Description: You love your best friend, Taehyung. You love his husband Yoongi. You love his kid, Jimin. But Taehyung has a nasty habit of surprising you and trying to make you choke to death. Today is no different, while being altogether, entirely too different.
Warnings:None?
Posted:12/07/2021
Tags: family au, yoongi x taehyung x reader?, hybrid au, Taegi x reader eventually, Kid!Bangtan, Kid Jimin
Fluff with some angst (because I was aiming for fluff so I got angst): 2,842
Author’s Note: This is for my @kerikaaria baby! For her birthday! It’s not what I originally planned for you, but I hope you like it all the same! Love you!
When asked how to describe your friend, the best word you could come up with was ‘choking’.
This tended to get you strange looks, because without context it was rather a scandalous descriptive word for your friend of the opposite gender.
However, it was what happened every time you met up with him.
He liked to spring things on you.
Like now, as you choked on your tea because he just ~appeared~ and practically yelled, “You’ve got to help me!”
In the following moments, as other people in the cafe sent concerned looks your way, and Taehyung pounded your back to help you stop choking (honestly making it worse), you tried to figure out two things: 1) how did he know where to find you, and 2) what could he have possibly gotten himself into this time.
“What did you do this time?” You asked, throat now even more sore than before. You got the tea to soothe your throat, not to choke on and make your throat worse. Now you didn’t dare take a sip because you knew he would choose that moment to drop his bombshells. “And how did Yoongi not stop you?”
“He doesn’t know! You’ve got to help me!” He tugged on your arm. “Please!”
“Help you with what?” You asked, tugging your arm back and putting your things in your bag. Looking forlornly at the cup of tea you didn’t dare finish with him around. What could he do without Yoongi knowing and stopping him? How bad was this about to get?
“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” He whined.
“No, now be quiet for two minutes,” You croaked, then once he huffed, you took a nice swig of your tea and sighed. “Okay. Where are we going?”
He tugged you along behind him, not saying a word, which was probably more terrifying than if he was talking constantly.
You were surprised when he led you to his and Yoongi’s apartment. “Tae?”
“I know. I know. Worst place I could hide them.”
“Hide…them? Who? Tae?” You followed after him more quickly, seeing that there was a…hastiness needed.
“It’s Jimin’s fault,” Taehyung said.
“What is Jimin’s fault? Also, how can you blame your son for anything? And who has your son? Please tell me he’s with Yoongi!” You winced as your voice cracked painfully.
“He is, he is! Yoongi took him to work,” Taehyung answered, still sounding a little panicked. “Yoongi’s going to murder me.”
“Too much legal trouble, he’ll just make your life a living hell,” You answered, following him into the apartment.
The teenage neighbor glanced up. “That was quick. You can just add it to my next babysitting fee,” She said. “They’re pretty easy.”
You stared at Taehyung, wondering who this “they” was.
Taehyung turned to you. “Don’t freak out.”
“Little late for that, don’t you think? Also, you’re the one freaking out, I’m just wondering if you’ve absolutely lost your marbles.”
Taehyung cleared his throat. “Thanks, Miji. I’ll make sure to get you next time.”
“No problem,” She said again, shrugging and leaving.
“They?” You hissed.
Taehyung gulped and lead you to the spare bedroom.
Three kids were playing quietly on the floor, and a smaller one was sleeping on the spare bed.
But they weren’t just any kids.
“What the—”
“I know! I know! But they were there and adorable and orphaned and the worker was like, ‘Hey! You’re a parent! We could give you a stipend for them!’ and you know I always wanted a lot of kids and yeah, we’re probably going to have to move so that we have room and it’s a lot of work for just us and I know you’ve been looking for an extra job and it’s not like we’re financially tapped out or anything and the youngest is actually human, we just couldn’t get him away from the other boys—”
“He’s human?! Tae!”
“Shhhh,” He shushed, pulling you out of the room as the boys looked over. “The authorities were there and everything and…it’s all above board. He’s orphaned too, and they know about Yoongi and I so it’s not a big deal, the only thing they said was we needed to have a place we fit in more comfortably within the next four months and that’s doable! Our lease is up next month anyway, and yours is up then too so I thought, hey,—”
“No, no, don’t try to play this off as you having thought about it! This is the kind of thing you discuss and talk about—especially with a spouse,” You hissed, hitting his arm. “I can’t save you from Yoongi! And how dare you have tried to blame Jimin!”
“But…Jimin always talks about wanting siblings!”
“Do you even know anything about taking care of hybrids?!”
“Some, but I do know that you know!” He grinned. “Which is why my plan is fool-proof!”
He was seriously smiling?
You poked your head back into the room.
The three that were awake were all looking at the door with slightly scared expressions.
You took a deep breath, then turned back to Taehyung. “Did you at least ask their names?”
Tae nodded.
You nodded. “And offer them food?”
He hesitated.
You took a deep breath. “Oh, this is going to be a long day.”
“I should have done that.”
“Yeah.” You turned and went into the room fully. “Hey, little ones. Sorry for scaring you. I was very surprised. Are you hungry? We’ve definitely missed lunch.”
Two of them started shaking their heads no as the other emphatically nodded.
“I’m really hungry! Starving!” He folded his arms, but instead of defiant and pouty, it came across as a defensive and scared movement.
“Okay, why don’t we fix that? I’ll go make lunch, and I’ll call you guys when it’s ready. You don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry,” You added lightly, trying to keep your voice gentle but ending up a little raspy due to your throat’s condition.
The three hybrid children nodded carefully.
You nodded firmly and got up, dragging Taehyung to the kitchen. “You better call Yoongi. Right now.”
“Now?” He went to a cupboard and brought out the stash of throat-lozenges you kept there. “But….”
“Better he find out now, then when he comes home.”
“Can’t you—”
“No,” You said quickly, shutting that down. “It’s your grand scheme.”
“But—”
“Tae, I swear, if you don’t call him right now, then I’m walking out that door and leaving you to cook for those poor kids.”
You shook your head and popped a lozenge in your mouth before turning back to making lunch for five kids and yourself. You kept it simple and Tae made you some honeyed tea to try and appease you while he waited for Yoongi to call him back.
“It’s like he knows there’s something I need to talk to him about,” Tae groaned, flopping onto the counter.
“He’s probably just busy at work,” You reasoned. “But yeah, you calling him usually sets off some red flags. Go tell the kids that lunch is ready. You’ll have to introduce me to them.”
“Oh, right. Okay.” He hurried off to the spare room.
You looked at the ceiling, finally able to process a little of Taehyung’s plan in silence. He wanted to adopt these kids, move into a house, and have you move in like…what? A live-in Nanny? To be fair, you were already Jimin’s nanny, but being nanny to one sweet little boy is different from being nanny to two human boys and three hybrid boys. Five. Five boys.
But…it couldn’t be that bad…right?
The proximity to Yoongi and Taehyung might be dangerous, but you would be there for the kids and your rent would definitely go down.
The proximity to Yoongi and Taehyung would definitely be an issue.
You loved them.
In all senses of the word and you’d only loved them more ever since Jimin was born.
How much more if they were raising four more sweet boys.
It was crazy. Adopting four kids without consulting a spouse was crazy, but it was such a Taehyung thing to do. He didn’t think about repercussions, he thought, “These kids have nowhere to go, they have no family, I have a place they can go and I can love them enough, I’ll take them.”
The front door rattled.
You tried to call out to Taehyung to warn him, but your voice came out a hoarse whisper of “Yoongi’s here” instead.
Jimin raced in, spotting you and brightening even more. “Y/n!”
“Hey,” You whispered, catching him in the hug he wanted. “How was your day?”
“So good!” He gushed, bouncing.
“Hey, y/n, what are you doing here? Did Tae call you?”
“Sort of,” You answered hoarsely.
“So, how bad is it? I figured I could just wait until I got home to talk to him. We were just down the street.” Yoongi strolled into the kitchen, then examined everything. “Wow, how’d you know we hadn’t had lunch yet?”
You stared at him, then down at the food.
“Y/n?”
You shook your head. “Tae!”
Yoongi looked confused.
Taehyung slowly appeared, poking his head out of the hallway. “Oh. Yoongi. Hi.”
“Daddy!” Jimin started toward him, but stopped. “Why are you hiding?”
“Yeah, Tae,” Yoongi agreed, eyes narrowed skeptically. “Why are you hiding?”
You cleared your throat, grabbing another lozenge. “I’m just…I’ll be in…the spare bedroom.”
“No, no, stay where you are,” Taehyung protested, desperate.
“Daddy’s being weird, Appa,” Jimin said decidedly, then skipped over to you.
Yoongi folded his arms. “Yes he is. Taehyung?”
Taehyung gave a nervous little laugh, then stepped fully out of the hallway, the smallest child in his arms. “They were orphaned and I couldn’t just let them go to one of those group homes—not when we could love them and we always said we wanted to have a house someday and Jimin’s always wanted siblings!”
Jimin was staring with his mouth open. “You got me a little brother?”
“Yeah!” Taehyung agreed, smiling, then catching Yoongi’s gaze and becoming more sober. “If…if Appa says it’s okay.”
“They?” Yoongi asked in a carefully dead tone of voice.
“Well, there’s Jungkook, this little one, he’s the youngest. Then there’s Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon….” Taehyung trailed off.
Yoongi’s eyes were huge and his mouth gaping.
“Those three might be older than Jimin, or the same age, I’m not sure, nobody is. But they were going to separate them and those three were so protective and caring for Jungkookie…how could I see them separated? And we always wanted to move into a house—”
“Someday!” Yoongi hissed. “Down the road. Probably when we didn’t need Y/n’s help watching Jimin, because we can hardly ask her to commute to care for Jimin.”
“But we could ask her to live with us! It wouldn’t be that hard to have her live with us, she practically does already, and she could help us look after the boys. She would do that, wouldn’t you, Y/n?”
You considered the condition of your voice and the looks both of them were giving before shrugging and sinking below the counter.
It was quiet for another moment or two.
“See what you’ve done? You’re scaring her off. Tae, why wouldn’t you talk to me about things like this before doing anything?” Yoongi continued in a quieter voice.
“She’s not scared off, she’s just avoiding being in the middle of our fight!”
“We’re not fighting!”
“Sounds like we are!”
You reached around and grabbed Jimin, putting a finger to your lips and gesturing for him to follow you.
Taehyung and Yoongi were in the emphatic phase of their disagreements, and didn’t see either of you crawl to the hallway. They didn’t even register you rescuing Jungkook from Taehyung’s arms.
The three hybrid boys were hiding under the bed of the spare bedroom.
You carefully closed the door, and locked it. “They’re just being dramatic, little ones. Don’t pay them any mind. You’re safe here. I brought biscuits to tide us over until we can go out there. This is Jimin. Jimin, this is Jungkook, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon are hybrids, Jimin. But that’s perfectly normal and fine. Okay?”
“Okay! Hi! Are you my new brothers?” Jimin asked, grinning at the three under the bed.
Jungkook let his head drop back on your shoulder.
The bold one from earlier crawled out from under the bed. “I don’t know.” He cautiously took one of the biscuits and nibbled on it.
You smiled as Jimin worked his charms and slowly got the other two out and eating biscuits as well.
The bold one was Seokjin, and you could tell he wasn’t so much bold as he was trying to put up a front and be brave for the others. You had no idea what kind of hybrid he was, though, only that his tail was tan with black on the end.
Namjoon had a short but very fluffy-looking grey tail and small ears that just barely poked out of his hair that were black and white.
Hoseok looked like he was a dog hybrid, quite possibly a golden retriever. Whatever he was, he was soon playing with Jimin while his ears and tail flopped after them.
Jungkook ended up in Jin’s small lap, eating a second biscuit, so you whispered to the boys that you were going to check on the argument and slipped out.
They were having a stare-down.
Taehyung was pouting.
Yoongi was glaring.
You sighed. “Yoongi, we both know you’ve already caved in, so why bother denying it? Taehyung, we both know he’s going to make your life hell for the next few days, so just give him some space to come to terms with it. Either of you do anything to those boys and you answer to me.”
“Y/n?” Yoongi said carefully.
“Taehyung,” you redirected. “What kind of hybrids are they?”
Taehyung hesitated. “They said they thought Namjoon was a badger and Hoseok was a golden retriever. Nearest they could find for Seokjin was a prairie dog?”
“Two exotics and a golden retriever walk into a shelter and no one thinks to ask who orphaned them? They aren’t going anywhere if all of this is legal. Not if I have anything to say about it—don’t interrupt me I’m running out of voice—because if these boys get put in the system then they’re going to end up separated and on the market. They put dog hybrids like Hoseok with exotics to help keep them calm. Like cheetah cubs in the zoo,” You finished, then sighed. Hopefully that would be sufficient.
Yoongi got quiet. “Still…with your plan, Tae, it requires Y/n being willing to nanny the kids and move with us. That’s making a lot of impolite supposition.”
Taehyung turned to you. “We used to talk about sharing a home. We could probably make it so you have your own suite, and…and…you would still only have to work the hours you work now! I can work from home part-time, like we’d discussed before, so that would also lighten your load. Please, y/n? You can even help us house-hunt, right hyung?”
Yoongi was staring at Tae for a moment, then turned to you. “We would appreciate it. And we can make up the financial difference. It would be a full-time job though. Even when we’re home, getting used to five kids after only having one…it’s going to be an adjustment. And I’m going to be busier than ever at work with this new project.”
“You got the project?” Tae gasped.
Yoongi nodded. “Jimin sort of clinched it for me. But it means I won’t be working from home at all until the project is finished.”
“Bad timing,” Tae whispered, but then got a determined look. “We can handle it. We can figure it out. Please, y/n? Say you’ll agree?”
You bit your lip, uncertain. It would mean even more exposure to them…but after seeing those kids…how could you say no? “There will be very strict terms to the agreement.”
“Of course, we can even get a lawyer to draft everything if you want,” Yoongi said.
“A lawyer?” Tae squeaked.
You waved a hand. “I appreciate that, but I think it’s something we can figure out on our own. It’s more like…ground rules. To be determined at a later date.”
“Okay.” Yoongi took a deep breath. “Now, we better go apologize to the kids for arguing and you better introduce me. They’re my kids now too, right?”
The tension finally left your shoulders.
There was never any true doubt that he would turn the kids away, but there was doubt about how long he would resist Taehyung on this matter.
Now…you just had to figure out how much you would be dealing with in the future….
(Namjoon x Reader) Oneshot, Established relationship, Family!au Ft. side Sope and kids Seokjin Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook
Genre: (PG13) Fluff, Domestic, Kid Fic
Warnings: None!
WC: 1.4k
Description: Just an average day with your husband, kids, and best friends and their kids.
A/N: The title sucks. I will (hopefully) revise it later lol. A last minute entry (a tad late, oops lol) for the @btscreatorscorner Secret Valentine event! My Valentine was @bluewhale52 ! When asking about preferences, I got that she (I hope that’s right, I didn’t see any indication of pronouns but based on your works, I assumed :x Please tell me if I’m wrong, and I’ll adjust the fic to fit too!) is more hyung-line biased, particularly rap line. And loves their interactions with maknae line. So. KID FIC. I could have probably done a better job if it didn’t take me until literally last week to come up with this concept and that long to get around to finishing it lol. But I hope you still like it!
Also, this is a one-shot but I adore kid fics (despite this one being my first) so if anyone requests drabbles for these families, I am not opposed to writing more!
“Yoongi said they’re on their way,” your husband whispered to you as you.
“It should probably be safe to tell them now, right?” you suggested, referring to your twin five-year-olds who were currently playing a game of make-believe. What kind, was impossible to tell. The two communicated on a level that was too themfor you or anyone else to decipher.
You were scared of the day that they would speak in a secret language you would never be able to interpret—an inevitability rather than possibility.
“Yeah, probably,” Namjoon said somewhat hesitantly. “They’re only ten minutes away. Theoretically.”
You chuckled, thinking about the time when Jungkook refused to leave the car because he, for some unknown reason, insisted that he just had to bring ice cream to share with Jimin and Taehyung. Which had delayed the family’s arrival by half an hour and left you with toddlers who were too excited for their own good, resulting in even more chaos than usual.
(Namjoon x Reader) Oneshot, Established relationship, Family!au Ft. side Sope and kids Seokjin Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook
Genre: (PG13) Fluff, Domestic, Kid Fic
Warnings: None!
WC: 1.4k
Description: Just an average day with your husband, kids, and best friends and their kids.
A/N: The title sucks. I will (hopefully) revise it later lol. A last minute entry (a tad late, oops lol) for the @btscreatorscorner Secret Valentine event! My Valentine was @bluewhale52 ! When asking about preferences, I got that she (I hope that’s right, I didn’t see any indication of pronouns but based on your works, I assumed :x Please tell me if I’m wrong, and I’ll adjust the fic to fit too!) is more hyung-line biased, particularly rap line. And loves their interactions with maknae line. So. KID FIC. I could have probably done a better job if it didn’t take me until literally last week to come up with this concept and that long to get around to finishing it lol. But I hope you still like it!
Also, this is a one-shot but I adore kid fics (despite this one being my first) so if anyone requests drabbles for these families, I am not opposed to writing more!
“Yoongi said they’re on their way,” your husband whispered to you as you.
“It should probably be safe to tell them now, right?” you suggested, referring to your twin five-year-olds who were currently playing a game of make-believe. What kind, was impossible to tell. The two communicated on a level that was too themfor you or anyone else to decipher.
You were scared of the day that they would speak in a secret language you would never be able to interpret—an inevitability rather than possibility.
“Yeah, probably,” Namjoon said somewhat hesitantly. “They’re only ten minutes away. Theoretically.”
You chuckled, thinking about the time when Jungkook refused to leave the car because he, for some unknown reason, insisted that he just had to bring ice cream to share with Jimin and Taehyung. Which had delayed the family’s arrival by half an hour and left you with toddlers who were too excited for their own good, resulting in even more chaos than usual.
Taking a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself for the amount of excitement that was about to explode out of your children. You sat yourself on the floor next to where they were playing, Jimin not hesitating even a second to plop himself down in your lap without stopping their game at all. Your babies were very affectionate and you soaked in every second of it.
You kissed the crown of his head before giving them the news. “If I may interrupt you two for just a moment,” you began, and just like that all their attention was on you. They were so attentive, despite how lost in their own world they could become. “We’re going to be having company over tonight.”
“Is Kookie coming over?!” Taehyung yelled excitedly, dropping the doll he had been using as a prop.
“Yes, Kookie is coming over,” Namjoon said, crouching down next to you. “And so are Jinnie hyung and Uncle Hobi and Uncle Yoongi.”
Jimin jumped out of your lap to yell excitedly and jump around with his brother, an action that for sure would have lost you some health points if you hadn’t preemptively tilted your head backwards, having predicted the movement ahead of time.
You watched as your husband smiled fondly at the two. “You’d think it’s been months since they’ve seen him, rather than just days,” he said.
Your boys absolutely adored little Jungkook and always became excited whenever they’d get to see him. The two of you learned rather quickly that it was best to not say anything to them until the family was on their way to prevent them from anticipating too much and spending all their energy on excitement too early.
Yoongi and Hoseok have been close friends to you and Namjoon for the longest time. They attended your wedding—although they were still ignoring their feelings for each other at that time—and were your go-to babysitters when you needed someone in a pinch. Eventually, spending so much time with your precious boys gave them so much baby fever, they decided to adopt.
Although adopting a pair of brothers hadn’t been even remotely in their plans, they hadn’t stood a chance as soon as they met Seokjin and Jungkook. As soon as the couple met the two boys, they were all they could talk about. The orphanage was honest with them about the chances of the two brothers staying together being low because of their age gap and Seokjin had been so caring and protective toward his baby brother, they couldn’t stand to see them part.
A year and a half later, the two have blended seamlessly into all of your lives.
“Why don’t you both go pick out some toys to play with Jungkook?” you suggested, attempting to redirect their energy into something other than yelling and jumping.
Jimin gasped. “Yes, yes! Taetae, let’s get Kookie’s favorites! The cars and-”
“The dolls!” Taehyung finished. The two’s voices faded as they left down the hallway to their room.
You took the opportunity to continue working on dinner while Namjoon cleaned up the living area as much as he could. Although you knew there would be no judgement about toys being strewn around, you didn’t exactly want your friends to trip as soon as they walked in.
It wasn’t long before they arrived, the doorbell ringing through the house also summoning your five-year-olds to come running down the hall.
Namjoon and yourself each held onto one of your children so they could enter without any obstacles, but once they saw Jungkook being carried in Yoongi’s arms, they wriggled their way out of your grip to greet their best friend.
Luckily, they had (mostly) made it into the doorway by then. Your boys knew their manners well enough to make sure to say hello to everyone, but rushed through their greetings, clearly excited to play with Jungkook. The four-year-old had also managed to worm his way out of Yoongi’s hold as well, and it wasn’t long before the three little ones were making their way down the hall.
“It’s almost like they don’t love us anymore,” Hoseok pouted as he neatly placed his shoes by the door.
“You know they’ll come back to play with us later,” Yoongi shrugged off.
After your own greetings, you went back into the kitchen to finish making the food while the rest of the boys sat in the living room to chat. It wasn’t long before Seokjin appeared in the doorway, shuffling his feet and looking hesitant.
“Hey, Seokjin,” you greeted with a smile, walking towards the young teen. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine, Aunt Y/n.” He not-so-subtly glanced toward where you were cooking, but didn’t say anything, avoiding eye contact.
Something you learned very quickly about the boy was that he had trouble asking for things that he wanted. You never asked about his past family, not wanting to invade his privacy, but that didn’t stop you from wondering if something had happened to make him so shy. When he opened up, he was a firecracker and his smile could light up a room. But it always took him some time to get to that point.
“Would you like to help?”
He finally met your gaze, eyes wide and hopeful. “Can I?” he hesitantly asked.
“Of course you can, sweetie.”
Back in the living room, it sounded like the three young ones already got tired of playing by themselves and decided to include your husband and friends in their playtime as well. The happy squeals of Jungkook being picked up by Namjoon, who was unsurprisingly dubbed the giant monster, and the subsequent yells of your twins to ‘Give him back!’ and recruiting the other two for help put a smile on your face.
Seokjin didn’t play with the little ones too much, which had initially worried you. Even with the seven-to-eight year age gap, you’d expected him to want to try to engage with them a little more. It didn’t take all too long to learn that he was a little more subdued, preferred to watch over the chaos and only enter when invited, rather than be a part of it.
This wasn’t the first time he had an interest to help you out in the kitchen—Namjoon would help if he wasn’t banned due to his clumsiness—and the teen’s presence was incredibly welcome. He seemed very comfortable in this kind of environment, and it made your motherly side very satisfied to give him a place to feel that. He may not be yours necessarily, but Yoongi and Hoseok were family, so of course Seokjin was as well.
Dinner and the rest of the night went just as it usually was when everyone was together. Lots of chatting, laughing, and fake arguments. After, everyone gathered in the living room with even more laughter and the beautiful sounds of giggles and sound effects of the kids playing. Eventually, even Seokjin got dragged in and rightfully so was given a role of protecting Jungkook in whatever fantasy scenario the twins were cooking up this time.
Before you knew it, it had gotten pretty late. It wasn’t the first time that everyone ended up staying the night, time having gotten away from all of you. It didn’t matter—as far as you were all concerned, everyone here was family no matter where they came from. Everyone was here now, and that was what mattered.
Putting the kids to sleep with smiles on their faces, your stomach and heart full, you felt nothing in the world could make you happier.
A/N: Ugh I could have done that better, especially the ending XD But oh well, it is what it is lol. I tried not to make it super long because I need to stop doing that lol.
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