with a chubby face and eyes practically disappearing when he smiled at me and the other with a boxy grin. I couldn't help but chuckle and smile at them they really are quite a  cute bunch.
"Oh and this is Jungkook he's 2 which is why he's always crying but we call him kookie for short"Namjoon finally finished
"Well I'm just going to sort some stuff out why not you all watch some tv and if you need anything just let me know.....call me appa as well" the word 'appa' came to a shock to them they all looked at me strangely but I ignore it. It might be Sunday but I have shit to do I really don't have time for these kids.