Jin POV
I woke up with a child in my arms and an arm tightly around my waist. Yoongi was currently curled up into my chest. He had a nightmare last night and just wanted to be in here with us. Out of all the boys, Yoongi is probably the one who craves the most physical affection. He may act like he doesn't like it at times, but he secretly loves it.
I felt a pain in my hips and then I remembered what happened last night. It was magical and definitely mind blowing. It was the best sex I have ever had. Namjoon was so attentive and yet rough at the same time. He looked so hot but afterwards he was so so sweet. My face got warmer just thinking about last night.
Yoongi came into our room about 20 minutes after our shower. He said he had a nightmare and wanted to sleep with us, not that we minded. It made me sad to hear that his nightmare was about his own mother, it actually broke my heart. A child is supposed to love and be loved by their mother, not be scared of or abused by them.
Namjoon told me that Yoongi was the one who took Minji leaving the hardest. It wasn't that he missed her, it was the fact of he was scared she was going to come back. He also told me Minji was the worst when it came to him, always belittling him about how quiet he was. Namjoon said she would call him names a lot and make him feel useless. That made me cry when I heard that one.
Though Namjoon always made sure to let Yoongi know that she was wrong about him. He made sure Yoongi knew that he was loved and that he was a good little boy. That's what I love the most about Namjoon. He's so reassuring and comforting, and half the time he doesn't even have to say anything. His presence is just calming.
I closed my eyes again, just taking in how calm I felt. I snuggled closer to Namjoon and his grip around me tightened. I smiled gently and gently stroked Yoongi's hair. Namjoon was right, he did look like a little dumpling while he slept. His face was smooshed into the pillow, his hair was sticking up everywhere, and his face was a little puffy. He looked adorable, almost just like his father.
My silence was interrupted by the sound of quiet giggling and the door opening. I felt the blanket being tugged and felt two other bodies climb up onto the bed. I pretended to be asleep until I felt a tiny body lay across my stomach.
"Dada up!" The voice exclaimed.
I peeked an eye open and saw Jungkook sitting there with his bunny smile. I grinned softly at him and put a finger to my lips, then pointing at Yoongi. He giggled when he saw his older brother, crawling under the blankets and snuggling up to him.
I looked over at Namjoon and saw that Jimin was trying to crawl into Namjoon's arms for a cuddle. I looked over at the time and saw it was 7:30 in the morning. I jolted out of bed, startling the children and Namjoon.
"THE KIDS ARE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" I exclaimed.
I rushed down the hall and saw Hoseok was trying his hardest to help Taehyung get dressed. I quickly fixed them and ushered them down the stairs so they could get a snack. I ran back into mine and Namjoon's room. Namjoon looked very unhappy and Yoongi was very confused.
"Why're you yelling?" Namjoon groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"The kids are going to be late! It's almost 7:40! We need to leave in 10 minutes!" I exclaimed, ushering the boys out of the room so they could go get dressed.
Namjoon looked over at the clock and sprung out of bed, "I'm gonna be late!"
After what seemed like forever, we were all dressed and in the car. Namjoon took Jungkook and Hoseok to their daycare/preschool, while I took the other three. We made it there in the nick of time and thus began the long series of unfortunate events.
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I sat in the teachers lounge at lunchtime with my head in my hands. Usually I eat with Yoongi, but today I wasn't. I got yelled at by my boss for coming in late and then to make it even worse she punished me with a ton of form organizing by grade. What I have to do is sort every form every child has turned in and put it in alphabetical order by grade. That's going to take me ages.
Then to add on to my glorious day, I yelled at Yoongi today. Not in front of everyone, but privately during recess. He didn't want to go and started throwing a tantrum. I got frustrated and yelled at him, something I've never done to my kids before. Then to make me feel like even more shit, he had a panick attack. That was terrible.
After my lunch break I went back into the classroom and told the children they had quiet reading time for the next 45 minutes. Yoongi wouldn't even look at me and I just wanted to cry so bad. I felt awful and I couldn't even do anything. I was scared to tell Namjoon because I'm afraid he'd leave me for doing that to his child. I sat in my chair and got to work on form organizing.
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It was now 6:30 at night and I just got done with it. My neck hurt, my eyes hurt, my head hurt, my heart hurt. Namjoon was understanding I had to stay over, but I don't think he was too happy about it. That and I think he sensed something happened between Yoongi and I. He's probably gonna get really mad at me and then he'll break up with me.
I grabbed my keys and went out to the car. I climbed in and drove home in silence. No radio, no humming, just silence. I got home and sat in the driveway for 5 minutes. I slowly climbed out and walked inside. Jimin and Jungkook immediately greeted me with hugs, followed by Taehyung and Hoseok. Yoongi was nowhere to be found. I hung my keys and put my shoes in the rack. I went into the kitchen and saw Namjoon washing the dishes.
"Hey." He said, not even looking up.
"Hi." I said back, going to grab some instant noodles to heat up in the microwave.
"Your takeout is in the microwave." Namjoon said, taking the ramen out of my hand.
"Oh...thank you." I whispered, taking it out.
I sat at the island and quietly ate, not even bothering to look at Namjoon. My mind was racing a million miles an hour and I wanted so bad just to cry. I felt horrible, my whole body was sore and I felt really guilty.
I finished eating and cleaned up. Namjoon had gone off to bathe the kids and get them ready for bed. I looked at the time and saw it took me an hour to eat. I sighed and trudged up the stairs. I looked in Yoongi's room and hesitantly knocked on the door. He looked over and then looked down.
"Yeah?" He said, not even looking at me.
"Can we talk?" I asked. He hesitantly nodded his head. I walked over and sat on the bed, kneeling on my knees. "Listen...I am so sorry for yelling at you today. I had a horrible horrible day and I took it out on you. I know it was wrong and I know you're really mad at me right now. Yoongi, you know how much I love you. Sometimes grown ups get really upset and they yell without meaning to because they reach their breaking point from stress. I was so stressed out today and instead of dealing with it I yelled at you. For that, I am so sorry."
Yoongi didn't say anything for a few minutes, he was just kind of taking everything in. I nervously chewed my lip as I watched him think. Then he looked at me and nodded his head.
"It's okay...I know you didn't mean it." Yoongi replied, looking at me. "Appa said that adults get angry from bad thoughts and sometimes don't mean to yell when something happens."
I sighed in relief, "Come here you." I opened my arms.
He crawled into my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck tightly. "I love you too, daddy."
We stayed like that for a few minutes until I tucked him in. I kissed his forehead and left the room to kiss the other children goodnight. After that, I nervously went to mine and Namjoon's room and saw him in a pair of sweats and no shirt sitting on the bed.
"Close the door." He mumbled.
I closed it and awkwardly stood there. "How was your day?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
"Fine until Yoongi told me you made him get his shakes today." He grumbled.
I internally groaned and ran my hands over my face. "We talked it out a few minutes ago and I apologized." I whispered.
Namjoon just looked at me, "You yelled at him knowing he hates getting yelled at because it makes him think of his mom." He calmly stated.
That made me feel sick. "I-I know..I just had an awful day a-and my boss was a royal bitch and punished my for being late. T-Then he refused to go out for recess, and then I-I yelled at him and that made me feel more like shit. He wouldn't let me hold him and I-I didn't know what to do and my whole day was just shitty and I-I took it out on him and I know I shouldn't have and just everything went wrong today." I rambled, trying my best not to cry.
Namjoon's face softened and I just broke down in tears. I felt him pull me into his embrace and rub gentle circles on my back. I just cried into his neck and he held me, just letting me cry. He ran his fingers through my hair and whispered sweet things into my ear. I slowly calmed down and he wiped away my tears.
"We all have our bad days and we are definitely not perfect parents. We're going to make mistakes and we're definitely going to fuck up, but that's okay. Jin, if you ever feel stressed I want you to tell me. I want you to call me so we can talk it out in a healthy manner. Promise?" Namjoon said, cupping my face gently.
I nodded, "I promise."
He leaned in and gave me a sweet, soft kiss. I smiled a little and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled away and kissed my forehead.
"Would you like a massage?" He asked.
"That would be wonderful."
I took off my shirt and laid down on the bed. He sat on my butt and started massaging my back. It felt so relaxing. How did I get so lucky?