Chapter 9

Making breakfast had been easier than he thought it would be and after they had all eaten and the baby had been nursed, they retired to the living room where he turned on the morning cartoons for the three boys. Jungkook was currently sprawled out on the changing mat as he quietly cried his tiny hands reaching up at his Papa to be picked up. Suga made quick work of changing the baby deciding to leave his son in just a nappy and a shirt. He picked Kookie up, going to the garage to throw the dirty nappy away. "Papa I'm still hungry."

Suga closed the door to the garage and picked Taehyung up setting the four year old on his other hip.

"How about we have fruit and then make daddy some coffee, sound good?"

"Papa?"

"Yeah, baby, what's up?" Yoongi placed Jungkook in the play pen and shifted the four year old to his other hip and carefully got out the fruit and washed it. When Tae was in his seat, he got out the coffee from the cupboard. "Are you leaving again?"

"What? No, baby, papa is staying for a long time." Suga says, he ruffled his sons hair and placed the bowl of fruit in front of him. "Do you want me to leave again?"

"No papa, I don't want you to miss my birthday again. And daddy was sad a lots."

"Telling papa our little secret huh," Namjoon says, he kissed Tae's cheek and ruffled his son's hair. Suga handed him his freshly brewed coffee smiling fondly as his husband took a sip and then breathed in the sent of his coffee. "Morning, baby," RM whispers. He took another sip of his coffee.

"Morning," Suga says, and tilts his head slightly up as RM presses a kiss on his cheek. As his husband tries to retreat, Yoongi grins and grabs the back of Namjoon's neck, pulling him down for a proper morning kiss.

Namjoon laughs against Suga’s lips. "Careful baby, unless you want to wear my coffee."

"Worst things have happened," Yoongi mutters, smiling into the kiss. "It’s going to be a perfect day either way."

Namjoon laughs and pulls away from Suga, he pours himself another cup of coffee before settling down on the bar stool. He smiles over at his son Taehyung, the boy's face covered with pieces of fruit that hadn't made it into his mouth. He picked out the few pieces of fruit that had somehow landed in his boys hair. "I think you'll be taking a bath tonight Taehyung."

The four year old smiles and giggles up at his daddy bits and pieces of fruit stuck in his teeth, the blueberries staining the inside of his lips. "No fanks you daddy."

Taking a final sip of his coffee, he set the empty coffee mug on the island and stood up and stretched. "Come here," he says lifting the four year old out of his chair. "Daddy's gonna wipe your face." Tae began to fuss hating the idea of his face being washed, but his daddy wasn't listening, instead, Namjoon carried his to the sink, opened the cupboard and pulled out the bag of baby wipes. He pressed the baby wipe to Tae's cheek rubbing gently. "Jungdanhada," he says sternly, but his four year old wasn't having any of it. "Kim Tae-hyung, stop it or daddy will put you in time out."

"No daddy."

"Then listen." The father growled. Once he was done wiping the mess off his son's face, RM sets the boy down and tells him to go play and watch cartoons. Picking up his empty mug, he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and headed to the living room to watch cartoons with his kids. He waved at the baby in the play pen, rubbing a thumb over his son's smooth cheeks.

With a sigh he plopped down on the couch catching the attention of his kids. "Come here Ho-seok, come cuddle with daddy." The child didn't hesitate and crawled into his father's lap, his head resting on his daddy's shoulder and his small hand holding onto the arm of his father's night shirt. Hobi was always the more cuddly child out of Jin and Tae. He was more sensitive and also more easy going, he liked to think that Ho-seok got his chill personality from Suga. After all, Suga was the king at being a savage. They spent the morning watching cartoons and movies something that Namjoon and Min Yoongi only allowed his kids to do on the weekend. Occasionally, Min Yoongi would get up and snap a few pictures of his husband and kids. He never was a fan of posting his personal life on social media, but since he's been home, he been wanting to introduce the world and his fans to his family. His fear and anxiety were keeping him from being brave, but he would have to talk to Namjoon about it later.

The first time Nam-joon's phone vibrated on the desk in his studio, Suga checked the caller ID and saw that it was JB. He made a mental note to call BigHit Entertainment as soon as his meeting with a potential client was over, and placed the phone back down on the desk.

A half hour later, when the phone rang for a second time, he didn't check the phone. Instead he checked his watch. It was 5pm, which meant that RM would be back with the kids soon. He leaned over and checked the pram that was sitting by his desk, the baby was still sleeping soundly.  His meeting was going longer than he'd planned, but he had to give all his attention to the artist, who was talking about some ideas on a new song he wanted Suga to write a rap for and produce. If the artist loved what he had written, he'd eventually have to fly to Japan to record the song and help the artist on the rest of the album.

After the phone vibrated a third time and then a fourth, he was actually beginning to worry. JB, The leader of GOT7 never called this much, not unless something was wrong. He picked up the phone again doing his best to keep his voice even and calm, he answered the phone. "Min Yoongi."

Oh hi Yoongi hyung, did I call you by mistake? I was trying to reach your husband.

"He took the boys to the zoo and forgot his phone. I can take a message though."

No need," the voice on the other line was calm and sounded happy, thank you though, we're on our way. We'll be there about six.

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