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(A/n: Thank you all so much for 362 reads! M/n's outfit is up above. I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day! ☀️🌈💕✨ )

Song: "Stigma" by V

⤷ Myung is two-years-old and Joon is five-years-old! ⤶

+ You can imagine what both children look like! +
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M/N's P.O.V.

I had always been quite clumsy. Bruises, cuts, and burns. I get them, constantly. I would trip on air, or drop a hot skillet filled with grease onto my hand or arm. Luckily, my husband, Taehyung would always help me when I did accidentally hurt myself. At the moment, I was cooking breakfast for dinner, for Taehyung, Myung, Joon, and me. But since Tae was coming home a bit late due to dance practice, I was taking my time. As I was walking around and grabbing stuff for Hotteok ( Filled Korean Pancakes ). Being the clumsy person I am, I slipped on the tiled floor in the kitchen and landed with a loud and painful thud. I groaned out in pain and held my head as I slowly sat up. I stood up and held my head in slight pain but, soon began cooking, again.

Once, again, as I was cutting Myung's pancakes up for him but, I had missed and cut my hand slightly with a butter knife. How the hell did I cut myself with a butter knife?!
"Ow!" I yelped and held my, now, bleeding hand. The blood quickly slid out of the cut and down my soft skin. I sighed and walked towards the bathroom where the first-aid kit was. We had one, of course, because of me. Every day I would fall or hurt myself, most people thought I was getting into fights when I was younger since I was always had a bunch of bruises and cuts. So, because of that, I had no friends, no one wanted to be friends with a kid that alway got into 'fights'. I was always alone, until Taehyung moved to my high school. He was friends with everyone. They all loved his weird and unique personality and the girls' hearts melted at how good looking he was. But he never seemed interested in the girls, he would always politely turn them down and just so he could talk to me. I, of course, loved to talk to him. He made me smile, laugh, and general love goofing around with him. I fell in love with him, not just for his good looks, him. I fell in love with his personality and his kind heart. He was so kind and polite to everyone and it made my heart melt when he made others smile when they were frowning only a few minutes ago. That's the main reason I married him.

"Dad, are you okay?" Joon asked worryingly as I cleaned my cut in the bathroom. I snapped out of my thoughts, looking over at him. I glanced back at Joon, again, to see he had Myung, standing next to him.  I nodded and smiled at them softly. I quickly wrapped my hand with a bandage and walked over to them. Since, of course, Tae and I couldn't have children of our own, we adopted. We've had Joon and Myung for about three years, now and I don't regret one second of it. Yes, it could be difficult at times, but, it was worth it. Even if they did call me Dad instead of Papa.
"Don't worry, Dad is fine," I assured them and they nodded but, Joon didn't seem very convinced. He looked at me for a bit before smiling up at me. I walked over to them and picked up little Myung and held him in my arms. He snuggled close to my chest and his small hands clutched onto my light blue dress-shirt as I rubbed his back gently. I kissed his cheek and he let out a small giggle.
"Are you boys hungry? I made dinner and it's also your favorite food." I told them. Myung started happily clapping his small hands together as he heard the word food.
"Hotteok?!" Joon exclaimed happily and I nodded as he jumped with joy and hugged me. When he let go, he gently held my injured hand as we walked toward the kitchen.I sat Myung gently down in his high-chair as Joon sat down on his normal chair.
"When will Papa get home from work?" Joon asked as he looked over at me, I finished strapping Myung into his highchair and I smiled over at him softly as I walked back over to the stove.

"I don't know, Sweetie, but I hope he'll be home soon." I answered as I turned the burner off. I walked over to the cupboard and grabbed three plates, one for me, one for Joon, and one for Tae. I heard the front door opening as I sat down some Hotteok for the boys. I smiled slightly knowing who it is at the front door. I sat down cut up bits of Hotteok for Myung on his little tray he had on his high-chair. I had cut Myung's food up so, he would let have to chew so much at once since the Hotteok I made, were a bit too big for his small and slightly toothless mouth.
"Papa!" Joon yelled happily as he ran toward the front door as he heard the front door open. I smiled at Joon as he ran out of the kitchen but, I felt a small tug on the sleeve of my shirt. I looked down and saw Myung tugging lightly on my shirt.
"Yes, Sweetie?" I asked softly as I looked down at him.
"Dad, I wuv you!" Myung spoke with a gummy smile on his face as he spoke in his cute little baby voice. My heart melted and I gently kissed his chubby cheeks.
"I love you, too!" I spoke with a sweet smile and kissed his cheeks, again.
"Dad, Papa is home!" Joon exclaimed happily as he dragged Taehyung into the kitchen. I chuckled at the small boy as he dragged Taehyung to the table.
"Hello, Dear! How was your day?" I sweetly asked him as I walked over to Taehyung and sat down some Hotteok on his plate. He smiled at me and gently kissed my cheek.
"Good but tiring. How was your day? Were the boys good today?" He asked as he looked up at me as I sat down in the chair next to him.
"Yes, we had a good day, too. They were angels today." I told him within a chuckle as he ate. He looked at me, eyes full of concern and, then, he quickly ate his food. "I made them Hotteok, but I somehow cut my hand with a butter knife." He must have been very hungry.

Once he was done, he looked at me and held out his hand. I sighed and put my smaller injured hand onto his larger hand. He sighed as he unwrapped my bandages and looked at my wound. He kissed my non-bleeding cut lightly and the rest of my hand, as well. He, then, gently re-wrapped the bandage for me. I blushed as I smiled at him and leaned forward and kissed his cheek as a 'thank you'. I had already eaten Hotteok earlier, so I wasn't very hungry are the moment. I picked up the empty plates and cleaned up a bit along with Taehyung's help. After that, I unstrapped Myung from his high-chair and gently sat him on the floor. Joon stood up from his chair, down with his Hottoek and walked over to Myung. Joon grabbed Myung's small hands helped him stand up since Myung was a bit clumsy and we didn't want him to fall or hurt himself.
'My boys sure do love and care for each other. Moments like this warm my heart!' I thought as I looked at them, my eyes filled with love and happiness as I continued to look at them. Joon gently grabbed Myung's hand, again, and gently dragged him into the living room as they played with their toys and watched some of their favorite cartoons on the TV. I stood in the living doorway and watched them.

Suddenly, I felt Tae hug me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. He, then, rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled at his skinship, I always loved.
"I love our little family. Maybe we should add a little girl?" He whispered into my ear as he looked at me.
"I love them, as well, they're too cute! It would be wonderful to have a little princess running around, but maybe when Myung is three or four." I answered him in a whisper. He smiled at me, my heart always melted when he smiled.
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(A/n: He's too cute! )
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He gently kissed my cheek, resting his head on my shoulder as we continued to watch Joon and Myung play together.