Seungmin swore his heart had never been this full.

Even with the faint smell of antiseptic hanging in the hospital room, and the beeping monitors occasionally reminding him that this wasn’t a dream, he felt like he was floating.

Just one hour ago, their lives had changed—completely. Irreversibly. Emotionally. Hilariously.

Because you and Seungmin had just met their twin sons. And of course the universe decided to make them chaos incarnate.

He sat at the edge of the hospital bed now, shirt rumpled, hair slightly sticking up from where you had tugged on it mid-contraction.

His tall frame hunched over slightly as he rocked gently in place, arms securely wrapped around a tiny bundle that was currently trying to bite his chin.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He whispered, nudging his nose against the squirmy newborn’s. “You’ve literally been alive for an hour. Where are you trying to go? Wall Street?”

A soft chuckle left him, despite the fact that the baby in his arms had just punched him in the lip. Again. Definitely your personality.

His members: Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin along STAYs would go mental and lose their shit in cuteness when they see his sons, especially STAYs, as they're the most eager to see the twins ever since your pregnancy.

Across the bed, sprawled out and clearly knocked out by both exhaustion and euphoria, you were half-dozing.

Your small mouth was parted just a little, messy hair fluffed up like a literal nest, and on your chest—snuggled up with zero intentions of moving—was their younger son.

A tiny, calm Seungmin. Literal Seungmin 2.0. The younger twin had snuggled deeper against your chest, lips slightly pursed in a calm pout. Like he was already judging the chaos from a distance.

Seungmin just stared at the peaceful scene. The way the baby barely moved, his little hands tucked close to his face, soft puffs of air escaping his lips as he dozed on top of his equally adorable mother.

His features were undoubtedly yours—but the kid didn’t move. Like. At all.

Meanwhile, the one Seungmin was holding? Had his own puppy features. Big expressive eyes, longer face, and a pout that looked permanently fixed. Seungmin saw himself instantly.

But the problem? The kid was already trying to escape Seungmin’s arms with the raw determination of a caffeinated toddler.

“You have some beef with me or something? I'm your Appa,” Seungmin whispered, rocking his older son again. “Because the way you’re kicking, you’re ready to run a marathon before we’ve even named you. You were just born hours ago.”

The older twin squawked.

“See? No one even insulted you and you're already pissed at the world. That’s just your personality." Seungmin huffed. "Just like your mom.”

So in short? The older twin, who got Seungmin's looks, has your personality. And the younger twin, who looks like you, has Seungmin's calm personality.

A soft sigh from you made Seungmin glance over. Your eyes had cracked open slightly, pupils hazy with exhaustion and twinkling with confusion.

"You awake? You passed out somewhere mid-pushing out the younger twin. The nurses and doctors all freaked out, along with me, when you passed out." Seungmin smiled. “Your older son’s trying to break out of my arms. Again.”