LITTLE KITTEN. ✔️ [editing]

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"Oh fuck!"

"Don't just stand there– fucking clean up the mess!"

"They're at the door Jin. With the kids! We can't ignore them!" Namjoon shrieked as he jumped down from the kitchen counter, wincing in pain as his ass cheeks stuck to the marble. "Look, I'll get our clothes and you clean up the kitchen. I'll tell them-"

"Hyungs? Where are you guys?" Jungkook's voice sounded.

Seokjin and Namjoon stared at each other with widened eyes as they had come to the realization that Jungkook had let himself in.

Namjoon gulped. He turned around and tiptoed to the doorway of the kitchen and slowly stuck his head out to inspect the living room to see Hyunwoo and Hyuntae sat on the couch, watching TV while Jungkook stood as he bounced Riyah in his hip, also watching the screen. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking between Jungkook and the children and the staircase.

"So? Can we get upstairs or not?" Seokjin spoke frantically.

Namjoon retracted his head and turned to face Seokjin. He couldn't help but allow his eyes to travel lower than Seokjin's face. His eyes trailed down to his abs— they weren't rock hard and painfully defined but they weren't exactly soft either. He had a strong, well defined v-line that made Namjoon drool at the sight and at touch, he grew hard immediately.

"Yeah... we can go upstairs." Namjoon mumbled as he lowered his gaze.

Seokjin huffed. He advanced to Namjoon and lightly hit the middle of his chest.

"Stop staring me down when we're actually in a crisis," Seokjin shifted his weight to his right foot. "We're done now anyways."

Namjoon looked up at Seokjin and looked him right in the eyes. He searched for any sign of heartache, or even regret. But he found nothing. All he received was a emotionless stare, that seemed to look pass him anyways. Namjoon sighed inwardly and looked away from Seokjin.

"I- I know..." He muttered.

"Great." He gave a sarcastic smile. "But we can't draw up those divorce papers if we can't even get out of our own fucking kitchen."

Namjoon stifled a laugh and turned away from Seokjin. It wasn't surprising when he felt a rough slap to his ass from Seokjin as he never did like when Namjoon dismissed him.

"Fucking think of something to get us out of this mess, big brain."

"Actually shut up Seokjin. You're not helping matters by being a dickhead."

"Oh," Seokjin called out which was quite loud compared to his other hushed words. "So now I'm being a dickhead? What about you? What makes you that much better than me when all you're doing is just standing there staring me down like you'll spread your legs wide open for me like a fucking whore."

Namjoon whipped his head around, eyes wide with shock and face red, due to his obvious embarrassment and prominent anger.

"Whore? Like a whore? You know what Seokjin? Fine! This is the exact reason we're getting divorced! All you do is a accuse everyone but yourself of being so damn shitty like you're the fucking reincarnation of Jesus! You're not godly for fucks sake! You're just like every other damned human being in this planet! Self-absorbed, deceitful and dishonest and- and hypocritical! You're no better than the rest of us!" Namjoon breathed heavily and closed his eyes as he dragged his large, strong hands down his face. "Fuck!"

As always after their arguments, silence dawned. The only thing that could be heard was Namjoon's excessive breathing.

"You- you're getting divorced?" A voice from whom they knew all to well questioned.

Both Seokjin and Namjoon jumped as they saw Jungkook stood in the doorway with confusion written across his face. He hadn't even seemed alarmed by the fact that they were naked— not that it looked like he had noticed anyways upon hearing the absurd news. If anything, this was the last thing Jungkook could've possibly imagined to happen. In fact, he could even imagine Seokjin and Namjoon being divorced.

He felt so small in a room oh so big. He felt as if he was child— their child who had just had the news that his parents were getting divorced. His breath hitched as he tried to comprehend the thought. His eyes darted around the kitchen walls and all he could see was the walls closing in on him, the water filling up the small tank as his head was being submerged in the coldest of waters.

"Jungkook-ah. Jungkook-ah." Seokjin called out as he took a few steps towards the man.

Jungkook's hand raised up to his chest as his breaths became more elaborate— more frequent and much shorter.

Namjoon was quick to grab ahold of Jungkook before he could fall to the floor. Namjoon had his arm around his waist, holding him up to the best of his ability.

"Oh my God— Joon uh come and uh- sit him down at the- at the dining table." Seokjin cluttered as he raced to pull out a chair for Jungkook.

Namjoon slowly walked him over to the table muttering, "It's okay Kook-ah. Focus on your breathing. Take deep breaths. Okay? You're okay darling."

He managed to sit Jungkook down on the wooden, cushioned chair and crouched down in front of him, hands rested on the sides of his cheeks to make sure he was facing him throughout his sudden panic attack.

"Good boy, good boy. Take deep breaths. It's okay Jungkook-ah. You're such a good boy." He repeated to him slowly.

Meanwhile, Seokjin had grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and twisted the lid off. He advanced to Jungkook and and leaned down to Jungkook. He raised the bottle to his lips, held the back of his head and tilted the bottle to give Jungkook sips of water to help him calm down.

He pulled the bottle away once he reckoned Jungkook had enough. "Better?"

Jungkook could only nod.

"Well done Koo. You're doing so well. Tell me your okay, use your words— I need to know that you're feeling even the slightest bit relaxed." Namjoon asked as his thumb brushes across Jungkook's left cheekbone.

"I'm- I'm okay." He spoke quietly.

He took a few more deep breaths before his breathing pattern became regular. Jungkook could feel his heart beat slowing down as it returned to its healthy amount of beats per minute.

During the time Jungkook took to adjust, Seokjin had quickly rushed upstairs to his and Namjoon's room where he grabbed an oversized shirt, boxers and Adidas sweatpants for himself and for Namjoon he took out a pair of loose fitting jeans, boxers and a black t-shirt. He raced back down the stairs to find Namjoon stood by the breakfast bar, hands rested on the edge as he looked down. Seokjin handed him his clothes and the quickly slipped into them before going back to Jungkook who seemed to be better now, but evidently far from okay.

"Darling, how about you speak to us? Tell us how you're feeling." Seokjin suggested.

Jungkook stared at Namjoon for a while before turning his head to Seokjin, his bottom lip quivering as he did so.

"Eomma, Appa— how- how could you?"