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writing-abt-headspaces · 1 year ago

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Mishap At The Moth’s Studio (Part 3)

A/N: Just to make things clear… At first, it was supposed to be just age regression. But, I decided to turn it into a Classification AU. (You can probably tell already by the first chapter at what point I sloppily changed my mind.)

But also, so you’re not confused: Val and Velvette, don’t know what ‘Littles’ are and the whole classification thing. They were just lucky to be Neutrals, so it was never a problem for them to not know what it was to begin with. Vox on the other hand, has heard of it, but only recently did his research. But, he’s also a Neutral.

Just wanted to let you know, in case you get confused or (possibly offended 😓) if they start talking about Angel like he has a mental illness.

And AGAIN: Little!Angel will not be abused in this fic. (There might be a part where he gets hurt by accident, but it’s nothing major or disturbing.) But, the Vees (mostly just Val and Velvette) are not good at babysitting. They’re the kind of babysitters that would apply the “3 second rule” when feeding a baby after their apple slice falls to the ground.

⚠️BLOOD AND VIOLENCE WARNING!⚠️ (But, not from any of the four characters in this chapter.)

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Velvette let the two in, and Valentino carried Angel to a beanbag, and then face planted himself on the floor.

Valentino groaned, his voice muffled against the cold tiles. Everything in his body was immobile as he stayed laying face down on the floor, and not in the very sexy sense.

“s’ Miste Butte’fwy dead…?” The little spider asked, looking down at the moth while chewing on his thumb in worry.

Velvette rolled her eyes at the moth’s drama queen behavior. “Nah, he’s fine.” She dropped the bag of baby supplies on the floor next to the beanbag and walked closer to the ten foot bug on the ground, and lightly kicked his lower right arm. “Tino, get the fuck up.”

Valentino didn’t move. He only replied with another muffled whine, his face still kissing the floor.

Velvette sighed in exasperation, clearly running low on patience. “Tino, seriously. We don’t have time for your theatrics.”

Angel whimpered softly at seeing Valentino so unresponsive. “Pease, Miste Butte’fwy…”

Valentino let out a dramatic groan, finally rolling onto his back. “Fine, fine. I’m up. Happy now?” He slowly sat up, rubbing his face with his upper hands while using the lower ones to push himself off the floor.

“Ecstatic,” Velvette replied dryly. She then turned her attention to Angel, who was still nervously chewing on his thumb. “Alright, Itsy Bitsy, how about we find something fun for you to do?”

Angel nodded eagerly, a small smile spreading across his face. “O’tay! Fun!”

Valentino, now fully sitting up, looked at Velvette with a raised brow. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”

Velvette shrugged. “I don’t know, but we need to keep him entertained and calm. Any suggestions?”

Valentino thought for a moment, “Pequeño, what would keep you entertai—“ He turned to Angel only to find him missing from the beanbag, and sense something clumsily crawl passed him from behind.

Both he and Velvette, turned to find the hyper little spider, crawling towards Velvette’s work table.

“Pwetty dollies!” Angel giddily said, eyeing the two miniature mannequins on the table.

Velvette’s eyes widened in panic, then ran towards her desk to grab the mannequins just before Angels could get his hands on them. “Hey! No!”

Angel’s hand recoil from Velvette surprising him.

“These aren’t ‘dollies’! They’re mini-models of the outfits I’m currently designing!” Velvette held them close to her chest, refusing to the spider touch her work.

However, her anger disappeared and turned to panic as soon as she saw the little spider’s pink pupils expand and turn glossy. His lips quivering as he was ready to cry again.

“Hell no!” Valentino quickly scampered to his knees, and hurriedly went over to cover Angel’s mouth.

“Velvy…” The moth says in a pleading tone. “For the sake of both our eardrums, PLEASE let Angel play with at least one of your dolls!”

“They’re not dolls!”

“Not the fucking point!”

Velvette narrowed her eyes at the two men, before dropping her arms and groaning. “Ugh! Fine…”

She faced away from them, and looked between the two mini models, thinking. The one in her right hand was almost halfway done, the one in her left only had the first layer of her dress on.

She turns back and hands Angel the model in her left hand. “Here. Play with this one, and stay AWAY from the other ‘dolly’. Okay?”

Angel’s eyes lit up, and he aggressively bit Valentino’s hand away, resulting in the moth shrieking colorful spanish words, as he took his hand off Angel’s mouth, allowing the spider to grab the doll.

Angel hugged the doll, nuzzling it against his cheek as he giggled. He looked up at Velvette, “Tha’kou Velly!” He says, barely pronouncing the letter ‘V’.

“Yeah yeah… Wait.” Velvette’s face wrinkled, from mishearing the spider. “What did he just call me?”

“I think he was trying to call you ‘Velvy’, like I was. But, said ‘Velly’ instead.” Valentino said.

“Well, he can barely pronounce the V. It sounded like he said ‘Belly’.” Velvette retorted, cringing.

“Belly!” Angel enthusiastically repeated.

“Ew, no. Don’t call me that.” Velvette said covering her ears.

If Valentino had pupils, Velvette would see him rolling his eyes.

“Say ‘Vettie’ instead.” He told the spider.

“Betty!” Angel said.

“Better?” The moth dryly asked the woman.

“A little bit. But, whatever.” Velvette replied.

Valentino couldn't help but chuckle at Velvette's discomfort. “Alright. Any other problems you have with Angel?”

Velvette sighed, "Well, I’d like to keep him away from anything valuable or breakable. So, that rules out most of my work area."

“Noted.” Valentino lazily picks Angel up, walking back to the other side of the room and plops the spider back onto the beanbag.

Angel, still clutching the mini-model, noticed the plastic bag of baby supplies next to him. Curious, he moved the doll to his lower set of hands, and rummaged through the bag with his upper hands.

His eyes sparkled once more at what he found. He giggled as he pulled out a pacifier, immediately popping it into his mouth, and happily sucks on it, then moves back to playing with the doll.

Valentino sighed in relief, seeing the chaotic little spider quiet and content. “Well, that should keep his mouth shut for a while.”

Velvette rubbed her chin in thought, “Shouldn’t that be sterilized…?”

Valentino shrugged, “The worst he can get from an unsterilized dummy is a dirty mouth. And that’s nothing new.”

He turned to the pink haired woman, “Now what?”

Velvette sat down on top of her work table, rubbing her temples. “Now, we wait for Vox. He said he’d be here soon, right?”

“Yeah…” Valentino said, leaning against on the desk, using his two left arms to support his weight. He’d pull out his pipe, but knowing how incredibly sensitive Angel is to cursing and yelling at the moment, he’d rather not find out how the spider would react to him smoking. “But knowing Voxxy, ‘soon’ could mean anything from five minutes to five hours.”

Velvette groaned. “Great. Just great.”

“So, how long do you think this... condition will last?” She asked quietly, not taking her eyes off Angel.

Valentino shrugged. “No idea. Vox might know more about it, but for now, we just have to manage. Though, he did say something about ‘age regression’. Little headspace, and all that shit. But, I don’t really get it…”

He pulled out the chair from Velvette’s desk, and sat down. “I still think it had something to do with that one scene, he was filming with my newest hire. I told that amateur to exaggerate his thrusting and groaning to look more ‘beastly’. I didn’t tell him to scream in Angel’s face and hit his head against the fucking headboard.”

Velvette snorts, at the thought of it. She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, you're saying this whole mess is because your newbie overdid it?"

Valentino rubbed his eyelids, “I mean… Until we get a proper explanation, that’s what I want to believe. That this all happened because, some fuckhead unsexily hit Angel’s head."

"I’ll agree with you for now." Velvette said. "Vox better have a damn good idea, on how to snap him out of this ‘headspace’ thing, though…”

Valentino nodded. "I’ll see if I can reach Vox again and get an update.” He pulled out his phone and searched for Vox in his contacts.

The call connected. But before Valentino could speak, his phone started sparking and blue lightning streaks shot out his phone, causing the moth to shriek in a high pitch voice and drop the device.

The small electric bolt hits the ground and Vox appears in the room, standing right before the other two Vees.

“So, Val. Vel. What’s the status with Angel?"

Valentino quickly picked his phone back up, and glared at Vox before standing up and answering. “Angel’s quietly playing by himself right now,” he points at the occupied spider. “but we can’t keep this up forever. How do we fix the little bitch?"

Vox raised a brow at the moth. He was silent for a moment before responding. “Val, did you not understand everything I told you ealier?”

Valentino only blinked at him confused, before narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms as if telling him ‘I didn’t understand shit’.

The TV demon sighs, rubbing the part of his screen in between his eyes. He muttered under his breath, “Of course you fucking didn’t….”

He looks back up to Val and explains, “To make things more clear for you —Angel is a little, that’s his classification. And he is currently in his headspace, which sometimes happens because of trauma or stress. He probably regressed because he was stressed out or something. I take it, aside from the usual shit you pull on him, something else went down at the studio today, that was too much for even Angel this time?”

Velvette snorted again, “Well what do you know, Tino? It was because he ‘hit his head’.” She doubled over, trying to stifle her laugh.

“What?” Vox gave Valentino a questioning look.

Valentino’s face contorted in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “Yeah, well... Let’s just say one of my newbies took my words too literally, and hit Angel’s head against the headboard. Freaked the little twink out.”

He paused, for a moment to glance at Vox. And the look the TV demon gave him, showed he doesn’t believe that was the whole story.

The moth sighed, “Buuuut, it could be from the recent kink requests I accepted from viewers, that I didn’t warn him about before we started shooting. Hitting his head was probably just the last straw.”

Vox deadpanned but nodded. “That explains a lot. Knowing you, I’m honestly impressed he hasn’t broken down and regressed at the studio a lot sooner.”

Velvette, who had been listening halfheartedly, interjected. “Okay, Vox, but what do we do about it? How do we snap him out of it?”

“Snapping him out of it isn’t possible. That’s not how it works.” Vox replied. “From what I’ve gathered before coming here. Regressing isn’t something that can be controlled. He’ll come out of it naturally, but only IF he regresses properly. Stressing him further could make things worse. So, the only thing we can really do is take care of him. We can only hope that the better he feels, the quicker he’ll get out of his littlespace.”

“Great, more babysitting,” Valentino muttered under his breath.

“Consider it your hellish penance for letting things get this far, Val,” Vox shot back. “We gotta keep him away from any more triggers.”

“Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t give two shits about this. But because it happened here at the V Tower, to Angel Dust, a pornstar, out of all people —we can’t let any caregiver overlords know about this. We wouldn’t want anyone thinking Val was a ‘different kind of predator’ than in his animal roleplays.” The TV demon explains, using his fingers as quotations for the last bit. “That would ruin all of us.”

Valentino threw himself back on the chair, and pulled his hat down to his face to scream into.

Angel, finally looking up from the doll, noticed Vox. Smiling brightly, and crawled towards him. “TV man! Pway wif me?”

Vox forced his face expression to changed to look more appropriate, to the spider. “In a minute, kid. I’m talking with the other adults here, okay?”

Angel stubbornly puffed his cheeks at the answer. And that’s when Vox noticed the pacifier in his mouth.

He looked at Valentino and Velvette, while pointing at it. “You two did sterilize that thing, right?”

“….”

Vox sighed then lightly grabbed Angel by the cheeks. “Hey little sport, could you give me that for a second. I promise you’ll get it back.”

Angel wanted to protest, but decided to obey. This guy seemed nicer than Betty and Mr. Butte’fwy. Sure, he was still saying bad words, but he was the only person who didn’t yell at him or make him cry yet. So, he let the TV man squeeze his cheeks and make him spit out his pacifier.

Vox tosses the pacifier to Velvette, who caught it on reflex. “Take that and the baby bottles to the kitchen. We don’t have a sterilizer, so just use a pot. Ten minutes of boiling should be enough. Then come back here with a bottle of milk.” He told her.

Velvette flipped the TV demon off with an unamused face, before getting off the table to grab the bag and leave.

“Okay Angel… C’mere.” Vox called, as he reluctantly allowed the spider to crawl up into his arms. “Maybe letting you watch some cartoons would set you in a sleepy mood.”

He carries him to Velvette’s bed and sat down, placing the spider down on the pillows, and positioned himself in a way so that Angel can see his face.

The TV demon’s face disappeared from the screen, and a colorful video full of stuff toy-looking characters walking on two legs appeared, in its place.

“Ooh~ I didn’t know you could do that with your screen, Voxxy.” Valentino said as he strutted towards the two on the bed.

“I never planned on showing you, because I know you’ll come up with something disgusting for us to do in bed with it.” Vox retorted.

“Oh? You can still talk while playing videos on your face?” Valentino teasingly asked, amused. “What a shame… Here I thought, you would be a more tolerable movie partner this way~”

“You’re the one who kept replaying that one scene from 50 Shades of Hell, sixty-nine times!”

“Teddy!” Angel said as he pointed and tapped excitedly on the screen, at the green bear frolicking in the meadow while licking on an ice cream cone.

“Angel, my face isn’t a touch screen.” Vox said as calm as he could, gently grabbing the spider’s wrist to get him to stop.

Suddenly, another one of the characters, a blue moose, bumped into the bear knocking down his ice cream, and the mood changed entirely. He started growling, and his teeth got sharper, as he glared at the person who soured his mood.

Valentino was absentmindedly watching alongside the spider, until that scene came up. He raised a brow.

The moth isn’t sure why he bothered doing it, but as soon as he sensed something wasn’t right with this cartoon, he slowly brought all four of his hands in front of Angel’s face and covered his eyes.

“Huh?” Was the only thing Angel said, when his vision was blocked again.

Just as he expected, the bear chose violence. Picking up the fallen cone, he stabbed it into the moose’s eye, tackled him to the ground and chewed off his limbs with an even more cannibalistic vigor than a cannibal town folk.

“Voxxy, where the fuck did you get this from?” Valentino asked the TV demon, still not removing his hands from Angel’s eyes.

The video disappeared and Vox’s face returned, and he answered. “VoxTube…” he says rubbing the back of his neck, while thinking. “Uh… I think I need to fix the algorithm….”

“No shit.” The moth said, dropping his hands from Angel’s face.

Angel was only listening to bits of the conversation. Despite feeling upset he wasn’t able to watch the cute teddy bear, his eyes were starting to feel too heavy for him to complain. “Beddy time…”

Right in cue, Velvette finally returns with a full bottle in one hand, and a pacifier in the other. “Here’s his stupid dummy, and the fucking formula.”

Angel made grabby hands, when he saw the bottle. “Baba…!”

Velvette tossed the bottle to Vox, who caught it and gave it to Angel, guiding it to his mouth. The little spider laid back down on the pillows, as he sleepily drank away.

“Hey, don’t let him sleep on my bed!” The pink haired woman protested.

Vox waved her off. “Relax. I ordered a crib and told Papermint to have it set up in the spare room, down the hall. As soon as it’s set up, I’ll move him.”

“Why did you—“

“So, he doesn’t roll off.” Vox cut the moth off. “Being secured in a crib, means we don’t have to keep watching him while he sleeps.”

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Angel eventually fell asleep, snoring away on Velvette’s bed. Bottle finsihed and replaced with the pacifier.

Vox then finally received a call from Papermint, about the crib being ready.

“Crib’s good and ready.” Vox said to the other two.

“Good. Now get him out. I’ve shared my room long enough.” Velvette demanded.

The TV demon rolled his eyes before rolling up his sleeves, “Yeah yeah, calm down or whatever…” He scoops Angel up making sure to be gentle as to not wake him.

He carefully carries Angel towards the door, that Valentino opened for him, and tried to shuffle his way through the door sideways since it was too narrow to bring Angel through facing front.

However, despite that, Vox accidentally hits Angel’s head against the door frame. The impact knocking Angel out of his arms and onto the floor, still unconscious and snoring away as if nothing happened to him.

Vox froze in shock, staring at the ground where Angel was in horror.

“GAH!”

Valentino hovered a hand above the TV demon’s shoulder, “Vox, it’s fi—“

“AH!”

Velvette tried to speak up this time, “He’s fine! He’s still asleep—“

“AH!”

“Kids… Kids are hardheaded. Angel’s hardheaded! I would know, since—“ Valentino was cut off once more.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Vox gripped the sides of his head, still looking down at Angel with wide eyes and shrunken pupils, one of his eyes were swirling and his voice was buffering. Clearly not listening to what his business partners are saying.

Meanwhile, Angel curled up into a ball and giggled in his sleep. Surprisingly, being dropped and the yelling didn’t wake him up from what nice dream he was probably having.

“Tino, just pick him up. Vox is hysterical.”

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I’m sorry I had Vox drop Angel, but I don’t really expect them to be perfect all the way through lmao.

Don’t worry, if I don’t delay this idea, little Angel and big Angel will be benefiting from this, even more than he doesn’t think he will.

#angel dust agere #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #little angel dust #little!angel dust

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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The Birds And The Bees ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

GENRE: Non Idol Au, Family Au, fluffy,

PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope this is okay for you! I know we spoke about putting the two of your requests together so I hope I did this some justice for you sweetie!

Jae shook his head at his best friend as they walked up the long paved driveway to their house. Jae and his twin sister had been out all day at their friend's house, having lunch together while their parents were out. They were supposed to go straight home to bed but the twins decided to have a sleepover instead, inviting their best friends Kayla and Derek over.

"I told you, my parents aren't even home," Jae laughed as he looked to his twin sister who was telling her best friend the same thing. Their friends were worrying that their parents would find out and get them all in trouble. The twins weren't normally the ones to have a small get together when their parents weren't home but with you and Yoongi gone they had free roam of the huge house you all lived in. They figured it would be no harm in having a small sleepover, they normally have them under your supervision anyway so it didn't seem like a big deal.

"Where are they anyway?" Kayla asked as she threw her long blonde hair up into a ponytail, shifting her bag from one shoulder to the other. Ara rolled her eyes as she thought back and on what you and Yoongi had told her that morning.

"A romantic getaway, they haven't been spending enough time together." Jae couldn't help but fake a gag as his sister told them where they were and at the thought of his parents still being romantic together. You were always all over one another as if you were still two young teenagers in love, which is cute for the both of you but embarrassing and cringeworthy for both of your kids.

"You want to be careful you don't get another younger brother or sister," Derek joked as he shook his head at the thought. The twins stopped walking when they reached the front porch of their house and stared at their friends who were both laughing uncontrollably.

"What? What's so funny?" Ara questioned, raising her eyebrow as she looked at her best friend who was starting to turn red in the face from laughing so hard. Kayla covered her mouth to try and silence her giggles but it was hard when Ara seemed so innocent in comparison to everyone else in their academic year.

"Do you have any idea where babies come from?" Kayla questioned this time, looking between them both as they thought it over. The twins were 13, almost 14, of course, they knew where babies come from. They'd spoken to their parents about it plenty of times but never the full birds and the bee's talk.

"Our mum? When they spend a lot of time together...Then mum-" Jae stopped him from continuing on when he saw their friends laughing even harder at them, he could sense that what he thought happened was wrong. There was a pit growing in his stomach as he felt embarrassed in front of them Kayla could see how it was upsetting them so she stopped laughing.

"You guys should really ask about that sometime," Kayla told them as they all walked into the house, taking off their shoes and coats as they stared around the place in Awe. It didn't matter how many times they came here they would still be in shock as they saw how different it was from normal homes. It helped that Yoongi, the twins' father and your husband, worked as a huge music producer. He wasn't famous but he worked alongside a lot of famous influences which paid well. Then there was you, the twins' mother, you worked as a bridal fashion designer which meant you got to work from home most of the time and get paid to draw, model and design gowns for people.

The house wasn't huge but it was bigger than most family homes, the small porch area they were now standing in had high ceilings with a fake crystal chandelier hanging down above them. The whole of the house was painted white and had marble counters in the kitchens and bathrooms. All the floor lined with different coloured flooring panels, Ara always made the same joke that it looked as though her mum had created the place in a Sims game and their father paid to have it recreated.

"Do you want another sibling?" Derek asked as they began to walk through to the living room, the lights were dimmed lower which made Ara frown as she searched around for the dimmer switch. As soon as the lights turned onto the full mode a scream came from the sofa and Yoongi rushed to cover you. The two of you weren't indecent but you were making out on the sofa,

"MUM!" Ara screamed covering her eyes as she turned around to face away from the scene before her,

"DAD!" Jae yelled out following his sisters' actions, their friends both laughing as they turned around and covered their eyes.

"We're clothed kids, I just wasn't expecting you here," You told them disapprovingly as you moved away from Yoongi and looked at your daughter, she was avoiding all means of eye contact with you. That meant she knew she wasn't supposed to have friends over and was trying to avoid getting into trouble with you.

"You were supposed to come home-" You checked the time realising that both you and Yoongi should have called them before now but you'd both been so lost in one another to have noticed.

"Hours ago, I thought we said no sleepovers," Yoongi said as he was doing his best to stay mad at them but he knew that he did the same thing at their age so he couldn't be mad forever. Neither could you since you knew what it was like to be their age and have the house all to yourself,

"You were supposed to be on your 'romantic getaway'," Your daughter grumbled as they all walked further into the living room and sat down on each of their seats in the living room. They already knew they were in trouble but if they could keep their friends there for long enough you and Yoongi would cool down. You'd never shout or tell them off in front of company. Kayla sat down beside Ara on one of the two-seater sofa's and Ara was still turning a bright red at the thought of their friend's seeing all of this. Her parents acting as though they were kids,

"The hotel cancelled on us last minute. Double booked us," Yoongi mumbled as he looked at Jae who was sitting with Derek on the beanbags in the corner of the room. Derek was turning away whenever they meet their eyes, feeling slightly shy in front of you both now.

"Mr and Mrs Min..." Kayla said slowly as she looked at the both of you, ignoring the look she was getting from Ara. Ara knew what was going to get asked and she wasn't looking forward to it.

"Yes, darling?" You questioned, raising your eyebrow as she stared at you trying to gather the nerve to question you.

"How did you and Mr Min meet? We've always wondered but the twins won't tell us," It was the talk of the school, or rather their school year on how the two richest parents meet and what their story was.

"Well...We met in college, I hated him actually. He was so stuck up and cocky." You giggled at the thought of it and Yoongi wrapped his arm around your shoulder, drawing your body closer to him as he kissed your cheek.

It wasn't a huge deal now as it seemed back then, The twins' groaned at the sudden display of affection coming from you both, they hated whenever you would get like this around them. Poor Jae still believed that girls had cooties and that if he kissed one his teeth would fall out, they were so young and innocent that it made it hard for both you and Yoongi to tell them the truth.

"He was a player in college, never went out with the same person twice...Then one day he asked me out, I told him no and I guess-"

"The chase was fun," Yoongi cut you off as he looked at you. Love filled in his eyes as he looked at you, the same love he felt for you back then still there in his heart. There wasn't a day that went by when he didn't think about how much he adored every part of you, he would go through it all over again. Every second of college if it meant he could start your story all over again, back to that moment his eyes first landed on you. The first time his heart skipped a beat which it still did to this day.

"You had the twins right after getting married...Was there a reason you wanted them so early?" Derek asked this time, he seemed to be just as engrossed in this story as much as Kayla was which made Jae and Ara groan. They'd heard all of the stories so many times that they could recite them if they felt the need to but they didn't want to. The thought of their parents still acting as though they were young and in love was enough of a cringe experience for them.

"Well we discussed having a large family, we had to start early." You laughed softly as Yoongi lifted your hand to his lips and gave you a small gentle kiss,

"Do you want more?" The room fell into a deadly silence, all five pairs of eyes were on you as you thought about it.

"We do want more," You answered softly, looking at the twins' who had discussed the thought of having siblings but they'd never given it a real thought before.

"In the future maybe, depending on the twins and how they feel about it all," Yoongi answered as he rose to his feet.

"I'll drive you both home, you two go and do your homework," Yoongi told the twins as they nodded at him, walking their friends out of the house to say goodbye.

Later that night the twins were getting ready for bed while you and Yoongi cleaned up after the late dinner you'd had together,

"Mum?" You glanced over your shoulder at Jae who was looking at you shyly,

"We have questions." You stared from him to Yoongi as you could already sense where the conversation was going. You'd walked past the study when you heard the twins debating on who was going to ask where babies really came from,

"Sure, s-sit down." You stuttered out hoping that Yoongi would take over the conversation since he was supposed to have the talk with Jae while you were supposed to have the dreaded talk with Ara who was now walking into the room in her PJ's. Sitting beside her brother and waiting for him to pluck up the courage and question you both on it,

"What's on your-"

"Where do babies come from?!" It came out as a yell from Jae who was now sinking into his seat as you both looked at him and then to one another. Debating if you were ready to ruin their childhood and tell them the truth.

"They're going to find out soon, school teachers them a lot..." You whispered slowly as you held back the tears, the thought of your kids growing up so fast was bothering you. Taking in a deep breath you turned to look at your husband, his ears were burning a bright red and he nodded at you.

The twins had different reactions, your son was staring at his father with a disgusted look on his face, his mouth hanging open at the thought of it all. Your daughter was staring at the table as she tried to erase the image from her mind, neither of you had gone into detail about it because they were your kids and it would be wrong but you told them the basics of how babies were made.

"I think I'm going to need therapy." Your daughter whined as she shook her head as if it was somehow going to get the image of her parents together out of her head.

"I second that," Jae mumbled as he stared at his father who was finding the whole thing quite funny,

"Well there was no other way and it was a lot of fun doing it," Even you groaned at the crude way he was speaking in front of your kids, you playfully smacked his arm and got up from the table. Going to make a cup of hot chocolate for each of you as you got ready for bed that night. The twins grumbled as they got up from the chairs and agreed to one another that they would never look at you and Yoongi the same way again for as long as they would leave.

"So do you want siblings?" Yoongi chuckled as both of the twins rushed off to their rooms, ignoring Yoongi as he kept yelling the question out to them.

"They're no longer our babies," You whined out as you wrapped your arms around the back of Yoongi's neck and brought him down into a kiss, whining as he tried to pull away from you.

"We can make new babies," He smirked, reaching around and grabbing your ass but you slapped his chest with the teatowel.

"When we get a hotel room, I don't want to while the kids are home." You laughed softly, laying your head on Yoongi's chest as you both stood in silence together, swaying to no music but just enjoying being together with one another.

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