The italics words are conversations held over the phone.

His phone vibrated on the night table for what seemed like forever and he had ignored it the first three times it rang. Today was his last day on tour and after a year and a half on the road and three world tours, he was more than ready to go back home to his family. Groaning he picked up his phone and smiled slightly, clicking the green accept button on the screen. As he did so,  he was met with the most beautiful brown eyes, full lips he had ever seen and his husband's bare chest. His curly blond hair covering parts of his face and his skin was perfect and clear making him look like a China doll. In the background he could hear a slew of screams followed by high pitched squealing. "Yeoboseyo," the older man groans and flips on his back. He was getting too old for this.

"Joeun achim, Yoongi ah." Min Yoongi shimmied his body up towards the pillows so his back and,his head were against the headboard. He smiled a gummy smile, wiped the sleep from his eyes and stared at the screen. God his husband was looking particularly handsome this morning(morning for him and nighttime for his husband). "Are you just getting up?" His husband asks an even bigger smile on his face. Suga shook his head adjusting the pillows behind him. Oh he loved it when his husband switched from Korean to English.

"I was getting ready to get up," he lied. "Is something wrong, you never call this late?"

The last time his husband had called this late their son Tae had had a seizure, and while there was nothing he could do(since he was half way across the world), he spent the next several days in a funk. Trying to do a tour while your head was somewhere else was almost impossible, but his husband had been so great at keeping his nerves and fears at bay. "Seriously is everything alright?"

His husband laughed, "everything is fine Yoon, the kids heard me talking to JB about calling you tonight and  they just wanted to say hello and kiss you good night." Letting out a breath of relief he felt his stomach and his shoulder’s relax.

There was a brief moment of silence as the man on the other end of the phone walked back to his children. As he drew closer he could hear the screams and squeals of his kids. Suga noticed that the house had stayed seemingly clean and spotless(just like he had left it). He watched as his husband walked up their grand staircase and pushed the door to the play room open. "Who's gonna say hi to papa first?"

A round of 'me' rang through his ears and a short minute later his children's faces came into view. He got a glimpse of his youngest, Jungkook sitting on the play mat with a dummy bobbing in his mouth as he clumsily played with his toys.  "Annyeong haseyo abeoji,"

"Yeoboseyo, sweetheart." Suga says to his oldest son. Jin was the oldest of the four children and even though he had been the first born in the Min Yoongi family, he had taken on the roll of older brother quite well. He fondly remembers the day he brought Jung Ho-seok home from the hospital, the joy on his son's face was something he'd never forget for as long as he lived. "What did you and daddy do today?"

From the other end he could hear his husband give specific instructions to Jin about holding his phone with two hands while he took the baby to the nursery to change his nappy. Jin was typically a very good boy and a very good listener and he had no problems listening and following the rules but his other kids were a different story. "We played outside and then ulineun bagmulgwan-e ganda."

"Neoneun bagmulgwan-e gassda? Did the others have fun too baby?"

"Yeah, but Kookie crieded a lot and daddy made us leave."

Suga smiled. It was still very shocking to him that at ten years old his son was so mature and more composed than any other kids his age. He shouldn't be that surprised, his husband is a genius and it was only right that one if not all their kids would be too. He always thought parents exaggerated when they said their kids were the best, but his children were really the best and since having kids, he doted and spoiled them more than he thought he ever would.

His first two pregnancies were a breeze, he hardly had to push to get Jin and Hobi out but the last two had been the most tiring and most painful. His third pregnancy with his son Tae had been the worst. Tae-hyung had come a whopping three months early, with a delivery that was just as scary. Everything had been fine, his water broke on the twenty-eighth of December right after lunch. From the moment his water broke until his emergency cesarean on the thirtieth of December he had been in labor. It had taken him eight long hours of contractions, moaning and groaning to dilate an entire centimeter and a good day and a half to be fully dilated. After all the pain and pushing, Tae had refused to come out and made so sign of entering the world. It was unsafe for both the parent and the baby, looking back he was very grateful that his husband had decided on him having the cesarean (since he wasn't in any position to communicate). His last baby Jungkook was a whole other story. He and his husband had decided on a home birth(because it was more private) again, looking back though, if he and his husband had another baby, he would have another home birth. It was easier and caused him the least amount of stress. But Jungkook had been a mess. At one point he remembered the doctor reaching up into him while his husband tried to flip their son so he would come out head first. The whole thing was just a damn mess.

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Shaking himself from his thoughts Yoongi turned his attention back to his son, who was smiling at him through the camera. His two upper and lower front teeth missing. He must have lost them recently. "Did you help daddy with Hobi and Tae?" Yoon-gi didn't even have to ask, he knew how helpful Jin was. As his son shook his head and continued talking, he saw his husband come back in the room a crying baby in his arms and a bottle in the other. Yoongi glanced at the clock, it read 7:30 am(his time) it was definitely past the two younger kids bedtime. "Its late love."

"I know, but they wouldn't go to sleep without seeing you and without their story." Said the younger man with a bright smile. "I thought you'd like to do the honors before you had to go to rehearsals."

He couldn't help but smile as well. It probably wasn't easy being a single father for an entire year while he had been on tour, but his husband was doing a great job. Better than he ever could. How he looked after four kids for an entire year was beyond him. Yoongi could barely look after four of them for an hour, in his eyes, his husband was a saint. "What book are we reading tonight?"

Yoon-gi listens tentively watching his husband address his children, "mueos chaeg uliga ilg-go issseubnikka?" He heard his husband say. A few quiet whispers and his husband turns around to face him again. "Goodnight Moon."

"Papa do voices?" He heard TaeTae ask.

Getting out of bed, he walked to his closet and pulled out a small green suitcase and carefully opened it. When he had first announced his third world tour, he had his husband remind him several times to pack the kids bedtime story books. He didn't want to miss out while he was away traveling and although it had been almost impossible the first week because of the time change and schedules, they had settled on a good schedule. "Papa can't do voices with Goodnight Moon. Maybe tomorrow night love." He pulled out the book and walked back to his bed plopping down with a loud sigh. "Have you brushed your teeth?"

"Daddy helped us already," little Jin says. He crawls into his father's lap bringing his face close to the camera and flashes his teeth at Yoon-gi. Yoongi laughs because even though he did brush them, it was funny seeing his son with several missing teeth.

"Everyone have their pajamas on?" Asked Min Yoongi. He opens the book and looks up at the screen, "ready?"

His husband nods, sets the baby down on the floor and walks to the bed to tuck the three older kids in. When the three boys were tucked in tightly his husband took a seat in the rocking chair with baby Kookie in his arms. His son latches on to the bottle quickly and began to suckle, "do you have enough ****** milk?" Suga asked.

"Enough until you get back." His husband added. He adjusted the infant in his arms and began to rock in the chair. 

"In the great green room there was a telephone and a red balloon and a picture of--

"Gusnais mun," Jin says excitedly.

Both husbands smiled. "And there were three little bears sitting on chairs and what Hobi?"

"Geuligo du mali jag-eun saekki goyang-i."

"And a pair of mittens."

"And a little toy house and a young mouse," his husband joined in. When he looked up, a small smile on his face, he saw that his husband had turned the camera to front facing and was now pointing the screen in front of little Kookie's face. Yoon-gi watched for a while as the small child suckled the rubber tit of the bottle making the cutest noises, his small hands wrapped around the thumb of his husband. He knew he would get emotional(he always did) when he saw his children today, it had been an entire year without seeing them, holding them or even kissing them. A year of missing out on things, birthdays, loose teeth and first day of school. He had missed all their firsts. He felt his chest get tighter and held back a sob. God he was so glad today was the last day of tour and he'd be heading home in a few days. "Papa sad?"

Shaking himself from his thoughts he looked up to see big brown worried eyes staring at him. "No baby, Papa just misses you is all." He tried to smile, but even though his kids were fooled, his husband surely wasn't buying his act. "And a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. And a quiet old lady who was whispering “hush”. Goodnight room and goodnight what?" Yoongi asked.

"Goodnight Moon," it was Tae who responded. And even though his son's dummy was bobbing in and out of his mouth, but he understood what his boy had said.

"Goodnight cow jumping over the moon." He softened his tone of voice and went to a quiet whisper. "Goodnight light. And the red balloon. Goodnight bears. Goodnight chairs. Goodnight kittens. And goodnight mittens. Goodnight clocks."

"And goodnight socks," his husband added.

"Goodnight little house,"

"And goodnight mouse," the younger man paused, pulled the sleeping baby closer to him and began gentle taps on the baby's back. Min Yoongi watched in fascination, his husband had always been the best at getting their kids to burp. No matter how hard he tried his children never gave it as much effort when he was the one trying to relieve the air from their bellies. The younger man was more patient than he'd ever be. "Goodnight comb. And goodnight brush. Goodnight nobody. Goodnight mush. And goodnight to the old lady whispering “hush”. Goodnight stars."

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"Goodnight air," he whispered softly. From where the younger man had placed his phone again, he got a clear view of his three boys sleeping soundly; both Hobi and Jin were on the outside of the bed, Hobi on the right and Jin on the left side and Tae was in the middle of the bed. "Good night noises everywhere." He finished by closing the book. "Goodnight Hobi, goodnight Jin-nie, goodnight my little Tae and goodnight my little Kookie monster. Papa will be home soon."

Give me a few minutes to put Kook down in the crib and I'll come talk to you.

Knowing that it would take his wonderful husband more than a few minutes to put their baby to bed, he returned the book to the suitcase and decided to shower and brush his teeth.

After his shower he threw on a pair of sweatpants and the over-sized sweater his husband had let him take on tour. It still smelled like the younger man and on nights when being away from them was too much, he would pull the sweater out of the bag, removed his shirt and sweats and let the soft material touch his bare chest and legs as he curled into his husband's scent. Those were usually the nights he would cry himself to sleep as his amazing husband stayed on the phone with him until he woke up the next morning.

Yoon-gi walked down to the hotel for breakfast and quickly grabbed himself a plate of everything. He normally hated American breakfast foods, but it had been almost a day since he had eaten anything. He headed to the corner of the dining room and took a seat by the window. He didn't want to disturb the other occupants in the room. He knew he'd probably get a few stares here and there once they heard him speaking Korean, but he didn't care. He was going to talk with his man if it was the last thing he did. Half-way through his breakfast his husband's face appeared on the screen again. "Yoongi ah, when do you wrap up?"

"Majimag konseoteuneun oneul bam-igo."

"Why are you speaking Korean?"

Min Yoon-gi took a bite of his over cooked eggs and swallowed hard. Why he was still torturing himself with this breakfast was beyond him. He hated hotel food almost as much as he hated being late. "I'm downstairs in the hotel lobby. Nam-eun bam dong-an mueos-eul hal geongayo?"

"Naneun ajig mol lunda, maybe eat and then finish grading the last of my students thesis."

"You look tired baby, jago issni?"

The younger man set the phone down and began his nightly ritual of cleaning up from the days activities. "Not really. The baby cries for hours sometimes and when I get him to sleep and lay down, Hobi and Tae wake up from nightmares." He felt a little bad that his young husband was working so hard and losing sleep. When he wasn't teaching, his twenty-six year old husband was with their children 24\7. He wondered if he gets any time to himself to just breathe or maybe even just use the toilet, but the chances of that were pretty unlikely. They talked about everything from their kids to what they would do to each other once the tour was over and he was back in Korea. Sweet lord how he loved it when his husband talked filthy and sensual. Deciding to give up on breakfast, Yoongi threw the remainder of his food away, put the used utensils in the bucket and quickly ran up the stairs. He was not going to miss another opportunity of getting freaky with his husband. Not again.

"What about our no sexy time on camera rule?" The younger asked. It had only been a rule they set after he and Yoongi had accidentally sent nude pictures of themselves to Jackson Wang and his husband. Of course his friends had never let them live it down. It still comes up in almost every conversation they have, but thats when he had learned that Min Yoon-gi was a savage and completely shameless.

"We haven't seen each other in person for an entire year, do you really care?"

"What about your fans Yoongi?"

Suga shook his head and shrugged. "What about them?" The older man asked, he stripped off his shirt, then his undershirt and eventually his jeans. "Are you gonna make me come or what?"

"Jesus Yoon, make sure the doors are locked and the shower is on. **** your so hot when you get needy."

The older man rushed into the bathroom, he shut the door and turned the shower on. He quickly exited the room and opened the side pocket of his suitcase, once he had grabbed what he was looking for, he entered the bathroom and locked it. "Its been one year. We went from touching each other everyday to nothing. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."

"Touch yourself, Yoongi ah," The younger man swallowed. "God baby you're so hot."

There was a pause and movement on the other line before the young man's voice comes through, his tone light and conversational. "Sorry I thought one of the kids was up."

"Already hard, huh?” Suga asked

"Of course, baby, do I look like a robot to you?”

Suga laughs low on the line and the man on the opposite end of the phone gives himself a little twist at the head.

“Mhmm-m, that's what I thought.” There's a few seconds of shuffling and Min Yoon-gi can tell that his husband was relaxed. Finally. He's probably got his legs spread a little and a hand on his semi hard cock. Suga moans quietly rubbing a soft dry finger over his hole, already extremely and helplessly horny.

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