[ three years later ]

"mOMM-" somin yells from upstairs.

i groan, forcing myself off the couch and went into the yelling five year olds bedroom.

"yes, whats wrong?" i ask.
"i need help with homework."

i sit down next to her. "what do you need help with?"

"i have to write about my parents do for work."
"well.. i help catch bad guys and daddy makes music."

this is the best i could do explaining a forensic psychologist and a music producer.

"wow! so you're a police woman, mommy? is daddy a singer? is he like shinee?"

guess my explanation isn't good enough.

i shake my head no. "no, but i help the police catch bad people, and daddy makes songs for singers like shinee."

"ahhh." she nods her head and begins to write.

"what about my other parents?" she asks.

shes referring to her real parents. the ones we adopted somin from a year ago.

"im sorry, i dont know." i tell her.

she nods her head and smiled, "thats okay."

"is that all? can mommy sleep now?"
"mhm."

i walked out of her room and back to the couch where i attempted to sleep again. it didnt work so i went into my office to finish some work.

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"minjae." someone whispered while lightly shaking my shoulder.

"mhm?" i raise my head with my eyes still closed.

i touch the hand on my shoulder, yoongi lets out a small chuckle.

"you fell asleep while working again." he says in a low voice.

"when did you get home?" i ask, getting up from my chair.
"around an hour ago."

i looked at the clock on my desk, it read 7:16. yoongi was home a bit earlier, he usually came home from the studio at around eight.

"im going to make dinner-"
"no need to, i already fed somin, shes sleeping now. you should too."

"thanks." i said, i lightly kissed his cheek before heading to our bedroom.

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i woke up to the sunlight peeking through the blinds. even though i wanted to sleep more i knew i still had to make breakfast. the struggles a mother and wife face.

"ugh my back." i groan while getting out of bed.

im getting old.

i went into the kitchen to see yoongi and somin eating breakfast already.

"i told you she'll get out of bed in fifteen minutes." yoongi told somin.

"mommy your hair looks weird." somin giggles.

"mommy looks like a monster." yoongi says, i roll my eyes at him.

i hug both of them before sitting down, they prepared a plate of food for me.

"mommy did you brush your teeth?" somin asks.

i shook my head no, "i dont feel like it today, i'll do it after i eat."

"ew, somin tell mommy to brush her teeth or else daddy wont give her kisses."

somin nods her head, "daddys right. i wont give you kisses either mommy."

i scoff, "since when did you two start ganging up on me?"

"since this morning because i knew you would forget, therefore this is your punishment." yoongi replies.
"getting bullied by my husband and daughter?"

they both nod their head.

"what did i even do?" i ask, putting down my chopsticks.
"you forgot." somin says.
"forgot what?"
"think about it mommy."

and so i do.

yoongis birthday? no.. somins? its not hers either.. what the heck is so special about today?

"its our wedding anniversary." said yoongi.

oh..

i check the calendar on my phone, it was indeed our anniversary.

"oh my god, im sorry. work has been so crazy lately, i forgot." i say
"its okay. i already set up plans for us to do today." he replies.
"aw, you're the best." i gave him a thumbs up.

after everyone finished eating i washed the dishes then took a quick shower.

i got dressed and helped somin pick out her clothes.

after we all finished getting ready yoongi drove us to my mystery anniversary surprise. i could think of a couple of things yoongi would think of doing for this anniversary but i dont think he did any of them.

we arrived at our destination.

"ah wait." said yoongi, after shutting the car door.
"what?" i ask.

"somin where is it?" yoongi asks.

"here you go." somin says digging in her backpack, zipping it closed when she finished.

she handed yoongi a blindfold.

i laugh as yoongi began to tie it around my head, "this feels nostalgic."

yoongi held my shoulders, supporting me as i walked, while somin held my hand, leading the way.

i felt that we walked inside a building, the bells on top of the door jingled when it opened.

yoongi took the blindfolds off, "surprise mommy!" somin yells, her hands in the air.

"a photo studio?" i looked around seeing a light grey backdrop, cameras and lights.

yoongi nodded his head, "i set us an appointment since we dont have any pictures of us around the house. i wanted one with somin, a family picture."

a middle aged man came out, "ah, you must be min yoongi-ssi for the family picture?"

yoongi nodded his head, "yes thats me."

"i already have the props set up, that over there is the dressing room, i had a stylist pick out clothing for you to change into."

"thank you." we all said.

i took somin with me to the women's dressing room while yoongi went to the mens.

i wore a white, frilly, off-shoulder dress that stopped at my knees, and white platform sandals.

somin wore one similar to mines but had straps, she wore it with a white headband that had a bow and white flats.

after we finished we met outside, yoongi was out first. he wore a white dress shirt with black pants. it was simple but can i just say, he looked like the most handsome man alive.

"somin, you look so pretty!" yoongi said as soon as he saw us, "you're okay." he tells me.
i hit his arm.

i take it back when i said he was handsome.

"im just kidding you look beautiful." he says.

you better just be kidding or the next thing the photographers going to be taking a picture of is a crime scene.

"of course i do. you married me after all." i say, then flip my hair.

"okay, lets have the family stand in front of the backdrop." the photographer says.

we took a couple of photos, each with different themes. one was a classic family portrait, and the rest were silly ones with us being goofballs.

after the photoshoot ended we went back to the dressing room to change back to our regular clothes. after we got dressed we met with the photographer again.

"the portrait should be ready in about a week." he said.

we thanked him before leaving the studio, and heading back home.

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"more to the right. a little higher, wait that's too high, go lower. aish- too low!"

"yoongi, tell your wife to hurry up, my arms are going to break!" namjoon complains.

"namjoon, i'll break your arms for you if you don't stop complaining." i snap.
"minjae, don't talk to my husband like that." said suhyun.

"aaanndddd stop! that's perfect!"

jungkook and jimin hammer the nails into the wall so yoongi and namjoon can finally hang up our unreasonably large family portrait.

i never realized how many pictures of us we had around the house. our family picture, wedding pictures, and pictures of us and the boys.

while the boys hung the portrait up i took a seat next to suhyun in the dining room.

"you know what's funny?" she asks.
"what?"
"ever since you got married to yoongi you became min minjae." (a/n: mINMIN my strong woman do bongsoon feels are triggered ok continue-)

i let out a small chuckle. "i know. but what if the guys took the girls last name?"

suhyun gasps. "then yoongi would be yoon yoongi."

"min yoongi, min minjae, min somin. you guys are the triple mins." said hoseok, joining our conversation."
"i should put that outside our door. ah, by the ways has anyone seen taehyung and seokjin?"

"mommy look!" somin happily yells while holding seokjin and taehyung hands.

seokjin and taehyungs hair had a bunch of different color pins, random sections of their hair were tied into mini ponytails and pigtails. lipstick, eyeshadow, and eyeliner were smeared across their faces.

"mommy look at how pretty oppa looks!" said nahyeon, suhyuns daughter. (yes, she had another one after hajoon. she talks a lot for a two year old, she took after her mother) she pulled on hajoons arm. poor hajoon looked just like seokjin and taehyung.

"somin.. where did you get the makeup?" i ask.
"your drawer."

i take a deep breath and try not to pull my hair out. hoseok must of noticed, he pats my back. "there there now, take deep breaths.. inhale then exhale.. stay calm."

"seokjin, taehyung. why didn't you stop her?" i ask, keeping my cool.

"she started crying when we told her no, and when taehyung got up to ask for permission she stopped him."
"how can you let a five year old- you know what? nevermind."

"jagiya, can you get me water, please?" namjoon sweetly asks suhyun. suhyun nods her head and speed walks to the kitchen.

"yah minjae! get me water! im going to die." yoongi demands.

i roll my eyes. "just die then."
"is that how you talk to your husband?"
"i don't know, is that how you talk to your wife?"

i get up and very slowly walk towards the kitchen.
"can i get my water today and not in ten months?"

i stomp towards the kitchen and unlike pouring a glass for yoongi, like what suhyun was doing for namjoon, i take a water bottle from the fridge and throw it at him.

"thanks."
"at least you still know how to say thanks." i quietly say and slumped back against the chair.

seokjin sighs. "you two are perfect for each other."

i raise an eyebrow. "how?"

"its like yoongi hyung is married to himself, that's how. you're just like each other." said taehyung.

"no we're not!" yoongi and i say at the same time.

"we stand corrected." said jimin.

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after everyone left yoongi and i sat together on the couch and watched some tv dramas.

i feel yoongis eyes on me while i watch the drama. "sorry for being kinda rude, i was joking." he says.

"i know." i reply, my eyes still on the screen.

"i love you." he said, his eyes still on me.
"i know."
"don't you love me back?"
"yeah."
"c- can you say it?" he reluctantly asks.

"i love you." i say, my eyes still on the tv. it looked like i was saying it to the actor on the screen (in which i kinda was) who just happened to be gong yoo.

yoongi clicks his tongue. "minjae, say it to me and not gong yoo."

i open my phone, "i love you." i say to my lock screen background, which was one of yoongis selcas (i would say it to my home screen too, but its kim soohyun and yoongis next to me so🐸☕️).

"stop trolling me." he says.

just as i was actually going to face him and say it he leans in and presses his lips against mines, taking me by surprise.

when he pulls away, i smile from ear to ear and touch my cheeks.

"are you blushing?" he asks, pulling my hands away from my cheeks, but i slap them away.
"stop it."
"yeah you're blushing. why are you blushing? we kiss all the time."

as i was going to reply, somin comes downstairs, holding my old stuffed bear, henry.

"what's wrong my baby?" i ask her, pulling her into my arms.
"i can't sleep."

"did you have a nightmare?" yoongi asks.
somin nods her head.

"it's okay mommy is here." i say, cradling her in my arms.
"um, i'm here too." said yoongi.
"oh yeah, and that guy too."
yoongi scoffs.

i cradle somin in my arms until she drifts off to sleep. i go upstairs and tuck her in bed. i go back downstairs to resume yoongi and i's late night cuddle session while watching tv.

"we're really perfect for each other aren't we?" said yoongi, pulling me closer to his chest.

i nod my head. "yeah, we are."

:')

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sorry it took an eTERNITY to publish this i re-wrote it like a bajillion times wjdjjss