#dadau

Aizawa was right, it had indeed been a long night. They had called in Recovery girl, who ended up determining that the quirk that sent the twins back in time would wear off.

Eventually.

Until then y/n was permitted to stay in the class 1-a dorms with Todoroki, since they were appointed the twins temporary caretakers. So now the three of them were heading back to the 1-a dorms, with two still very sleepy children. Midoriya was coming up with a few plans for when school started, with both you and Shoto being a hero course student things would be complicated. You looked at your green haired friend, incredibly thankful for his overthinking mind. There was also one more thing that could prove to be a problem, if the kids didn’t disappear beforehand, that is.

Next week you would start interning again, most of the students would be with the hero they had their work study with. See here lays the problem, no matter how much Shoto disliked his father he was a decent teacher when it came to his fire. Shoto was therefore doing his work studies with Endeavor, and since the pro you had your work studies with went on maternity leave last week. Endeavor, had therefore allowed you to intern with him, as long as your hero was on maternity leave. It wasn’t as if you could just leave the twins here, not to mention alone. The teachers were busy people, which was also one of the reasons that you and Shoto had been granted guardianship over your kids for the time being.

No matter, you would take it as it comes. Right now you have to get your children to bed. Your children, it was such a weird thing to say. I mean you are all just teenagers, nonetheless looking at the sleeping children in Todoroki’s arms you couldn’t help but love them. These precious children were yours and Shoto’s, and you already loved them with all your heart.

Walking into the common room of the class 1-a dorms, the five of you were greeted by the rest of class 1-a. Nobody said anything for a while, instead their classmates opted to look between you, Shoto and the twins. The curious glances, and the aura they gave off made you subconsciously step closer to the twins, and in the process standing half in front of Todoroki, lightly pushing up against him. The twins were beginning to stir in their sleep, not feeling the movement from before. Shoto didn’t notice though, he was having a hard time keeping his composure. You, the love of his life, the most beautiful girl in school and the mother of his children were lightly pushed up against him. Your chest touching his arm, sent a wave of heat to his cheeks. Blushing he turned his gaze towards his classmates, who still had no idea what was going on. First he left with two children who called him daddy, then he returned along with the school princess from class 1-b and now he is blushing. ‘Is the world ending’ Mina thought, her always stoic and blunt classmate, the unobtainable Todoroki Shoto was freaking blushing.

With Shoto turning his attention towards his glassmates, they finally snapped out of their stupor. Sending a line of quick fire questions his way, unfortunately effectively waking up the twins in the process. “Mommy what is happening” the adorable and childish sleeping voice of your son Ren rang out. Turning towards the noise, Ren sleepily looked at them rubbing his eyes with his tiny fist. eliciting a string of aww’s from the girls. Ren, ignoring that, stretched his arms out towards you, signaling that he would like to switch parents. Carefully you lifted Ren out of Todoroki’s arms, and craddled Ren to your chest. Stroking his hair to lull him back to sleep, you turned to Todoroki, hoping to gain his attention. Only to find him looking at your interaction with Ren, a soft smile splayed on his lips. The seer beauty and contentment you could spot in that smile made it contagious, and without your knowledge you copied him. The rest of the class was still your audience, and it was clear as day to them that the two of you were in love. Causing them to, once again wonder, what the hell is going on.

“We’ll explain later, Momo, can you make some pajamas for the twins ” You silently whispered, not wanting to wake up the twins again. Seemingly satisfied with your answer, class 1.a began talking amongst themselves again, quietly of course. As hero course students they knew how precious sleep was, and after the whole ordeal with the young boy crying they could imagine how tired the little fella was. Turning towards Shoto, who was lightly bouncing Reina in his arms to keep her asleep, you whispered again. “ I don’t know about sleeping arrangements, but I assume the twins will sleep with you?” He nodded “Follow me darling” The endearment slipped past his lips before he could fully comprehend what he had said, but once his brain caught up to his mouth he blushed hard. The color of his face was a serious rival to that of Kirishima’s hair, not that your face was any less red. Choosing to ignore the heat in your cheeks, you gave him a small nod and smile, motioning for him to lead the way with your head.

Momo followed behind the little family. Not a minute after they were out of earshot, the class began interrogating Midoriya since he was most likely caught up on the situation. Making some small talk with Momo was pleasant, and you speedily caught her up to date. “ So those adorable twins are yours and Shoto’s, and as long as they are here you’ll be staying at the 1-a dorms?” She softly asked, sounding suspiciously happy. Nodding as an answer. “ But if the twins stay with Shoto, where will you stay?” Momo asked, and she raised a fair point. Where were you going to stay?. “ I don’t know, I didn’t think that far ahead.” You answered her, keeping your voice low. “ I can make you a mattress along with some sleep wear, and you can borrow the room next to mine, if you’d like?” Momo proposed. It was a good offer, and you gratefully accepted it.

After setting the twins up in Shoto’s room, you were standing with Todoroki in the doorframe into his room. The Japanese style room now adorned a mattress, with two six year olds sleeping on it. “Well, good night Todoroki” You silently bid him good night, turning around to make your way to your room. “ Call me Shoto, I think we might be over formalities” He lightly said, turning back to look at the twins for a second, before turning back to look at you. You looked so appealing, the soft light cast by the moon hit your face perfectly. To Shoto, in that moment, you looked ethereal, and he couldn’t be happier that he ended up with you. “ Then call me y/n” , giving him a closed eye smile, turning back around again.

You walked a few steps, still feeling his eyes on you. Remembering his little slip up earlier, you plucked up the courage to be a little daring and perhaps teasing. Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you gave him a small smirk “ Good night, darling~” turning back, satisfied with yourself you left for your temporary living quarters. Leaving a very flustered Shoto with his thoughts’. Small flames decorated his arm as a response to his flustered state, patting them and putting them out he closed his dorm room door and went to sleep with a small smile on his face.

Waking up the next morning, you were met with three arms around your waist. None of which belonged to you, two were way too small and one was way too bulky to be yours. Your arms were wrapped around a twin each, as they slept on each side of your chest. It seems that at some point in the night Shoto had wrapped his arm around the three of you, and no matter how hard you tried you just didn’t find the situation weird or wrong. On the contrary, sleeping with the twins and Shoto felt so natural that it was borderline scary. Remembering how you ended up in this predicament, was a hard task to solve with your sleep induced brain.

Right, Ren woke up Reina because he had a nightmare. In turn Reina woke Shoto up, because she was having a hard time calming down Ren. Shoto had no idea how he was supposed to calm down the now crying twins. Turns out Reina is easily emotional, so when Ren cries, so does Reina. So Shoto’s genius plan was to wake you up, to help him deal with them. Somehow that ended up in you cuddling the kids to calm them down, and then roping you into staying here and sleeping with them. After a quick nod from Shoto, who was secretly happy he got to sleep and cuddle his little family, you all fell asleep pretty quickly.

Dragging her frame out of bed, she silently left the room. Taking the escalator down to the first floor, she was met with some of the early birds. And after Bakugou helped you wake fully up, by yelling at you demanding answers as to why you are here in their dorms at 6 in the morning. You began on breakfast, as it would take a bit longer now that you had to make 4 portions. Humming to herself she failed to notice the increasingly growing crowd, having no idea how loudly she was humming. Only when she was done, turning around with a plate in each hand did she notice the crowd. Slowly they began clapping and showering her in compliments for her voice.

Standing to the side was Shoto with his content little smile. He had woken up a bit when he felt a cold spot on his arm that previously was warm, slowly cracking his eyes open and he noticed your absence. Carefully tucking the twins in again he began his quest on finding you, his first stop was the common areas. He bore witness to your little unintentional concert, completely mesmerized by the way your hips swayed to the beat you were humming. Slowly, subconsciously, he came up to you and put his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the crook of your neck.

You were picking up the other two plates of breakfast, when you felt the arms circling your waist followed by a face nuzzling your neck. It was odd, you had only spent one night together, and you were already acting like a married couple. It should have freaked you out, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In this very moment with Shoto cuddling you and hugging you from behind, while you had breakfast ready for the four of you, you’d never felt more loved and at home in your life. His hair was tickling your cheek as he nuzzled his face more into your neck. Patting his head slightly, you tried to get out of his grasp. But would he allow that, nooooo, instead he tightened his arms around you, lips ghosting your neck. “ Sho, I have to wake the twins up before breakfast gets cold'' Kissing your delicate cheek he slowly let go. Sitting the two other plates down, you make your way up to the twins.

Entering Shoto’s room, the sight that greeted you was so wholesome you just had to take a picture. The twins were hugging each other, their cheeks squished together. Easing your way over to them, bending down to kiss their cheeks and lightly shaking them awake. Reina sat up first, shortly followed by Ren, both rubbed their eyes with their tiny fists. They were simply adorable and you had to fight away the urge to squeal in delight. “Breakfast is ready, my cuties” You said softly. Both twins stretched their arms towards you, silently pleading to get picked up. Rolling your eyes you picked them up, balancing on your forearms letting them hug your neck for more balance. Reina pressed the buttons in the escalator, since your arms were noticeably full.

Sitting Ren next to you, and Reina next to Shoto, you began to eat your breakfast. Talking about what you were going to do today, as it is a Sunday and the only day completely free before work studies starts up again tomorrow. The twins wanted to go to the park, and so it was quickly decided what you were going to do today. After breakfast you dressed the twins in some clothes that Momo had made, so you didn’t have to worry about going shopping.

Together you made your way to the park, ignoring the stares from the onlookers. The twins held hands, with Ren holding your left hand and Reina holding Shoto’s right hand. The four of you took up the entire sidewalk, but you didn’t care. You children were happily chatting with their dad, while you kept aware of your surroundings. Arriving at the park you and Shoto took a spot on a nearby bench, while the twins rushed towards the other children. It was clear that Reina was the more confident of the two, from your spot on the bench you could see that she was the one to initiate the twins joining the others.

While her attention was on the children, Shoto's was on her, the beautiful woman beside him. Inching closer to her, he debated with himself if he would be too forward if he put an arm around her shoulders. He couldn’t understand how he could be so bold this morning, because now he was a nervous wreck. It didn’t make sense to him, putting his arm around your shoulders wouldn’t even be half as daring as his stunt this morning. ‘I don’t think she’ll mind, if she did she would have pushed me away this morning right?’ He thought to himself. Deep in thought he didn’t notice that he subconsciously put his arm around you, he only noticed when you leaned on his shoulder. “ This is nice, '' She said softly, and Shoto couldn't agree more.

*Click*

You spoke too soon, the unmistakable sound of a camera going off brought you to that conclusion. Surveying the area with your eyes, you spotted them. There were about 15 reporters, pointing their cameras towards you and Shoto. You tensed against him “Shoto, there are around 15 reporters photographing us at 4 o’clock” He subtly looked the way, and sure enough he spotted them as well. “ You want to make a run for it ” You nodded against his shoulder. “Let’s meet up at the ice cream shop between 4th and 6th ” He gave a small hum of confirmation.

Standing up abruptly and making your way over to the twins, you took one each and they said goodbye to their playmates. Holding Ren to your chest you began walking away from the park and towards 4th, footsteps following a few meters behind you. Spotting a crowded area, you made your way in between these people, while also explaining to Ren why you were half speed walking and half running. Spotting an abandoned alleyway, you swiftly made your way down it. Effectively shaking the reporters off, but somehow you still felt their eyes on you. Fairly certain that you had shaken them off, you chose to ignore the feeling of being watched.

Standing in the shadows was Dabi, his eyes following his ears towards the sound of someone entering his alleyway. He had just finished a job and was taking a break, when he noticed who had entered an alleyway. It was a teenage girl with a child around the age of 6-7 years old. Normally Dabi wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate people if they saw him, but for some reason he did this time. Maybe it was the fact that the boy looked like an alternative version of his youngest brother, or maybe it was the fact that the story the little boy was telling the girl sounded like something straight out of his life. “Uncle Touya is super cool, even if he used to be a villain. Daddy said that it was Grandpa Enji’s fault he ended up a villain anyway. I wanted to be like uncle Touya, but then I got my quirk and it was like Grandma Rei’s, so I can’t make flames like he and Daddy do. But that's okay, 'cause mommy and daddy love me anyway. ” So for perhaps the first time, he ignored them and went on his way.

Listening to your son talk about his uncle Touya was wholesome, but Ren unbeknownst to himself also just ratted out one of the most wanted villains. The description of Dabi matched what your son was saying, and now that you think about it his wanted profile says cerulean eyes. The classic Todoroki eyes should have given him away sooner. Deciding that this information was something that you couldn’t come out with was hard, but something must have happened. Something good since Ren said that he used to be a villain, past tense. Figuring that everything would work out the way it was supposed to, you finished making your way to the ice cream shop.

Standing in front of the shop was Shoto, and a very excited Reina. The little redhead was bouncing in Shoto’s arms, and that only intensified when she spotted the other half of the family coming towards them. Together the four of them went into the ice cream shop, and agreed that it would be best to head back to UA. It was Shoto’s turn to cook today, so of course he had bought all the ingredients a few days ago, he was going to make Soba for everyone.

Shoto had gotten a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of strawberry per the twins request, so that his ice cream and hair would match. The twins got some kind of kiddie ice cream, it was rainbow colored and they were very pleased with their choice, if their delighted faces said anything.

Walking back into the 1a- dorms, ignoring the glances of the few curious that were lounging around the common areas. Shoto began dinner, with two very eager spectators. You sat down on the couch and talked with the Dekusquad girls. “ Isn’t it weird becoming a mom overnight like this?” Ochaco asked. “It should be shouldn’t it?, but I don’t feel like it is. Maybe I just have a strong maternal instinct” You answered her shrugging your shoulders. “ What about your relationship with Todoroki, you seemed pretty cozy this morning *kero*” Tsu pointed out, making you blush and stutter. Leaving the laughing girls behind, you went to the kitchen to see if Shoto needed any help.

Somehow it seemed the twins had smoothly talked their father into letting them help him. So now the twins were cutting the vegetables, while Shoto was cooking the Soba noodles. They were clumsy with the nice, but avoided cutting themselves. You had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t the first time they’d managed to weasel their way into a kitchen, for two 6 year-olds they were way too proficient in a kitchen.

Dinner was delicious and filled with light chatter and by the time that everybody was done eating, nobody even batted an eyelash at the twins' presence. You and Shoto had answered all their questions to the best of your abilities. Afterwards they began questioning Ren and Reina, you ignored them out not wanting to have your future spoiled for you. “ Do you have any siblings?” Kirishima asked, snapping you back into the conversation. “ Reina excitedly began nodding, making her red locks fly all over the place. “ Yeah, mommy told me and Ren she was pregnant, but she still hasn’t told daddy yet” she said with a bright smile, though she began frowning towards the end of her sentence. Everybody turned their heads toward you, “ don’t look at me, I’m not pregnant. The future me is” It was like they forgot, because when you mentioned future you, they all had an oh, right I forgot look adorning their faces.

The rest of the evening wasn’t eventful, and the twins somehow roped you into sleeping with them and Shoto again tonight. From the start this time, and so you slept on the left side of the bed with Reina next to you. Shoto slept on the right side of the bed with Ren next to him, which made the twins sleep together in the middle. Sometime throughout the night, yours and Shoto’s hands intertwined on top of the twins.

Monday came around, and the twins were still here. So over breakfast you and Shoto had to discuss the issue at hand, what to do with the twins and work studies. “ Sho’, we have to take them with us, the teachers are busy and they are our responsibility.” You tried to calmly reason with him. “ No, absolutely not! I am not letting my snowflakes near that burning piece of trash.” He sternly said, even if he didn’t yell it certainly felt like he did. “ So, what’s you plan then? And for the record they are our kids, not just yours Sho” You bit back, not breaking eye contact. Shoto looked away first with a scowl, you had a point. Nobody he knew could take the kids, and so he was left with no choice but to accept it. Frowning you stretched your hand over the table, and put it on top of his. “ Sho’ I know you don’t like it, and to be frank I don’t either but there is nothing we can do about it”. Shoto turned his hand up and interlaced your fingers, feeling a little better. “ Does this mean we get to see Grandpa Enji?” The twins asked in unison, sparkles practically in their eyes. You and Shoto shared a look before nodding, gaining excited shouting from the twins, probably waking the rest of the dorm residents.

Together the four of you took the train to Endeavour’s agency, only being stopped 3 times. Considering the reporter fiasco yesterday, to say you were relieved would be an understatement. You weren't sure if the twins were used to publicity or not. Arriving in front of Endeavour’s agency, you and Shoto shared a look, before intertwining your hands. You need all the emotional support you could get, and you had an inkling that Shoto felt the same way. The twins ran in front of you, and looked around the place in awe. Turns out that you were more nervous than you originally thought, because you were squeezing the life out of Shoto’s hand. But who could blame you, the situation was a bit bizarre and Endeavour is an intimidating man.

“Grandpa” two childish voices rang out in the big office belonging to Endeavour. Everything stopped, Endeavour and his sidekicks stopped talking. The silence was broken when two young children tackled Endeavor, and hugged him tightly. The two small children were grinning, yelling Surprise. Following the two young children was his youngest son Shoto, and his new intern y/n. They were holding hands, and looking at the children in his arms with a bit of uncertainty.

“ Ren, Reina, let go of Grandpa, remember you aren’t born yet and Grandpa is not briefed on the situation.” his new intern exclaimed. “Right sorry mommy, sorry grandpa” The redheaded little girl said before both the children left his arms. Endeavour watched them carefully as they hugged his new intern, she still hadn't let go of his son's hand. It was clear that they were the parents of these two children, but how it happened and why he wasn’t informed he didn’t know. Dismissing his sidekick, he turned his attention back onto the teenagers. Lifting a brow “care to elaborate” he pointedly glared at her.

Shoto, sprung into action, and relayed the story to the number 2 hero. From the start on how he met Reina, to how he met Ren and how you bumped into him and Midoriya on their way to Aizawa. How Recovery girl had said the quirk that had done this would wear off eventually, to yesterday and how they couldn't leave them alone. “ So father, meet your grandchildren from 15 years into the future” He pointed towards the twins, who were hugging each leg of yours.

After the initial shock wore off, Endeavour was surprisingly understanding. He told them that they would train instead of going on patrol, so they could look after his grandchildren. Both you and Shoto were shocked at how easily he slipped into the grandpa role, even though considering how fast you slipped into your parental roles it really shouldn’t have surprised you. He was playing with them, showing them what he could do with his flames. Reina copied him, while Shoto and Ren played with their ice. They even ended up having an art competition, with Reina and Endeavour carving wood with their fire. Shoto and Ren on the other hand made an ice sculpture, and in the end you couldn’t decide who won.

Some time after when the twins were just playing with each other, and you and Shoto got some intense training, a sidekick came to report to Endeavour. They left for Endeavour's office. You and Shoto took this time to regain your breaths, sitting down and cuddling a bit. Your back was up against Sho’s heaving chest, his arms around your waist as you rested your head against his shoulder. “ Mommy, Daddy I feel funny,” Ren said. Standing up you go towards your children with Sho’ hot on your tail. Reaching a stop in front of the twins, you reach out to put the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature. When your hand reached his forehead, it went through. What? Coming to the conclusion that the quirk that sent them here in the first place, was probably nearing its time.

You turn to your children, and slowly they begin fading. “ Bye be careful our little snowflakes, mommy and daddy loves you” Shoto said, his tone melancholic. The last thing you saw was them nodding before they disappeared before your eyes. Turning towards Sho’ you embraced each other, silently crying. You had grown attached to your kids in the 3 days they had been here, you could feel Sho’s tears fall and land on your neck. After some time Endeavor returned, confused as he looked around for the twins. “ Where did my grandchildren go?” he demanded in a gruff voice. “ They went back to their time sir” You politely answered him, drying your eyes. Endeavour's eyes widened a fraction before returning to their normal size“ Well then bring them back” he suggested. Immediately you and Shoto separated, and blushed furiously. How could he say that with a straight face, you were only teenagers for All Might's sake. You’d see them again in the future, with that you continued the day with a small smile.

We’ll see them again someday.

JUNG HOSEOK

Entering the apartment, you shucked off your high heels and placed your keys into the bowl on the counter as you reached for the mail that was sitting on the table, shuffling through it as you called out, “Guys! I’m home!” 

Looking up when there was no response, you dropped the mail back onto the table and walked down the hall toward the bedrooms, calling out once again in a questioning tone, “Guys? Babe? I’m back!” 

Passing by the twins’ bedroom, you heard a soft giggle, followed by the sound of shushing, come from their closet, and a grin settled across your face as you stepped into the room, saying loudly, innocently, “Oh no! I can’t find the boys! Where could they be?” 

“Hmmmm....I wonder.” You hemmed and hawed out loud to yourself as you crept across the room toward the closet. Placing your hands silently on the knobs, and without any warning, you flung open the doors to the closet, to reveal your giggling twin sons crouched on the floor, their hands over their heads. You bent down and engulfed them both in your arms, making them squeal as you cried out, “Here are my boys! I found you!” You nuzzled your nose into their chubby cheeks, making them giggle some more, before you asked them, “Where’s daddy? Is he hiding too?” 

Before the twins could answer, you heard shuffling coming from behind you and then Hoseok’s voice roared out, “HERE I AM!” You whirled around, the twins still clasped in your arms, as your husband appeared from the space beneath their bunk bed, his hands held out like claws as he stalked on his knees toward the twins. “I’m....going....to....EAT YOU!” 

With a terrified, but exhilarated shriek, the boys ripped themselves from your arms, running out of the bedroom and crashing down the hallway toward the living room as you straightened, raising an eyebrow at Hoseok as he came to his feet, grinning at you as he stepped toward you. “Hey, jagi. Welcome home.” 

He put his arms around your waist, and you felt his lips skim up the skin on the side of your neck, as you said in an amused tone, “They’re riled up. How was the afternoon?” 

He buried his nose in your hair as he answered, his voice muffled, “They were great. Totally good. Although. I’m exhausted.” You felt him sigh as he released you, turning you around to face him and giving you an empathetic look as he said tiredly, “I don’t know how you do this every day, jagi.” 

You shrugged, reaching out to cup his face in your hands as you leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the lips, before pulling back just enough to whisper, “I just do. I’m sorry I had to leave you three to go to the office on your day off.” 

He kissed you gently on the nose, and then on each cheek, and then lingered over your lips before pressing his to yours, just for a moment, before he grinned his bright smile at you and said softly, “It’s okay. We had fun. It was nice to have boy time.”  As if summoned, the twins reappeared from the living room, hooting and hollering as they ran into the room and darted circles around your legs. You laughed, and Hoseok let out a chuckle at their antics, before you called out loudly to the energetic three year olds, “Okay, boys. Get your PJs on. It’s time for bed.” 

They groaned, but headed to their dresser, as your husband glanced over at you, one eyebrow raised, as he pulled you toward him and then said, his voice low, “Wow. It’s so hot when you take charge.” 

You grinned. “Let’s get the boys to bed.” Your smile curved upward suggestively. “And then we’ll see how tired you are.”

KIM NAMJOON

You came back into the darkened living room, a bowl of freshly made popcorn in your hands, and glanced at the TV as the screen lit up and the opening scene for the movie came into view. 

The film, turned down quietly, bathed the room in a soft glow of light, and you set the popcorn down on the coffee table, before you moved to stand in front of the couch, enjoying the cozy atmosphere as you looked down at your husband. 

He was lying on the couch, covered in a soft blanket, your newborn twin daughters snuggled on his broad chest, their tiny, soft heads of hair barely peeking up above the blanket below his chin. He glanced up at you as you stood there, careful not to move beneath the sleeping babies, and you gave him a soft smile, as you crouched down at the edge of the couch, before whispering in his ear, “See? You’re a natural.” 

He shook is head, barely, so as not to jostle his daughters, and then murmured back, “I still feel like they’re so fragile. I don’t want to break them.” 

You glanced over at the girls, sound asleep, breathing in sync, cuddled against the warmth of their father’s chest, his large hands almost covering them as he rested his palms against their backs, gently, carefully. You reached out a finger and stroked it across their downy heads, before you laughed slightly and said quietly, “You’re not going to break them, Joonie. They’re already a few days old. And so much sturdier than when they were born.” 

One of the twins shifted in her sleep, and he met your gaze, looking a little panicked, as you both held your breath until she had settled into silence again. He let out a sigh, his chest sinking with the breath out, and then nodded in the direction of the TV, giving you a teasing smile, his dimples marking his cheeks, as he said, “You’re missing your movie, jagi.” 

You cupped his cheek in your hand for a moment, your gaze still on the sleeping twins, and then said softly, your heart overflowing with love, “But, I’d rather watch you three. Because you guys are my favorite thing.” 

You felt one of his large, warm palms engulf your hand that was on his face, and then after another brief moment of staring at all of them, lying there together peacefully, you stood, and moved to the other end of the couch, grabbing the popcorn as you curled yourself into the far corner of the sofa. Tugging the end of the large blanket over yourself, not too much, so as to disturb the babies, you glanced at the movie for a few moments. 

Your attention didn’t last long, and you found yourself being pulled back to watching your husband with your daughters, a soft smile tracing your lips, as you watched, silently, your very favorite person with your very favorite people. 

PARK JIMIN

“Jagi? Can we borrow your nail polish?” 

You heard Jimin call to you from your daughter’s bedroom, as you washed some vegetables in the sink while you prepped for dinner. 

“Yeah? I guess? Why?” You yelled back, distracted as you turned off the sink and wiped your hands on your apron. 

When there was no response from your husband or your toddler, you placed a pot of water on the stove to boil and walked down the hallway, highly suspicious of the silence that you were hearing from your daughter’s room. You pushed open the slightly cracked door and walked into the room, as you asked in amusement, “What’s going on in here?” 

The scene that greeted you was about what you had expected. 

Your four year old daughter sat at her toy table, a spread of her fake makeup, your nail polish, numerous hair bows, and various fashion accessories strewed across the surface in front of her. Across from her, wedged into one of the tiny, pink chairs, was her father, his hands splayed out in front of him, as his daughter carefully, and slowly, painted each one of his fingernails a sparkly, shiny magenta. 

Looking up at you, he offered you a slightly sheepish grin as he said lightly, “Oh, hey jagi. Welcome to our salon.” 

Leaning against the door frame, you couldn’t help but laugh at his appearance. His long hair, usually hanging over his forehead, was pinned back with multiple bows, covered in glitter and unicorns and flowers, and his face was covered in a layer of carefully applied pretend makeup. You raised an eyebrow at him and then said seriously, “Wow. You look really pretty, babe. Like. Even prettier than normal, which is saying something.” 

Your daughter, who had been concentrating and hadn’t acknowledged your presence yet, finally looked up at your words and beamed you a smile, so much like her father’s, as she called out gleefully, “Look, mommy! Look at daddy’s makeup! Look at his pretty bows!” 

Entering the room, you sat down beside Jimin, lying a hand on his thigh under the table as you answered back with a chuckle, “Yeah, baby. I see. He looks very pretty.” You shot him another amused glance as he grinned back at you, the smeared red lipstick adorning his lips making his teeth appear even whiter. “You did a really good job.” 

“There!” Your daughter exclaimed proudly, pointing to her father’s newly painted nails. “All done, daddy.” 

Pulling his hands off the table, he carefully placed one over your hand on his thigh as he said to your daughter, “Thank you, baby. I think I look even better than when the stylists make me fancy at work!” 

Stifling a laugh, you glanced over at your daughter, whose own hair and makeup had been done as well, and then asked her excitedly, “Is it mommy’s turn now?” 

She nodded and grabbed the case of her makeup as she motioned to you, saying sternly, “Yes. But you have to hold still mommy!” 

You felt Jimin squeeze your hand under the table, both of you exchanging glances of contained amusement, before you said, “Okay baby. I promise. Now make me pretty like daddy.” 

KIM TAEHYUNG

“Oh Tannie! That’s such a good boy, yes!” You said excitedly as the small, fluffy dog dropped his ball in front of you on the floor, earning him a scratch behind the ears before you picked up the toy and readied to throw it again. “Are you ready?” You asked the dog, your voice filled with anticipation, as he danced around in front of you, tail wagging happily, eyes locked on the ball in your hand. 

You pulled your hand back behind your head and threw the ball, watching as it bounced out of sight down the hallway, the happy, yipping dog bounding after it. You laughed, like you did every time, at your dog’s reaction, and then glanced over at your husband, who sat on the couch behind you, your almost one year old daughter straddled on his lap. 

He had her small, chubby hands in his own, walking her through the steps of paddy cake as he sang the words to the familiar children’s song in his low voice, his eyes sparkling as he focused on the baby in front of him. Feeling your gaze on them, he looked up and offered you a boxy grin as he said, “She’s getting really good at this, jagi!” 

“She’s had a good teacher.” You returned his grin and laid a hand on his leg, as you heard Yeontan run back into the living room, dropping his retrieved ball once again at your feet, taking a few steps back, one paw raised in anticipation, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he watched and waited. 

You picked up the now slobbery ball, and readied to throw it again, when Tae’s hand on your shoulder stopped your forward movement. Glancing back at him, he was watching your daughter carefully, as she focused intently on the dog toy held in your hand, her small arms outstretched, her eyes bright as she cooed and bubbled happily from her father’s arms. 

“Jagi. I think she wants that ball.” He spoke slowly, a tone of revelation in his words. 

You glanced down at Tan’s toy, worn and covered in saliva, and instantly said, “No. Absolutely not. That’s disgusting, babe!” 

He sat forward, leaning down beside you as he set your daughter on the floor at his feet, supporting her under her armpits as she stood on wobbly legs, before saying, “No, that’s not what I mean. Just trust me.” He glanced over at your through his bangs and raised an eyebrow as he said confidently, “Throw it.” 

Hesitating briefly, you glanced once more at your daughter being supported by her father, her hands still reaching for the ball, and then threw the ball down the hallway again, Yeontan once again dashing after it, barking happily. 

“Jagi! Look!” 

Tae’s voice called your attention back to him, and he nodded down at your daughter. Looking down, you gasped loudly, covering your mouth in surprise. 

As you watched, your little girl wobbled forward, testing out her legs, as Tae gently and slowly released his supporting hold on her. She walked a few hesitant steps, cooing and laughing, and then gained more confidence as she toddled toward the hallway, where the ball and do had disappeared seconds before. 

“Holy crap. She’s walking!” You exclaimed breathlessly, not taking your eyes off of the small form of your daughter as you felt your husband rest his hands on your shoulders and his chin on top of your head. 

You both watched in silent awe for a moment, and then he leaned down to kiss you cheek, a triumphant grin brushing across his features as he said happily, “The ball was the trick. I told you so!” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

You got up from the couch in the living room and padded softly down the hallway, staying as quiet as possible as you neared the nursery. 

Your husband had offered to put your young son to bed, and you were beginning to worry that things weren’t going to plan. 

They’d been in there an awfully long time. 

Reaching the room, you peeked in through the cracked door to make sure things were okay. The room was dark, a small, warm nightlight casting yellow beams across the ceiling in the shapes of stars and moons. You glanced over to the crib, and saw the dark shape of Jungkook leaning over the side of the bed, his arm outstretched, his finger presumably being held captive by his son, who was a dark bundle of swaddled blankets inside the crib. 

Standing there, not saying a word, you listened carefully, holding your breath, as you heard him say softly to the baby, “One more, little man. Okay?” 

Leaning against the doorway for support, you crossed your arms over your chest, hoping they would continue to be unaware of your presence, and listened again, as Jungkook began to sing, very softly under his breath, to the baby in the crib. 

You recognized the strains of his solo from their last album ‘Euphoria’ and even in muted tones, his voice was beautifully deep and flawless as he sang the song he knew by heart, pausing every so often in his singing to stroke the baby’s  head. 

A smile slipped softly across your lips as you watched them, your husband and your son, and warmth filled your chest at the sight before you. 

When the song ended, Jungkook leaned over the edge of the crib and pressed a kiss to your son’s head, before he whispered, “Good night, son.” 

Before he could notice you, you pulled back from the doorway, leaning against the far wall of the hall as he exited the baby’s room and pulled the door shut softly, so as not to disturb his sleeping son. 

Turning around, his eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of you. “How long have you been there?” 

Crossing the hallway, you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him as you said softly, “Not long. But long enough.” 

He groaned as he wrapped his arms around you in return, saying regretfully, “Did you hear me singing?” 

Looking up at him, you offered him a teasing smile as you said, “Yeah.” When he groaned again, you laughed and reached up to run a hand through his dark hair as you insisted, “Babe! It was so cute! I wasn’t spying. I just came to see if you guys were okay.” 

He sighed and then said, gesturing over his shoulder at the closed nursery door behind him, “He’s a hard one to please. I had to sing all of the vocal singles from the album before he finally closed his eyes.” 

“Awwww. You’re such a good daddy, Kookie.” You ruffled his hair as he rolled his eyes at you. Releasing him, you put your hands in the pocket of his over sized hoodie and began to pull him down the hallway toward your bedroom, walking backwards as you offered him a teasing grin. “Now. come on. You can sing me to sleep next.” 

He growled in annoyance under his breath and without warning, scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder, making you shriek quietly, before carrying you down the rest of the hallway as he said in a suddenly serious voice. “I have a better idea.” 

*****

The flight to L.A. was long. 

Thankfully, Moon-soo fell asleep soon after boarding, and remained quiet for the first three hours of the flight, sleeping peacefully in a small cot a stewardess had procured beside the large first class seats where you and Joon sat. 

By hour four, he had woken up, his eyes bright, his dark, fluffy baby hair messy, as he reached out to Joon from the cot. “Come here, little man.” Joon said softly, as he reached down for the baby, plopping him into his lap, where his son happily started chewing on one of his favorite toys. Raising an eyebrow at you, he glanced over, giving you a look as if to say, “See? He’s fine.” 

You nodded, glad he was being amicable for the time being. 

By hour ten, all traces of amicability were gone. 

No amount of toys, videos, or playtime with his parents could distract Moon-soo from the fact that he was tired, hungry, and sick of being stuck on an airplane. 

You stood at the back of the plane, bouncing your son soothingly on your hip, as he continued to fuss loudly, his chubby fists stuck in his mouth, his legs kicking angrily, as you hummed out, “Shhhhh, shhh” in a quiet, rhythmic manner, hoping he would just go back to sleep for awhile. 

“Baby.” 

Joon appeared, his mask drawn down around his chin, his eyes holding worry as he looked at you, clearly frazzled, exhausted, and holding the fussing baby against your body.

He crossed the aisle to the two of you and took the baby from you, cradling his son against his shoulder as he said, over the baby’s dark fuzzy head, “Why don’t you go and get some rest?” 

“I can’t sleep if he’s fussy, Joon.” I groaned out, digging around in the diaper bag at my feet for the baby’s bottle. Finding it, I snapped off the lid and handed it to Joon, as he laid your still fussing son down in his arms and put the nipple to his mouth. Moon-soo resisted for a brief moment, but when the milk touched his lips, he started to stuck eagerly, finally growing quiet in his father’s arms as he rocked him gently back and forth, humming under his breath. 

Satisfied that he was content for now. you pulled your pump from the bag and then glanced over at Joon, as you asked softly, so as not to disturb the baby, “How much longer?” 

He looked down at the watch on his wrist and then said, “About an hour and a half.” 

Sighing, you held up the pump for him to view and then motioned to the bathroom, saying tiredly, “I need to go and pump. You got this?” 

He nodded at you, his attention already back on the eating baby in his arms, and you headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you sat down on the closed toilet, your knees jammed against the sink in the tiny space. 

Hooking up the pump, you waited until the breast milk started to flow into the storage containers, before you glanced at your reflection in the mirror, sighing heavily at your tired eyes and your bedraggled hair, you slumped and rested your head in your hands, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes as you sniffed quietly to yourself. 

Traveling with a baby sucked. This was nothing like the romantic tours you and Joon had gone on together when you were engaged, or even early married. 

A knock on the door made you start, and you realized the containers were full of milk, as you unhooked the pump, Joon’s voice echoing through the door. “Hey, are you okay in there? They said we need to get back to our seats and get ready for descent.” 

Sniffing once more, you stood, calling back in a casual voice, “Uh, yeah! I’m done. I’m coming out now.” 

One more deep breath, and you left the safety of the bathroom to face the rest of the trip. 

*****

When the lurching of the plane wheels touching the ground sounded throughout the cabin, you glanced over at Joon, your hands over Moon-soo’s ears, and quietly said, “I hate this part.” 

He leaned over and kissed your cheek, his large palm stroking the baby’s head for a moment before he said in your ear, “I know, baby. But they have extra security today. They knew you and Moon-soo would be with me. And they’ve warned the fans.” 

Sighing, you nodded against his forehead, before he pulled back, putting his mask back over his mouth as the plane came to a stop and the doors opened. We were free to disembark. 

Checking twice to make sure you had everything, you followed behind Joon down the narrow aisle of the airplane, a bag slung over your shoulder, Moon-soo’s dark hair just barely visible above his father’s shoulder in front of you. 

Walking down the gainway and into the bustling L.A. airport, you felt your anxiety rise. Instantly, the seven men were surrounded by screaming crowds of fans, waving merchandise and signs, reaching over the barricade with grabby hands. A line of security detail immediately hedged in around you, barring your group from the fans, as you made your way toward where the company vans waited outside, heads down and masks covering faces. 

Joon reached his free hand back to you as you made your way through the crowds, and you gripped his long fingers tightly between your own, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that Moon-soo was doing alright. He was fast asleep, wrapped in his blanket, his head hidden from view under a hat pulled down over his tiny ears, his fist in his mouth as he sucked rhythmically, magically unbothered by the chaos around you. 

When you reached the vans, you followed Joon inside, and once the door was shut securely behind you, you removed your mask from your mouth and let out a long sigh, leaning your head back against the seat as you heard Joon chuckle. 

Glancing over at him, as he strapped a still sleeping Moon-soo into his car seat, he gave you a grin and then said quietly, “You okay?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded, reaching out to squeeze his hand as he sat back, your sleeping son safely secured beside him. “Moon-soo handled that like a champ, eh? He really is his father’s son.” You leaned across Joon to take another look at the sleeping baby, running a soft finger down his silky cheek before you pulled back.