Elites of Seoul | Taejin ✔️

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Seokjin's Pov:

"Appa, can we have ice cream cake?" Iseul asks as she walked into the kitchen with her brother trailing behind her.

I looked at the time; they were in luck; it was still early before dinner. "Sure, do you want me to serve it, or you got it?"

Iseul smiled and immediately knew her response. "Okay, help your brother to a seat, and I will get it prepared for you both. Did you finish your homework?"

"Yes, and daddy helped me with my math homework." I smiled at her response while cutting them a slice of the ice cream cake Taehyung had brought home when he picked her up from school and Hyun Seok from daycare.

Taking their ice cream cake to them, I placed it on the table, "enjoy and don't make a mess. We are having dinner at seven, so make sure all your chores are done before then." I say to Iseul and then turned to my almost-four-year-old, "baby make sure you clean up your playroom and help your sister with putting away the plates, okay?" He nodded his head while scooping up some of his ice cream cake, putting it into his mouth. Giving them both a kiss on the forehead, I leave them in the kitchen to finish up with their snack.

I went to my room but didn't see Taehyung, after hearing the shower I knew where he was. Deciding not to bother him, I head to my home office to finish grading some papers. It was mid-terms, and I had a lot of exams to grade; it was not my favorite thing to do. I am happy we will be incorporating more technology into the classroom starting next semester as it was needed. Sitting and grading all these exam papers took up too much of my time. I taught Korean and biology at the high school closest to our home. I was first hired to teach biology, and then I got asked to teach Korean as well, it was a lot, but I loved it. Teaching was my passion, and I was happy to be doing it again.

Taehyung wasn't traveling as much anymore; he traveled only when needed. He also made it his duty to pick up the kids twice per week, sometimes three if he could. The other days I picked them up from school and daycare. We balanced things out together and made it work. He was surprisingly supportive of me deciding to go back to work. It was a change I was happy to see in our marriage, very different from when we were in Seoul.

Jimin and Namjoon moved into their own home two years ago, but right next door to us, I saw them every day, so it was like they were still living with us. They were surely building a big family, though; they had two girls and another on the way. I was happy for them, especially my brother. He seemed genuinely happy, which made me happy. He deserves nothing but happiness.

As I settled into my office, my phone rings; I smiled and answered it, "Hey, what's up?"

"I saw Jimin today," Hoseok said, surprising me.

"O-oh, how did that go?" I know Jimin probably shitted himself seeing Hoseok; he tensed every time he was around and I was talking to Hoseok. I am sure he would tell me about it later when he calls.

He sighed, "I kept my calm; you would be pleasantly surprised I didn't cause a fuss."

"Well, that's good. How do you feel, though?" I know how hard it was for him; based on our countless conversations over the last two and a half years, I know the effect everything had on him.

Hoseok had reached out to me, which was the most shocking thing that had happened to me in the last couple of years. I would have never expected him to. He had just finalized his divorce with Yoongi and called me crying, saying he needed to talk with someone, and after giving things, some thought he realized he had judged be wrong without even giving me a chance.

I had nothing towards him, he and Taehyung had a history, but that was before me. I listened to him that day, uncertain if I wanted to have another conversation, as I was approaching with caution. I made it clear to him that I knew about Jimin and Yoongi, but it wasn't my business, and he and I weren't close. He acknowledges he understood and asked if he could call again, and I mindlessly agreed; before I knew it, we were talking daily. I helped him pick out a name for his son, even visited for a few weeks to help out after he gave birth. Then I went back to his wedding, which was six months ago. I kept my friendship with both him and Jimin separate as I understood the situation between the two of them. I didn't discuss Jimin with Hoseok and likewise Jimin.

"I feel okay, I thought I would be angry seeing him, but I wasn't. Hurt, but not angry. He seems to be doing good, which is great. I know I don't want to be around him again, but glad to know he is well. He is married. I didn't know that."

I smiled; I was happy to hear how calmly he spoke; like me, Hoseok had matured a lot within the last two years. He focused on his kids and broke out into doing the fashion work he was passionate about. He would say I helped a lot to encourage him, but honestly, I owed most of it to my husband, who I had learned from.

"I feel good hearing you are not angry, and it's understandable not wanting to be around him. I think he knows that too. By the way, Taehyung and I are coming there for a week, he will be there for work, but I will be there just to be there; we can hang out then. I can't wait to see the kids. Jae seems like he has gotten very big."

"Thanks for the heads up, I will make sure I am available, and the kids are doing good. Jae is getting bigger and bigger; he turns three next month. Also, guess what?"

"What?"

"We are expecting."

My eyes widen, "what?!"

"Yes, I know right, found out yesterday, one month along." I could hear him smiling on the other end of the line, making me smile too.

"That's amazing! Congratulations!" Wow, how funny he and Jimin kept having kids so closely apart. I wouldn't tell him that, but it was fascinating.

We spent some more time talking on the phone. I told him about my day, and then we spoke about the kids; he wanted me to bring some of Iseul's artwork for him. He loved my daughter's drawing. Her skills were superb for a kid; it was a skill she certainly did not get from me. I failed at drawing a stick figure.

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"Babe, I was waiting for you," Taehyung says with a pout as he stood in front of my office door. He looked so handsome and adorable, something I didn't know was possible until he did it.

I got up from my chair and walked over to him, kissing his lips, "then why didn't you come to get me?"

"I did, but you were on the phone, so I went and got dinner started." I pulled away and frowned at him.

"Do you mean you warmed up the food I cooked earlier?" I had already prepared dinner when I got home; there was nothing for him but probably warm up the food and serve us dinner.

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back to him, kissing me. I felt his hand inching up my shirt, and he pushes me more into my office, but as he was about to close the door, Hyun Seok calls out my name.

Taehyung sighs and leans his forehead against mine, "are you sure he is turning four?"

I burst out laughing and pushed him away before our son walked in and saw us. "Let's go have dinner; we can finish this up later."

"You promise?" He whispers, rushing to the entrance of the room, blocking my way.

"I promise," I whisper back to him, rubbing my hand along his shorts, touching his member before escaping past him as he groans. I lived for teasing him; he made it so easy.