"See, Daddy?" Jin asked, holding up the sheet of paper. "It's the drawing I did in class today."

"Uh huh, it's beautiful," Namjoon said, his eyes staying fixed on the road as he picked Jin up from school.

"It's a picture of our family!" Jin said, pointing at each of the pink stick figures. "There's me. I'm the biggest because I'm the most important one. Then there's Yoongi. He's sideways because he's sleeping. The one with the sparkles is Hobi, and then the three babies are Jiminie, Taehyungie, and Jungkookie. And the one wearing a dress is Mommy. Isn't it pretty?"

"Uh huh..."

"Daddy, you're not looking!" Jin whined, kicking aimlessly and accidentally opening the glove compartment.

"Stop kicking!" Namjoon said as he shut the glove compartment and made sure the doors were locked. "I'm looking, okay?" he said as he glanced over to see a sheet of paper covered in pink scribbles. "Wait, where am I in your picture?" he asked, flicking his eyes back to the road.

"Daddy isn't in my picture."

"Why not?!" Namjoon shouted before pausing. "Stay here," he said, putting the car in park and running inside the preschool to pick up Yoongi and Hobi, coming back out with Hobi wrapped around his leg and Yoongi sleeping in his arms, wrapped around his chest like a monkey. He quickly buckled them both in before driving off, going back home. "Why aren't I in the picture?" he repeated to Jin.

"I don't know. I just didn't want to draw Daddy."

"Draw me!"

"Don't want to."

"Do it!"

"Nuh uh."

"You pull out a pink crayon and draw me in that picture right now little mister or I am pulling this car over!"

Jin puffed his cheeks out and furrowed his eyebrows, looking like an angry chipmunk before he pulled a crayon out of his backpack. He scribbled on the paper for a minute before putting the crayon down in the console between the driver and passenger seats. "There. You're in the picture."

"Good." Namjoon smiled. "Which one am I?" he asked, looking over at Jin, who was holding the paper up.

"You're this one," Jin said, still pouring as he pointed to a spot.

"Why am I just a circle when everyone else has bodies and arms and legs?"

"Because you're not a person, you're an egg," Jin replied.

"WHAT!"

"That's what Mommy says. She says your head looks like an egg. So I drew you like an egg." Jin looked over at Namjoon, his eyes wide and his bottom lip stuck out. "Do you not like my drawing, Daddy?"

"Of course not! Why am I an egg?! I don't want to be an egg!" Namjoon yelled, braking hard for a stop sign.

That's when Jin started sobbing. His wailing filled the car as his tears started to fall on his drawing.

"H-hey now, don't...don't cry, okay?" Namjoon said quickly, looking back between the road and Jin. After a second he just put his hazard lights on and put the car in park so he could focus on his oldest son. "Look out, sweetie. You're ruining your picture." He quickly saved the piece of paper, grabbing it gently and holding it up next to his face. "I love it, okay? See? It looks just like me!"

Jin looked up and dropped his fists from his eyes to his lap. "R-really? Daddy likes it?"

Namjoon nodded enthusiastically. "I love it! I'll hang it on the fridge, okay?" He winced as he heard someone honking their horn behind him.

"YOU HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY!" someone yelled.

Namjoon rolled down his car window and stuck his head out. "I'LL TAKE IT WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT!"

"Daddy, who are you talking to?" Jin asked, his tears forgotten instantly.

"Um, just a friend of Daddy's," Namjoon covered, sticking his head back inside.

"Tell them that you like my drawing!!" Jin said, bouncing up and down in his seat.

"I...uh...okay," Namjoon said, faltering briefly before he stuck his head back out. "AND I LIKE JIN'S DRAWING!" Then he brought his head back in and rolled the window up, flicking the hazards off and putting the car in drive before hitting the gas.

Jin laughed and grabbed his picture so he could stare at it. Then he started looking around with a frown. "Daddy?"

"What is it, sweetie?"

"I can't find my pink crayon..."

Oh shit. "Daddy will help you look when we get home, okay?

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Jin?"

"I found my crayon."

"That's great, sweetie."

"Daddy?"

"...Yes, Jin?"

"Yoongi is eating my crayon."

"Shit!"