“Kim Namjoon.”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Run.”

Namjoon frowned. “What?”

Jin hit him with the nearest object he could put his hands on (the baking tray) and calmly repeated himself. “You have tainted my son’s innocence with your ersity. Run.”

Jungkook frowned at the scene, trying to understand why his daddy was hitting his appa (and using such big words). He pouted. “Daddy, Kookie wash not good?”

“No, baby,” Jin soothed. “Kookie was very good. Appa was bad, so bad that he needs a time out.”

He pointedly stared at Namjoon until he left the room, but not before taking his cookies and coffee.

“I thought it would be funny,” he grumbled.

“We need to have a serious discussion about what you think is appropriate for Jungkook.”

“Okay, mom.”

Namjoon got hit again, but this time with a flying oven mitt. 

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