"YoonJee, keep your head straight," Yoongi chided my little five-year old babygirl. He held her head while tying her hair into two cute little ponytails. He is such a daddy material.

"She never understands," JeeYoon muttered while shaking his head. Yoongi's phone in his hands and he was watching some anime videos.

"And you stop watching cartoons in the morning that too when your school bus is just five minutes away!" Yoongi nagged.

Wait. Did he just said that anime are cartoons?

"They aren't cartoons, they are anime!" JeeYoon and I blubbered at the same time. I smiled while finally packing their bento boxes. I like cooking for them.

"Watching this all day has made your face look like a cartoon," YoonJee mocked her brother. YoonJee is three minutes older to JeeYoon. They are fraternal twins, hence not so similar. Except for a few details. Like cuteness. Obviously, duh, they are our kids!

"JeeYoon, put the phone down," I said, packing their bags.

He sighed and placed down the phone and abruptly started laughing. "She looks like a potato," he said.

"You look like a pumpkin, little goblin," she responded back. Man. She is feisty. The boy was about to say something when the school bus honked.

"Come on now. Kiss papa," Yoon said and both the kids pecked his cheeks on either side. That sight was so endearing that I would start bleeding from the nose.

I too kneeled down to their level and unlike Yoon, I don't have to ask. The kids themselves approached me to kiss my cheeks. Their puerile lips brushed against my skin and everytime they do, I feel a sense of responsibility instilled in me.

"Let's go," Yoongi enthusiastically passed and YoonJee sighed.

"Time for hell, yay!" She said dully. She is so Yoongi. Damn.

"School's fun," JeeYoon blubbered and YoonJee slapped the back of his head, running out of the house to the bus.

JeeYoon ran behind her and we followed them. We bowed once to the school teacher and watched the bus fade from our line of sight.

I exhaled a breath, "Finally! I thought we would be late today."

"Thanks to you who wake up just fifteen minutes before!" He blamed. Seriously, fuck off! But I cannot complain because it was really my turn to wake up early. Yes, we do it chance wise.

"Ahh... Whatever. You have to go?" I asked, leaning to the main gate.

He shook his head, "Nothing is planned for today."

"Lucky you," I passed. "I've got shit to do."

"No you do not," he said making me confounded.

"Huh?"

His one hand went under my knees and another wrapped around my shoulder to sweep me up from the ground. My hands itself wrapped around his neck and I giggled.

Oh my my. I like this.

He carried me inside with an alluring gummy smile and literally threw me on the bed making me bounce on the soft mattress. He was almost instantly hovering over me and pecked my lips.

"It's freaking morning," I spoke in incredulity. I get that he's horny but I have a meeting today.

"So? Do I have to see the time to fuck my wife?" He questioned, his lips upon mine and his hand, already inside my tee, caressing my waist.

Or maybe no meeting today.

I answered his kiss and he immediately understood my consent.

•••

I heard the sound of the school bus again and I instantly stopped typing to reach out to collect my kids. Yoongi himself was running out in his pajamas. Now, it was a race. Do or die.

I increased my pace and so did he. I opened the door first but he pulled me back, moving in front. But before he could, I held his Tee and ran forward. We both stumbled upon the main gate, giving an awkward smile to the class teacher who reciprocated it.

Both the kids got down the bus and my heart thudded watching JeeYoon's torn shirt and YoonJee's agitated expression.

Yoongi glared at the teacher in inquisition.

"JeeYoon fell from the swing today-"

"He didn't fall! Soo pushed him," YoonJee grunted angrily.

"Calm down little one-"

"Why?" I questioned the teacher.

"That's something that happens sometimes between kids. But YoonJee deliberately kicked Soo violently."

I saw Yoongi winking at my five-year old who did the same. I elbowed him, totally befuddled at his disposition. But yeah, she surely is our daughter. Me proud as hell.

"Isn't that something that happens between kids too?" I asked and she shook her head.

"That's not the case ma'am. The thing is that she showed her middle finger to the kid," she spoke carefully.

What in Peppa Pig? Sorry my anime references changed to cartoons. Honestly, they are pretty interesting too.

My eyes widened a bit and Yoongi gasped softly. The bus left with the teacher, leaving behind us who were totally obfuscated.

Me and Yoongi sat on the couch and the two kids stood guilty in front of us.

"What happened?" Yoongi demanded an explanation. His serious form sends a jolt down my spine, I can't even imagine about the kids.

"He was sitting on the swing and that goblin pushed him but he did nothing. What was I supposed to do?" She informed but shushed on recieving Yoongi's gaze.

"Calm down Yoon," I said and he sighed looking away.

"I didn't find any reason to fight back," the boy added making us look at him. "What would be the benefit? First, I already fell. Next, I fight and disrupt the peace of the school and even mine own. Only to get more hurt? No use. I already thrashed him in my brain."

Why in the world of Noddy is he speaking like me?

"But you have to fight for yourself, gremlin. He would do it again," she berated her younger.

I looked at Yoongi and we both stifled a laugh. Seemed like our past forms. Feisty Yoongi instigating the nonchalant me to fight against the wrong.

"It doesn't matter to me," he shrugged.

"Yeah, you're the Buddha?" Yoongi questioned with an amused smile.

"Forget this? Where did you learn this middle finger thing?" I questioned. Honestly, we stopped cursing since I conceived. We tried to tone it down as much as we could except for some situations.

"I saw Appa showing it when he was angry," she said. I glared at Yoongi and he smiled awkwardly. He is so dead.

"Oh little YoonJee. I think you saw wrong baby-"

"Shut up!" I interrupted a bit loud and he flinched.

"Look, YoonJee, it's not a good thing to do. You get that? Next time you do it, you'll never get chocolates. Never. And not only you, appa will be punished too. Okay?"

She nodded with a pout. Her hands holding her ears, "Sorry."

"Promise?" I asked and she nodded again.

"Let's freshen up and eat, okay?"

"Can we go to the pool?" JeeYoon questioned.

"Ofcourse. Let's go change into our swim suits and go to the pool," I said, picking both of them up in my either arms. Benefits of being in a martial arts institute.

"What about me?" Yoongi asked, following us.

"Go and piss in your pants, illiterate twat truck," I passed and the kids giggled toothily.

We- Me, JeeYoon and YoonJee were now at the swimming pool. The kids enjoying amongst themselves, sometimes involving me.

"Yah? You think you would leave me?" Yoongi stood at the edge, in his boxers.

"Appa!" YoonJee grinned, her hands reaching out to her dad. He smiled and got in too. "Only my daughter loves me," he spoke on embracing her. I rolled my eyes.

"I love you too appa," JeeYoon pronounced and swam towards him.

"Hah? Ofcourse. You love him more than me, right?" I rhetorically questioned.

"No. I love you too Eomma," he said with a pout. I laughed. Launcelot in dilemma I see.

"Doesn't look like that," I added. He swam back towards me and hugged me with his floaters buffed arms.

"That's totally cheating," Yoongi complained.

"Look, I hear a pile of bat droppings speak," I laughed hysterically. He approached me with YoonJee in his arms.

"Sorry baby. I must have been really angry. I won't do it again," he spoke gently as he let YoonJee go. The kids engaged among themselves.

"I think we promised, we won't curse."

"I'm sorry. I won't repeat it. Sorry," he held his ears and pouted. Fuck. Is he taking training from his own daughter? That's working though. Makes me wanna kiss his pouty lips.

I chuckled, "Fine."

"Guys, your mom forgave me," he said, splashing water at the little peanuts who splashed more.

I laughed watching Yoongi becoming a total kid with them when he splashed water at me. I instantly felt competitive to do the same.

"Eomma, you wanna see magic?" YoonJee asked making all of us intrigued.

"What? Really?" JeeYoon questioned and the mini lady nodded proudly. So, there were four of us in the middle of the pool.

"Show me your ring," she spoke. I was reluctant but gave her my engagement ring.

She fisted it and spoke a spell and deliberately threw the ring in the pool. My eyes widened and my heartbeat drop.

"Shoo!" She chimed and showed us her little palms. "It's vanished."

"What the-" I spoke and instantly dived in the pool, searching for it back. Why did I ever trust his daughter. She is the absolute intolerable ass pastry.

I came up to the surface to take a breath and got back in. Even after my desperate attempts I could not find it.

"Jee, calm down," Yoongi said.

I shook my head, "That was my engagement ring!" I dived back in, my ears were deaf due to the pressure underwater.

"JeeYoon take YoonJee with you and change into dry clothes," Yoongi ordered and the kids complied without whining.

I got back up but before I could go back in, he held me by my shoulders.

"Calm down. You won't be able to find it that way."

"Leave me. I need to find it before it ends up in a drain dammit!" I spoke but he hugged me in trance. "You've already dived through the entire pool, your face is all red. Are you insane? For a ring?"

I pushed him, "It's not just a ring!" I dived back again, my hands contacting the floor of the pool but to no avail. I panted on getting back up.

"I'll do it," he said. He dived in but couldn't find it back. Shit!

I felt like crying in the moment. My body was exhausted I was emotionally vulnerable.

"It's okay. We'll get a same ring designed."

I shook my head, "You won't understand what it meant to me."

It was really something precious. Not for how much it costed, for how much importance it had for me. I hadn't taken it off since our seven years of marriage. It was as if a part of me.

He sighed, "It's not like we can do anything sulking over it."

"I should have been careful." Tears rolled down my cheeks but I wiped them off.

"Fuck it. Don't cry. I'll find it," he said and dived back in but I pulled him out. It wasn't his fault and he was running out of breath.

"Let's go," I said dully and moved towards the edge when something sharp came underneath my foot. My eyes shone on that contact.

"Yoon, Yoon listen," I spoke enthusiastically, not moving an ounce.

"I think it's under my foot."

"Oh really? Don't move. I'll just dive in and pick it up, okay?" He asked and I nodded. I felt his hand lifting up my foot and he came back up with a victorious smile.

He displayed the ring as a medal earned the diamond reflected the sunrays beautifully. My soul bloomed on witnessing that and I tried to snatch it from him but he backed off.

"May I?" He asked. Ooh la la.

I smiled, placing my hand in his. He slid the ring back into my finger and I felt complete again. His one hand encircled my waist and his lips met mine.

I could taste a little salt of the chlorine water but the sweetness of his mouth engulfed me. That was a very sensual and intimate kiss, more intimate than even sex itself. It felt as if we were promising each other's souls to support each other.

We parted and he smirked, "The wedding's complete. What about the wedding night?"

I slapped his chest softly and hummed seductively. "Maybe tonight," I whispered and kissed his chest, getting out of the pool, leaving him all dazed.

"You... Smooth fuc-" he stopped when I glared at him. "You smooth idiot!" He corrected himself and I laughed, running back in.

•••

(A/N : And that was the last epilogue of the story. Now, I can rest in peace. 🖇️💜)