Seokjin's Pov:

"12345...12345..." I couldn't stop counting; I suppose I had been suffering from a lack of realization the whole time I was pregnant. I don't even know if that's a thing, but it is with me now. I have five kids. How did I wind up becoming a parent to five children?

I could not focus on any of them; I didn't even know who was who. The bands wrapped around their ankles were meant to assist me, but I couldn't tell who was who since they all seemed to be the same. They didn't even look like me. Even I had my doubts about whether or not they looked like Jungkook. They seemed to be from another planet. I think that as a parent, it is expected of me to state that they are cute, but that would be a lie.

They were not adorable in any way. Moreover, they were peeling. Jimin said that it was natural and that they were building a new layer of skin so that they could adapt to life outside of the womb. Because of him, I had five children, so I'm unsure whether I was meant to trust what he said.

It seemed that Hoseok agreed with him, although his kids did not look like mine. I could have been scammed. Because Jungkook had not yet arrived, I was left to handle everything by myself in this situation. I hope he can get some rest on the flight since he won't have any time to rest once he gets here. I have been up all night keeping guard in the nursery and watching our babies sleep as I do so. Jimin claimed they were alright, and the surrounding nurses continued doing their thing with them, but I had trust issues; I wanted to watch every movement.

I've seen a lot of shows, so I know what can go wrong. The next thing I know, I'm down from five to four. Then we receive a call asking for a ransom. I'll watch them until we leave or they join me in the same room. I will not leave them alone in this unfamiliar place with strangers.

"Jin as your doctor, I really recommend you get some rest. The babies will be fine. I am sure by the time you sleep and wake, Jungkook will be here."

No, thank you.

"Thanks, Jimin, but I am fine. I am trying to figure things out for my babies."

It was the truth, and I was working on figuring out how I was going to differentiate between the five of them. Until I get to know each of them well enough, I could maybe make sure they wear a particular color individually. As a matter of fact, that's what I am going to do, assign them each a color. Then I can dress them according to their assigned color and connect it with their legal name. This will help me as I get to know them.

"Jimin, can I have a notebook? I need to outline something."

It is now my responsibility to choose who will be given which color. I know Jungkook will not be happy about this, but as far as I'm concerned, it's none of my business. I wanted a method for distinguishing these butter beans from other beans, and I was going to create it. He can issue me an agreement on why he doesn't agree.

"Sure, I will be right back. I might not have a notebook, but a notepad, will that work?"

"As long as I can write, I am fine with whatever you bring, even your hand."

"You are funny."

If you think so.

When Jimin returned, I already had some of the colors sorted out in my head. I thanked him and accepted the notepad. Since I had been in the hospital, I couldn't help but feel horrible for him having to be on his feet continually. I advised him to relax, but he didn't want to, and I believe it was because of my husband that he didn't want to. Nevertheless, as someone who is aware of how difficult pregnancy can be, I want to give it another go. He needed to rest.

"Jimin, I beg you to just go and get some rest. It is quite annoying that you have not stopped moving since I arrived here. Both the babies and I are in good health. Your husband is probably out somewhere; you should get something to eat and spend some time with him. I would prefer to spend them by myself with my babies.

It was clear that he was unsure of what to do as he continued to gaze at me.

"Jimin, please understand that I am being serious. If you did not give me the required level of privacy, I don't believe my husband would be pleased with you."

I thought I heard him sigh as he said, "right, I am sorry, but please phone me if you need me."

I gave him a kind grin and nodded, then said, "Yes, I am aware, and I am grateful. I appreciate what you have done. If I need your help, I will contact you."

"Thank you, Seokjin." After making a small bow, he left the room.

It's possible that he was responsible for me having five, but in the last day and a half, he worked really hard. It is quite likely that I would not have been able to make it to the hospital if it were not for him.

I couldn't help but crack a smile as I made my way over to my butter beans and started glancing at the tags on them so that I could give them one of the chosen colors as their nickname.

First child was our son Dionysus. Jungkook loved that name. I didn't, but he won in the end. As I looked at my baby, I looked back at the chosen colors. I could definitely see him as Tan.

With that color checked off, I moved on to the next, which was our second baby boy, Ares, "hmm, I think I like Cyan for you." Cyan was one of my favorite colors.

Next were the girls, Eirene, who got Rose. Aura got Lilac, and Kore got Olive.

After reviewing my notes and looking over their names and the colors linked with them, I felt satisfied. After that, all that remained for me to do was shop for them according to their colors. It is now a regret of mine that I did not complete this task before sending Taehyung shopping. Perhaps a baby clothing store would be a better investment for me than a shopping mall. One that can design clothes to the customer's specifications since I want to have our children's names embroidered on the inside tags of the outfits they wear. Maybe their father knows someone who can make this happen, or we will just hire a designer that can be dedicated to them.

"Tan, Cyan, Rose, Lilac, and Olive." I smiled as I repeated their nicknames.

"What are those?"

When I heard his voice, I was taken aback and spun around as quickly as one could imagine. "you are here!"

It seemed as if the floodgates had broken because I suddenly found myself wiping away tears from my cheeks. I disliked myself for being such a mess, but I couldn't stop it since the assurance that I wasn't alone had come through.

When Jungkook approached me with a grin on his face, his arms wrapped around me, and his lips made their way to mine as he lifted me into the air.

I let out a shriek since it caught me off guard, and then I heard crying from behind us. I felt guilty for waking them.

"I love you so much," Jungkook said and released his hold on me as he moved to look at our babies.

"They are so cute and tiny; you were right."

Certainly right about them being tiny but definitely not cute. I am sure I did not tell him that.

When I heard him sniffle, I glanced at him to be sure I had understood what I had heard correctly. Indeed, he was shedding tears. What a big baby.

*****

Three months later...

I sat down in my home office and took a deep breath. I was tired even though it was only noon. Being a parent was like working two full-time jobs I never had. I now had a lot of respect for my parents and Hoseok. How Hoseok can be a teacher and a parent at the same time is beyond me.

After being home with the kids for two days, Jungkook got me to agree to hire two nannies and a maid. It took a while for us to meet people we both liked. My parents came to stay with us for a few weeks while we figured things out. They were a huge help. They had to go back home, which was too bad, but we were glad we had already chosen the three people we wanted to hire.

Jungkook put me in charge of the three of them and gave me an office next to his. This helped a lot, especially when I needed time to think by myself. I was busy all the time. The two babysitters and the maid were all there during the day. I finally gave in and hired a third nanny to help care for the kids at night. Jungkook and I tried to take care of the babies by ourselves at night, but it was hard, especially when all five of them were awake at the same time, which happened more often than one could imagine, and with Jungkook resuming travel, it was needed.

As soon as we had four people working for us around the house, I decided to bring on a fifth and, eventually, a sixth employee. However, they were not there daily; rather, they arrived during the week as necessary. As soon as I made up my mind that I wanted to grow fresh produce at our house, I sought the assistance of two professionals: one was a nutritionist, and the other was a gardener.

I was in charge of six people and had to take care of five babies. I had to make schedules for everyone, do online grocery shopping, make sure the babies ate when they were supposed to, assign their daily outfits, do their laundry, and buy clothes for them and my husband. I didn't have to do some of these things, but I didn't trust anyone else to do them. I rather wash my kids' clothes myself, and Jungkook helped when he was home. I also didn't want anyone to buy our groceries, and I didn't need help shopping because I was excellent at doing that myself.

Managing the payroll for our employees who worked from home was hard for me. I got in trouble a few times, and an accountant had to teach me how to fix my mistakes. It seems that giving bonuses to employees every week wasn't a common thing to do. Jungkook wanted to only do it once a year, so I had to ask for it to be done once a month. I did some research and found reasons why it would be better to do it once a month. I wanted to keep the wonderful people we already had. They looked after our kids and our house.

Jungkook couldn't argue with me about that, especially since he watched the cameras around the house more than he watched his work schedule. At this point, he could sign up to be a security officer.

I may have forgotten to say that I became his assistant for some work-related things. Some might say I fired his last assistant, but that's not entirely true. I can tell if someone wants my husband or just wants to do the job they were hired to do. So, I dealt with the situation in the right way.

In addition to everything else I was doing, I was slowly developing a plan for the baby store we wanted to open. Jungkook liked the idea, and we found a well-known fashion designer who would work on things just for us. But I think the agreement Jungkook sent them might make them think twice about telling us yes.

When the alarm on my phone went off, I had to jump out of my chair because it was almost time to feed the babies, and I needed to get their bottles ready so the nannies could feed them. I didn't let them make food for my kids. I liked doing it on my own better.