A/n: Who missed me!?
Audience: *crickets*
Audience: No one b*#$%
A/n: Anygays—
Also I think I made Jungkook's father dead in the story but I forgot so let's pretend he is still alive TT

"DATTEBAYO!" Five years later and here we are. My eldest who turns six this year yells the classic line of the protagonist from Naruto. Oh boy, even I might have missed the most of my golden childhood with this. Naruto remains, and forever will be everyone's favorite anime.

"Jungsuk-ie! Hold still, baby!" I yell behind my naughty kid. The King chuckles and enters the scene where he looks like a— well, a King.

"Don't yell at my prince, hmm?" Taking the youth in his arms, Jungkook comes to kiss me while my parents-in-law come into picture after him. They come back after a royal meeting with the others for the country's development.

"Well, doesn't this look a bit familiar to you?" Somi— my mother in law—  says to her husband while the family chuckles, leaving me in the dark.

"Y/n, my son turned out to be just like me! I said the same lines to my queen when she scolded my youth!" Jungkook's father says to me as I chuckle. Feeding Jungsuk was never an easy task and well, it will never be. But Jungkook always surprises me when it comes to this. For a weird reason that exists, Jungsuk is really close to Jungkook than me but there were times when they whine for my presence.

That's a different thing. As I hand over the bowl and spoon to Jungkook, he holds the little boy in his arm while pressing a kiss to Jungsuk's forehead.

"Oh~ I see someone melting~" My mother in law teases me. Giggling behind my hands, I see the tall man coming over to tower me. We look into each other's eyes while the naughty Jungsuk pulls our faces together. He has seen us kiss several times. He roots for us too, unlike other children who despise their parents kissing, Jungsuk surely enjoys the love that flows out of us both.

Not going overboard though.

"The most beautiful woman ever is mine."

"And the perceived bad boy is mine." I say back to him. His eyes crinkle like croissants and the edges with the trueness of happiness showcase. The kiss was simple, but Jungsuk cheers for us anyway.

"Hello, little family!" It was Taehyung's voice. I can never mistake that too anyone else. With Yoona beside him, their newborn in hand and Namjoon carrying his nephew on his shoulders, I welcome them with a warm heart.

"Oh! Look who's here too!" Taehyung yells enthusiastically while Jungsuk fishes away from Jungkook's hold. His favorite uncle who has arrived...

"Swag uncle!" Jungsuk's high pitched voice calling for Yoongi makes us all laugh. Behind Yoongi was Jin and Hoseok while Jimin oppa was left to carry their luggage all inside.

Swerving through the little crowd, I hug my brother who welcomes me naturally. Jimin is my eternal soulmate, even if there was anyone else who competes to that position, Jimin shall win. Even over Jungkook, because Jimin was born first.

I'm sure if I said this to my husband, I'd have a hard time since. :)

Anyway, we all gather around as adult in the evening while the children are given a huge room for their play. It reminds us of our own childhood, when we four met as royals and children of the noble. The same walls garnish our children's childhood and shape them into better— because they have us now.

"So Namjoon! Are you looking for anyone?" Yoona laughs loudly when I ask that to Namjoon. He's a cool guy! I had a crush on him too! It would be a waste on earth if he didn't find a woman in the future. You know what I'm talking about. Namjoon likes expensive girls.

"Not likely, Y/n. I'm busy rooting for my dear nephew." Says the man as I nod my head. Out of the blue, I feel the King's hand placed on my lap. Giving him a smile, I lick my lips and turn to Yoona who was giving us a perverted look.

Runs in the family, because Namjoon does the same immediately after. Were we that obvious?

The garden was cleared and all doors were closed while a cute summer vibe was brought at sunset. The snacks and adult drinks spread out on the table with selected number of chairs, we all begin catching up on our lives.

I find myself in Yoona's shoes. She was worried about both of her children and I know because I was there. Holding her by her shoulder, I look into her eyes and say, "They're with the most passionate nanny ever. They'll be fine, I promise. It's the trouble three we are talking about." I say to Yoona who couldn't help but fold over in laughter.

By trouble three, I was deviously referring to our own children. Jungsuk, Jeongin and Hanabi. Hanabi is the youngest, the newborn.

We ladies gather around while the guys naturally make a group amongst themselves and reminisce their childhood. I was having a great time, until my mother asks me.

"Baby," She places her other hand on my lap, one holding the little bit of wine left in the glass, "When are you planning to have a second child, sweetness? You know I'm dying to see you become a mother for a baby girl." She says.

"About that... mom..."

It's a now or never.

"I'm pregnant with baby Aera."