"Oh my God! Look who's here!", you heard a female voice say.

"Eomma!", Taehyung squealed loud.

He ran towards his mom and engulfed her in a hug. She pulled back and showered his face with kisses. The motherly love gave you flashbacks of memories. Abysmal memories to be specific. Not that you care about it anyway.

"She is Y/N, eomma. We have been together for almost 8 months now. She is pretty, isn't she?"

A tinge of red decorated the apples of your cheek. You looked down at your feet due to shyness.

"Of course," she began as she stepped towards you and caressed your cheeks. Her touch had a motherly warmth. It ran shivers through your spine.

You never felt so vulnerable for someone you met just now. Emotions swam through your mind. She embraced you. It was a tight hug, yet so delicate. She ran her palm over your back and soon comfort filled you like fluid fills an empty container. You inhaled her scent and tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

"Have you already forgotten me?"

You turned your head to see Jungkook pretending a sullen face and adorning a cute pout.

"How could I ever forget my baby?", she giggled and Jungkook ran towards her to embrace her.

"Eomma!", he whined and continued, "Don't call me baby now. You've got your grandkid, go call her baby."

"Sure." she shrugged.

"Wait," you interrupted, "Eomma? Aren't you a 'Jeon'?"

They all chuckled.

"Yes I'm." he began. "But how could I not call her Eomma, when she treats me like her son, huh?" he pulled back and kissed her forehead.

"Look at him, all grown up and mature." She looked up at him and poked his bicep, "Muscle pig."

He just grinned and showcased his bunny teeth.

"Come on, get in," she invited you all in the house.

The door had a huge frame. The insides of the house were chill. They had sansevierias planted at each side, which gave the house a modern touch. The wallpaper applied to the wall were the shades of brown, cream, and chocolate. It blended well and gave out a cozy feeling.

The living room was huge. It had a fireplace to heat the surrounding. The overall concept of their house gave you an Old English or European feeling. The sofa was not too soft nor too hard, just perfect.

A woman came out from the kitchen and offered you water. You smiled at her and accepted it. You looked at Taehyung as if asking him to introduce everyone.

"So, Y/N," he began, "she is Kyung-hee, our housemaid. But we all love her and she does too." he smiled.

"He is Jin-ho, Seok-jin hyung's son," he said pointing towards a small kid who was coloring something.

"Seok-jin Hyung is eldest of all. He works as an interior designer in Seoul but had come here, two weeks back."

Now you understood who was the artist behind this art; Taehyung's house.

"Namjoon Hyung will be back by evening along with Seok-jin Hyung. He works as a lawyer at SaeBae firm." he continued.

Exhausted due to traveling, you couldn't seem to register everything he said. His mother seemed to notice it and stopped Taehyung before he could go any further, "Hey, Taehyung-ah, why don't y'all freshen up a little first?"

"Yes, I'm really exhausted," you said.

"See told you," the elderly woman smiled at him.   

"Umm.." you hesitated to speak further but went ahead anyway, "so should I use the guest room or Tae's room?", you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt

"Wherever you want to. Just make yourself home here!" Kim Ji-young patted your back.

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"I'm glad you decided on living with me in my room," Taehyung stated, neatly folding the clothes and placing them in his wardrobe.

"Why'd I stay somewhere else when I can stay here," you referred to his bedroom, "in our room."

Taehyung chuckled when you referred to his room as 'our'.

"You claiming me is sexy," he smirked and made his way towards you.

Reaching you, he embraces you and pecked your forehead. Intertwining your hands he begins, "I love you, baby," his kisses descend and stopped when he reached your lips. "I cannot wait for the day when you become Kim Y/N, officially."

Wait–

Did he indirectly propose you to marry him? You could see it happen; a house and a yard, a patio similar to this one. Maybe a kitten to keep you company when Taehyung is not home. A huge sofa where you both would cuddle on weekend, the warmth of blankets enveloping you. A mini him sleeping in between both– no! He or she would have their separate room. You want no one between the both of you. A kitchen–

His lips molding with your snapped you back to reality. This felt homely. The kiss wasn't hurried or sloppy. It was passionate and full of love and adoration. There was no tongue, just your lips molding and fitting against each other's perfectly like they were made for each other.

It was then, a girl standing by the door frame caught your attention. When she noticed that you caught her eavesdropping on you, she just scoffed and left.

You don't think about the absurdity of it too much, couldn't even bother to anyway. Your brain is a scrambled mess of Taehyung's lips and his incandescent eyes. He holds so much love in them, you feel youserlf could drown in them.

"I love you," he says pecking you for one last time and leaves the room.

You are left there, standing and thinking. Who was that girl? Too many questions pop up in your mind, answers to which only Taehyung could possibly provide.

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"Could you pass me the rice?"

"Here you go," you passed rice to Jungkook.

The clattering of utensils did nothing to take your mind off the girl who was eavesdropping.

"Taehyung," you called his attention in sing a song way. "Who was that girl trying to peek in our room?", you continued further.

Now you were the cynosure in the room. All heads turned towards you.
You fed yourself a spoonful of rice not knowing what to speak further.

"Tell us more," Ji-young insisted.

"So, we were unpacking our bags and I saw a girl peeking in our room. When we made eye contact she just scoffed and left."

"That's interesting," Jungkook said, sipping on the glass of water. "What were you both doing?"

"Jungkook-ah, didn't she mention about unpacking the bags?", Ji-young said.

"Is something going on here?", you heard a weak and womanly voice asking.

Looking up, you find a pale woman wearing a loose yellow gown with a zipper on either side. You concluded she must be the new mother; Namjoon's wife.

She must have looked beautiful before the pregnancy, you thought.
Her skin was flawless, her figure was shapely, except for the weight she must have gained during pregnancy. But, that too looked good on her.

"Nothing much, wait– I remember telling you to not leave your room. You need to rest, darling."

Taehyung's mother was a sweetheart, just like him. From the moment you have stepped in, she has made it a point to shower you with lots of love and care. Even though it has been just a few hours, you feel like you belong to this place, this family. Comfort and warmth have seeped through your body. The cozy feeling is helping you to relax but at the same time, your memories of the past are reappearing.

Those abysmal memories, you wish you could lock them in a chest and bury them to the bedrock. You wished it would have been better. Part of it still looms over with you, affecting you and your personality. You don't know how to change it, but you are trying.

"Eomma, I was really bored and Jin-ri is already asleep. I fed her and now she enjoying in her dreamland."

You don't know but whatever she said, warmed your heart. You wanted this. A family whom you can show off.
A good one and not like the previous one, which you had to fake about.

She looked at you and smiled. Indeed, she was beautiful. Her tired smile was pretty too. Her button nose and big round eyes resembled those of the perfect anime girl. The dip of her waist had you questioning if you'd acquire it too when you deliver your baby. Or was she naturally blessed with it?

"I had sent your lunch in your room."

"I know Eommo-nim, I ate it. I'm here to meet up with our new family member," she declared, descending the stairs.

Blushed. If your facial reactions were compared to emoji, it would be your most used or most recent reaction.

Dinner was long forgotten, you were all sitting at the dining table, chit-chatting and reminiscing the golden memories of the past. Only if you had few, could you speak. His mother was sharing hilarious anecdotes of his childhood.

"Wait, wait," his mother managed to say between her laughter. "That's nothing. The next one's just on top of all." she laughed.

"So, once we had guests at our place," she began, "and Jungkook and Taehyung were playing in the backyard. I called them to fill the stuffing in dumplings. Exhausted by playing, Taehyung sipped on the first bottle of transparent liquid he saw. And guess what?", she tried to pique your interest.

"What?", you questioned, demanding the answer.

"The liquid he drank was vinegar. The bitter and sour taste seemed to burn his throat. He got scared and thought he would die. And this Jungkookie believed him. Both the boys made a mess telling everyone around that Taehyung drank a strange liquid and he is going to die. Teary eyes looked at me and said, 'Eomma, I love you but it's time to leave. God, it was so dramatic!"

You all cracked at this one. Imagining younger Tae and Jungkook, running around the house and telling weird kinds of stuff. One thing you knew for sure, your kin would be loved by these people and would have best of the childhood unlike you.

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Resting in your room, you had a sudden urge to go and see the baby. It was already late evening by now. The baby must have awakened too. Thinking about all the aspects your feet proceeded to the said room. The baby was in Namjoon and his wife's room, as it was too young.

While walking to their room, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. You turned behind to see no one. Again when you were walking, engrossed in your thoughts you bumped into someone. Your head hit someone's hard chest. You looked up to see Jungkook.

"Sorry," he said.

"Oh, yeah, it's okay."

You were going to walk again when his grip on your wrist stopped you from doing so.

"What?"

"Aren't you supposed to say sorry as well?"

You laughed at his immaturity.

"Kookie, are you being serious now?"

"Yes," he replied as his eyebrows creased.

"Fine. Sorry."

"Better."

When again you started walking, the ringing of the doorbell is what diverted your attention. You sighed in frustration and strode towards the main door.

Kyung-hee was already present there with three glasses of water, standing behind Ji-young. Ji-young opened the door and welcomed two tall and extremely handsome men, maybe older than you and a pretty woman.

"Hi Eommo-nim," she lady greeted Taehyung's mother and drank the water.

Whereas the two men walked straight to the couch, removed the coats, and sat. They looked like some hot, successful CEOs. Manspread and sweating a lot, they looked like full course meal.

The lady then spoke, "Hi! You must be Y/N, right?"

"Umm, yes."

She walked to you and embraced you.

"I'm Kim Ji-soo, Seok-jin's wife." she looked at Seokjin and smiled as he winked at her.

"Nice to meet you Unnie,"

"I would have told you not to call me Unnie, but it sounds sweet. So whatever you are comfortable with."

"I'll call you Unnie. I never had an elder sister."

"Sure." she stroked your cheek and sat beside Jin.

"So," Ji-young grabbed everyone's attention, "this is Y/N," she said walking towards you and draping her hand over your shoulder.

One of the men smiled at you, showcasing the prettiest dimples you've ever seen while the other smiled and winked at you. You felt weak in your knees.

"Hi, I'm Namjoon," he smiled and waved at you.

His dimple, God you were already a fan of his dimples. His taut chest and built arms were like added advantages.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," you waved and then looked at  Seokjin.

"Hi, I'm Seokjin, I'm the eldest of all," he smiled and winked at you again.

"Not gonna lie, but after few days you will surely question if he is the eldest or the youngest one." Ji-soo laughed.

"Hyung!" Taehyung exclaimed and ran towards Namjoon.

They both hugged each other tight and remained like that for a couple of minutes.

"Hi Taehyungie," Namjoon patted his back.

"Where is Jungkook?" Seokjin asked.

"Hyung, he was taking a shower. Till then you have me," he walked towards Seokjin and hugged him.

"How was Na-yeon today?"

"She was good. She looked pale, but that was given. The baby was fantastic. I don't think she cried except for once when she was hungry. She is a quiet child." Ji-young smiled.

"My baby girl is the best! Let me go and check on them."

"Hyung even we wanted to meet her." Taehyung was giddy with excitement.

"Jin Hyung!" Jungkook came and spanked Seok-jin's butt.

"Yaah, you brat, don't you know to behave yourself!"

"Okay, so let's ignore this old man here and go meet our niece?" Jungkook looked at both of you.

"Sure I'll check if they are decent," he said and left.

"Decent?", you asked Taehyung.

"Uhh, yes." He nodded in affirmation.

"What decent?" you asked.

Everyone looked at you, they were stunned to see your ignorance. Did you never have had an encounter with a baby or new mother?

"Uhh, I'll tell you on the way. Let's go," Taehyung gestured to you to move.

Jungkook avoided your gaze when you looked at him.

Are new mothers naked in their rooms? What does decent mean?
Many questions clogged your mind.

When the three of you were walking to Namjoon's room, you tugged Taehyung's shirt asking for an explanation.

"Later baby," he brushed it away.

You just frowned and walked.

"They are fine.  Even our baby is awake. Go, she would be amused to see new faces!" Namjoon ushered you into their room.

You were excited to see the baby. Anticipation was bubbling in you. The door opened and there you saw her. She was wrapped in a cloth, like a little bundle. The mother had swaddled the baby tightly and held her securely in her arms. Jin-ho was sitting beside her and cooing to the baby.

You went closer and watched the scene unfold. It warmed your heart. Jin-ho caressed the baby's cheeks. The baby had big round eyes, just like her mother. She looked alert. Her chubby cheeks swooned your heart.

"Here, hold her," Na-yeon offered.

"Me?", you questioned.

"Yess." She smiled.

You walked closer and slipped your one hand under the head and your other hand under her little torso.

"Support her neck, darling." Ji-young intervened.

You did so.

Lost in her eyes, you forgot everything. She was so beautiful. Her big, round eyes, curiously looked at you. You held her gaze. Then she started squirming and turning her head to check the surroundings and the new people.

Taehyung came closer to you and slipped his hand under yours to support her neck.

"She is so tiny!" You murmured.

"Yes, she is." Taehyung smoothed her soft baby hair.

This looks like a complete picture of the family. Taehyung Hyung, Y/N, and a small baby of their own. I'll move on.

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This chapter took me a long to write. I'm not really satisfied with this one, but yeah I've some sweet chills for the last part😌
Enjoy bubs!
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