(Y/N) POV:

"Dae Hyeonie stop running baby!" I say as I chase after the now toddling baby, who runs away with a joyous shout and excited giggles, head whipping over his shoulder to look at me with shining brown eyes, to see whether I give chase- laughing delightedly when he sees me running after him.

I laugh both fondly and exasperatedly at our two-year-old- at the way he's blossomed into that stage of teasing, toying, and playing with us, more than happy to indulge us with his mischievous tricks.

"Baby..." I whine as I continue darting after him, both amused and huffing exasperatedly at his antics- whilst he's cute and endearing and just a sweetheart, running around naked after his shower is something I didn't envision happening.

And just slightly the thought flashes to my mind on whether his young mind has somehow seen it happen with one of his dads- and if that is the case then it's time for a stern talking-to. I will not allow my son to think it's normal behaviour, best break the habit before it settles. This is after all the fourth time it's happened after I finish bathing him.

But then all of a sudden he stops, turning his wide curious doe eyes- head tilted as he examines me.

I stop at the sudden shift from playing to something else- leaning against the wall as I look down at our mischievous baby.

"Mama tired?" he says, cocking his head and padding forward, face alit with curiosity and a cute frowning pout tugging at his plump lips.

I wonder what makes him draw that conclusion. Is there something in my expression that gives me away?

But nonetheless the mischief slides off his face and an adorably, sweet caring expression replaces it and he pads over, arms lifted expectantly towards me as he comes to a stop in front of me.

I look down and drape the fluffy yellow towel around him, drying up the last trails of water on him, patting him dry before scooping him up into my arms. His arms wound their way tightly around my neck, securing himself and his legs around my chest, clambering onto me like a little monkey.

He peers down at my stomach, at the curved nature of it- eyes glinting with curiosity.

"Baby make mama tired?" he asks, leaning past my face to look down, an unreadable expression on his face.

I smile at the worry in his tone mingling in with that childish innocence, as if he's expecting the baby to pop up any second and wave, even though there's several months to go.

"Yes baby makes mama tired. This baby and this baby." I say gesturing first towards my stomach and then towards Dae-Hyeonie whose lips part with innocent horror.

"Baby bad." He says glaring down at my curved stomach now, eyes becoming damp and then he throws his head forward to nestle in the crook of my neck.

"Sorry mama." He mumbles pressing a kiss to my skin, snuggling in further when my arms tighten to hug him back.

"It's okay baby. Don't worry." I soothe, not wanting to see my baby upset over a comment I made in a half-teasing manner.

And he quickly quietens down, brightening up mere moments later- the quick change in his mood making me giggle with how he seems to reflect my fluctuating moods to. Like mother like son I guess.

And then Hobi oppa steps through the doorway, Yoongi oppa in tow both of them smiling as they peer at the two of us- expressions fond and loving.

"Morning kit." Hobi oppa says before leaning over to press a greeting kiss to my lips, humming happily when I melt into his touch. But the moment is interrupted too soon, too quickly when mere seconds later Dae Hyeonie's loud voice fills our ears.

"Stop kissing mama. Mama's kisses are for me." he says, face scrunched up cutely.

Hobi oppa steps away with an expression that's part disgruntled, part amused before turning to shower Dae Hyeonie's face with kisses.

"You can have them all then." He says between pecks, smiling as Dae Hyeonie splutters and giggles, trying to escape but being unable to.

Seizing the opportunity, Yoongi oppa quickly sidles up to me and turns my head towards him, meeting my lips in a slow, searing kiss that turns my legs to jelly and my heart to patter wildly when he coaxes my mouth open easily and delves his tongue in- taking the window of father and son playing to steal a kiss.

I whimper slightly into his mouth when his tongue swoops through my mouth in deep, long strokes- feeling sensitive and needy for him, for all of them- the insatiable need and want for them never abating, only mounting higher and higher the more time we spend together, the more moments we're together.

He parts our lips regrettably, eyes wanting and needing but knowledgeable because a second later Dae Hyeonie manages to escape and winds himself further around me.

"Dadas have to leave." He says firmly, looking down at his towelled self and then to his dads meaningfully. The message is clear- they can't see him change even though Hobi oppa teasingly grabs the end of the towel and pulls it.

But he just shrieks and pulls it back.

His shyness sometimes reminds me awfully of Kookie- this need to cover and hide at times, even though he's the most doted on, pampered baby. Not to mention we've all bathed him and changed him countless times.

But we all bend to the whims of our baby boy.

When we step through to the living room, Tae and Kookie are quick to pull Dae Hyeonie into their awaiting arms, fussing and cooing over him as they begin playing- eyes sparkling with the same amusement and joy our son radiates from having new toys to play with. Constantly spoiling him without him even needing to ask. If there's something they think he wants or needs, it soon finds its way into the house. I shake my head at them and then startle when a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Morning sweetheart." A deep voice greets, arms pulling me gently into a solid body. I smile, melting into the touch.

"Morning Joonie oppa." I say, a smile in my voice as I know without turning, without hearing which one of my soulmates have pulled me into a standing embrace.

"Feeling better this morning?" he asks, voice still deep and gruff from sleep- the rough timbre sending jolts of want dancing through my body, skin brushed with a rough tender caress.

"A bit." I reply, feeling like putty in his hands.

"Do you think you can manage breakfast?" he asks, the closeness of our bodies allowing me to feel the reverberations of his chest on my back.

And then Jinnie oppa steps in front, brushing a kiss across my lips and then my cheeks- feather-light but still sending burning need coursing through me,

"Try for me." he says softly, all whilst gathering my hands in his and leading me into the kitchen, Joonie oppa a constant comforting weight as he walks with me, never relinquishing his hold on me.

Yoongi oppa and Hobi oppa are seated, barely having made a start on breakfast and Minnie is on his way out, pecking my cheek in both greeting and goodbye. He has a morning class to run at the dance studio today. Hobi oppa has the afternoon one.

And he vanishes through the door just as the others gently nudge me towards a chair, sitting opposite the two of them- Joonie oppa on my right and Jinnie oppa on my left- sandwiching me between their warm bodies as they begin piling food onto my plate before eating themselves.

But breakfast is more than just eating.

It's a game I quickly learn.

A game where there hands graze ever so slightly against my exposed thighs- sending tingles to fan across from the points where the pad of their fingertips linger. A game where their light, easy affectionate gestures of feeding me includes a thumb pressing down on my lips and swiping across with a slow, deep intensity that makes my lips part automatically to the pressure and then another mouthful is snuck past those parted lips. A game where Jinnie oppa's hand starts with it's place on my knee and then during the course of eating slowly begins drawing circles into my skin, slowly edging higher and higher- in light, feathery touches that make all my attention, all my senses narrow down to that one point where his touch remains chaste and just then...his thumb slides to the inner skin of my thigh, still low enough to be chaste but extremely sensitive.

I gasp when Joonie oppa's hand rests at the base of my back- a heavy source of warmth that seeps through the thin t-shirt, scorching my skin and I yearn for it to be skin-to-skin for his hand to delve under the hem of my shirt and seek respite there.

But it doesn't mean I'm prepared for it when it happens, fingers toying with the hem before delving in cleanly, taking no time to settle on my back but the smile he shoots me is innocent and sweet- as if he's unaware of the effect their hands have on me.

Over the table I can see Hobi oppa and Yoongi oppa barely restrain grins, lips tugging up automatically and a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. And then I feel it. A jolt of sheer utter need rush through me, and my eyes trail slowly down to where Jinnie oppa has taken to gently massaging the soft inner skin of my thigh, fingers sinking into the soft skin- his eyes sparkle with intent.

They're playing dirty. It's two against one. But when I feel the heavy intense stares of our other two soulmates from across the table- I feel as if my skin is heating with the weight of their gazes, of the fiery promise in them. It's four against one. Unfair.

But I can't find myself complaining when Joonie oppa leans forward, lips shifting and moving as they brush against the shell of my ear.

"Eat up sweetheart. And then maybe we can have some playtime too." He says.

The words sink in. The implications of them. And my eyes dart back to Seokie and Yoongi oppa- where my mouth falls open with realisation. That this was all planned. They'd conspired against me from the beginning.

But I can't find it in me to complain.

Not when there's such sensual promise behind those deceiving lips.

TAE POV:

Utter betrayal. Years of loyalty and love and promises whispered to each other in intimacy gone. Thrown out the window. This is what backstabbing feels like. This is what how Julius Caesar felt when Brutus betrayed him.

I'm playing with Dae Hyeonie, Kookie's presence a comforting weight against my side as we play and create games for our son- basking in those rare mornings that we're all at home when we wake and the fact that I have both a soulmate and our son by my side. It's all perfect.

Perfect until those happy giggles and companionable silence of marvelling over our son is interrupted by a sudden commotion coming from the entrance that connects the kitchen and living room.

Through the doorway enter five. Four teasing, smirking excited hyungs and one very wound up, flushed (Y/N). It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the flush on her cheeks is from being teased and the look in her eyes is desire and want pooling heavily in them. There's no mistaking the way their hands rove and hover over each other- that magnetic urge to be together thick and heavy over them. There's no missing the desire that barrels through the bond, making Kookie turn up and face the door to- Dae Hyeonie and his cute babble forgotten in that moment.

Hobi hyung and Yoongi hyung shoot mischievous glinting eyes at us as they all herd around (Y/N) and usher her forward, quiet save for the heavy breathing they're all letting out- restrains on self-control slipping through lax fingers.

But when (Y/N) passes, my eyes catch onto the way she twists leaning towards Jin hyung, lips swollen and glistening and bitten to a rosy shade- a glimpse of what's passed and a teaser for what's to come. My own need starts to build and mount at the alluring sight, aching to join them but the quick pace with which they disappear out of the living room leaves me gawping at the doorway they've exited through.

Just as I can hear footsteps on the stairs, a high whimper slips out- thick and full of desire, full of need before it's muffled and the teasing voice of Joon hyung comes barely wafting through.

"Baby you need to keep quiet or Dae Hyeonie will hear." But there's also the slight panic in his voice, the genuine concern that our baby will look up in alarm and try to search for his mama.

And then the pattering of feet as they rush up.

But as fate has it, Dae Hyeonie does in fact look up in alarm, eyes roving around the room trying to search for the sound.

But Kookie, bless that angel of ours, turns our baby's attention to himself.

"Appa got an ouchie." He says, rubbing at his face but I can see the slight flush building on his cheeks and the nervousness in his eyes.

I could kiss him senseless for the way he's so easily jumping into the fray, distracting Dae Hyeonie and letting the others slip off for some fun. My hands itch to grab his face and capture those lips with mine.

But the universe seems to conspire against me.

Because it's not my hands but Dae Hyeonie's that reach out as he stands up, stopping in front of Kookie's nervous face and grabs his cheeks. It's Dae Hyeonie who lands a kiss on his dad's face, lips smacking against his.

"Kissies make it better Appa." He says, smiling proudly at Kookie who has all but melted for our baby, scooping him up into a hug-, pressing kisses to his squealing face.

And I think as I look to Dae Hyeonie.

Et tu brute?

(A LONG DUE CHAPTER COS I DIDN'T GET ROUND TO UPDATING- SO HERE'S SOME FLUFF, SOME STEAM AND LOVE ALL AROUND TO MAKE UP FOR IT! SORRY! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS MY LOVES! IT WAS HYUNG LINE TAG-TEAMING AGAINST (Y/N) COS THEY FIGURED LET'S DISTRACT HER, FEED HER AND THEN LOVE HER COS SHE DESERVES IT ALL! I ALSO DID WANT TO SHOW THAT SOMETIMES PARENTING GETS IN THE WAY OF INTIMACY, BUT THE BOYS AREN'T HAVING IT- THEY WERE NOT NEGLECTING THEIR EXPECTING SOULMATE! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE LOVES!)

DYNAMITE'S TEASER= RIP ME.

QUESTION...ONE OF THE WEIRDEST ENCOUNTERS YOU'VE HAD AT A STORE?

Mine is...I bent down to pick some bras off a rack and when I leaned back up I made eye-contact with this middle-aged man who was just staring at me. It was awfully weird and uncomfortable.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3