Single Father • Namjoon + BTS!Kids

EXTRA: LISA

It was warm.

Not the temperature.

Her life.

It felt warmer, somehow. Like God had turned the thermostat up or something. But it was a pleasant warm, a warmth that made her tingle inside and out, a warmth that felt cozy and safe and like home.

Lisa was home.

Or at least, she was really really really close.

"Yes, yes, Jungkook looks adorable in that picture," Jaebum intoned lifelessly as Lisa held up (yet another) photo for him to admire.

"You're not even looking!" she protested. "And that isn't Jungkook, it's Taehyung!"

Jaebum looked over for a second and squinted before looking up at Lisa. "Are you sure?"

She sighed, exasperated, before plopping down in her chair and spinning a full rotation. "Yes, Jaebum, I'm pretty sure I know which one is Taehyung and which one is Jungkook."

"First off, they aren't my kids, and second, they aren't your kids either," he reminded her, turning back to his computer. "You don't even actually live with them."

Lisa glared at Jaebum's back. In the beginning, he'd been so quiet and nice and polite, if a little intimidating, but the longer they worked together (which they presumably always would, as they were known as the P-Squad, P for Paperwork, since they screwed up so many small legal technicalities that they did more paperwork to cover up for their mistakes than actual investigation), the more sass Jaebum gave her.

Probably because he was more comfortable around her now, but also quite possibly because she was always cramming photos of Namjoon's children down his throat, not that he paid much attention at all because she never let up.

Lisa was about to show Jaebum a picture of Jin in his last football game when she heard the iconic sound of booming laughter that managed to fill the entire station. "Hey, I think your roommate is here to pick you up," she said, all annoyance with Jaebum forgotten. Such was the magic power of that laugh.

Jaebum sighed before stretching his arms above his head and standing up, cracking his back twice and wincing. "You're in charge of the paperwork on the last case, you know that, right?"

"Right, right..." Lisa mumbled, already scrolling through her camera roll to see what other cute pictures she'd taken of the kids recently.

"And you know that it's due Monday, right?"

Lisa nodded, finding a picture of Jungkook doing a push-up with Taehyung sitting on his back, casually reading a book. "Mmh- MONDAY?" She looked up, blinking. "Nuh uh. No way."

"Yep," Jaebum said, already grabbing his stuff because he knew how Lisa got when they had to come in to work on Saturday afternoons: absolutely unproductive. "And it's your turn because I did it last time. And let me remind you that if you turn it in late - again - we'll be put on some stupid case like last time, stuck picking up dog shit in the community park to make the area safe for the public."

Lisa groaned, sending an anxious glance toward the thick manilla folder on her desk. "Well, how about you-"

"Nope," he immediately dismissed just as the source of the laughter appeared, grinning at Jaebum. "Hey, JaeJae."

"Hey, Jae," Youngjae said, smiling, and Lisa felt a bit of her anxiety disappear as an aura of happiness invaded the station. Youngjae and Jaebum were flatmates, and to save on gas and insurance, they shared a car, which made it Youngjae's responsibility to pick up Jaebum. "Hi, Lisa," Youngjae greeted, and Lisa smiled back, waving.