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Namseok - Happy Little Family

Contains:

- fluff

- mpreg

Plot: Namjoon loves his family - his fiancé and their son. But sometimes he wishes they could expand a little more, even if it was just by one little pair of hands.

Story:

"Wrong. wrong, right, wrong..."

Namjoon's been mumbling to himself for a little while now, and crossing or checking to correspond with what he's reading. The worst part of teaching has to be grading papers, and since he teaches French, he has to deal with all the regular mumbo jumbo as well as failed translation and grammar mistakes - which really tick him off.

The only thing that brings him any joy at the moment is knowing his fiancé and son are in the house. And while Hoseok and Taehyung are in a different room right now to give him some peace and quiet, he's still grateful to have them in his life. When he comes home grumpy or angry, they can cheer him up and forget whatever made him feel that way ever happened.

"Still working, Namu?"

Speak of the devil.

"Mhm," Joon sighs, resting his forehead on his palm.

The elder smiles at him, walking over, and takes a seat on his lap. "Why don't you take a break, hm?"

"I really have to get these done, babe."

"I know, I know," Hoseok kisses his forehead. "But I've got a surprise for you. Wanna see?"

"Alright," a small sigh of defeat escapes the other male's lips, and he tosses his pen onto the table. "Alright."

"Close your eyes."

He does so, and lets Hoseok take his hand and lead him somewhere. From the pathing, he'd guess they're in Taehyung's room, and when he hears the smaller giggling, he knows for sure. 

"Open them."

Opening his eyes, he sees the aforementioned two standing in front of him. Their son's wearing the cute little pink jacket they bought him for his birthday, and a white t-shirt is visible underneath. There's a certain something in their faces too, but he can't tell what it is. Hoseok's would normally be easier to read on the account of Taehyung only being about a year old, but he's really struggling.

"What happened to Tae's shirt?" asks the younger. He could swear that he was wearing a yellow one earlier.

The brunet kneels down, hand resting on Taehyung's shoulder. "Take your jacket off and show Appa, TaeTae."

The almost-one-year-old fumbles with the zip before finally managing to undo it, then pulls his tiny arms out and lets the jacket fall to the ground. On his shirt simple are the words 'big brother', all in caps and written in bright red letters.

"Baby!" Tae giggles, pointing at his elder father's stomach. "Baby, Appa, baby!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm pregnant, Joon."

The purple-haired lets his mouth hang open, flustered. "I... What?"

"We're having another baby. How do you feel?"

"I feel... like I love you." Joon whispers back to him, starting to grin. He lifts their son off the ground and balances him on his hip while hugging his boyfriend with his other arm. "I love you so much. You, Taehyung, and our new baby. Our family."

"I love you too, Namu." Hoseok gives a gentle smile and pecks his lips. "And in case you were wondering, which I know you are, the baby's a boy."

7 months later...

"Hobi,"

The elder turns over, greeting his boyfriend with a warm smile. "Mm?"

"I'm so proud of you," the purple-haired leans in and kisses his lips gently, their foreheads coming to rest against one another after they pull away. "Carrying not one, but two of my children, bringing those two beautiful lives into the world, putting up with everything life's thrown at you along the way - you're like a superhero."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Namu." another kiss. "If I'm a superhero, you're my partner. Like a sidekick, except we both get equal credit."

"I love you so much," yet another, and Joon strokes the other male's cheek while looking fondly at him. "So much, baby."

"I love you too," Hoseok stares back with the same amount of love in his eyes.

Unfortunately, their sweet, wholesome moment is interrupted by the wailing of their now two-month-old son cutting through the air. Namjoon's expression shows no signs of fading as he pulls back and goes to take the tiny figure out of his crib, and holds him carefully to his chest whilst bouncing him slightly.

"I know, sweetheart, I know." he whispers, kissing the top of the boy's head. "Let's get you a bottle, okay?"

The crying grows quieter as the two of them move out into the kitchen, then louder as they come back, and Joon takes a seat on the bed. With Jungkook's head resting in the crook of his elbow, and the bottle in his other hand, he brings the teat up to the baby's lips and gently pushes it between them, chuckling as the noise ceases completely and the little one's eyes flutter closed. Hoseok sits beside him and watches, unable to keep himself from tearing up, in nothing but adoration and admiration for his husband-to-be and their beautiful son.

"How did we do it?" he smiles and presses a soft kiss to the other male's neck.

"Do what?"

"We made both of them, Taehyung and Jungkook, and they're both perfect. How did we do it?"

The younger takes the bottle away for a moment and rests Jungkook against his shoulder, having previously draped a muslin cloth over it to catch anything he might bring back up whilst being burped, before gently rubbing the boy's back.

"We love each other," he replies. "This whole family is built on nothing but love."