(20) happiness & peace

                                    

                                          

"Sorry, hyung. Jimin was sick, so he didn’t go to school, and you know how Tae is—he refuses to go without Jimin." Hobi sighed, watching his son dash around the house, a red cloth tied around his neck as he pretended to be Superman.
Seokjin smiled as he looked at Taehyung. 
“It’s perfectly alright, Hobi,” he replied, taking a sip of his cold coffee. 
“It’s not alright. I’ve already called Yoongi to come and take care of his kids—I’m exhausted." Hobi said with exasperation, and Seokjin laughed at his frustration.
"Alright, Jimin, eat your food, and then I’ll give you some medicine,” Hobi said to his son, who was sprawled on the sofa, engrossed in his iPad.
“I don’t want to eat, Appa,” Jimin whined, his small fingers glued to the screen.
“Jimin, don’t test my patience,” Hobi warned, shooting him a look. But the boy didn’t listen.
Seokjin had asked Hobi to accompany him to the doctor because he wasn’t feeling well. Hobi initially agreed to come over, but Seokjin overheard that he was busy with his children and decided to visit their house instead.
“By the way, why do you need to see a doctor? Are you alright?” Hobi asked, settling onto the sofa next to his son.
“Yeah, I—” Seokjin was cut off by a sudden wave of nausea, and he quickly dashed to the nearby bathroom. Hobi followed him, worry evident in his eyes.
"Are you okay, hyung?" he asked as Seokjin splashed water on his face.
"Yeah, I’m fine," Seokjin replied, dabbing his face with a tissue.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Hobi asked with a wide grin.
Seokjin blushed, looking down at his hands before giving a shy nod. “I wanted to surprise Namjoon, so I didn’t tell him.”
"Alright, let me just give Jimin his medicine, then we can go." Hobi hurried over to his son.
“There’s no rush, Hobi—I’ve taken the day off for this,” Seokjin said, returning to sit on the sofa.
“Taehyung, stop running around; you’ll trip,” Hobi called, for what felt like the hundredth time. But the boy paid no heed.
“I won’t, Mumma—I’m going to fly because I’m a super–whoop!” Taehyung tripped over the long cloth draped around his neck. Seokjin immediately rushed over to him.
“I kept telling you to stop, and now look what happened. Don’t cry,” Hobi said, watching as little Taehyung clung to Seokjin, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Come on, Jimin, I’ll be really upset if you don’t eat this porridge right now,” Hobi said, pulling Jimin up by his arms and sitting him upright on the sofa.
“No, I want to play my game!” Jimin protested, trying to pull his hand from his father’s grip.
“Jimin, don’t test my patience,” Hobi scolded, tossing the iPad onto the other sofa.
“No! I won’t eat it—give me my iPad!” Jimin protested even louder.
“Oh, for goodness' sake,” Hobi closed his eyes in frustration. Seokjin couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, gently patting Taehyung, who was still sniffling as he clung to him.
“Jimin, come here this instant, or I’ll have to be really strict with you,” Hobi said, grabbing his hand again. Though he never resorted to physical punishment, a small threat seemed necessary as his patience was running thin.