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He pressed a finger against the glass, before his palm rested against the cool and clear surface. He raised the large trinket up into the air and watched as speckles of white swirled around and up, just before gravity took over and caused them to settle back onto the ground. Seokjin let out a, nearly invisible, sigh, his hands pulling the globe back up against his chest.
“Once upon a dream, someone held me safe and warm, all throughout a thunderstorm,” he sang, his eyes closed shut and his body swayed side to side; he remembered the soft touch of hands against his skin, followed by a faint deep chuckle that rung in his ears.
Seokjin felt a rush of many emotions and bit his lower lip in retaliation. He focused on taking deep breaths, allowed the storm within himself to blow over that left behind an empty peace that he found himself wishing would be disrupted; luck was on his side for not a moment later, his ears caught the sound of a pair of feet thumping against the wooden floor.
“Umma!”
A set of voices screamed and Seokjin found himself attacked by the twins, one on each leg, wrapped around and clinging like koala bears. He let out a wisp of a laugh, raised a hand against his mouth and stared at the two boys who peered up at him with dark and curious eyes; Seokjin could see the joy, the mirth and a hint of mischievousness behind them, he had his hands full. He lived for the two of them; they made it possible for him to awaken every morning and enabled him to focus on the present; Seokjin would be lost without Jimin and Taehyung. They were his shining sun, his little angels that he hoped would not grow up faster than they already were. He was not ready for either of them to leave him.
“Did you two enjoy your nap?”
He asked as leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss onto each of their foreheads and groomed their messy masses of hair to look somewhat presentable in the meantime. Both boys bounced their heads up and down, their hair moved along, and once again their heads became a tangled mess. Seokjin could only smile at the two as he straightened his back, both boys still clung tightly to his pants. He walked to the living room as he was, the twins quick to follow and only separated from him when he went to sit on the couch. Jimin clutched onto his umma’s pants and pulled himself onto the couch, threw his small form against his side and curled into a nearly perfect ball.
Taehyung wrapped his fingers onto the material of the couch and his umma’s wrist, using his umma’s leg as leverage to push himself onto the furniture before he pressed himself fully against Seokjin’s side. The male quickly wrapped an arm around both boys, pulled them impossibly closer and sighed; he would forever be content to have his twin’s at his side, coming to him for snuggles and affection. Jimin and Taehyung were everything to him, his world, his dream, his future; they were the reason he had not gone insane with worry, but he could still feel a loneliness inside, a longing for another’s warmth, sweet words and unfulfilled promises.
“Umma?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I miss Appa,” was whispered softly, he almost did not hear it.
Seokjin nearly chocked, forgot how to breathe, before he managed let out a shaken breath. He never did mind being called umma, never once had he felt himself be insulted by the term. He was often referred to as such by many people most of his life and he did not see it as belittling his masculinity in anyway. He was a man, yes, but he was a tender one rather than what society preferred most masculine men to be, hard, large and in a way, cruel. He preferred to live a much more, soft lifestyle and rejected any form of change when others pointed it out as a flaw. How could it be a flaw, when he and his twin’s father saw it as his charm? And how he missed him, the twin’s Appa, missed him so much.
“Me too, me too,” he whispered as he brought the boys against his chest, his fingers running over their nests of hair.
“And I am sure Appa misses both of you so very much,” he added with a smile as a tear threatened to form at the corner of his left eye.
“Appa misses Umma too,” Taehyung mumbled against his shirt and Seokjin could only chuckle brokenly and nuzzled both his boys.
“I am sure he does.”
The trio remained cuddled up together four a few long moments before both boys began to shift and squirm. Seokjin released both from his hold and turned on the television for the two to remain entertained as he prepared dinner. He gave a two one final glance; Taehyung had shifted until he and Jimin were nearly on top of each other, hands clutched together tightly as their faces and eyes were illuminated by the ever changing scenes from the television. Dinner was prepared without much fuss; it had surprised Seokjin, but he had assumed it was due to the twin’s reminder of their Appa. He and the boys had moved back into the living room, after the dishes were washed (both boys wanted to help, so he allowed them to dry the dishes with towels), they brought out the building blocks to play. The boys lasted two hours, Taehyung and Jimin being the princes who would save the princess, Seokjin, from the evil Dragon, a stuffed dragon that they had named Yoongi (in honor of their grumpy and lazy uncle).
Yoongi had died a total of 6 different times in six different ways by the time the twin’s were beginning to yawn. Seokjin had also given more than twelve kisses to his two heroes, both wanting to receive more kisses than the other. It took a promise of two bedtime stories to get Jimin and Taehyung to star cleaning, Seokjin making sure they did not miss a single piece before the boys rushed to the bathroom to clean their teeth. It was not long before the boys settled into their designated beds, a quick argument over which story would be read first (they did not even reach the second story), before the boys were out like a light. Seokjin gave both a kiss before he shut off the light and moved back into the hallway.
He came to a stop, eyed focused on the various picture frames that were hung up. He reached for the one, in which he and Namjoon were on a terrace with a sunset behind them that casted them in shadow as they they kissed, and pressed his lips against the cool glass, a stark reminder that his husband was not there with him. His hands curled into fists momentarily, before he was brought out of his inner turmoil by the sudden raps on the front door. His brows pinched towards the middle, confused as to who would show up so late to his home. He rationalized that it was perhaps Yoongi after a drunken night, but his thought were cut short when the door suddenly opened.
At the entryway, stood a bulk of a man, and Seokjin’s heart stopped. His entire body and mind froze before his hands rushed to slap themselves against his lips as he let out a sob. His feet moved without his realization and soon he was pressed up against the man, tears running down his cheeks. Arms wrapped around his body tightly and he was encased in a familiar warmth he had desperately longed for; he felt the other bury his face against his neck, kisses against his skin. Then, he heard him speak.
“I’m home.”