"Yoon-uh... is everything okay?" RM asked. He hugged his husband tighter feeling moisture on his shirt. Yoongi cried, something he didn't do often as well.
He heard Namjoon tell the driver the password to the gate and as the car drove up to their house, he could briefly make out a smile on his bodyguard's face.
Everything felt like a dream. Surely this wasn’t real, surely he was dreaming. It couldn’t be real. He stared at his hands and the soft material they were clutched around. He knew he wasn't dreaming, this was real and RM was the one holding him tight, kissing him, whispering soothing words in his ear and rubbing his back. Another few minutes passed, Namjoon holding his husband tightly as he cried and after a while he finally puts him down on the ground, wiped his tears with his sleeves and gently kissed him on the lips. "Welcome home jagiya."
"I love you," Yoongi whispered, the weight of his words sending a shiver through RM. He knew his husband meant those words. Then Yoonhi kissed him, something that was short and sweet and held every moment they've ever shared and that did more for their mood than anything ever could.
When Yoongi pulled away, it was all Namjoon could do to sigh adorignly at his husband. "I love you, too," he murmured, and gave him another quick kiss and squeezed his hand gently.
They walked through the gate towards the house hand in hand. "The kids are going to be so surprised to see you in the morning."
"God babe, I can't wait to hold them." They entered the house, RM switching on the light in the foyer and they walked to the back of the house. Suga's luggage was sitting by the stairs along with his overnight bag he had left in the back seat of the car.
Namjoon smiled and kissed his hand, "they've missed you too Yoongi ah, go up to bed, I'll be there soon." For the first time in over a year, he slept through the night, Namjoon's arms wrapped tightly around him.
When he woke up the next morning, everything felt out of place; it took a few minutes for his eyes to focus and when they finally did he couldn't help the smile that spread on his face. It was the first time in a long time that he was able to sleep through the nightwithout his mind keeping him up and he had to thank Namjoon for that. As soon as those strong arms wrapped around him and he was pressed firmly to his husband's chest, it took him a matter of minutes before he was sleeping soundly. It hadn't been a dream at all.
The doors flew open, Namjoon walked in holding a very fussy Jungkook. "He's been changed, just needs fed." He handed the baby over to his husband.
"What if he doesn't want to nurse from me?" Yoongi asked nervously. He stared down at the dark locks of his one year old son and smiled. Jungkook had been four months old when he had left to do his world tour and although he hadn't wanted to leave, postponing and canceling wasn't an option.
"He knows who you are hyung, he literally lived inside you for nine months and one week. Not to mention you were the first person to provide him with comfort when he was born. He'll nurse, just be patient." He says, before walking into the bathroom and closing the door. The shower turned on a few seconds later.
The door burst open, his three boys running towards him and jumping on his bed. "Papa! Papa, you're home." Seok-jin says.
"You're home... you're home... homie home home." Hobi shouts jumping up and down on the bed.
"Hello you three, did you miss me?"
Little Tae giggled and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. "Lots and lots daddy. Lots."
"Are you gonna feed baby now?" Hobi asked, he always loved watching him feed Kook and whenever he would change the baby's nappy, he always wanted to help. "Kookie missed you too Papa. Did you miss us?" Hobi added, petting the baby's cheeks.
"Oh, I missed you all so much. So so much, but daddy sent me pictures of all of you everyday." Suga says, he
At first, Suga winced, pulling his son away. It still felt very weird to have his son suck on the most sensitive par of his body, but they tried it again, and he sighed, just sitting there. He looked down, watching his sweet baby boy suck his ******, eyes closed, and after a few seconds his baby began to suckle as the milk came in.
"Annyeong," RM says startling Suga and the four boys. "Bab meog-euleo gaja, let Papa have some alone time with the baby."
"But..."
RM held up a hand, a finger on his lips to silence his kids and pointed to the door a stern look on his face. He began to speak in Korean in the stern fatherly voice that sometimes even scared Suga. With tears in their eyes, and a pout on their faces, Namjoon helped Taehyung off the bed and lead his three boys out of the room. "Take as long as you need hyung."
Suga smiled and nodded.
One week later
They had settled into a good routine again and though it was hard at times to get basic things done, Namjoon was always there to help. Today he had allowed the younger man to sleep in later, taking the baby out of the room while he went to wake the other three boys.
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