Peeking his head out of his bedroom door, the hooded male quickly and quietly made his way to the front door, grabbing his bag and phone on the way out. Quietly putting on his shoes, the male felt a small tug on his pant leg.

"W-where are tchu going daddy?" Looking down at the boy, the male picked him up from under his arms and held him on his hip.

"I'm going to school bud. Why don't you go back to bed, hm?" The boy shook his head, rubbing his eyes.

"Do you has to- to go?" Nodding his head, the male stroked the back of his head, playing with his small bed head.

"I do have to go. I'll be home soon though, okay?" Shaking his head, he looked into his father's eyes with his own watery ones.

"No go no go! Don't want daddy go!" Throwing a small tantrum, he began throwing his arms around. Cooing his 3 year old son, he pat his back rhythmically.

"Shh Jungmin-ah. Your sister is still sleeping. Remember when she woke you up when you were sleeping?" Nodding his head, he wiped his eyes.

"I-I grumpy aend u-upset. A-and daddy wasn't happy."

"That's right, Jungmin-ah. Now let's be quiet, right?"

Nodding his head, he looked down at his hands.

"C-can daddy stay l-little l-longer? P-please?"

"Of course. I'll stay until the babysitter gets here."

"B-babay s-stitter?" Smiling at the confused boy, Jungkook corrected him with a quiet voice.

"Namjoon-hyung is coming over."

"Joonie-hyung is come over?" 

"Yes he is." Booping the small boy on the nose, he put him back on the floor and sat down on the couch. Waddling over to the far wall of the living room, he pulled on a box of his toys, pulling it closer to where Jungkook sat, plopping himself onto the floor and peacefully played with his toys. Sitting up straight to get a better look of the clock, he realized that he still had half an hour before he had to leave for school. Standing up, leaving his bag on the couch, he went to the kitchen and pulled out a bag of oatmeal. Pouring the oats into two bowls, he then proceeded to pour some milk into one, putting it in the microwave. He grabbed a plastic cup from the cupboard and poured some milk into it. Grabbing an apple, he washed, peeled, and cut it into small slices, placing them on a plate.

"Jungmin-ah, did you brush your teeth yet?" Hearing the sounds of footsteps, he turned to see him standing at the entrance of the kitchen with his favourite lion stuffie in hand.

"No.." Swaying left and right, Jungmin had a tiny pout on his face.

"Do you want me to help you? Or do you want to be a big boy and do it yourself?"

"I do" running off, Jungkook smiled at the sight. Putting everything on the table, he went to the bathroom to see if Jungmin needed any help. Leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, he watched as the small boy stood on the stool, iron man toothbrush in his mouth as he brushed to the tiny two minute timer that rested on the counter.

"Remember to brush your tongue bud. You don't want smelly breath." Nodding, he stuck his tongue out and scrubbed on it, spitting soon after. Rinsing his mouth out with water, and splashing his face messily with water, Jungkook squat and took a soft face towel and wiped his face clean and dry.

"Good job buddy. Now it's time for breakfast." Picking up the lion from the floor, he handed it to Jungmin, picking him up and turning the lights off. 

Walking to the kitchen, he sat him down at the table and gave him the bowl of oatmeal, plate of apples, and his milk.

"What do you say?"

"T-twank tchu daddy!" Ruffling his son's messy hair, he went to make himself a cup of coffee.

"Your welcome." Pushing 'brew' on the coffee machine, he looked at the time. 'I have 20 minutes until I have to leave' nodding to himself, he took a quick sip of his coffee before putting it down and walking up the stairs to the twins' shared bedroom, quietly stepping into it. Seeing his daughter resting quietly made his heart melt, but knew she had to wake up soon.

"Minseon-ah, it's time to wake up." Patting her shoulder gently, he pulled the covers off her and picked her up, sitting her on his hip as the girl sleepily laid her head on her father's shoulder. Murmuring quietly, the small girl raised a small hand to her eyes, rubbing the crust and sleep out of them, letting out a small yawn in the process.

"Good morning~" continuing to murmur quietly, she adjusted her position in her fathers arms as Jungkook walked out of the bedroom.

"Good moning dada." Continuing to rub her eyes, Jungkook brought her to the bathroom to let her freshen up. Setting her gently on the ground, he walked back into the kitchen to prepare Minseon's breakfast. 

Putting the oatmeal into the microwave, he picked up his cup of coffee and took another sip. Turning back to Jungmin, he saw him happily munching on an apple slice, oatmeal half way finished. Grabbing the oatmeal from the microwave, he put it on the table with a spoon, filling another cup with milk, following with the other half of the cut apple. 

Hearing the sounds of footsteps, a more awake Minseon walked into the kitchen holding a bear under her arm. Picking her up, he placed her in her seat at the table.

"Thank tchu dada." Hearing the door bell ring, Jungkook made his way to the front door, opening it to a dimple faced college student.

"Hi Namjoon-hyung."

"Morning Kooks." Patting him on the shoulder, he took his shoes off and put them off to the side of the door, putting his bag on the floor in the living room. Jungkook and Namjoon made their way over to the kitchen, earning excited squeals from the two in the kitchen.

"Good mowniing Joonie-hyung/oppa!"

"Good morning Minseon and Jungmin. How are you today?"

"Goood!"

"That's good." Ruffling both heads of the 3 year olds, Jungkook drank the last of his coffee, placing the cup in the sink.

"Whatever's in the fridge is yours, if you need to go out for groceries or whatever, cash is in the drawer. Make sure they don't die."

"Of course. Now go off, don't want you late for school."

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Behave for Namjoon-hyung you two, I'll be home around 5. Love you both, I'll see you guys in the evening." Kissing both of them on their heads, he waved and walked to the living room, picking up his bag from the couch.

"Bye bye daddy/dada!! We wove tchu!!" Waving again, he put his shoes on and left the house, keys, phone, and wallet in hand.