JEE'S POV

(A/N: I thought of writing epilogues in Yoongi's pov but I love Jee 😭)

I was sitting at the dining table, peeling off a banana.

"May I take your jacket off little one?" I mumbled while doing so.

"You know, people can actually hear you saying that?" Yoongi questioned making me look at him who was flipping a pancake so proficiently. It looked so damn delicious. Both, the dish and the chef.

"Stop looking as if you would butcher it," he mocked and I rolled my eyes. Three fluffy pancakes, a piece of butter on the top and maple syrup over it.

As he was bringing it to me, he purposefully slowed down his walk. I'll just tie him to a treadmill and fucking make him run for a week!

"Yoon... The kids are hungry," I pouted and he quickly accelerated his pace, placing the plate infront of me. As he said, we really happened to have twins and they are really not very much like me- passive and lazy. They fucking love playing football in my stomach!

What if they're not mine? Yoongi is so dead! But they're in my area. Blackpink in your area. What the fuck?

"Why are you frowning? Why aren't you eating?" He questioned. Yes, it was me drooling over pancakes but suddenly, they don't seem that tasty. I want some chocolates instead but he made it for me at midnight.

Y'all on his likes. I'm on his nerves.

We're not the same.

"I want you to eat first because I love you baby," I smiled, taking a segment in my fork and gesturing him to eat.

He raised a brow in suspicion. "You're not the kind who would share food. What happened?"

"Yeah but it's different for you because I love the dad of my kids."

"Really?"

No. I actually love Hoseok but he loves Sprite so, I am lying to you. Fucking piece of goblin shit.

He reluctantly ate that bite, chewing on it cautiously as if I had poisoned it.

"You are not craving it anymore, right?" He asked on gulping down what he ate. I giggled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

The fact that I am a legal adult is hysterical!

He sighed. This is literally the third time this is happening.

I am guilty. No I am not. I am guilty that I am not guilty. Guilty Guilt. This is should be a book title.

"Yoon," I looked up to him. "You like pancakes, don't you?" I questioned, swiftly shifting the plate towards him who was sitting beside me.

"Yeah I fucking love pancakes at 12 midnight when I've had proper dinner and had even brushed but yeah thanks," he grunted, actually stabbing the fork in the cakes and eating it violently.

My lips pressed themselves in a thin line. Guilty Guilt Guys.

Nope Jee. No. No I warn you. No-

"Can we get chocolates?" I asked and gulped. He placed the fork on the table with a thump and glared at me. Somehow, I couldn't meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "It's not me. It's the kids. Totally," I clarified and he chuckled abruptly.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing. Let's get you chocolates then," he smiled. Why was he being like this? Does he love the kids more than me? Am I already left behind or what? Well I love the kids more than him then. Fuck him- Wait!

"Yoongi, I swear if you bring a chocolate condom, I'll hire gangs to kill you!"

He laughed at that. So, not that? He pinched my cheeks abruptly and added, "You're so cute nowadays. You look like a seal!"

He got me in the first half.

I slapped his hands from my face, "Get the fuck lost." I got up from the chair with my children's home. No stadium actually cause they love playing football!

Didn't your parents teach not to play at home stupid little goblins? Oh wait. I am the parent.

I was walking away when he stopped me, gripping my wrist.

"Let me go Yoon, I wanna go, it's all your fault!" I muttered.

"What do you mean my fault?" He questioned, tilting his head.

Tears started forming at the corner of my eyes and I felt like crying. And so I did like Izuku Midoriya.

"Hey, hey, why are you crying all of a sudden?" He panicked, wiping the tears off my face.

"You didn't teach the kids not to play at home," I wailed.

"What?" He blurted out. "Okay. I am sorry. Baby, I'm sorry. Don't cry."

I cried even more like a freaking idiot. "They kick alot. It hurts."

"Is it severe?" He asked, concerned.

No but I'll just pretend it to be. Why? Attention seeker me.

I nodded.

"Let's go to the hospital then. Okay? Don't cry, I hate watching you cry."

Hospital? No no no. I was just kidding.

"I just want a chocolate," I added.

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Strawberry icecream."

"Okay. Now?" I nodded. How is he even bearing with me? I would have killed myself!

"Let's get it," he said, "you wanna accompany me?"

"Nah. I don't wanna. My lazy ass will sit pretty here and wait-"

"Come with me. I cannot leave you alone when you're this absolute careless woman."

"You know you leave me alone everyday for work!"

"But something weird happens to you at night. You act like a weird llama, now a seven month pregnant llama," he shrugged.

Yeah a llama pregnant with baby kittens?! Doraemon fucked up.

I frowned. My expression caught between a pout and a scowl. "Okay," I mumbled, trudging towards the car and heard him chuckling behind me.

Ahh I love him. I should be saying the opposite but whatever. Truth, once in a while.

We stopped at the convenience store and he bought me chocolates while I was still in the car. Then we accelerated towards a McDonald's drive-thru.

We took two softies and he parked in the parking till the time I was already half way done with mine.

"You're... Fast," he commented and I shrugged.

"I wanna taste yours," I said after finishing mine.

"No. Get lost, eat your chocolates or something," he responded. I held onto his hand holding the cone and leaned in to lick it.

I smirked, "Now what? You'll eat it now?"

He shrugged, continuing eating it. "It's not like I haven't tasted your saliva."

Point.

I sighed. His softie is even tastier than mine. I bet the worker was an Army. Suddenly his icecream was infront of my mouth, I smiled and ate it with alacrity.

"You know I should hate you. But since I am a wonderful man-"

"Ya sure. Yoon... Listen," I spoke carefully.

"Hm? Anything else?"

"I was thinking... Would we be able to provide for our kids?"

"You remember? Have you forgotten what I do for a living?" He exclaimed.

Not him shamelessly using his own song. No complaints though.

"No. I mean. We're having twins. Twice the responsibilities. Everything into two. It's that fear in me that what if... We could not... You know," I fumbled and he smiled.

"We would try our very best Jee. And I think we would be able to. Yes, it's our first time and it had to be."

"The first sip of the coffee is always the most difficult," I said, watching a man make coffee in the middle of the street. I never liked coffee but that little paper cup seemed to be having nectar.

"Yeah," he spoke.

"No," I looked at him, "I wasn't giving a life lesson. The first sip is the toughest. We never know, we sip and it burns our fucking face off! Dangerous dude."

"And I thought you were serious."

"I was. It just didn't stick well."

"Why do I ever care?" He grunted, wiping his hands from a napkin. Before he could start again, I leaned in to kiss his cheeks.

He smiled wide, "What's this for?"

"For bearing with me."

"I deserve a lot more for that," he answered, nearing me and I smiled once before his lips were on mine.

The soft vanilla he ate was coalesced with his own intoxicating taste. His kisses are overwhelmingly soft and gentle. It feels like praying. Holy.

We parted and smiled. "I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Miss Jarvis," he responded. He does call me Miss Jarvis alot. He just seemed to like that term.

He started the car. His one hand on the steering and another held mine protectively.

It feels safe. It feels warm. It just makes me feel that I belong here.

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(A/N: My exam to me : "Are you fucking serious?")