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SUPER-DADDY

- in which jimin joins the popular show, the return of superman, to give you the break you deserve but it's the very first time he's had to stay home with the kids alone, leaving him to pray that he doesn't mess up; requested by TranMaichi2

The camera's pale red recording light casts a soft glow over your bedroom, your smile warm as you wave up towards it, quickly drawing your attention to a soundly sleeping Jimin.

His lips are slightly chapped but puckered up adorably, his expression calm and peaceful in a way that brings a fond smile to your face. As gently as possible, you sit on the edge of the bed, reaching over to trace his structured features—each one illuminated by the almost heavenly glow of the morning sun—and smooth your hand over his forehead, delving into his incredibly soft head of chocolate brown hair. When he does nothing more than lean into your lulling touch, you roll your eyes and push your body forward, pressing your glossed up lips against his.

At that, he stirs.

Shoulders shaking as you laugh silently to yourself, you slip your now free hand onto his chest and rub it affectionately to aid him in waking up, pulling yourself away from him to continue getting ready.

Your eyes meet your reflection in the mirror as you gather your hair up in your hand to tie it up, glancing over at Jimin to see if you were successful in waking him up. Said man sits himself up with a groan, eyes still closed as he smacks his lips together and runs a lazy hand through his disheveled hair before glancing in your direction, tilting his head in confusion when you snicker at his appearance

Suddenly, he straightens his posture, eyes widening comically as he cups his cheeks and casts his gaze down to the bed.

"No, no, no, no," he mutters in mild disbelief before returning his gaze back to you, eyes now begging you to tell him anything but what he appears to be dreading, "it's today, isn't it?"

Grinning cheekily, you nod while pointing a finger up at the camera positioned in the corner of your room, doubling over in laughter when Jimin lets out another groan and throws himself back onto the bed, pulling a pillow over his bare face in an attempt to hide it from the millions of people who will no doubt be watching this footage in a few weeks.

Since the birth of your now three-year-old son, Jinyoung, Jimin's fans from all around the world have been requesting that he feature on an episode of The Return of Superman. When news of Areum, your now one-year-old daughter, joining the family was released to the public, the requests had only gotten more persistent.

Finally, Jimin gave in, promising his adoring fans that he'll do his best for them on the show.

"You'll be fine," you chirp, pulling your hair through the hair tie before turning to face him completely, "I'm only gone for a day."

He whines softly to himself before raising his hands up to beckon you over in a way that mimics your son. You fondly laugh under your breath at the realisation and sit yourself in front of his crossed legs, heart swelling when he places his forehead against your shoulder, your hand instinctively reaching up to play with the soft locks of hair that tickle your neck each time he shifts his body around.

Soon enough, his hands find their place around your waist, small fingers tracing mindless patterns against your hip.

"When do you leave?" he mumbles after shifting his head so that his chin now rests on your shoulder, his lips brushing up against the warm skin of your neck. You hum to yourself thoughtfully as you glance down at your watch.

"Soon, actually," you mumble back before carefully maneuvering yourself out of his grip to grab the purse sitting on top of the dresser, Jimin's body beginning to shiver at the loss of warmth. "Jinyoung woke up a while ago and is eating breakfast outside now. I left him in the high chair which means that he'll be getting a little restless. Areum is still asleep so try and keep Jinyoung quiet until she wakes up. Also there's a list of chores on the counter for you to do today but don't worry too much about them, I can do whatever you don't when I get ho—"

"Honey," Jimin interrupts with a warm grin, laughing fondly when you flush a deep red of embarrassment, a sheepish smile taking over your features. "Go, we'll be fine. Don't forget to have fun."

Sighing, you trudge over to him, cupping his face with both your hands as you lean down to peck him lovingly on the lips. "Thank you."

"You're always welcome," he hums, placing his comforting hands on top of yours before playfully pushing you away from him. "Now, go! Stop stalling."

You stick your tongue out at him in response to his teasing, poking your head out from around the door just before it closes. "I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful," he croons, waving childishly as you disappear. He listens carefully as you chat with Jinyoung, the sound of dishes clattering indicating that the young boy is done with his breakfast, then say your goodbye to him and leave, the front door closing with a soft thud.

He sighs heavily to himself, looking up at the camera with slight distaste before rubbing at his eyes one final time and, finally, crawling out of bed.

Jimin emerges from his room feeling a lot fresher after washing up, pleased to see Jinyoung patiently waiting in his high chair, the colouring book laid out in front of him probably forgotten due to the commotion he made while showering, alerting the young boy that someone else is awake.

He loosens up at the sight of his now grinning son, wasting no time in reaching to cup his face and press a kiss to his head, not forgetting to give his fluffy head of hair a good ruffle. "Morning, Jinyoung."

"Goo' morning, appa," the young boy giggles, clearly loving all the attention his dad is giving him.

Cooing to himself at his son's naturally adorable personality, Jimin begins to busy himself with making his own breakfast, starting up a hushed conversation with the boy to pass the time.

"Did you have breakfast already?"

"Uh huh," he beams proudly, pointing at the sink to prove it, "eomma gave it."

"Good boy," Jimin praises with a soft chuckle. "Did you say bye to eomma?"

Jinyoung nods cheerfully before picking up a pencil to mindlessly scribble in the book, Jimin taking that as the end of their conversation. He picks up his bowl of cereal and leans against the counter, watching fondly as his son hums a nursery rhyme softly to himself and continues to colour in his masterpiece.

Suddenly, an urgent cry pierces through the serenity, Jimin's smile as strong as ever as he spoons the remainder of his breakfast into his mouth before placing it the side, eyes just glancing over the list of chores you left him.

"Later," he sighs before approaching his son who appears to be staring down the hall in concern at the sound of Areum's cries, the sight of it making Jimin's heart warm in his chest. Without wasting any time, the boy raises his arms over his head when Jimin nears, satisfied when said man pulls him out of the high chair to hoist him against his side.

"Let's go get your sister," he whispers, savouring the feel of Jinyoung resting the side of his head against his shoulder, small hands fiddling with the hair growing at the back of his neck.

Areum's cries get unbearably loud by the time the two of them reach her closed door, Jinyoung's discomfort noticeable by the way he buries his head into his father's neck with a soft whine of annoyance.

Despite the noise, Jimin still manages to keep an eager smile on his face as he lowers his son to the ground, chuckling to himself when Jinyoung stretches up to latch onto his hand. Without wasting another second, he pushes the door open and walks in, letting Jinyoung slip from his grip to play around with some of the toys left on the floor.

Jimin approaches Areum, whose cries have subdued into soft sobs and sniffles at the sound of someone walking in, and looks into her doe-like eyes, marveling at how much they look like yours. He snaps out of his daze when Areum makes grabby hands at him, the young girl desperate to be held against the warmth of her father.

He doesn't hesitate in hooking his arms around her small body to lift her up, cradling her to his chest the very second he's sure she's comfortable. She whimpers adorably before sighing contentedly and staying quiet.

"Morning, princess," Jimin whispers in a fond manner, lowering his head to brush his lips gently across her forehead in hopes of not disturbing her. He looks around her small room in search of Jinyoung, startled when he finds the young boy standing silently by his leg, looking up at the bundle of joy in his arms with a look of brotherly love widening his doe eyes.

After a few lingering moments of peace, Jimin finally decides to leave Areum's room, the baby babbling happily in his hold while Jinyoung travels patiently behind him.

Eventually, the family end up in the kitchen with Jinyoung shuffling around harmlessly while Jimin prepares Areum's milk, popping it in the milk warmer as he rocks said child instinctively.

"Jinyoungie," Jimin calls, chuckling when his son looks towards him in confusion, "what did you want to do today?"

"Watch movie!" Jinyoung shouts, his hair bouncing each time the boy eagerly jumps, looking up at Jimin expectantly. Of course, the older sees no problem with spending the day watching movies so he is quick to agree, chuckling when his son gasps and hugs his leg out of excitement.

Jimin grabs onto Areum's bottle and presses the tip against her lip, smiling proudly to himself when the girl opens her mouth and begins drinking the milk with no fuss. He glances down to see Jinyoung still bouncing on the balls of his feet, Jimin's eyebrow raising amusedly at the behaviour.

"Was there anything else you wanted to do?" He asks curiously, noting the way those big and innocent eyes of his light up like a Christmas tree.

"I wanna play with hyungies," he adorably mumbles as his lips stretch out into an almost loving grin at the thought of having his hyungs over to visit. Jimin hums in thought over the idea, knowing very well that his band mates would drop everything just to come over to visit.

"You want your Bangtan hyungies to come over?"

Grinning goofily in a manner that reminds Jimin of the band's maknae, Jungkook, Jinyoung looks up at his father and nods, clapping his hands together in excitement. Finishing up with Areum, Jimin carefully places her bottle in the sink and reaches over to affectionately ruffle Jinyoung's hair, keeping his hand on his head to steer him into the living room.

Lowering himself gently onto the couch, he rests Areum against his chest, watching lovingly as his daughter wraps her fists tightly around the collar of his shirt before accepting the remote Jinyoung passes to him.

After finally settling on an old Disney movie that Jinyoung has become incredibly fond of, Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket, heading straight to his rather short list of contacts and tapping on the number most recently called.

"Jimin?"

The sound of his hyung's voice is refreshing and calming, distracting him just momentarily from all that he has left to do.

"Hi, Namjoon hyung," the younger beams, rubbing a slow hand down Areum's back, "are you busy right now?"

"No, not really," Namjoon chuckles, the sound making Jimin laugh along too. "Why? Did something happen? Are the kids okay?"

"We're fine, hyung," Jimin giggles, heart warming at the concern riddle in between the older's words. "Actually, better than fine. This is turning out to be a lot easier than I thought it was going to be."

"Really?" Namjoon mutters, clearly unconvinced by Jimin's sudden proclamation. "What have you guys been doing?"

"Areum just finished eating and Jinyoung is-"

"Is that Joon hyungie?" The younger gasps, cutting Jimin's sentence short as Namjoon coos from the other end of the line.

"Yes, bubba," Jimin sighs, grunting when Jinyoung presses himself into his side so that he avoids knocking into his little sister, "I'm talking to Joonie hyung."

Jinyoung goes back to the movie, satisfied with the response.

"He really misses you guys," Jimin laughs. "Do you think you could stop over for a bit?"

"Of course," Namjoon chirps, eager to see Jimin and the kids after so long, "I'll go and let everyone know, okay? See you soon, Jimin-ah."

Jimin hangs up the call, pulling Jinyoung closer to press yet another kiss to his head. The boy whines but snuggles into his father's side regardless, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"Are the hyungs coming, appa?"

Jimin nods, carding his fingers through Jinyoung's hair. "There'll be here soon, Jinyoung."

"Yay," the boy giggles, carefully reaching up to press a kiss to his father's cheek. "I love you, appa."

"Love you too," Jimin hums, smile unwavering as Jinyoung slips into silence, the atmosphere in the room one of peace and love.

*

A knock at the door brings a smile of relief to Jimin's exhausted expression as he runs to open it, panting heavily along the way. His eyes widen comically as he gratefully stares back at the six men that look down on him in mild shock, their mouths dropped open as they remain speechless.

"I hung up half an hour ago," Namjoon mutters incredulously, raking his eyes over Jimin's disheveled and fatigued appearance one last time before glancing over the man's shoulder to stare at the undeniable mess of the house in horror, "what happened?"

The younger releases a heavy and helpless sigh, leaning against the door to keep him upright as he opens it wider, the six men cautiously slipping through the gap, eyes softened in sympathy as they, too, stare at the state of the place.

"Jinyoung!" Jimin suddenly beckons, watching emotionlessly as the always hyper and energetic boy runs out from his room, giggling excitedly as he collides into Taehyung's awaiting arms.

Taehyung gathers him in his arms and returns to his full height, lovingly teasing Jinyoung by tickling at his chest and attempting to bite his face off, the sound of the young boy's giggles soon becoming the only thing that can be heard in the house.

Jin looks down at Jimin, the corner of his lips flicking up knowingly as he gently wraps a hand around the younger's wrist to pull his tired body against his chest, arms snaking around his small frame while his hands run up and down his back.

"Is it too much, Jimin-ah?" he whispers into Jimin's ear, making sure that Jinyoung can't hear anything. Jimin nods as he holds onto the hem of Jin's shirt for dear life, almost shaking with the fear of being a failure. The older sighs, nodding at Taehyung to take Jinyoung elsewhere, the younger obeying instantly by walking towards Jinyoung's room to look at the toys Jinyoung has managed to leave in there, all his other ones strewn across the house.

"Jinyoung asked me for food while we were waiting for you guys," Jimin explains softly, feeling utterly stupid for needing the help of hyung's to take care of his own two kids, "so I hopped up to go and chop some fruit for him. He came to watch in the kitchen and got impatient and started crying. Really loudly. That set Areum off and she started screaming."

"I told Jinyoung to quieten down and rushed over to tend to Areum. I rocked her until she calmed down and gave her her pacifier before putting her in the crib to sleep," he continues on, barely taking a breath in between sentences. "My guess is that he wanted my attention too but crying wasn't going to help him get it so he brought all his toys out to throw around the room, making even more noise than his crying. I was annoyed at the mess when I left Areum, ready to tell him off but he was standing at the kitchen counter, his hands so close to the knife. I nearly had a heart attack. I grabbed him and pulled him out of the kitchen to check if he was okay and then gave him his stupid fruit. I thought it was all over so I went to the dishes and, when I turned, Jinyoung had the candy."

The younger sighs, burying his face deeper into the crook of Jin's neck. "In conclusion, I'm a horrible father."

Chuckling, Jin pulls away from the embrace to place his hands on Jimin's shoulders, his eyes glinting with fond amusement—a look the older often sees reflected on Jimin's face when he looks at the family he now has.

"Don't beat yourself up over it," he reassures calmly, slowly beginning to massage Jimin's shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension. "Parenting can be very hard and, sometimes, all you need is a little help."

Jimin sniffles pathetically. "I was going to call Y/N but she really deserves this break and I didn't want to disturb her."

"Don't worry, hyung," Jungkook chimes reassuringly, his arms slowly snaking around Jimin's waist comfortingly. "That's what we're here for!"

"Thank you, guys," Jimin sighs, looking at his band mates adoringly. "Seriously, this means a lot to me."

"No problem," Jungkook mutters against the base of Jimin's neck, his soft breath tickling the older's skin as shivers gradually run down his spine. "What do we have to do?"

Jimin searches through his pocket for the list of chores you wrote him, pulling it out within a few seconds to see what he has left to do. "I haven't made lunch yet—"

"On it," Jin interrupts with a smile, shuffling off to take his place in the kitchen.

"—or done the washing—"

"Oh, I'll do that, hyung," Jungkook chuckles, releasing Jimin from his grip before rushing off to get started.

"—and I need to feed Areum but she won't stay still and I can't take my eye off Jinyoung."

"Let me help with Areum," Yoongi mumbles, making sure his always melodic voice is loud enough for everyone to hear, "and Hoseok and Namjoon can join Taehyung in watching over Jinyoung."

Jimin nods as his features soften into a look that can only be described as relief before his small hand wraps around Yoongi's thin wrist to lead him to Areum' room, glancing over his shoulder to see Hoseok and Namjoon walking into Jinyoung's room.

By the time he returns his head to original position, Yoongi has already found himself in Areum's room, the baby girl cradled lovingly in his arms as he rocks her carefully, lips stretched out into a smile of wonder as he hums under his breath.

Jimin gawks at Yoongi for a few moments, pleased to see the older so comfortable around his children, before jogging out to heat up Areum's milk.

He returns in no time, smiling broadly when Yoongi motions him over to gently move Areum into the arms of her father. Her honey eyes are wide as she glances around the room while he makes sure she's comfortable in his arms before pressing the bottle to her lips, watching in satisfaction as she begins to drink.

"You should be so proud of yourself," Yoongi says out of nowhere, Jimin's gaze one of surprise as he lifts his eyes to meet the eyes that belong to his hyung; each orb swimming with a fond adoration. "You've got two beautiful children and a wife who loves and cares for you so much. The kids have got the most amazing person I know as their dad and Y/N—well, she already knows how lucky she is to be married to someone she can always depend on. You remind her of that everyday."

"Jimin," he sighs with a soft chuckle, "what I'm trying to say is that you're doing a great job at being a loving father and husband. Everyone can see it so don't let your thoughts get to you."

"Thanks, hyung," Jimin smiles, fighting back tears. "That means a lot."

Hours pass by in a blur and before anyone knows it, it's finally time for you to head home.

You reach the front door and press your ear against it, lips twitching when all you can hear is still air. As quietly as you possibly can, you swing the door open and step into the house, surprised to see Jimin, his band mates and your children cuddled up together on the couch, fast asleep.

You chuckle to yourself as a smile of adoration takes over your features, your movements light and soft as you decide to make them all something for dinner to thank them for their hard work.

However, before you can get a start, you find yourself walking towards Jimin, your hand almost ghost like as it card through his hair. Without a single moment of hesitation, you press your lips against his forehead, letting them linger for a few heartbeats.

Then, with an even bigger grin, you set off for the kitchen.