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Category: M/M
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi |
Suga/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V
Character: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin,
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park
Jimin (BTS)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Family, Supermom Jin, Embarrassing Namjoon,
Teenagers Jimin & Taehyung, Baby Jungkookie, Fluff and Humor,
Adoption!AU, Min Yoongi is the best boyfriend ever, and J-Hope is
the coolest person you'll ever meet, Underage Drinking
Stats: Published: 2015-09-15 Updated: 2016-10-29 Chapters: 28/? Words:
127017

Crazy Is Most Definitely Genetic

by CaliCocoa

Summary

family!au where Jimins just trying to survive high school, Taehyung keeps weirding
everyone out, Namjoon is an embarrassing dad, Jin is supermom, and Jungkookies just
along for the ride.

(now translated into spanish)

 the one where Jimin has a valid reason to wear snapbacks
Chapter Notes

This story is now translated into Spanish by the wonderful and talented cona_hyung:
Crazy Is Most Definitely Genetic in Spanish

See the end of the chapter for more notes

ChimChim!

An impatient sigh.

Jiminie!

The kitchen knife drops onto the counter with a clatter, carrots left forgotten. Footsteps near the
stairway to the second floor.

Jimin, if you dont answer me right this instant, so help me!

Jin mentally counts down from five, his patience wearing thinner as he goes.

Still no answer.

Deafening silence throughout the house.

1-

Coming, coming! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, Jimin repeats breathlessly as he hops down
the stairs two at a time to land in front of his mom. Whats up?

Jin purses his lips at the beaming smile on his sons face and resists the urge to affectionately ruffle
his hair under the ridiculous snapback hes taken to wearing for the past few months (Jiminie, I
can hardly see your handsome face under that thing, Mom, all the cool guys at school wear
them! If all the cool guys at your school jumped off a bridge, would you? Ugh, youre so
lame, Mom!).

Jin doesnt answer Jimins question, just drags the boy to the living room where it looks like a
tornado tore through. Jimin is very clearly Namjoons son if this mess is any indication.

Jimin chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact with his mom.
Sorry, Mom. Ill clean it up now.
Thats my good boy, Jin finally grins, patting Jimin on the back. Make sure this is clean before
dinner, yeah?

Jimin nods, running back upstairs, shouting over his shoulder, Just let me say bye to Suga!

Jin sighs and shakes his head. He swears that boy spends more time on Skype talking to his
boyfriend than he does talking to his own family. He returns to the kitchen, picking up his knife
and continues to chop vegetables for tonights dinner, scowling when the front door opens and
slams shut-

Taehyung, what have I told you about slamming doors?

My name is V!

Ill start calling you that when you stop slamming the front door! Jin calls back with an eye roll.
Taehyungs been insisting on being called V for weeks now. Whats wrong with the name
Taehyung, Jin cant even begin to fathom.

TaeTae!

ChimChim!

Jin groans at the telltale sounds of Jimin running down the stairs and tackling Taehyung to the
ground, one of the two knocking over the coatrack if the sound of wood cracking against the
hardwood flooring is any indication. What have I said about roughhousing inside? If either one
of your breaks another coatrack, Im taking it out of your allowances!

All sounds stop and Jimin pokes his head into the kitchen, We didnt break-

-the whole thing. Taehyung finishes, smiling guiltily. Just an arm busted off.

Jin levels the two with an unimpressed stare.

Ill get Suga to try and fix it the next time he comes over, Jimin offers, snatching a mushroom
from the cutting board.

Jimin, go clean up the living room. Jin tells him, ignoring his suggestion for the time being;
though hell probably take him up on it during Yoongis next visit to the Kim household if
Namjoon isnt able to fix the coatrack himself by then (which, Jin knows with 100% certainty, he
wont be able to). Taehyung-

V.

Whatever your name is, Jin says in exasperation, I know youve got a science project due
tomorrow. I dont wanna see you down here until its finished, young man.

Taehyung leaves the room with a huff, stomping his way upstairs. I know, I know, lifes so
tough, kiddo. Jin unsympathetically calls after him, watching Jimin steal another handful of
veggies out of the corner of his eye before disappearing into the living room.

Jin goes back to trying to get dinner ready, the only sounds to be heard are the occasional
nonsensical babbles coming from Jungkook in his high chair, the vacuum cleaner, and dinner
simmering on the stove behind him.

All is calm.

Its nice.

And it lasts four minutes.

Mom!

Mom!

Jin startles at the two shouts of his name, rushing to the living room first to find Jimin with his
head stuck underneath the coffee table, attached to the underside by a large glob of gum.

Mom!

Jin ignores Taehyung panicky screams for a moment to pull at Jimin, apologizing profusely when
his son cries in pain and clutches at his head.

Ah, Jimin! Jin frets, kneeling down beside the boy and inspecting his hair: the gum is tangled in
at the roots. What were you thinking? Silly boy, he mutters.

This is Taes fault! Jimin nearly wails, fingers scrabbling at his scalp that Jin bats away. You
know he sticks his gum under here!

Lets not blame anyone yet, Jin says, more focused on scraping at the gum attached to the table
with his nails until it falls from the coffee table, Jimin flopping onto the carpet in relief. Go into
the kitchen and keep an eye on Kookie, Jimin. Ill be back in a minute and well get that gum out,
okay?

Jimin scowls as his fingertips brush against the thick clump of hair fused with gum. Im gonna
kill Tae!

No threatening to kill your brother, Jimin; you know how I feel about that. Jin absently scolds
before running upstairs and into his middle sons room, stopping abruptly when he sees Taehyung
whimpering on his bed.

Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!

Jin stares at Taehyung. Uh

Hurry before it kills us all and takes over the world!

Jin blinks rapidly, scanning the room for a murderer or something. Anything, really.

The spider! Its right there! Taehyung points to a large, black spider lazily crawling over his
keyboard across the room. Jin stifles the laugh that threatens to burst from his mouth and grabs a
leaflet of paper from Taehyungs desk, coaxing the spider onto it before flicking it out of the open
window.

Ewwww! It touched my paper!

 Jin chuckles, then remembers Jimins predicament and runs back downstairs, surprised to see his
son as calm as ever, making sure dinner doesnt burn while simultaneously making silly faces at
Jungkook to keep him entertained. He walks up to Jimin and reaches above him, grabbing a
container of peanut butter from the cupboard. This should get the gum out.

Jimin pulls a face as his mom lathers peanut butter throughout his hair. What if it doesnt?

Jin sighs dramatically, working his fingers through Jimins hair, Then well just have to shave
your entire head, I suppose. He laughs loudly when Jimin shoots out of his reach and clasps his
hands over his head, bottom lip wobbling adorably. Im kidding, Jimin, now come back here. I
promise your hair will be fine.

Namjoons learnt to expect the unexpected in his own house. Living with his family, as insane as
they all are, has prepared him for all life has to offer.

Still

When he comes home from work he doesnt expect to see Jin rubbing peanut butter all over
Jimins head while Taehyung and Jungkook, whos secure in his older brothers arms, take turns
stealing said peanut butter off Jimins head to eat, giggling all the while.

Namjoon feels like the odd one out in this scenario so he steps into the kitchen and sticks his
finger in, too, pulling it out to lick at the peanut butter.

Namjoon! Youre as bad as them! Jin scolds, though he leans in for a kiss that Namjoon happily
gives.

Do I want to know why were eating off Jiminies head?

Jungkook giggles and makes grabby hands at his dad, peanut butter stuck to his chubby fingers.
Jin just shakes his head at Namjoons question, Probably not, no.

Itll grow back, Jimin,

Jimin glowers at his dad, tugging his snapback further down onto his head.

At least now you have a reason to wear those hats, Jin attempts to joke, smiling sadly when
Jimin still looks like hes going to burst into tears at any second. Your dads right, ChimChim;
itll grow back before you know it.

Easy for you to say, Jimin grouses, lifting his hat and showing the large jaggedly cut patch on
the top of his head, you dont look like a freak! Taehyung bursts into uncontrollable giggles at
the sight of Jimins hair and the boy slams his hat back onto his head. I hate everything.

Chapter End Notes

I didn't even mean to write this; honestly, it just kinda happened. But every fandom
can always use more cute, fluffy Family!AU's :D
 the one where Taehyung just might be in love
Chapter Notes

Gotta love weird/awkward Taehyung, right???

Jimin makes it a point to not bring friends home very often.

Because his family is embarrassing.

And crazy.

And Taehyung usually weirds people out before they get the chance to take their shoes off.

So when he, grudgingly, brings his dance partner home from school, hes nervous. J-Hopes a
cool guy and all Jimin wants is to be his friend.

His number one goal in life is to be cool.

A goal that, so far, hes failing at.

Badly.

So Jimins understandably cautious as he walks up the path to his home, surreptitiously checking
the yard for any sign of his brother doing something weird (like the time he set up a kimchi stand
instead of a lemonade stand). His dads car is in the driveway and Jimin makes a mental note to
not go near his dads studio.

He quietly opens the door, feeling every bit like a video game character when he pokes his head
in, much to J-Hopes confusion, and checks the houses immediate surroundings, deeming it clear
with a sigh of relief.

No Mom.

No Dad.

No Jungkook wobbling around the house on unsteady legs while Taehyung chases after him
pretending to be Kim Jong-un (who he maintains is scarier than any monster lurking in the
shadows).

Jimin laughs off J-Hopes curious gaze at his actions and invites the older boy inside, still wary of
one of his family members appearing and scaring the other boy off.

He curses his own brain for volunteering his house for a place to practice their dance routine.
What the hell was he thinking???

My rooms this way, Jimin says, pointing up the stairs and leading the way, his heart practically
seizing up when he gets to the top of the stairs and sees his dad standing outside Taehyungs
room, talking away to his brother as if hasnt got a care in the world.

As if hes not the biggest obstacle in the universe right now.

This is not good would be the understatement of the century.

Jimin has half a mind to grab onto J-Hopes arm and drag him back down the stairs, thus
appearing every bit the spaz most people at school think him to be, when J-Hope climbs past him,
You okay, Jimin? You look a little pale.

Jimin is definitely not okay. And if J-Hope knew what he was about to walk into, he wouldnt be
either.

Uh, yeah, Jimin weakly says, leading the way to his room, this way.

Maybe if hes quiet enough his dad and brother wont even notice him- unless, of course, J-Hope
ruins that plan by saying, loudly, You wanna work on that krumping bit? I think were off the
beat in the second verse.

Jiminie!

Jimin freezes like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and shoulders tense as he stares up at his dad,
forcing a smile onto his face. Heeeeyyy, Dad, didnt see you there. Were just gonna go to my
room now, soooo...

Whos your friend?

Oh, my God. J-Hope says, his eyes wide open and mouth slightly ajar. Jimin wouldve laughed
at the expression on the boys face at any other moment, but now hes just wondering why the hell
J-Hopes staring at his dad like hes some kind of messiah-

Oh, wait.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, shit.

You- Youre him! J-Hope excitedly says, gripping his dads hand and shaking it
enthusiastically. He looks at Jimin accusingly, You never told me that your dad was Rap
Monster! He turns back to Jimins dad, Im a huge fan, Mr. Monster!

A loud laugh is heard from inside Taehyungs room and Jimin can hear him wheezing out Mr.
Monster! over and over again.

Jimin watches as J-Hope flushes, Tae! Be nice! he practically begs. J-Hope is his key to
becoming popular and that sure as hell wont happen if hes humiliated in Jimins house.

Taehyungs still laughing when he appears in the doorjamb, eyes immediately zeroing on the new
kid in the hallway.

Huh.

Love at first sight? Definitely a real thing, Taehyung thinks with absolute conviction.

He pushes past his dad, ignoring the disapproving stare he gets at interrupting the twos
conversation, and plants himself in front of the new guy. Im V!

J-Hope takes a break from gushing and smiles at Taehyung, Names J-Hope.

Jimin watches with growing horror as his brother compliments J-Hopes legs of all things and asks
him if hes interested in watching a meteor shower with him later this week. Itll be at, like, four
in the morning, so Ill bring us a blanket and some pillows! We can watch it in the backyard if you
want.

And if that wasnt enough to convince J-Hope to spend the night with his weird brother, Jimin
cringes when Taehyung adds, Ive got a really nice telescope. Seriously, its pretty cool. We
might even get to see a UFO! You like aliens, right?

Oh, my God, Dad, make him stop! Jimin urgently whispers to his dad. Make him stop talking
now!

Taehyung, come on, lets leave your brother and his friend to whatever it is theyre gonna do.

Jimin sends a grateful look to his dad, dragging J-Hope to his room before Taehyung can get a
definite answer out of J-Hope for their picnic/meteor shower/alien encounter/date thing.

When the door to his bedroom closes behind them, Jimin breathes a sigh of relief. His clothes are
practically soaked through with sweat from interacting with his family and he looks at the other
boy, smiling apologetically.

Mooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm!

Jin merely raises an eyebrow at Taehyungs lamenting, his arms thrown dramatically over his
head, which Jungkook copies with a loud giggle.

Why didnt he answer me?"

Taehyung-

"V."

"Taehyung-"

Doesn't he wanna watch the meteor shower with me?

Tae-

Maybe he really doesnt like aliens, Taehyung muses out loud, gasping at the mere thought,
How could he not?! I dont know if this relationship will work if he doesnt like aliens, Mom.
Jin nods his head, tempted to point out that said relationship isn't actually real at this point in time,
but he could never do that- Taehyung looks so excited to have a crush on someone and Jin just
wants his son to be as happy as he can be, so he reassures the boy, "I'm sure he likes aliens, Tae."

"Right, of course, why wouldn't he?" Taehyung readily agrees.

Jin continues to listen to his sons newest crises while simultaneously trying to figure out why their
phone bill is nearly doubled this month. He interrupts his son halfway through a limerick he's
composing about this J-Hope boy's hips, Taehyung, have you been phoning other countries
again?

Taehyung waves off his moms question, Of course I have. I needed to know if the people in
Madagascar wore polka-dotted scarves in August and Google was being less than helpful.

Right. The likeliest of explanations.

And do they? Jin asks, mostly because if hes paying out the ass for this outrageous phone bill,
he might as well know the answer to Taehyungs odd curiosities.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, I couldnt get a straight answer outta the guy I was talking to. So, like,
maybe? Ill try again next week, Mom; well get an answer outta someone, I promise.

Jins about to go pay the bills in the den when Taehyung starts talking a mile a minute about this J-
Hope guy again-

Mom, hes tall! And he was wearing a purple jacket! Purple! I LOVE purple! You know that!

Jin half-listens to his son for a few more minutes, only slightly startled when Taehyung throws his
head back and shouts, COSMIC FORCES DONT FAIL ME NOW! J-HOPES HEART
WILL BE MINE! before leaving the kitchen with a determined look on his face.

A little too intense, there, Tae! Jin calls after him, running a hand through his hair. He turns to
stare at Jungkook, Your brothers crazy, kiddo.

AM NOT! is faintly heard from upstairs and Jin shakes his head in amusement.
 the one where Yoongi's a sap
Chapter Notes

you know those couples you see who are so in love and it's just sickening to watch
them? yeah, that's pretty much Yoongi and Jimin. get ready for the fluff, people!

Yoongi doesnt quite know what to think about this.

On the one hand, Jimin is staring adoringly at him (and Yoongi really likes that look on the
younger boys face). On the other hand, hes been fixing things all afternoon and hes not even
getting paid for it.

Did I mention Im not an electrician?"

Jimin nods his head.

And that this isnt even my house? Did I mention that, too?

Another nod.

Seriously, Jimin, why do you keep telling your parents Im good at fixing shit?

Because you are! Jimin says. Case in point: You fixed the coatrack again and the garbage
disposal.

Yoongi just rolls his eyes, flicking the switch on the lamp and thrusting it into Jimins hands when
it lights up. There, done.

Jimin grins, My moms gonna be so happy when he gets home! This is his favorite lamp.

Awesome. Yoongi deadpans with a yawn and Jimin grabs onto his hand, pulling him upstairs
and into his bedroom. Yoongi falls down onto Jimins bed, patting the spot beside him invitingly,
Come on, Sunshine; lay down with me before my taskmaster makes me fix something else.

Jimin hops onto the bed, cuddling into Yoongis side, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He sighs in
contentment when Yoongi wraps an arm around his waist, tugging him even closer. His breath
puffs onto Jimins cheek and he smiles, You are so cute, you know that?

Jimin blushes and sticks his tongue out. He runs a hand through Yoongis pink hair, I like this
color.

Yoongi laughs, It was for a bet, Jimin. Dont get used to it.

But I like it, Jimin pouts, trailing his hand down the side of Yoongis face to cup his jaw. He
leans closer and whispers, What if I want you to keep it pink, huh?

Youre gonna have to convince me, then, Yoongi muses, bringing Jimins hand to his lips and
kissing each individual finger.

A kiss?

Yoongi shrugs a shoulder, seemingly uninterested.

Two kisses?

Eh. I think Ill just dye it black again.

What else could you possibly want besides my kisses? Jimin whines, already picturing Yoongis
pink hair disappearing before his very eyes.

You know what I want, Sunshine.

Jimin scrunches his face in confusion, Uh

Yoongi stares into Jimins eyes, nodding his head when the younger boys eyes widen in
realization.

Youre such a loser, Jimin giggles. Seriously, you want me to nap with you? We do that all the
time.

Yoongi grins and nuzzles his face into Jimins neck, Mmm, but I love napping with you.

Weirdo.

You want the pink hair to stay a little longer? We nap together all day. Deal?

Jimin doesnt even hesitate to agree to Yoongis terms, pulling the covers over their bodies and
tangling his legs with his boyfriends. He closes his eyes and, despite the fact that he wasnt tired a
few minutes ago, the warmth from Yoongis body makes him sleepy.

Sweet dreams, Sunshine,

You ever think about our future?

Yoongi had once had a girlfriend whod asked him that exact same question. But hed never really
been a fan of planning out his future and that included thinking about where his current
relationships were going.

Needless to say, his girlfriend hadnt liked his answer of not really and they'd broken up that very
day.

Yoongis not the type to fall hard and fast for someone, preferring to err on the side of caution in
his relationships, but with Jimin- Damn, with Jimin everythings different.

Yoongi thinks about his future with Jimin all the fucking time. Hes pictured what their first
apartment will look like- how hed work two jobs just to be able to afford getting Jimin anything
his cute little ass wanted. He imagines that someday they might get a dog and Jiminll name it
something so ridiculous that Yoongill be embarrassed to call its name in public.
Of course hed rather die than admit to any of that shit because he doesnt want to scare Jimin
away with his intensity. So he just answers Jimins question with a lazy shrug.

Seriously, Yoongi, Jimin quietly needles him, cuddling closer to his boyfriend, you dont think
about whats gonna happen once you graduate?

I figured Id go to college.

Yeah, but where? Jimin asks. Have you thought of a place yet?

Yoongi has. Theres a local university that hes planned to enroll in- its only forty minutes from
downtown Seoul and he can live at home to save some money. But most importantly, its close to
Jimin. And, honestly, thats all that matters.

Not really. Yoongi says, eyes drooping shut once more, Maybe the local one? Theyve got
some music production courses that might be cool to take. I could probably get a basketball
scholarship, too.

Jimin nods, tracing random patterns along Yoongis arm with his fingertips.

Whats got you worried, Jimin?

This time its Jimins turn to shrug.

Sunshine, come on, Yoongi pokes Jimins cheek, smiling when the younger boy laughs. Tell
me whats up.

Its just- Im worried that once you graduate, you wont wanna date someone like me anymore,
Jimin hesitantly explains, Like, youll go off to college and meet all these new people- exciting
people who arent me and I cant compete with them-

Yoongi hushes Jimin with a kiss. When he pulls away he rolls his eyes, You think Im just gonna
trade you in for someone new?

It sounds stupid when you say it like that, Jimins words are muffled as he buries his head in
Yoongis neck.

It sounded stupid when you said it, too. Yoongi states matter-of-factly. Youre stuck with me,
sweetheart. Im gonna be around as long as youll let me.

Jimin smiles shyly, Forever?

Forever. Yoongi echoes.

Yoongis known Taehyung about as long as hes known Jimin, give or take a few weeks. He puts
up with the kids weird conversation topics (You know pineapples contain a special enzyme that
eats away at the flesh of your tongue?), weird behaviors, and general weirdness altogether.

Partly because Taehyung is Jimins brother.

But mostly because Taehyungs pretty funny and hanging out with him is never dull.

But this? This is just annoying.

Jimin, make him stop! Yoongi whines, burrowing further into the covers.

Jimin blearily opens his eyes and looks up at his brother- whos bouncing on the bed and
occasionally jumping on their legs, too. TaeTae, go away!

No can do, bro, Taehyung continues bouncing. I need Yoongis sage advice.

Yoongi groans and rips the covers off his head, If I help you, will you go away?

Of course! Now, Yoongi, do you know of an angel of a boy named J-Hope?

Were friends, yeah; why? Did he mess with you or something? Thats not really his style.

Jimin snickers, Tae likes him-

Yoongi props himself up on the bed with the headboard, frowning, You like J-Hope? Loud,
gangly, awkward J-Hope?

Perfect, handsome, funny J-Hope, Taehyung corrects wistfully, flopping down onto the bed and
nestling between Jimin and Yoongi. How do I get him to notice me?

Uh, be yourself? I dont know. Why the fuck are you asking me?

Because youre older, so you should have a wealth of information at your fingertips!

Seriously, kid, I wouldnt know the first thing about how to get J-Hope to notice you. Hes loud,
so, I dunno? Be loud around him?

Realizing Yoongi isnt helping. Like at all. Taehyung stares at his brother, Howd you get
Yoongi to notice you, ChimChim?

I didnt do anything, Tae. At Taehyungs look of disbelief, Jimin chuckles, Seriously, Yoongi
was the one who stalked me.

Yoongi splutters, E-Excuse me? I stalked you? You being serious right now?

Jimin ignores Yoongis outburst. After we first started dating, his friend Zico told me all about
how he used to follow me around at school.

Im gonna kill that asshole. I didnt stalk you. Yoongi mutters under his breath. At both Jimin
and Taehyungs inquisitive looks, Yoongi relents, Okay, fine, I mightve stalked you a little bit.

interlude: the part where Yoongis a stalker.

GO SUGA!

SHOOT IT!

Yoongi lets the ball leave his fingertips, watching it soar through the air as if its in slow motion,
nearing the net and finally dropping inside it, the swish all he needs to hear before shouting in
glee, jumping up and down with his teammates in celebration.

Alright, alright, bring it in!

Yoongi and the rest of his team jog over to Coach, taking a knee.

Just because you won a practice match against your own teammates doesnt mean youre good
enough for the championships yet. Im doubling practice-

A chorus of groans.

Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Before and after school. Dismissed.

Yoongi and the others jog to the locker room, changing back into their uniforms after showering.
He leaves his teammates and is on his way to his locker to get his stuff and head home for the day
until he sees him.

The guy literally stops Yoongi in his tracks as he passes by and laughs at something the boy
beside him says, both of them disappearing into the dance studio down the hall. Yoongi blinks a
few times, trying to clear the guys face from his mind, but it doesnt work. He can still see the
kids chubby cheeks, bright eyes, and full lips.

Yoongis always been a sucker for cute things. And, honestly, this kid takes the fucking cake
when it comes to being adorable.

Earth to Suga! Heeellllloooo?

Yoongi scowls as Zico snaps his fingers in front of his face, his eyes following the boys fingers
instead of his original target- who has now disappeared into the crowd. Zico frowns right back at
Yoongi, Dude, did you hear anything I just said?

No. Now go away. Yoongi weaves his way through the lunch crowd trying to find the cute guy
again.

Who the fuck are you looking for, man? Zico peers around Yoongis body, trying to follow his
line of sight.

None of your business. Yoongi bites out because, no, hes not about to bring attention to the
cute kid. He wants him all to himself, and though Yoongi knows, objectively, that Zico probably
wont be interested in competing with him for the guys affections, hed rather avoid that scenario
altogether. Dont you have somewhere else to be, man? Like, not here?

Fine, whatever, I can take a hint-

Not quickly enough. Yoongi mutters to himself, watching Zico disappear into the sea of
students flooding the cafeteria. He takes a moment to scan his surroundings, sighing when it looks
like the boy isnt around anymore. Yoongi growls out in annoyance and pushes a freshman out of
his way, stomping into the hallway, intent on finding a secluded spot to spend his lunch hour at.

Its when hes halfway done eating his sandwich that Yoongi gets the brilliant idea to become a
stalker. Or, well, in his mind hes not so much a stalker as an interested party. Its not uncommon
for students to watch the dance practices that go on after school and Yoongi could very well be
interested in dance.

You hate dance. J-Hope says, clearly puzzled at Yoongis arrival in the dance studio after
school. Whatre you doing here?

I dont hate dance, Yoongi defends, arms crossed over his chest. I just thought Id support a
friend, yknow?

Support a friend. J-Hope deadpans, frown deepening as if hes trying to solve the mystery of
Min Yoongi and the Curious Case of Appearing at Dance Practice Despite Hating Dance.
Whore you trying to fool? Come on, Suga, whyre you here?

Listen, I just wanna watch your stupid dance practice without getting interrogated, so go away.
Yoongi snaps, ignoring the way J-Hope glances between him and the other dancers. Shouldnt
you be popping and locking or some shit? J-Hope laughs, jogging back to the other dancers, but
Yoongi can feel his eyes on him every once and a while during the practice. Though, honestly, he
doesnt have much time to notice J-Hope staring at him when his entire mind, body, and soul are
focused on the kid with the hips and ass and thighs and everything dancing in the third row.

Yoongi goes to every practice they have for three weeks, until he gets too busy with schoolwork,
basketball practice and annoying friends who insist he spend time with them on a regular basis,
because, apparently, thats what friends do.

Hes in a shittier mood than usual and everyone notices. He snaps at anyone that even looks at
him the wrong way, gives clipped answers in class, and growls at more underclassmen than usual.
And its all because hes having Jimin withdrawals.

Jimin, the kid with the sinful body and stupidly adorable face. Jimin, the guy he cant stop
thinking about, and this is turning into a full blown obsession, and maybe hes going a little crazy.
Just a little.

For the love of God, just introduce yourself to him already! Zico whispers, scowling in disgust
at the way Yoongi stares at Jimin from across the library. Say Hi, Im Suga, Ive been stalking
you for about a month now and I was wondering if you wanted to get married?

I cant just introduce myself-

Because thats what normal humans do in this situation? Zico guesses with a dubious look.
Seriously, youre acting like a serial killer. Stop stalking the poor kid and ask him on a date!

Im not stalking him-

I bet you 15,000 won that you have his entire schedule memorized.
Yoongi rolls his eyes, Just because I know what classes he has-

And when they start. Zico mutters under his breath, And when they end.

Yoongi crosses his arms on the table and sets his head on them, puffing out a breath so his bangs
stop tickling at his eyes. I dont even know if hes single.

Jimins a loser. Zico plainly says, shrugging a shoulder at the heated glare he gets from Yoongi.
Suga, Im just saying what everyone knows. Hes always alone. Pretty sure sayin hes not
dating anyone is a safe bet.

But-

Zico sighs heavily, rolling his eyes, Im serious, man, either you ask him out or Im gonna do it
for you. Right now. Man the fuck up and ask this kid out!

Yoongi grits his teeth, steeling his nerves, and stands up from the table. He takes exactly two steps
forward and abruptly turns around, fleeing the library, much to Zicos annoyance.

So, uh, this guy- Zico, I think thats what his name was? He said he was your friend, and that
you wanted to talk to me?

Yoongi slams the door to his locker shut, nearly jumping out of his skin when he sees Jimin
casually leaning against the lockers, smiling innocently at him. And, fuck, this kid is way too cute
up close- seriously, Yoongi just wants to kiss his nose and buy him a cupcake or something.

Youre Min Yoongi, right? Jimins asking now, all uncertain and hes biting at his lip, and
goddamnit, Jimin, stop being so fucking endearing. Youre on the basketball team? Or is that not
you? Shit, Im such an idiot, sorry- God, Im sorry, I thought you were Min Yoongi. My bad-

Before Jimin can keep babbling away, Yoongi reaches out and places a hand on the kids arm,
silencing him. Chill, kid, Im Yoongi.

Oh, Jimin smiles brightly, you had me worried I had the wrong guy.

Before Yoongi has the chance to, no doubt awkwardly, ask Jimin out, J-Hope appears out of
fucking nowhere, here to ruin his life, as usual.

Yo, Suga! Finally decided to put the moves on Jimin, eh? About time, man.

Fuck off, Hoseok, Yoongi grunts, pushing the taller boy away. He turns to face Jimin again to
see the younger boy staring at him in shock. Listen-

You like me? Jimin interrupts with wide eyes, hands playing with the hem of his sweater. Like,
like me?

Yoongi cradles his head in his hands, wondering why the fuck hes even friends with J-Hope or
Zico; theyre both terrible people. Uh, yeah, I guess. He rubs the back of his neck with his right
hand, shrugging a shoulder, I mean, I might be interested in going on a date with you, or
whatever. If you wanted to, that is. Do- Do you?
Jimin shyly nods his head and later on in the day when Yoongi is walking Jimin to his class, hell
consider thanking both J-Hope and Zico for their interference in his love life, before ultimately
deciding against it; theyre both too full of themselves as it is.
 the one where Namjoon is not cut out to be Supermom
Chapter Notes

the family!AU continues with Namjoon-centric suffering :D

Jin, have you seen my glasses?

Namjoon raises an eyebrow at the glare he receives.

Jin-

He gets a shush this time from his husband.

Just a simple shake or nod of your head would suffice. Namjoon grouses, pursing his lips when
Jin sighs in annoyance and leaves their bedroom altogether; the phone call hes on apparently
more important than helping his own husband.

Guess Ill just blindly look for them on my own, then! Namjoon calls after him.

Its nearly midnight when Jin gets off the phone and comes back to their bedroom. Namjoons
already in bed, reading a book, his glasses now perched on his nose, and steadfastly ignoring Jin.

Youre as bad as the kids, you know that? Jin says as he settles into bed beside him. They cant
go two minutes without interrupting my phone calls, either.

Namjoon sticks his tongue out, further cementing the fact that his mental age is around ten years
old.

Anyway, that was my mom, Jin tells him, leaning his head on Namjoons shoulder to see what
hes reading, shes moving into her new place next week and I told her I would help her out for a
few days.

Namjoon hums, half listening.

Which means youll be alone with the kids, Namjoon.

Namjoon shuts his book, turning to face Jin, You sound apprehensive about leaving me alone
with them.

Not apprehensive, no just concerned.

You do realize that Ive looked after them before, right? I'm their dad, not some stranger.

Jin rolls his eyes, I know you can look after them, but next weeks going to be hectic. Jimins got
dance practice for his showcase thats coming up; Taes got the science fair to prepare for-

Namjoon holds his hands up, smiling, Jin, calm down; everythings gonna be fine. I can handle
it. At Jins dubious look, Namjoon kisses him, Ive got it covered. Dont worry so much,
Princess.

Jin scowls at the nickname, but sighs nonetheless, trusting Namjoon to take care of everything
while hes away.

The morning Jin leaves, Namjoon finds a list on his nightstand, scoffing while he reads it.

- Grocery shopping is only to be done with Jimin. DO NOT let Taehyung come; you will
lose him.
- Dont let Jimin do the laundry.
- Kookie hasnt been eating his vegetables lately- good luck getting him to eat them,
Namjoonie <3
- Taehyung wont eat his vegetables either. Dont bother trying to get him to eat them.
- Jimin isnt allowed to see Yoongi Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday this week because hes
grounded.

Namjoon glosses over the rest of the list (which is ridiculously long) and sets it back on the
nightstand. He wanders down the hallway and knocks on Jimins door, frowning when he hears
muffled voices coming from inside. Namjoon opens the door, sighing when he sees Yoongi in the
process of climbing out of Jimins window.

Good morning, Yoongi.

Yoongi pokes his head back in the window, cringing, Morning, Mr. Kim.

I assume you just popped in to say good morning to Jimin, right? You certainly werent here all
night, correct? Namjoon asks, eyes narrowed, though he fights the grin threatening to take over
his face when Jimin and Yoongi exchange panicked looks.

Oh, uh, yeah. I just came by a few minutes ago. Yoongi affirms, nodding his head. So, uh,
morning, Sunshine. Ill see you at school, yeah?

Jimin nods, waving goodbye as Yoongi shimmies out the window and into the large tree beside it,
dropping to the ground and beginning the walk back to his own house. I swear, Dad, he-

Well just keep this between us, alright, Jiminie? Namjoon smiles, pulling his son out into the
hallway and leading him to the kitchen, What your mom doesnt know wont kill him.

Awesome!

Now how about we start breakfast?

Jimin nods, grabbing two aprons and handing one to his dad, laughing when he puts it on. You
look good in ruffles, Dad.

I think your mom pulls them off better than I do, Namjoon argues, going into the fridge to get
some eggs. So you wanna tell me why youre grounded for part of the week?

Jimin starts frying eggs in a large pan. I didnt finish my chores. he says. But, Dad, there
wasnt time! I had dance practice, like, every day after school, and Yoongi had a basketball game,
and I couldnt miss that!
Surely not, Namjoon quietly agrees with a grin. Listen, kiddo, I know what its like to have a
boyfriend- At Jimins look of disbelief, Namjoon rolls his eyes, I wasnt always old and
married, you know. I did happen to date when I was your age.

Yeah, you dated Mom. That doesnt count.

It doesnt count? I beg to differ. Namjoon says, If I hadnt dated your mom, you wouldnt be
here, Jiminie.

Yeah, but-

Your mom and I were just like you and Yoongi, Namjoon takes the frying pan from Jimin and
flips the eggs. I used to skip out on school to visit him at his school-

You didnt go to the same school?

Nah, Mom told me he went to an all boys high school. Taehyung answers, sitting at the kitchen
table, his hair sticking up every which way and eyes still heavy with sleep. And that Dad used to
come visit him a ton.

Namjoon nods his head, pouring Taehyung a glass of orange juice. So I get that its hard to split
your time between whats important and what you want to do. But, Jimin, youve gotta realize that
when your mom asks you to do something, like your chores, you need to do what he says.

I know, but-

Otherwise, youre showing him a lack of respect.

Jimin bows his head, shoulders sagging. Right. Youre right, Dad. Ill apologize when he comes
back.

Thats my boy. Namjoon takes two plates out and sets them on the table, distributing the eggs
evenly for his sons. Ill be right back, boys. Dig in. I gotta get Kookie.

Jimin watches his dad leave the kitchen and stares at his brother, You think he realizes he left the
stove on? He gestures to where theres still a fire underneath the burner.

Taehyung gets up and turns it off. Were gonna have to keep a close eye on him this week.

Jimin nods. Agreed.

Taehyung, wheres your brother?

Taehyung shrugs a shoulder, seemingly more engrossed in his show than what his dads saying.
Which is absolutely true; his dad, try as he might, just isnt as interesting as Attack on Titan.
Which one?

Namjoon rolls his eyes, gesturing to a sleeping Jungkook in his arms, Jimin, Taehyung. I think I
know where Jungkook is.
Oh, yeah- Uh, hes got detention today.

Namjoon scrubs a hand over his face, And why does he have detention?

Dunno. Taehyung answers, grabbing a handful of chips and shoving them into his mouth.
Didnt ask him when I saw him before I left school.

Lovely. Namjoon mutters. Come on, Kookie, well just go to the grocery store alone, then,
wont we?

Taehyung perks up at that and spins around to face his dad, Can I come? I never get to go
grocery shopping with Mom!

Namjoon thinks back to the note on his nightstand.

DO NOT let Taehyung go grocery shopping

But, honestly, Namjoon would rather have Taehyungs company than go through the arduous
process of buying everything on his own. Whats the worst that could happen?

Jin is going to kill him. Slowly and methodically, and nobody will recognize his body after his
husband is done with it because hes lost Taehyung and Jin will never forgive him.

One minute the boy was at his side chatting away and the next Namjoons standing in the canned
foods aisle, wondering where his sons gone off to. He tries to remain calm, pushing the cart
through each aisle, absently listening to Jungkook name off the food products he recognizes.

Froot Loops!

Namjoon smiles, though its strained as he still hasnt seen Taehyung anywhere. Thats right,
Kookie. You like Froot Loops, right?

Jungkook nods, eyes seemingly scanning everything in the cereal aisle.

Hes sixteen, where would he go? Namjoon mutters to himself, stopping in the middle of the
aisle to collect his thoughts. Okay, kiddo, if you were sixteen where would you go?

Jungkook seems to be pondering his question and Namjoon patiently waits for a response,
knowing his son is just trying to come up with the right words.

Carousel.

Namjoon laughs and ruffles the boys thick hair, I dont think he went to the carousel outside the
store, Jungkook, but I think I know a little boy who wants to do that, right?

Jungkook doesnt answer, too preoccupied with trying to grab a jar of strawberry jam off the shelf,
and Namjoon returns his search for Taehyung.

He looks down every aisle, seeing no sign of his son and genuinely starts freaking out. Hes this
close to calling Jin and asking where Taehyung might go until he hears it:
Would Kim Namjoon please come to the customer service desk; we have your son. I repeat:
Would Kim Namjoon come to the customer service desk; we have your son.

Namjoons too relieved to feel embarrassed at the stares the other shoppers are giving him as he
rushes to the service desk, eyes immediately zeroing in on Taehyung. Taehyung! Where were
you?

Sir, we caught your son putting Mentos in soda bottles outside the store. Not only did he cause a
mess, he didnt pay for the supplies he took from the store.

Namjoon doesnt have a response for that. Honestly, whats he supposed to say? Hes not even
surprised to learn that his son was performing science experiments at the grocery store; hes more
thankful that he wont have to tell Jin that he lost their son.

It was in the name of science! Taehyung claims, arms crossed over his chest. I just wanted to
see if the results would be different with Coke versus Mountain Dew. And I was gonna pay for
the stuff I used. Obviously.

You caused a big mess, kid. the sales person tells Taehyung and Namjoon just reaches into his
wallet, handing over a few bills and apologizing before dragging Taehyung away.

Dad, before you get mad-

Too late. Namjoon rubs at his temples, What were you thinking, Tae? Why didnt you just
wait until we got home?

Taehyung shrugs, I dunno. The stuff was here and I didnt really think about the consequences, I
guess.

Like the consequences of shoplifting?

I was gonna pay for it! Taehyung maintains. I know stealings wrong. I figured if I was still on
the stores property it would be fine.

Namjoon sighs, Alright, new rule: no leaving the store without paying for things. And no science
experiments in public, you got it?

I got it, yeah. Taehyung mumbles, scuffing his shoes against the floor. I didnt mean to get into
trouble. He nervously looks at his dad, Are you gonna tell Mom about this?

Namjoon really should, because he and Jin dont have any secrets from each other, but this time?
I wont tell your mom, kiddo. But you gotta promise me you wont run off again.

Taehyung grins widely, hugging his dad, Thank you! I promise! Youre the best, Dad!

Namjoon looks down at Jungkook, Hear that, Kookie? Im the best.

Daddy best?

Taehyung pinches Jungkooks cheek, You got that right, Kookie.

*
DAD!

Namjoon groans loudly as looks at the clock on the nightstand: 6:20 AM.

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDD!

Namjoon hauls himself out of bed, blearily reaching for a shirt and slipping it on as he stumbles
into the hall. He is not a morning person and Jimin knows that.

He trips a few times going down the stairs and winds up in the kitchen to see Jimin tearing apart
the fridge.

DAAAAAA-

Namjoon winces at the volume. He taps his son on the shoulder, Right behind you.

Jimin pulls his head out of the fridge and anxiously looks at his dad, Where is it?

Wheres what?

Whatever you baked, Jimin answers, going back to the fridge. I cant find anything, Dad!

Namjoon isnt sure if its just the early hour thats making him so confused or his own stupidity,
but he has absolutely no idea what Jimins talking about. As if he senses his dads confusion,
Jimin turns back to him and says, Dad, please tell me you baked something for Suga.

Namjoon yawns, holding up a finger, and disappearing back upstairs. He finds the list on the
nightstand and puts his glasses on, reading through the thing before he finds it:

- Dont forget to make something for Yoongis birthday! His moms working the late shift at
the hospital that night and I already told her wed take care of a birthday dinner and cake
(or cookies, whatever you feel comfortable baking, Namjoonie) for Yoongi :)

Ah.

All right, then.

This should be interesting.

He goes back to the kitchen and pulls Jimin out of the fridge, closing the door. I havent baked
anything yet, Jiminie-

Dad, I wanted to give Yoongi something at lunch!

Jimin, I didnt even realize I was supposed to bake anything until about thirty seconds ago.
Namjoon tiredly tells him. Grab some money from my wallet- you can buy him lunch, yeah?

Jimin deflates at his dads words, but nods, Yeah, okay. I guess. I wanted to give him something
homemade, though.

I promise Ill make dinner and a cake for him, Jiminie. Go get ready for school and stop
worrying- everythingll be fine.
*

Namjoon soon learns that not only does he have to make a birthday cake and dinner for Yoongi,
hes also gotta do the laundry (his first indication of that is that Taehyungs been wearing the same
shirt the past three days in a row); pick up the mail; remember to pay the bills; change the
lightbulbs in the living room (how its possible they all burnt out at the same time, Namjoon will
never know); and pick up Jimin and Taehyungs new glasses from the optometrist's office
(unfortunately, his sons have both been cursed with as poor of eyesight as Namjoon and Jin).

How the fuck Jin does all this kind of stuff every day while Namjoon's at work is a mystery. The
man is a goddamn superhero because Namjoon barely manages to get home before the kids, with
take out from Yoongis favorite pizza joint and a cake from the nearest bakery (dont judge him,
he cant cook or bake).

The night goes off without a hitch, though, and Yoongi is smiling, which means Jimin is ecstatic
and Namjoons just happy the kids birthday is being spent with people that care about him and
not home alone.

When Jin comes home on Saturday, Namjoons got bags under his eyes and he feels like hes
been running a goddamn marathon all week. He doesnt even try to pretend that the house isnt a
disaster zone: therere dishes piled high in the sink; the bathrooms havent been cleaned all week;
the white laundrys now pink (Namjoon mistakenly forgot about the list and let Jimin do the
laundry); and Namjoon mayve smashed the TV the other night with the Wii remote while playing
with Taehyung.

You look tired, sweetie, Jin tells him, patting his cheek mockingly. Were the kids too much for
you?

Namjoon just smiles and wraps his husband in his arms, murmuring into his ear, You are
Supermom, you know that?

Jin pulls back and laughs, I am, am I?

I dont know how you look after everything, Princess, but Im grateful you do. Namjoon kisses
him, laughing at the twin looks of disgust on his sons faces. Next time you leave, were coming
with you.
 OPERATION: HOPE aka get Taehyung a date for the spring formal
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Run that by me again?

Jimin points at the flyer stuck to the corkboard in his bedroom that advertises the upcoming Spring
Formal, Thats our deadline; the Spring Formal.

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth, See, this is where Im still
confused. He stares at Jimin, Because I dont remember signing up for this little mission of
yours.

Youre dating me. Jimin explains with a shrug, Which means you automatically get roped into
my plans. You should know that by now, Suga.

If Yoongi had a stronger will he might be able to say no to Jimin. As it is, the kids pout gets to
him every time and he caves within the first ten minutes of Jimins begging. And thats how he
winds up becoming a goddamn interrogator (sort of).

Any movies playing that you wouldnt mind seeing?

Hoseok shrugs a shoulder, grabbing the salt shaker and tipping some into his soup, Not really.

Okay, what about bowling or something? Sound fun?

Eh.

Yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes at Hoseoks less than helpful answers. Theyre eating
dinner at a caf thats just down the street from Jimins house and Yoongi promised his boyfriend
hed bring him back some useful info. But after ten minutes of talking and getting nothing but
useless answers from Hoseok, Yoongi gives up on the original plan.

J-Hope, youre killing me here. Just tell me what kind of fucking date you wanna go on.

Hoseok stops the spoon about halfway to his lips and sets it back into his bowl, laughing
nervously and looking so uncomfortable that Yoongis surprised he hasnt bolted from the
restaurant yet. Suga, listen, man, I like you as a friend and everything, but-

Yoongi pulls a face, I dont wanna date you, you idiot. Im finding this shit out for a friend.

Wait, wait, wait! Hoseok holds his hands up. Someone wanted you to find out what kind of
date I wanted to go on? Why didnt they just ask me themselves?

Because you rejected their first offer, Yoongi tells him. Its Kim Taehyung.

Hoseok frowns and bites at his lip as if hes trying to remember if hes ever met Taehyung.
Yoongis not really sure how one would forget meeting Kim Taehyung (Yoongis own first
encounter with the kid involved being tackled to the ground and having to answer a riddle before
he was let up), but apparently Hoseok doesnt remember, which is fine because Yoongi was told
all about it and can absolutely refresh his memory.
Apparently he asked you to watch a shooting star with him or something? I dont know,
whatever, doesnt matter. Point is-

Oh that guy, Jimins brother, yeah I remember him. Hoseok nods his head. He, uh- He came
on a little strong.

Yeah, that sounds about right. Yoongi mumbles under his breath. He sighs, Listen,
Taehyungs a good kid; I mean, hes weird-

Hoseok shrugs, I didnt think he was weird-

Seriously? Yoongi frowns and raises an eyebrow, Everyone thinks hes weird. Because he is.
Like, super weird.

I thought he was charming. He said I had nice legs, Hoseok laughs at the memory, He was
cute. I felt bad for flaking out on our plans to watch the meteor shower.

Yoongi feels like his entire head is about to explode. Wait, hold on a fucking minute. You were
gonna go on that date with him?

Hoseok nods, Yeah, course. But my mom wasnt really down with me going to some guys
house at four in the morning on a school night, so

Yoongi doesnt even know how to respond to the fact that Hoseok seems to like Taehyung back-
at least enough to want to go on a date with him. This is unexpected. Really fucking
unexpected. And it throws Jimins entire mission out the window. Forget subterfuge and stealthily
trying to get the two to like each other over the course of weeks, the busywork's already done.

This makes Yoongi's life so much easier.

Give me your phone.

And since Hoseoks a trusting guy he hands the device over without any further questions.
Yoongi grabs his own phone and finds Taehyungs contact info, copying the number into
Hoseoks phone and handing it back to the other boy with a grin.

From: Suga
March 21, 16:22

Operation Hope is going differently than we planned, Sunshine.

From: Sunshine
March 21, 16:24

oh no :(
whatd you do???

From: Suga
March 21, 16:24
Im offended that you think I did anything.

From: Sunshine
March 21, 16:29

i know you. you definitely did something.

From: Suga
March 21, 16:30

Turns out he already sorta likes Taehyung so I gave him your brothers number.

From: Sunshine
March 21, 16:31

OMG! :D:D
did you tell him to text tae????

Jimin sets his phone down, waiting for Yoongis text when his bedroom door flies open,
Taehyung launching himself at his bed and flopping down on it. He holds his phone over his head
like a trophy, grinning widely.

I dont know how he got my number, but J-Hope texted me! Taehyung practically squeals, his
legs flailing wildly in his excitement. He wants to play tennis this weekend!

They both ignore the fact that Taehyung doesnt actually know how to play tennis and jump up
and down together, acting like twelve year old girls with their first crush.

Suddenly a flash goes off and Jimin and Taehyung spin around to gape at their dad whos holding
a camera. Dad!

What? It was cute; you two jumping around like little kids, Namjoon defends with a grin. You
cant fault your dad for wanting to capture that moment, can you? Whats so exciting, anyway? I
want to jump around, too."

The guy Taes crushing on asked him out, Jimin shares, theyre gonna go play tennis.

OMG! Namjoon says with a wry grin, hopping up and down in the doorjamb, much to
Taehyung and Jimins embarrassment. He steps into the room and ruffles Taehyungs hair,
Whos the lucky guy, Tae? Have I met him?

J-Hope, Taehyung answers, smile still on his face as he cradles his phone to his chest.
Remember, Dad? You met him, like, two weeks ago? He called you Mr. Monster.

Namjoon laughs, Right, that kid. Hes your dance partner, right, Jimin?

Sort of, Jimin says, we get paired up sometimes, but its not like a regular thing.

You know, I think your mom has a tennis racket in the garage, Namjoon thinks aloud, from
back when he was trying to get us all to exercise more.

Taehyung groans at the memory, Glad that phase is over. Bike rides at six in the morning were
not my idea of a good time.
"At least he didn't drag you to synchronized swimming lessons." Jimin mutters.

It's Saturday afternoon and Yoongi's kicking Jimin's ass in Mortal Kombat when the front door
slams open and shut.

I almost killed J-Hope!

Jimin and Yoongi drop their controllers on the ground, video game forgotten as Taehyung runs
into the living room, eyes wide and face pulled into a grimace.

Whoa, slow down!

What happened?

Taehyung sits down on the couch and drops the tennis racket beside him, repeating I almost killed
him over and over again, as if in a trance.

Jimin lightly slaps Taehyungs arm, Tae, focus! Tell us what happened?

I hit him in the head with my racket. Taehyung shakily admits. And then with the tennis ball.

Is he okay?

I don't know! I think so? Taehyung plays with the rings on his fingers, avoiding looking at
either Jimin or Yoongi. He was trying to teach me how to swing the racket and I got him in the
neck the first time. And then later I accidentally hit the ball right at his face!

Jimin looks at Taehyung, clearly horrified.

And then I ran.

Yoongi sighs loudly, raking a hand through his hair, You ran off?

I was scared he was gonna be mad! Taehyung hastily explains, And I was so embarrassed!

Worst first date ever. Jimin proclaims, slinging his arm around Taehyungs shoulders. Youll
do better next time.

Taehyung gives Jimin the look- the same look their mom gives their dad when hes being an idiot
(needless to say, the look happens quite often), I think its safe to say Im not gonna have another
date until Im sixty.

Jimins walking out of the boys bathroom when he sees Hoseok talking to some guys down the
hall. Theres a band-aid across his nose and the skin around it looks swollen and yellow, tinged
with blue and purple bruises closest to his nose- clearly the handiwork of his brother.

From: ChimChim
March 25, 09:17
just saw jhope in the hall! you might wanna stay away from him

From: TaeTae
March 25, 09:18

WHY?????

From: ChimChim
March 25, 09:20

just trust me tae.

From: TaeTae
March 25, 09:20

o_O
IF YOU SAY SO

Jimin!

Jimin stops before entering his math classroom, turning around to see Hoseok jogging to catch up
with him. He gets out of the way of the other students milling about the hallway and waits for
Hoseok, cringing when the older boy gets close enough that Jimin can see his swollen nose more
clearly.

Hoseok stops in front of Jimin, grinning brightly despite the pain his face must be in, Have you
seen Taehyung? Ive been looking for him all day. He hasnt answered my texts. Im worried
about him.

Jimin blinks in confusion. Then does it again.

Because what?

Hoseoks worried about Taehyung? Seriously?

Any other person in the universe would be pissed at the guy who ran away after hitting a tennis
ball at their face. But Jung Hoseok? No. Hoseok is clearly crazy and too good for this world if
hes worried about Taehyung.

The bell rings before Jimin has a chance to give Hoseok an answer and the older boy just sighs,
Listen, if you see him, can you tell him to at least text me back?

Sure thing, Jimin replies before going off to his next class, head reeling. He pulls his phone out
and composes a new message:

From: ChimChim
March 25, 13:55

just ran into jhope. he wants u to text him tae.

From: TaeTae
March 25, 13:59

DID HE LOOK MAD?

From: TaeTae
March 25, 14:00

DOES HE WANNA BEAT ME UP?

From: TaeTae
March 25, 14:00

IS HIS FACE OKAY? IS IT STILL BEAUTIFUL?

Taehyung gives up waiting for a reply from his brother when ten minutes pass, and he scrolls
through his phone, finally gathering all his courage and opening Hoseoks unread texts from the
past few days. There are a lot of them. He expects them to be filled with Hoseok yelling at him,
probably telling him to go fuck himself (not that he doesnt necessarily deserve it after their
disastrous date), maybe even a threat or two, but this?

From: J-Hope
March 23, 15:11

Taehyung? Whyd you leave??????

From: J-Hope
March 23, 15:18

Did something come up? You left so quickly I didnt have a chance to ask :(

From: J-Hope
March 23, 15:40

Taehyung, are you okay?

From: J-Hope
March 24, 07:01

Okay, so maybe tennis was a bad idea. You can pick what we do for the next date, okay? Any
meteor showers going on in the near future? :D :D :D :D :D

From: J-Hope
March 24, 10:57

Are you mad at me? Did I do something?

From: J-Hope
March 24, 20:38

Im getting the feeling you dont wanna talk to me :( Whatd I do, Taehyung?
From: J-Hope
March 25, 08:22

Maybe we can talk at school?? Pretty please?????

Taehyungs nervously sitting outside of school, waiting for Hoseok to come out the front doors.
He watches the other students pass him by, looking for the telltale sign of Hoseoks purple jacket.
He twiddles his thumbs for a few minutes until he sees the boy and barrels his way towards him,
coming to stand in front of him.

Taehyung!

Taehyung licks his lips in nervousness, wincing at the sight of Hoseoks face. I am so sorry,
Hoseok-

Youre sorry? Hoseok frowns, pulling Taehyung out of the throng of students and further along
the sidewalk where its more secluded. Im sorry, Taehyung.

No, no, you dont have anything to be sorry for! Taehyung insists, biting his lip. You didnt do
anything!

I mustve done something, Hoseok says so quietly that Taehyung barely hears him. And the
older boy looks so confused and downtrodden that Taehyung feels a million times worse. Hoseok
should never be anything other than happy and smiling and laughing, and fuck, hes made this
amazing boy who he likes so damn much look miserable.

The universes cosmic forces are not guiding him very well throughout this crises.

Look, the reason why I ran off on Saturday was because I was embarrassed, Taehyung
confesses. I hit you in the face with my racket and a tennis ball! And I was kinda scared you
were gonna hate me or be mad-

Mad? It was an accident! I would never be mad at you for something like that, Taehyung.
Honestly, Hoseok chuckles, flinching when his face flares up in pain. I thought something was
wrong, or you didnt like me- You do like me, right? Like, this didnt screw everything up, did
it?

Taehyung quickly shakes his head, No, no, I like you! I like you a lot!

Hoseok smiles brightly, Good. Because I really like you, too.

So what now?

Wanna get ice cream with me? My treat.

Taehyung smiles widely, Its March. Most people would think its too cold to get ice cream.

Hoseok looks insulted by the very idea. Excuse me? Its never too cold for ice cream.

Taehyung laughs and shyly intertwines his fingers with Hoseoks. Thats exactly the answer I
 was hoping for. I dont think I could be in a relationship with anyone who didnt like ice cream in
any climate.

Luckily, Hoseok winks at Taehyung, Im into weird things like that.

We did it! Operation: Hope was a success!

Yoongi stares blankly at his boyfriend, We didnt do anything, Sunshine. They got together on
their own.

Please, Jimin scoffs, fixing himself and Yoongi a sandwich in the kitchen, without us-

They still wouldve wound up together. Yoongi interjects, grabbing the food from Jimin and
carrying it into the living room, going to switch the TV on until he sees its got a large crack down
the center. If I had known your TV was broken I wouldve made you come over to my house.

Dad broke it when he was playing Wii Bowling with Tae. Jimin offhandedly comments,
dragging Yoongi with him to his room instead. And are you saying the only reason you come
over is because of my TV?

Absolutely. Yoongi answers with a straight face, laughing at the look of betrayal on Jimins
face. All right, all right; I might come over to see you, too. But the TVs the main reason.

Hardy har har, Jimin deadpans with an eyeroll. You be nice to me or I might not ask you to be
my date for the Spring Formal. I might just go with Tae and J-Hope.

Threes a crowd, Sunshine. Yoongi bluntly tells him, And its not really much of a threat when
you know I dont wanna go to that thing.

Fine," Jimin says, smirking, "you be nice to your extra sweet boyfriend or no more napping
together.

Yoongi scowls, Now youre just being cruel.

Chapter End Notes

alright, so the next installment should be more 'family' centric if all goes according to
plan :) ...maybe lol
 the world according to Jungkookie
Chapter Notes

i had a lovely reviewer ask for more Jungkook, so here it is :D Enjoy!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Its warm and safe, and all Jungkook wants is to stay like this forever. Except someones loudly
opened his door and theres sun coming from the window now and it hurts his eyes-

So he starts crying, and Daddy is shushing him, but his face is too close and Jungkook doesnt like
it when Daddys hair is all crazy like a clown's in the morning, so he cries for Mommy because
Mommy is safer and hell know why Jungkooks upset (Daddy thinks hes hungry. Silly Daddy).

Except Mommy isnt coming. Why isnt Mommy coming?

Mommy!

Kookie, Mommys sleeping. Why dont we have some breakfast, huh?

Jungkook shakes his head, wriggling around in Daddys arms when hes taken out of his bed. He
makes urgent grabby hands at the stuffed rabbit still in his bed and when it looks like Daddys
going to leave without his toy, Jungkook lets out a scream, fresh tears falling down his cheeks.

Why doesnt Daddy get it? Jungkooks so frustrated with Daddy right now. The man is driving
him crazy this morning! Mommy would understand; Mommys so much smarter than Daddy.

Daddy takes him down the stairs and Jungkook wants his toy, but he doesnt know the word for it
yet so he just pounds his fists against Daddy, glaring when Daddy uses his serious voice to tell
him to stop.

Jungkook doesnt like the serious voice. Daddy only uses it when Jungkooks being a bad boy,
but its Daddys fault, not his! Daddy knows he doesnt like to go anywhere without his stuffed
rabbit! Daddys being the bad one, not Jungkook!

Jungkook, behave.

Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest, eyes widening in horror when it looks like Daddys
going to start cooking breakfast. This isnt good; Daddy is not good at making food! But
Mommys really good at it- and so is Jmin!

Jmin!

Daddy shakes his head at him, putting a bowl of porridge and a stack of carrots (doesnt Daddy
know he doesnt like vegetables?!) in front of him. Daddys got another thing coming to him if he
thinks Jungkook's going to touch those carrots.

He pushes the food away, staring at Daddy. Your move, Daddy.

Kookie, you gotta eat your veggies. Daddy tells him, but Jungkook knows its a lie. TaeTae
doesnt eat his vegetables either, so why should he?

Not gonna eat. Jungkook says, firmly shutting his lips when Daddy tries to slip a carrot in his
mouth.

Daddy looks tired all of a sudden and Jungkook thinks he should take a nap if hes tired. Hes
about to tell Daddy that when Mommy comes into the kitchen, and he smiles at Jungkook, and
Jungkook smiles back because he loves Mommy so much!

Mommy sits at the table with him and plays with his hair, and Jungkook likes it when he does that
because it feels so nice and Mommy always knows what to do to make him happy.

You wanna grow up to be a big boy, dont you, Kookie? Mommy asks him and Jungkooks
eyes widen because he does, he really does! He nods his head and Mommy looks so pretty when
hes happy. And Jungkook's proud because he did that; he made Mommy happy- all on his own!

Then you gotta eat your veggies, kiddo. Daddy says, and Jungkook frowns at Daddy,
wondering if this is still some kind of trick. Thats how your brothers got so big. They ate all
their veggies when they were little like you.

Jungkook looks back to Mommy. He knows Mommy wouldnt lie to him. Really?

Of course, Kookie! Mommy picks a carrot up and maybe Jungkook will eat one. Just one,
though! No need to go overboard just yet. Here comes the airplane!

The airplane?! Jungkooks excited now because he loves the airplane! Its his favorite and he can
see the orange airplane flying in the sky and its coming closer to his mouth, so he opens as wide
as he can until it lands in his mouth. He munches happily on the airplane, showing Mommy and
Daddy the food in his mouth, and they clap their hands and Jungkook feels like such a good boy.

Good boy, Kookie!

Jungkook just stares at Daddy because, duh, he knows hes a good boy. The airplane went into
his mouth, didn't it? Silly Daddy.

Jungkook doesnt know why Jmin kisses the boy with pink hair. Hes pretty sure that Jmin and
the boy arent married like Mommy and Daddy, but the pink haired boy gives him horsy rides and
plays with him, and hes always at their house (Jungkook doesnt think he lives with them, but
maybe he does? Hes not too sure), so Jungkook supposes its okay that he kisses Jmin. For now.

The boy with pink hair doesnt have a name, but Jmin keeps telling him to say Shhhooogah, but
its too hard. His mouth doesnt know how to do that yet, so Jungkook doesnt call him anything
and everything is fine like that.

Jmin and the boy are in Jmins room and Jungkook wants in, but the doors closed, and Jmin
knows he cant reach the doorknob! Hes too short! He smacks his hands against the door and
shouts Jmins name, because he knows his brother will hear him, but instead of Jmin, the boy
with pink hair opens the door and looks at him before picking him up.

Shouldnt someone be watching your brother?

Jungkook is placed on the bed and he stands up, wobbling on the unsteady surface. Jmins bed is
so much bigger than his! He takes a few steps to reach Jmin and flops onto his brother, giggling
when Jmin makes an oof! sound.

Tae was supposed to be watching him.

Jungkook recognizes the name Tae and grins widely, playing with Jmins fingers. Hes about to
demand Jmin play a game with him until he sees the boy with pink hair playing with the necklace
around his neck, and its shiny.

Jungkook really likes shiny things. It looks like something Daddy would wear and Jungkook
wants to see it closer, so he crawls over to the boy and starts the process of climbing up his body
(why everyone cant be as short as him, Jungkook doesnt know, but it makes life so much
harder).

Hes surprised when hes picked up and eye-level with the boy with pink hair. Jungkook tries
saying Shhhooogah, but it only comes out as, Oooguh!

That must be good enough, though, because the boy laughs and pokes his nose, settling Jungkook
on his lap, but no! Bad Shhhooogah! Why doesn't he get it? He wants to see the necklace, not sit
on his lap! Jungkook looks at Jmin and points at his neck, Wanna see!

But Jmins not listening to him, and Jungkook pouts because he doesnt like it when people dont
listen to him. TaeTae always listens to him. He shouldve stayed with TaeTae and not run off to
see Jmin.

Jmins being stupid.

Jungkook doesnt know whos holding him, but he doesnt like it. He starts crying and flails his
arms out, trying to get out of the persons grip who has him. It isnt Daddy or Mommy, he knows
that. Daddys arms are strong and he knows that Jungkook absolutely doesnt like to be held like a
baby! He likes it when hes carried on Daddy or Mommys hip or against their chest because it
feels better and this person is stupid and Jungkook doesnt want to be held by them anymore!

Kookie, whats wrong?

Jungkook looks at where the voice is coming from and he sees TaeTae! TaeTae will help him! He
reaches out to him and his cries start to subside into hiccups when the stranger hands him off to
TaeTae.

TaeTae is comfortable and familiar, and he smells like Mommys cookies that he baked earlier
today (Jungkook got to eat two of them, instead of one!). He clings to his brothers shirt, sniffling
into it and wonders why TaeTae let the mean stranger hold him.

Sorry, Hoseok, TaeTae says, and Jungkook doesnt know who Hoosuk is, but he doesnt like
him! Hes usually pretty calm; I dont know why hes crying,

Jungkook wants to tell TaeTae that hes crying because Hoosuk is a stranger and strangers are
scary, but he settles for burrowing further into TaeTaes clothes.
 Its okay, Tae; he probably just doesnt know me yet. Isnt that right, little guy?

Jungkook doesnt like that the strangers face is alarmingly close to his own now and does the
only thing he can think of when the strangers finger enters his field of vision and pokes at his
cheek:

He bites down on it. Hard.

The stranger pulls back, staring at Jungkook in shock, and Jungkook huffs, scowling. Thats what
you get for putting your finger near my mouth, stupid boy.

Jungkook isnt sure of a lot of things. Hes still learning every day, and Daddy and Mommy tell
him hes a smart Kookie, so they must be right and he is smart.

But when its time for dinner and Jmin and TaeTae are talking so fast that Jungkook cant keep
up and doesnt understand and its so, so frustrating. He wants to talk as fast as them! And
Mommy and Daddy answer TaeTae and Jmin and everyone laughs, and Jungkook laughs, too,
but he doesnt really know whats so funny. He just likes it when everyones smiling and happy
because when someones sad, Jungkook gets sad, too.

And being sad isnt any fun. Jungkook wants to make his family happy!

Sometimes when theres a quiet part at dinner, when Daddy and Mommy and TaeTae and Jmin
are all eating and Jungkooks supposed to be eating, too (but its mostly vegetables on his plate
again, bleh), he tries to tell everyone how much he loves them, but it only comes out as a jumbled
mess of sounds, because he forgot he had rice in his mouth. And everyones laughing and smiling
at him.

And Jungkook thinks that maybe he doesnt need to talk as fast as Jmin and TaeTae because they
all seem to understand him just fine, and Daddys ruffling his hair, and Jungkook likes this.

He likes his family.

He even likes the pink haired boy. Shhhooogah. Hell try extra hard to work on saying his name
like Jmin wants him to.

But he still doesnt like Hoosuk, no matter how much TaeTae keeps telling him hes funny and
nice. Jungkook just doesnt see it and maintains that the strange boy is stupid and not welcome at
their house.

Chapter End Notes

i never really considered doing a chapter from Jungkook's POV, and i'm not too sure
how i feel about it yet. let me know what you guys think <3
 and this, children, is the story of how I met your mother... [part 1]
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

FAMILY MEETING!

Namjoon checks his watch, and, yep, its nearly 11PM; the kids should definitely be asleep. He
slowly turns to look at Jin, Why arent they in bed?

Jin sets the papers hes organizing down and marches his way to the living room, asking, Family
meeting? Since when do we have family meetings? as if thats the most prevalent thing to be
questioning.

Namjoon follows his husband and sees that Jimin and Taehyung are already sitting on the couch,
faces as innocent as ever, but Namjoons not fooled. Somethings up.

Jins apparently thinking along the same lines as he asks, What did you two do now?

We didnt do anything! Taehyungs quick to reassure his parents, smiling brightly. I need help
with something for school.

Namjoon sighs in relief because hearing that is so much better than the usual news that one of
thems broken something or set something on fire, or worse. Did you have to wake your brother
up for this family meeting? Namjoon grouses as he picks Jungkook up off the floor where hes
busy building a city out of blocks.

He was already awake when we went by his room, Taehyung tells him with a shrug. Thought
we might as well bring him with us.

Namjoon takes a seat next to Jin and bounces Jungkook in his lap, So what do you need help
with that couldnt wait until tomorrow morning?

Inquiring minds wanna know how you and Mom met. Taehyung says, and at his dads blank
look, continues, Okay, so Ive gotta do a project on my family history, so I thought Id write
about how you and mom met. Taehyung explains as he grabs his laptop off the coffee table and
sets it on his lap.

You dont want to learn about something more, I dont know, historical? Like from your
grandmother? She was alive during- Jin tries to offer.

Taehyung shakes his head, grimacing, Last time I talked to grandma, she talked about how she
and grandpa havent made love in, like, twenty years.

Jin pulls a face identical to the one Taehyungs sporting. Right, right, yeah. Well, he smiles at
Namjoon, you wanna start or should I?

You go ahead.

Where to start? Jin muses, tapping a finger against his chin. I first met your dad
 Kim Seokjin meets Kim Namjoon for the first time and its not as earth shattering as one
might think

Jins tired and stressed and its not even noon yet. Hes got two assignments due on Monday, hes
failing gym class (because, apparently, its not acceptable to be horrendous at sports all the time),
and hes supposed to be meeting his math tutor at the library, but so far the guys a no-show and
Jin. Just. Wants. To. Scream. Or cry. Possibly a combination of the two.

But he doesnt because it would be rude to be disruptive in the library. And Kim Seokjin is not
rude. He was raised better than that.

So, whatever, he can just study by himself. He can learn about advanced trigonometry without his
tutors help. How hard could it be?

Ten minutes later and Jin finds out that its really hard and he is so not cut out for a life dealing
with math. He lets his head fall to the table with a dull thunk, thinking of all the ways his day
could get worse when someone takes the seat opposite him, making the chair topple over before
cursing under their breath and causing a general ruckus.

Jin lazily lifts his head, math homework stuck to his cheek that he hastily peels off, and looks at
the guy across from him.

Hey, sorry Im late,

Jin just continues to stare at him. Does this kid think they know each other? Because this just got
awkward if thats the case.

Youre Kim Seokjin, right? Im Kim Namjoon. Pleasure to meet you.

Oh. This must be his tutor. Obviously.

Where do you wanna start?

Jin thrusts his homework at him, If you can explain to me how any of this makes sense, I will be
eternally grateful. Seriously, Ill be in your debt forever.

The kid pushes his (absurdly) thick glasses further up his nose and takes the offered page, eyes
scanning over the problems and grabbing a pencil out of his bookbag, correcting Jins mistakes
with lightning speed and handing the paper back to him. Okay, so why dont you look at the first
problem and see if you can figure out what I did,

Jin cant figure out what Namjoon did, but after an hour of meticulously going over the problems,
he finally gets the hang of it. Maybe. Probably.

Thanks for this, Jin says with a small grin, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension from being
hunched over for so long. Hopefully thisll stick with me until my test.

Namjoon laughs, Nah, youre smart. Itll stick. See you next week?
Next week. Jin confirms, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and waving goodbye to
Namjoon.

Wait- Thats it?

Jin raises an eyebrow at Jimins outburst.

No sparks? No love at first sight? Nothing?

Taehyung enthusiastically nods, Yeah! I thought your first meeting would be full of you guys
being all lovey-dovey around each other!

Jin chuckles and shakes his head, I was more concerned with passing my courses than focusing
on how cute my tutor was.

What a disappointment, Taehyung sighs, typing something on his laptop, and Jin would bet
anything that his word document reads something along the lines of My parents met and it was
boring. Okay, so you guys met at the library. Dad was your tutor and you didnt love him yet.
Just when does this story get interesting?

I think, Namjoon says, the next year was when we went on our first date.

God, you guys took a long time to get together. Jimin groans, stretching out on the couch,
clearly getting comfortable.

Jins sitting in the library again, textbook open in front of him. Hes trying to memorize all the
bones in the human body and gets as far as ulna when someone drops into the seat across from
him.

Youre late.

Namjoon grins, According to you, Im always late.

Jin just hums thoughtfully before going back to his studies. He and Namjoon arent friends, per se,
but they have been studying together for the past month. So, maybe theyre at least acquaintances?

Namjoon slides a muffin across the table and Jin accepts it with a grateful smile-

Alright, so a few months in and Dad gives you muffins? Is that like some sort of ancient mating
ritual?

Namjoon reaches over and smacks the back of Taehyungs head, Quiet, let your mom tell the
story.

You never told me what you got on your last exam, Namjoon casually says, briefly looking up
from his own homework. Did those flash cards help?

Oh, of course. I got a B. Jin sets his highlighter down, flipping the page of his textbook, They
were a great help, yeah. I cant thank you enough, Namjoon.

Thats good, Namjoon smiles, his dimples showing for a brief moment. Im glad they helped.

For the next three months Jin and Namjoon study together in the public library at least twice a
week. Namjoon brings Jin muffins (claiming he bakes a lot and These were just the leftovers, I
thought you might want them.) and Jin pretends he doesnt notice the price sticker on the bottom
of the treats because its kinda cute that Namjoon wants to impress him with his (nonexistent)
baking skills for whatever reason.

Over time, they get to know each other better- Namjoon isnt just that smart kid who tutors him
anymore, and Jin isnt that guy who shouldnt have taken advanced trigonometry as an elective
course.

They grow into friends and its nice. Jins forgotten what its like to have friends who dont act
stuck up all the time just because they go to a private school, and Namjoon marvels at having an
older friend who doesnt just see him as the nerdy kid most of his schoolmates do.

When Jin enters his final year of high school he and Namjoon still meet every Monday and
Thursday after school at the public library, but now its more of an excuse to see each other than it
is to study.

So you went from advanced mathematics to? Namjoon leans over the table, trying to see
what Jins textbook says. Anatomy? I dont know anything about anatomy. Except, like, my
own. Im pretty familiar with my own anatomy.

Jin sniggers at the blush on Namjoons face when he realizes what hes said.

I mean- Like Uh, Namjoon stammers, hiding his head in his hands. Just ignore me. Please.

I knew it! Taehyung cries, smiling broadly. I knew Dad would be awkward around Mom!

Anyone could see that, Jimin points out. Dads awkward around Mom nowadays and theyve
been married for like fifty years.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow and turns to Jin, Fifty years? Just how old does this kid think we
are?

Jin comforts Namjoon with a pat on his leg, I dont think the answer to that would be flattering to
either of us,

Its one of the rare sunny days theyve had this month when Jin suggests they should study
outside. Namjoon isnt a huge fan of the outdoors, but when Jin flashes him a reassuring smile, he
cant find it in himself to resist the idea.

They find a small patch of grass beside the library and lean against the only tree. Namjoon tries to
steady his notebook on his bony knees, having a hell of a time doing that while trying to read his
steady his notebook on his bony knees, having a hell of a time doing that while trying to read his
textbook thats on the ground, and his necks at an awkward angle, and how is it that Jin looks so
at ease and comfortable?

Thats hardly fair.

Namjoon tries to focus on his psychology homework, but the words blur together after a while
and his brain doesnt want to think about the id or ego anymore. He takes his glasses off and rubs
at his eyes, turning his head to see if Jins still working as diligently as ever, and of course he is.

Jin looks like some kind of angel with the way the sun is filtering in through the leaves of the tree,
forming a sort of halo in his hair, and damn, Jins gorgeous- handsome in a way that leaves
Namjoon a little breathless some days, and makes him envious others. Because one person should
not be allowed to monopolize all the beauty in the world.

Its not the first time Namjoons come to that revelation, but its the first time hes thought about
just what would happen if he were to tell the other boy that.

Would Jin laugh at him? Pat him on his head, tell him how cute he is for having a crush on an
older boy and send him on his way?

Namjoon?

Hmm?

Namjoon, youre staring.

Riiiiigggghhhht. He probably shouldnt be so obvious when hes trying to surreptitiously check

Jin out. Sorry, you, uh... had a bug in your hair. Really? Thats the best his brain could
come up with on the fly? Ugh. He hates himself some days.

Jin shakes his head, hands coming up to comb through his hair, What? Where?

Here, Ill get it, Namjoon says, and he isnt even consciously aware of what his bodys doing
because now hes leaning closer to Jin and running his hands through his hair, and it feels really
soft and so nice.

He pretends to flick the imaginary bug out of Jins hair and grins at him, Got it.

My hero, Jin says, arm thrown over his face as if hes swooning, and Namjoon kinda likes the
thought that hes Jins hero. Is there any way I can thank you, gallant knight?

Namjoon nods before his brain can actually catch up to what his bodys doing, and dear God,
now hes talking again, Have you- I mean, I was- What Im trying to say is

Jin stares expectantly at Namjoon, smiling, Yes?

Id like to take you out to dinner.

Namjoon takes a moment to be horrified at what hes just said. He just asked Jin out to dinner?
Curiously enough, not lunch. Because lunch would imply what? Friendship? Dinner is more
intimate; it has certain connotations with it. And, Jesus Christ, Namjoon is 100% certain that he
shouldn't be allowed out of the house without a muzzle if this is the result of him talking to his
extremely gorgeous, older friend.
Namjoon, what exactly are you asking? Jin asks, all traces of humor gone from his tone as he
tilts his head to the side.

Im asking you out to dinner, Jin. Namjoon repeats, though his voice shakes a bit more than
before, and his insides are all twisted up like they get before he's about to go on a roller coaster.
"J-Just... dinner."

Namjoon watches the older boy fumble with his words- coming up with a jumble of excuses, and
Jins not sure if he even voices one correctly. Hes too flustered, too unprepared to deal with
someone asking him out. Hes so not used to this.

And maybe Namjoons crossed some invisible line of appropriate studying decorum (scratch that,
hes definitely crossed some kind of line) because an awkward silence settles over the two boys
after Jins mumbled answer (not that it was much of an answer at all; Namjoon didnt understand
if he got a yes or no to his offer) and before Namjoon can fix the situation, Jin stands and brushes
the dirt from his pants, bidding Namjoon goodbye and heading off.

Well that definitely couldve gone better.

I guess we know where you got your lack of social skills from, Jimin jokes, nudging his brother
with his shoulder.

Taehyung shakes his head, Im not as awkward as Dad is!

Youre worse! You practically beat up J-Hope on your first date!

We promised never to speak of that again!

Namjoon barely holds onto any hope that Jins gonna come to their next study session, but there
the older boy is, at their usual table with his homework spread out around him, waving at
Namjoon from across the library.

Namjoon settles himself into his seat, cautious not to do anything to scare Jin off. Hes hyper
aware of everything Jin does- the way he chews on his pen cap when hes working on a problem,
or how he casually stretches out his legs under the table, briefly brushing against Namjoons own
legs, which leaves the younger boy breathing sharply, trying to ignore the tingling feeling coursing
through his body.

Namjoon, you look stressed. Is school going okay?

Namjoon forces himself to act like a normal human being and nods. Yeah, yeah, everythings
good. Except for the fact that I asked you out and now you're acting like it never happened.

If you say so, Jin goes back to his work and Namjoon should really start studying, too, but he
cant find the willpower to drag his gaze away from Jin and the way his fingers drift over the
words on the page of his textbook, or the way he huffs out a breath when he doesnt understand
something right away.
Okay, I cant take this anymore, Jin suddenly says, dropping the pen from his hands and laying
his palms flat on the table. He stares at Namjoon and sighs, Youre acting weird. Whats up?

Im not acting weird, Namjoon scoffs, though he can feel his cheeks start to heat up, youre
acting weird.

Jin just stares at Namjoon, eyes slightly narrowed and lips pursed until Namjoon cracks. Im
just distracted.

Distracted?

By you. Namjoon admits, shrugging a shoulder at the look of bewilderment on Jins face.
Sorry if thats not what you wanted to hear.

Oh

I mean, I asked you to dinner, Jin. I thought you mightve gotten the hint that I liked you. And
now were just acting like it never happened, and its weird.

And there it is. Everythings out on the table now (or, well, not everything, but enough). Namjoon
doesnt feel like a weight's been lifted off his chest or anything, though; he feels even heavier than
before because Jins staring at him like hes crazy and Namjoon isnt sure how to interpret that
look.

Is he crazy for pushing the subject? Crazy for liking Jin? Just crazy in general?

Jins avoiding looking at him now and there it is; he doesnt feel the same way. If Namjoon hadnt
realized it yesterday, he does today: this is clearly a one-sided attraction.

I hadnt really thought about you that way, Namjoon.

Yeah, Namjoons humiliated at this point and, honestly, he just wants to run away- to be
anywhere but here. I can see that.

I suppose I shouldve seen the signs, Jins murmuring, possibly to himself, but Namjoon hears it
as clear as day. I wasnt expecting it when you asked me to dinner the other day, and I dont
know. It was just so sudden.

Yeah, Namjoon gets that. It was sudden for him, too, when he asked the question.

Im not averse to the idea of dating you, Namjoon; youre a sweet boy, Jin tells him after silence
hangs over their table for an agonizing minute. But I dont know if things would work out
between us. Im older than you and Ill be going off to college next year. Ive never really dated
anyone before and Im not sure if-

Not averse to dating you are the main keywords Namjoon focuses on and he tunes everything else
Jins saying out. Cancel his wish to be anywhere but here because, hell, here is exactly where he
wants to be now. We can at least try, cant we? I mean, Im not asking for you to marry me or
anything, Jin! Just a date.

"I don't know..."

Namjoon holds his index finger up, "Come on, Jin. Just one date."
Alright," Jin sighs, though there's a small smile tugging at his lips, "one date and well see where
it goes from there.

There is a God! Taehyung shouts, causing Jimin to giggle beside him. Theyre finally going
out on a date!

Took long enough, and Dad basically had to beg Mom to go out with him, Jimins still
laughing, rolling around on the couch.

Their first date is at the movies and Jins surprised to find that it goes better than he couldve
anticipated.

Namjoons as sweet as ever and even puts his arm around his shoulder halfway through the
movie. They share popcorn and candy, and at the end of everything Jin drives Namjoon home and
its kind of nice. Definitely not as awkward as Jin was expecting it to be.

They fall into an easy routine of going on dates after their study sessions at the library, and it
almost feels like theyre too familiar with each other. Jin doesnt quite know how to explain it- Its
similar to when he hangs out with his family; he doesnt have to pretend to be anyone hes not. Its
not like a new relationship at all, in that sense; its more like theyve been dating so long that
theyre just comfortable with each other.

Namjoon just instinctively knows that Jin likes holding hands and doesnt like big crowds; and Jin
just gets that Namjoon likes to be in control of most situations and that sometimes he just likes to
lounge together, listening to music and reading comics.

Their two month anniversary passes by, then its their sixth, and before Jin knows it theyve been
dating eight months. Namjoon takes to skipping out on his classes at school to spend time with Jin
during the older boys free periods at his own school, and Jin scolds him, but it doesnt hold any
real conviction because Namjoons still getting straight As and hes got one of the highest IQs in
the country for someone his age, so, really, Jin doesnt feel too bad about Namjoon missing school
to visit him.

Graduations coming closer, huh? Namjoon casually says one afternoon when theyre at the
library after school.

Two more weeks, Jin affirms with a nod. He reaches over and grabs Namjoons eraser,
correcting his latest mistake on his essay before handing the small piece of rubber back.

Namjoon tilts his head, You dont seem very excited, he innocently observes. Does your
school hold a prom? I mean, itd be all guys, right?

Theres an end of the year luncheon, Jin tells him. Not that Im gonna go.

No?

Ive had enough of my classmates for a lifetime, Jin admits with a chuckle. I dont really want
to spend any more time with them than I have to, yknow?
Of course, yeah. Namjoon agrees, though he keeps glancing at Jin and the older boy wonders
just whats on his mind. How about I take you out that night?

Id like that, Jin says and they schedule a date for the night before Jins graduation ceremony.

So, let me guess: you guys went to dinner, Mom was super awkward, Dad probably broke
something, and- BAM! You guys got engaged-

Your Dad never showed up to the dinner, Jin interrupts with an eyeroll.

Wait a second, Namjoon says, passing Jungkook to Taehyung when his youngest calls out his
brothers name. I did show up-

Two hours late, and I was long gone by then.

Namjoon leans back and wraps an arm around Jins shoulders, And then you broke up with me.

Hold up! Taehyung shouts, typing furiously, You guys broke up?!

Jin nods his head, brushing his hair out of the way when it falls into his eyes. We stayed together
for a few months, but it was too hard to do the whole long-distance thing. I had so much on my
plate at university and I barely ever had time to visit. We fought a lot, and I told your dad I thought
it would be better if we spent some time apart from each other.

But it was true love! Jimin says, looking distressed at the news that his parents broke up years
ago. How could you guys break up?

I didnt want to. Namjoon says with a pointed look at Jin. But I understood where your mom
was coming from. He was stressed out and I wasnt going to be the reason he couldnt focus on
his studies.

So you werent mad? Taehyung asks as he adjusts his glasses, squinting at the harsh light
emitting from his laptop. Didnt you try to convince Mom that you guys could work it out?

He did try, Tae, but I needed time for me. Sometimes in life you have to do the responsible thing
and not what your heart wants. Because the two rarely coincide.

And I respected that. Namjoon says, Grudgingly.

Two years go by and Jin doesnt let himself think about Namjoon anymore (not when hes sober,
anyway). Being pre-med doesnt leave a lot of time for having a social life and Jins fine with that,
though he does make it a point to go out with the few friends he has a couple of nights a month,
just to keep up with all the current events happening in each others lives.

Its during one of their meet-ups that Jin sees Namjoon again.

Is that?

His friends follow his line of sight to the TV in the lounge, playing some music video on mute.
 Rap Monster, yeah. Hes fucking everywhere these days.

Jin frowns at the name. Rap Monster. Really, Namjoon? Really? And it definitely is Kim
Namjoon on the screen- Jin would know that face anywhere, no matter that the boys wearing
huge, black sunglasses and is sporting a rather impressive hairstyle. Hes wearing the usual threads
that rappers tend to dress in and Jin wonders just how in the hell Namjoon went from boy genius
without a clue what he wanted to do with his life to hip hop idol.

Seriously? The next time you saw Dad he was an idol? Taehyung asks, typing diligently on his
laptop. Ive seen pictures of Dad back when he first debuted, did you really decide to start dating
him again when he looked like that?

Ill have you know that thats what all the idols dressed like, Namjoon interjects, though he
frowns when he thinks back on his hair. It was a cool look back then.

Doubtful, Jimin laughs, You looked like a poodle.

Poodle Daddy! Jungkook repeats with a laugh, climbing over Taehyung to reach Jimin. Hide
n Seek, Jmin?

Not right now, Kookie; its story time. Jimin tells Jungkook, settling the boy between him and
Taehyung and handing him his stuffed rabbit. What happened next?

Hmm... the next time I saw your dad face-to-face, I punched him.

Taehyung gapes at his mom, Uh, come again? You punched Dad?

Jin just grins and stands up, linking his fingers with Namjoons, Yes, but it's almost midnight and
you've both got school tomorrow. We'll wrap this up another night.

What? No! Jimin whines. I wanna know why you punched Dad. And how you guys even met
up again. It's not like you ran in the same circles,

True love, ChimChim. Taehyung points out, shutting the lid to his laptop. True love always
finds a way. Right, Mom?

Jin laughs, Something like that.

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i wrote waaaayy more than i anticipated and this is just pt.1 of this chapter.

smh.

anyway, hope you guys enjoyed :D

 and this, children, is the story of how I punched your father... [part 2]
Chapter Notes

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Repeat after me: Manners.

Ma

Manners, Kookie, Jin repeats, smiling broadly when the boy tries again and again.

Maaann maa mannaners.

Close enough, Jimin says from his spot on the couch. Hes sprawled out with his head pillowed
on Taehyungs thigh as he plays on his iPad, the volume turned down low enough that he doesnt
disturb Jungkooks impromptu vocabulary lesson.

Manana Mommy?

Manners, Kookie, can you say that?

Jungkooks biting at his lip and Jin can tell the boys close to getting frustrated enough that a
tantrum isnt far off.

Mommy, man mann

Errs. Jin prompts the boy to finish the word.

errrs.

Manners, sweetheart.

Mannnnerrrs.

Mommys so proud of you! Good job! Jin beams at Jungkook, grabbing the boy around his
middle and lifting his shirt to blow a raspberry against his stomach.

Jungkook lets out a shriek, giggling and pushing at his moms head, No, Mommy!

Sorry to cut your class short, Kookie, but we've got a story to wrap up. Taehyung clasps his
hands together, Okay, so Moms in university and Dads an idol. he says as soon as his dad
joins them in the living room. He turns his laptop on, And Dads about to get punched.

Right, Jin says, so

 Jin is not still in love with Namjoo- okay, fine, maybe he is

The thing about getting over a breakup is that its a lot harder to do that when your ex is
everywhere.

Jin cant walk ten feet down the street without seeing someone wearing a t-shirt with Rap Monster
emblazoned on it; without hearing his songs blaring through someones speakers; without seeing
him on TV, promoting his newest single- and Jin is just sick of it.

He and Namjoon lost contact a while ago, though they promised to stay friends (easier said than
done when you still clearly have feelings for one another that go beyond mere friendship), and
seeing the younger boy on every media outlet just brings back all the emotions he ever had for
him.

A part of him will probably always love Namjoon. First loves and all that stereotypical garbage
that you dont realize is true until you actually have a first love and you start to notice that, damn,
Im still thinking about this guy all the fucking time, and even when its not a conscious decision,
its still in the back of your mind like a ticking time bomb, ready to render you into a helpless,
emotional wreck at a moments notice over the stupidest things (like the time Jin had a breakdown
when he bought a muffin from a bakery and caught sight of the price sticker stuck to the bottom of
it and ended up blubbering to the shop keeper about how Namjoon used to buy me muffins, and,
oh god, Im never gonna get over him! Why did I break up with him?).

Even after two years, Jin sometimes finds himself thinking random thoughts; like that Namjoon
might enjoy eating at that place on campus that makes the best beef bulgogi; or when he
downloads a good song, he wonders if Namjoons heard it. Its stupid things like that that keep
popping into his head; unwanted thoughts that distract him from his homework at the worst of
times, that make it hard to completely forget about the other boy.

Its been two years since they dated; one year, eight months since he last spoke to Namjoon on the
phone; and one year, four months since they texted for the last time.

Its not fair, Jin finds himself thinking angrily, practically stomping his way to his afternoon class.
He was doing not great, but well enough. He finally got into a place in his life where he wasnt
always thinking about Kim Namjoon and his dimples and sweet disposition, and the way he
would treat Jin like he was something precious, and fuck it all; Kim Namjoon mightve been the
love of his life, but hed pushed all those thoughts into a box inside his head and shoved it into the
furthest corner of his mind, never to be touched again unless hes extremely drunk and wants to
feel his heart breaking all over again because some days hes a glutton for punishment.

But breaking up was the right decision, Jin maintains. It was the responsible thing to do-
something his parents would expect him to do; something he would expect himself to do.

Because Jins a responsible kind of guy. He pays his bills when they show up in his mailbox, he
does his taxes, and finishes his assignments for school in a timely manner.

School comes first. Its always been that way, and Namjoon understood that. Even when they
were trying out the whole long-distance relationship thing, Namjoon understood that Jin wouldnt
be as available as he might like. But they still fought, because they were young enough that when
things didnt go the way they wanted them to, it wasnt because life just sucks sometimes, it was
because of the other person- Namjoon would accuse him of caring more about his classes than
him, and Jin would complain that Namjoon was being too childish and he needed to grow up.

Jin sits in his class, stewing in his thoughts.

Its stupid. So, so, so, so, so fucking stupid. Kim Namjoon is someone from Jins past and he
shouldnt be thinking about him anymore. Theyre done. Over. Their breakup is water under the
bridge and its been two years, damnit! Its just pathetic to think about an old boyfriend this long
after youve broken up.

Jin is pathetic.

Taehyungs puppy eyes are in full force as he looks at his mom, I want to hug you so badly right
now. This is the saddest story ever- like, if I didnt know you and dad wind up together in the end,
Id probably start crying.

Jin laughs, Dont worry, Tae-

V.

Everyone in the room sighs, and Jimin flicks Taehyung on his forehead.

Jin pulls a face at the interview playing on TV. Channel surfing has never felt so dangerous now
that Rap Monster is seemingly on every broadcasting station.

Im sure everybody is wondering: What does it take to get a guy like Rap Monster to notice
you?

Ugh. Just ugh.

Jin wants to change the channel- change it to anything that doesnt involve Kim Namjoons face,
but his fingers are just hovering over the remote, and maybe its morbid curiosity that makes him
want to know the answer to the question, or just a deep desire to torture himself, but he doesnt
allow himself to touch the remote just yet.

Because Jin knows what it takes to get a guy like Kim Namjoon to notice you, but Rap Monster?
Rap Monsters an unknown entity to him.

A pair of tight jeans doesnt hurt.

Ugh.

Itd be bad enough if Namjoon and the interviewer were the only ones on stage, laughing, but
there are three other men (Jin just assumes theyre rappers, too, because, well theyre dressed
exactly like Namjoon is, down to the gold chains hanging around their necks and oversized
sunglasses obscuring half their faces), and theyre laughing and elbowing each other like its the
funniest thing theyve ever heard.

They look like morons, so, who knows? Maybe Namjoons chauvinistic joke is the funniest thing
theyve ever heard.

Im sure youve been around the block a few times-

Idiots. Jin mutters to himself as he watches the other rappers high-five each other, while,
curiously enough, Namjoon looks vaguely uncomfortable.

I dont really

Ooh, Rap Monsters shy!

Fine, fine, there was this one guy, he was something else, man, yknow? We met when I lived
back in Ilsan-

wait a minute.

I was his tutor of all things,

Jin keeps his eyes trained on the interview, practically holding his breath waiting for Namjoon to
speak again.

We just clicked. It was... I dont know how to explain it I feel like, at the time, I didnt realize
how special our relationship really was.

Jins moved closer to the TV without even realizing it, his mouth open in shock.

Rap Monsters getting soft on us!

Shush! Jin tells the loudmouthed idol who interrupted Namjoon. He watches as Namjoon
chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck and adjusting his sunglasses.

So what happened to this guy?

Jin grimaces at this entire situation. Hes slightly uncomfortable- not only by being referred to as
some random guy that Namjoon once dated, but by the way Namjoon himself seems
uncomfortable with the interview as a whole.

He went off to university.

So what youre saying is that Rap Monsters single and just waiting for someone to win his
heart?

Nah, my heart belongs to the fans nowadays.

Jin shuts the TV off, breathing deeply; that was surreal.

Jin doesnt let himself think on the interview for long periods of time. It just ends up confusing
him and awakens emotions inside himself that hed rather not deal with again- like ever again.
Hes so tightly wound up by consciously not thinking of Namjoon every five fucking minutes that
he decides he needs a hobby; something he can expend some of this anxious energy that plagues
him on a daily basis.

In hindsight, self-defense classes might not have been the best thing to take. Between the horror
stories he hears from some of the other people in the class about being held at gunpoint, assaulted
or worse and the crime documentaries hes taken to watching late at night when he just cant take
studying anymore, Jins even twitchier than before- hyper aware of every threat that could present
itself at a moments notice.

Let it be said that Jin doesnt mean to punch Namjoon.

Its an accident sort of.

What the hell?!

To be fair, Jin did mean to punch whoever was behind him, gripping his shoulder, but he didnt
know it was Namjoon. This isnt his fault-

I say hi and you punch me? What the hell, Jin?!

In Jins defense, Namjoon crept-

I didnt creep up behind you! Namjoon argues, looking at Jin like hes crazy for sticking to this
version of the story for so many years. I walked up behind you like any normal human would
and you freaked out and punched me!

Shush, Im telling the story, Jin says, ignoring Namjoons further protests of his inaccurate
storytelling.

Namjoon crept behind him, startling the shit out of him- for all Jin knew he couldve been a
mugger, or a murderer- whatever, doesnt matter. The point is that Namjoon shouldnt have been
skulking behind him, and he definitely shouldnt have grabbed his shoulder.

Namjoon should know how jumpy he is; he dated him for goodness sake!

Namjoon! Jins thoughts race from Why the hell is Namjoon here?! to Holy shit! I just punched
Namjoon! with incredible speed. Oh, my God- Im so sorry! Shit! Im sorry- I didnt mean I
thought you were trying to kill me and just sorry.

Fuck, this hurts, Namjoon groans, gingerly touching the side of his face. Am I bleeding?
Disfigured? Did half my face come off? Because thats what it feels like right now.

Jins quick to assure him that, no, his face isnt disfigured (a little swollen, but nothing a bag of
frozen peas wont fix).
*

Holy sh-

No swearing! Jin quickly tells Taehyung, gesturing to where Jungkooks playing in Jimins lap.

shmoly. Taehyung lamely finishes, playfully waving at Jungkook when the boys attention is
drawn to his voice. You were even more of a spaz than Jimin is, Mom.

Jimin and Jin both scowl at Taehyung.

Why are you dressed like a thug anyway? Jin demands, heart still pounding somewhere in his
throat. Theyre standing outside of the restaurant that Jin manages on the weekends; his keys are
still in the lock and he hastily turns them, opening the door and ushering Namjoon inside while he
flicks the lights on.

Im not! Namjoon looks vaguely insulted by Jins comment, crossing his arms as he dutifully
follows the other boy through the empty restaurant.

Jin leads Namjoon into the kitchen, disappearing into the deep freeze and coming back with a
frozen slab of meat. He hands it to Namjoon, Put this on your face, itll help with the swelling.

Gross.

Hush and do it.

Namjoon looks at him through the eye thats not obscured by frozen meat, I cant believe you
punched me.

Jin puts his head in his hands, sighing heavily. For what its worth, I cant believe I did, either.

So, uh, hi. Namjoon says with a hesitant smile, Thats what I was trying to say when you
clocked me.

Hi, Jin lamely says back and hes sure his face is beet red at this point. Hes never been this
humiliated before in his entire life.

A few minutes pass in silence and Jin finally looks up from where hes been staring at the ground
this whole time. This is weird.

A little, Namjoon shrugs. I thought that if I ever saw you again itd be different.

Different?

Namjoon gestures at his face, I didnt count on you beating me up, for one.

One punch hardly constitutes being beat up. Jin disputes as he leans against the prep station.
Besides, youre supposed to be a real man, right? Thats what all your songs are about, arent
they? You should be able to handle a punch from me of all people.

Namjoon flushes, Right, yeah, I guess you know about the whole idol thing, huh?
Kinda hard not to when everywhere I go someones playing your music.

I- Namjoon sighs and runs a hand through his hair. I wanted to text you so many times after we
broke up. Especially when I was scouted; I couldve used someone to talk to, yknow?

The confession is so sudden- so quiet that Jins not sure if Namjoon even meant to voice it out
loud.

What stopped you? Jin asks just as quietly; afraid if he speaks above a whisper the mood will
dissipate into thin air and shift into something else entirely.

Too much time passed, I guess.

Jin nods; he gets it. What are you doing around here anyway? In my neighborhood where it was
supposed to be a Namjoon-Free zone is left unspoken.

Seoul's supposed to be big enough that he's not supposed to ever run into Namjoon. Ever.

You know that tall building a few blocks over? The one with the fountain out front? At Jins
nod, Namjoon says, They have a recording studio in there. I just got finished and was gonna take
the subway home-

Jin cant help but roll his eyes, You dont have a driver waiting to take you everywhere you need
to go?

Namjoon flushes in embarrassment, I mean- yeah, but not this late. Its, like, one in the morning.

Point taken, Jin thinks. Hows your face?

Namjoon sets the meat down, wincing slightly when he touches his cheek, Could be worse.

So, um, Jin sweeps his bangs off his face, staring at Namjoon and he cant help the rush of
affection he feels at seeing him again. He clears his throat, hesitant to even broach this topic. I
saw this interview you did a few weeks ago.

Yeah?

Yeah, Jin echoes. You were talking about- You were talking about me.

Namjoon visibly swallows, his Adams apple bobbing with the movement. I remember it.

You sounded like

Like what? Namjoon prompts him.

Jin shrugs, Like you still think about me.

I do. Namjoon confirms, his eyes widening like hes just realized what he said. I mean, youre
special to me- Wait, no-

Im not special to you?

No! No, you are! Namjoon furiously nods his head. I just meant that, like, youre you.
No! No, you are! Namjoon furiously nods his head. I just meant that, like, youre you.

Im me? Namjoon, you arent making any sense.

Youre special, Namjoon tells him. And just, like- I still think about you, yeah.

Jin laughs at the way Namjoons face turns red at his own confession and the younger boy groans,
sliding onto the floor in embarrassment. Jin sits beside him, chuckling, Im flattered, Namjoon.
To tell you the truth, I was kind of I dont know, scared, maybe? That you would hate me after
we broke up.

Namjoon draws his knees up to his chest and rests his head on them, Ive thought about this a lot,
Jin- like a lot, and I think that we probably needed to break up. You know, to grow into the
people we are today.

Jin thinks over his words, and, yeah, hes probably right. Namjoons always been insightful and
Jins not about to dispute that them breaking up wasnt the right choice. If they hadnt, Namjoon
might not have been scouted; Jin probably wouldve suffered in his courses trying to split his time
evenly between school and his boyfriend- Everything worked out the way it was intended to, he
supposes.

I feel bad taking up your time like this. When I saw you standing down the street, I couldn't just
not say anything, yknow? I just meant to say hi and catch up a bit, see how you were doing.

Jin raises an eyebrow because what? Namjoon feels bad for taking up his time? Jin barely resists
the urge to scoff; between the two of them, his time is far less valuable than the idols.

Youve probably got someone at home worrying about where you are, right?

Oh.

Subtle, Jin says with a smirk. Im not seeing anyone right now, Namjoon, if thats what youre
really asking.

Oh, I- I wasnt. I was just... Namjoon relents with a grin, Okay, maybe I was asking.

What about you, Rap Monster? Jin teases. Anyone special in your life?

Namjoon lifts his head, Im looking at him.

Dads smooth! Taehyung says, clearly impressed.

Namjoon crosses his arms across his chest, And just why do you sound so surprised?

I mean Taehyung gestures to his dad, Youre you.

Namjoon pointedly glowers at Taehyung until the boy ducks his head and continues writing his
report.

It would be a lie to say that Namjoon and Jin dont start dating immediately. Theres too much
 history between them to allow them to be just friends, and neither can stay away from the other for
long anyway. Namjoons contract, surprisingly enough, has no restrictions on him being in a
relationship, and Jins acclimated to juggling university and real life by now that hes not worried
about dating interfering with his studies.

Life is blissfully perfect- a feeling that Jin hasnt had in what feels like forever because being with
Namjoon is like coming home.

Jin never really saw his life going this way, though, to be perfectly honest.

He, reluctantly, gets used to being referred to as Rap Monsters boyfriend, and being
photographed when hes out and about, sleep deprived because of finals, and having tabloids
falsify stories like The struggles of dating hip-hop idol Rap Monster: Are too many fights leaving
Kim Seokjin sleepless and stressed?

And its pretty weird to attend award ceremonies and have someone pick out his clothes so he
doesnt clash with Namjoons own outfit (hes heard on numerous occasions that Namjoons
stylists think hes some kind of fashion terrorist); and getting used to his fellow classmates looking
at him in awe and reverence is definitely off putting.

But, in the end, coming home to Namjoon, exhausted and stressed from classes, is probably the
best thing in the world because Namjoon has this effect on him that as soon as he starts speaking,
Jins stress melts away and all that matters is that theyre together- a united front against whatever
the world throws their way.

See, I knew it; Fate brought them together again. Taehyung tells his brother. Fate always has a
plan.

True love can overcome anything. Jimin agrees with absolute conviction and Jin finds himself
smiling, hoping his son doesnt lose that navet of his anytime soon.

"Think you got enough for your essay, kiddo?"

More than enough, Taehyung tells his dad with a grin. I better get an A on this thing. Maybe
Ill even sell it to a magazine or something- Someones gotta want a story about the famous Rap
Monsters love life, right?

Taehyung

Kidding, Taehyung amends when his dad continues to pointedly stare at him, I wouldnt do
that! I wont. Seriously, stop staring at me like that, Dad. Mom, make him stop!

Chapter End Notes

I rewrote this chapter like four times lol But seriously, I hope everyone's liking the
journey with this family so far :D
(if you guys have any particular characters you wanna see more of, totally let me
know- i'll try my best to grant any requests i can)
 Min Yoongi VS Ji Min'gyu
Chapter Notes

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Yoongi doesnt even know what hes seeing.

Well, okay, he knows what hes seeing: Jimin talking with Ji Mingyu, arguably one of the more
popular guys in their school because, apparently, to be popular all you have to be is rich and
dumber than a signpost.

So, yeah, this is weird.

Really fucking weird.

It doesnt look like Mingyus giving Jimin a hard time, either, so Yoongis not in overprotective-
boyfriend mode (yet), but hes still cautious because guys like Mingyu are generally assholes and
they dont usually give nice guys like Jimin the time of day.

What was up with that?

Up with what? Jimin asks as he joins Yoongi at their usual table in the cafeteria.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, You were talking with Mingyu. Whatd he want?

He- Uh, he asked me out.

Alright, then. Overprotective-boyfriend mode is definitely activated now. To be fair, Yoongi

isnt the type of guy to get jealous over petty things, like, say, people checking out Jimins ass
because, hell, theyre not actively doing anything to get closer to Jimin; but this?

This Yoongi just cant stand for.

Everyone knows were dating- what a piece of shit.

Jimin grabs his hand and squeezes it, Dont worry, Suga; I told him I wasnt interested.

I wasnt worried. Yoongi mumbles.

You looked a little worried, Jimin teases, leaning into his side. Did you think I was gonna fall
for his charming pick-up line of Your ass is sick, wanna go out sometime? because, no, that
didnt really do it for me. Even you were more eloquent when you asked me out.

I was downright charming, Yoongi agrees, chuckling when Jimin just rolls his eyes. Okay,
maybe not charming, but-
Awkward. Jimin finishes for him, grinning. Cute, but definitely awkward.

Yoongi doesnt make it a habit to spy on Jimin- actually hes never done it before (and stalking
him last year doesnt count; that was in the name of love, damnit!), but drastic times call for drastic
measures.

Yoongis standing at his locker, pretending to grab his textbooks, and watching Jimin and
Mingyu talk.

Because that guy just doesnt know when to give up.

But this isnt really any of Yoongis business, so hes not gonna get involved. He trusts Jimin
enough to set the boy straight, for the second time this week, and send him on his merry way. And
sure enough, a few minutes later, Mingyu fucking saunters away and Jimin is left standing in the
hallway looking about as confused as Yoongis ever seen him.

He slams his locker shut and makes a beeline for his boyfriend, tapping him on the shoulder and
pretending that hey, I just happened to be in the area and noticed you looked a little
uncomfortable, whats up?

Mingyu asked me out again.

Did you tell him to go fuck himself? Yoongi cant help but ask, leading Jimin through the halls
towards the boys next class.

I told him I wasnt interested. Jimin frowns, I just dont get why he keeps asking me out-
like I didnt think he even knew my name and now he wants to date me? Its just kinda weird,
right?

Its annoying is what it is. Yoongi grumbles, stopping in front of Jimins math class. That kid
better get a fucking clue; Im not giving you up anytime soon.

Jimin smiles and Yoongi cant help the feeling of warmth that bubbles inside his chest at that
beaming face directed at him. Some days he cant believe how lucky he is that Jimins actually
dating him. Yoongi doesnt need anyone to tell him how precious Jimin is; hes very aware of
what a catch his boyfriend is.

Which is why hes starting to get a little irritated that Mingyu cant take a fucking hint.

A day later and the guy is talking to Jimin again; this time boxing Jimin in at his locker, and no.
This wont do. This guy doesnt get to make Jimin uncomfortable- not on Yoongis watch.

Yo, you wanna take a step back?

Mingyu slowly turns his head and looks at Yoongi, Whatd you say to me, shrimp?

Yoongis taken aback by the (albeit shitty) insult. Is he suddenly in middle school all over again
where everybody teases the fuck outta him for being short? Ill dumb it down for you since you
didnt understand me the first time: get the fuck away from him.
Hey, Im just letting Jimin here know that hes got other Mingyu looks Yoongi up and
down, smirking, options available to him.

Jimin, for his part, looks frozen in place, arms locked by his sides and bottom lip between his
teeth. He looks like hed rather be anywhere else and Yoongi doesnt blame him; Mingyu has
that effect on people.

Yoongi grabs Mingyus shoulder and forces him to face him, letting Jimin have some breathing
room. I hope youre not talking about yourself. Yoongi tells him, rolling his eyes, You dont
even register on my radar as competition; now get lost.

Thats big talk coming from someone so small.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, Was that supposed to hurt my feelings? If youre gonna go to the
trouble of insulting me, at least make it worth listening to.

Mingyu narrows his eyes at Yoongi and cracks his knuckles, and Yoongi presumes thats
supposed to be intimidating.

Its not.

Not when Yoongis been in enough fistfights with guys bigger and tougher than Mingyu.
Because Yoongis the type of guy who doesnt know when to shut his fucking mouth, and that
tends to land him in hot water on occasion.

Come on, Sunshine, lets get outta here. Yoongi ignores Mingyu and grabs onto Jimins hand,
pulling him into his side and wrapping a possessive arm around his waist as they walk down the
hall. You okay?

Jimin nods, Yeah Yeah, Im fine.

You looked a little freaked out back there,

Jimin fidgets under Yoongis gaze and shrugs a shoulder, Not a big fan of confrontation.

Arent you on the debate team? Yoongi asks with a grin, nudging shoulders with Jimin to let
him know hes teasing him.

Debating is different and you know it! Jimin laughs, stopping once he and Yoongi reach the
dance studio. Are you gonna stay and watch?

Yoongi shouldnt; hes got a ton of homework to get through before tomorrow and he promised
his mom that hed go grocery shopping, but looking at Jimin and seeing the way his shoulders are
still tense and how his smile doesnt quite reach his eyes, he knows what he has to do.

Of course; wouldnt miss it for the world.

If he can make Jimin feel comfortable and safe then hes sure as hell gonna do it. And if watching
him shake his ass in dance practice is gonna do that, well its not as much of a hardship as it
may seem.

*
Everything is normal for a week.

Jimin doesnt get ambushed by Mingyu and Yoongi doesnt have to keep watch on his
boyfriends every move. But Yoongis not fooled; hes still on his guard because Mingyu is
always there. Yoongill catch sight of him out of the corner of his eye in the halls, in the cafeteria,
outside of school- the guy is fucking everywhere.

Like hes Jimins newest stalker- and no, fuck no. Yoongi doesnt think so; hes the only one
allowed to stalk Jimin. That positions been filled for a year now, thanks, so go fuck yourself.

You look tense.

I am.

Jimin tilts his head to the side, Wanna tell me why?

Mingyu.

What about him?

Yoongi gestures to where the guys sitting a few tables away, Hes always around.

So? He does go to this school, yknow. Jimin points out, continuing to eat his lunch. Tae! Over
here!

Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on Mingyu, not sparing a glance to Hoseok and Taehyung as they
join them. Hes up to something.

Youre paranoid.

Are you still going on about Mingyu? Hoseok asks him with an exaggerated sigh. Over the
past week, Hoseoks been subjected to text after text about Mingyu and how Yoongis positive
hes cooking up some kind of nefarious plan to get him out of the picture- never mind the fact that
Mingyu couldnt spell nefarious, let alone think of a plan beyond something like Punch Yoongi,
Yoongi go down, Jimin all mine now.

Im just looking out for my boyfriend.

Jimin smiles at him, And I appreciate it, but I think were fine, Suga. He hasnt talked to me since
last week.

Im with Yoongi- the worlds karmic forces are telling me that hes still hung up on you.
Taehyung says as he digs into his pudding. Hes the kind of guy that isnt used to people saying
no to him. Remember his last girlfriend? She dumped her boyfriend for him, and he was probably
expecting you to do the same, ChimChim.

Yoongi purses his lips and scoots closer to Jimin, Hes an entitled asshole if he thinks thats
gonna happen.

Yoongis walking to the bathroom when he hears Mingyus obnoxious fucking voice, and
normally Yoongi wouldnt give a damn about what Mingyu has to say, but he hears Jimins
name, and damnit, now hes gotta know what the guy is saying.

He turns the corner and sees Mingyu and his friend (Yoongi doesnt have a clue who he is- some
other popular kid?) leaning against some lockers.

Ive got my car riding on this, man, Im not gonna lose because his boyfriends always fucking
around-

Corner him in the bathroom or something. Youve got, like, two more days until the bets over.
How hard is it to get him to suck your dick?

Im telling you, thats why Jae chose him! That fucker knew this Jimin kid wouldnt cheat on his
boyfriend.

Too bad, that kids got cocksucker lips-

And nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Yoongis heard enough to last a fucking lifetime. He wont
stand around and listen to two assholes talk about his boyfriend like that. Jimin does not deserve to
be talked about that way- hes practically a ball of sunshine and Yoongi will be damned if hell let
anyone talk shit about him.

Yoongis not sure if hes ever been as angry as he is right now. He doesnt think of anything
besides kicking the shit outta the two as he stalks his way over to them, and it doesnt even occur
to him that this might not be the best idea- to take on two guys who are much taller and bulkier
than he is, but whatever. Doesnt matter.

Jimins honor, or something like that, is on the line, and Yoongi is gonna make sure these guys
know not to fuck with him or Jimin again.

Hoseok would like to make it clear that hes a lover, not a fighter.

Except for right now, because hes got Jung Hwan in a headlock while Yoongi and Mingyu are
wrestling on the ground beside him.

Honestly, Hoseok was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and if a teacher sees them
fighting, hed like to point out that he got roped into this fight unwillingly- sort of... maybe- okay,
fine, not really (he wasnt gonna let Yoongi fight two guys on his own, and, hey, dance is kinda
like fighting, right? He should do fine).

Anyway, its not like he or Yoongi started the fight.

(He finds out later that, never mind, Yoongi definitely started the fight. But for good reasons that
Hoseok is 100% behind because the shit that those two were pulling is so not cool.)

I cant believe you got suspended.

Yoongis lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, It was worth it.

I swear, if he ever comes near me again, Im gonna beat him up, too! Asshole thought I was
gonna blow him?! What is wrong with people nowadays?

I think I made it pretty clear that you werent gonna do that, Sunshine, Yoongi tells him with a
grin. I feel bad that Hoseok got suspended, too.

Yeah, Taes moping about not being able to see him for a week. J-Hope already texted him and
told him that his mom isnt letting him have any visitors all week.

Yoongi sighs, Yeah, my moms probably gonna say the same thing when I ask her if you can
come over.

Good thing she hasnt taken your phone away, then.

Yet.

Dont jinx it!

Yoongi chuckles at the sound of panic in Jimins voice, Sorry, I take it back. So uh, did you
tell your parents?

Of course.

Yoongi nods; hed figured that Jimin would tell them because that family tells each other
everything. Its nice, but still he didnt think they needed to know that their sons boyfriend got
suspended. Yoongi doesnt wanna come off as a bad influence on Jimin or anything. Your
parents probably arent too impressed-

Actually, I think you gained a few brownie points with them. They both looked downright
pleased when I told them why you got suspended. Mom even said what you did was very
chivalrous.

Yoongis eyes widen in shock; he wasnt expecting that. His own mom was less than thrilled
when shed gotten the call from school that he was suspended for fighting- even when hed told
her why he was fighting, shed just sighed and told him to go to his room.

Hey, I gotta go; Kookie wants me to read to him, but Ill text you later, okay?

Say hi to Kookie for me, Yoongi tells Jimin, laughing when he hears Jimin relay the message to
Jungkook and the boys loud response of Hiiiii Shhhooogah! Love you, Sunshine.

Love you, too, Suga. See you in a week.

Yoongi hangs up, setting his phone beside him on the bed. He grabs a permanent marker from his
desk and walks over to his calendar, circling Wednesday of next week and writing See Jimin
Again underneath the date.

Seven days and counting

Chapter End Notes

Alright, lovelies, I've got the next few chapters roughly planned out in my head, and I
think you'll be pleased to hear that they include the entire family (along with Yoongi
and Hoseok) together in one part and another Kookie POV :D

I'm super excited for it, hope you guys are, too!
<3
 V-Hope, Party of... seven?
Chapter Notes

Did someone order V-Hope with a side of OT7?

See the end of the chapter for more notes

How do I look?

Jimin scrunches up his face and Taehyung gets the distinct feeling that his brother is not on board
with his outfit. Too much yellow?

Unless the look youre going for is a banana, then, yeah, too much yellow. Jimin agrees, getting
up from his spot on Taehyungs bed to rifle through his brothers closet. He casts a backwards
glance at Taehyung and shakes his head, Where did you even get yellow pants?

Theyre yours. Taehyung flops down onto his bed. Remember when you were a fireman for
Halloween a few years back?

Jimin pokes his head out of the closet, You little thief! I was looking for those last year- I
shouldve known you took them. He tosses a pair of shorts at Taehyung, Put these on. The
yellow shirt can stay if it must.

Taehyung grabs the shorts, scrutinizes them, and throws them back, much to Jimins confusion. I
thought you liked these? You wear them all the time.

I mean, Im new to the whole dating thing, but arent you supposed to wear fancy clothes when
you go out to dinner? Hoseoks seen me in shorts, like, every day after school.

Jimin raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Taehyungs current outfit, And you thought, what? That
looking like a banana was fancy?

Taehyung laughs, I wasnt going for a banana! But, I dunno- I thought since Hoseoks favorite
color is yellow he lets the sentence hang in the air, shrugging a shoulder. I just want him to
like me as much as I like him.

Tae, have you seen the way he looks at you? I dont think you have to worry about impressing
him. Jimin tells him, grinning. But this look is definitely you, and if you think hes gonna like
it he sighs, shaking his head in amusement, then you should wear it I guess.

Arent you going out with Yoongi tonight?

Jimin nods.

Youre not wearing that, are you?

Jimin looks down at his clothes and shrugs, seemingly uninterested in talking about his own
fashion choices. Maybe. Depends where we go.
So, like, you dont care what you look like around Yoongi anymore? Taehyung curiously asks.
Like, hes probably seen you at your ugliest, right?

My ugliest? Jimin repeats with a scowl.

Taehyung nods, grinning cheekily, Yeah, like when youre in your sweats or pajamas.

Thats when Im at my ugliest, is it?

Taehyung laughs, nodding his head and yelping when his brother goes to smack him. To be
fair, Taehyung says between giggles, youre always ugly- those are just the times when youre
ugliest- Ah!

Jimin tackles Taehyung to the floor and the situation quickly devolves into a wrestling match, talk
of clothing abandoned for the time being.

Somehow, and Taehyungs still not sure how this happened exactly- but somehow his and
Hoseoks date has turned into a family outing.

Which, uh Taehyung wasnt really expecting that to happen, to be perfectly honest. This
definitely wasnt his original intention when he'd made a reservation and had specifically stated
party of two, not party of seven. But whatever. It's not like Taehyung's upset at his date being
barged in on or anything...

This is nice.

I think you mean weird. Jimin corrects his mom, gesturing around the table where nobody is
talking. This is definitely weird.

Itd be less awkward if you didnt draw attention to the fact that this is weird. Namjoon points
out, rather unhelpfully, Jin thinks.

It wouldve been less awkward if everyone hadnt decided to sit with us, Taehyung counters
with a shrug. Just saying.

I was against this. Yoongi lazily tells him, I told Jimin we shouldve waited for our own table-

(This place is packed. You sure you wanna eat here?

Jimin immediately nods his head, Ive got coupons.

Yoongi sighs, Great, were those people now.

What people?

Coupon-people. Yoongi gestures at the papers in Jimins hands, Theyre embarrassing- put
em away.

Jimin rolls his eyes, holding them out of Yoongis reach, Hey, Im treating you to dinner, and if I
want to save a bit of money, thats my own business.
Thats you being cheap is what it is. Yoongi mutters under his breath. Come on, lets go in.

Jimin whimpers at the line of people in front of them. Im gonna starve to death if we dont eat
soon!

Yoongi squints at where the hostess is standing, reading the chalkboard behind her head. It says
theres a forty-five minute wait. Can you wait that long?

Jimin frowns; torn between using his coupons to get a ridiculously delicious meal and treating his
boyfriend to a nice dinner, or going through drive-thru because hes sooo hungry and his
stomachs growling, and Yoongi just might have to hold him up because he can feel himself going
limp from a lack of strength due to starvation-

Oh.

Wait a minute.

Hold off all talk of starvation.

Theres Tae!

Yoongi looks to where Jimins pointing and spots Taehyung and Hoseok at a reasonably large
table- and, no. He knows exactly whats going through Jimins mind.

No.

But-

We are not crashing their date.

Its not crashing it. Its called double-dating. Jimin argues with him, dragging Yoongi through
the crowd of people waiting and into the dining room.

Jimin, no!

Jimin ignores his boyfriend, unceremoniously dropping down into the empty seat beside
Taehyung with a grin. Fancy meeting you two here.)

Jimin sighs dramatically, The line was out the door! We wouldnt have gotten a table before I
passed out! My stomachs practically eating itself!

You literally ate, like, Yoongi checks his phone for the time, two hours ago. How are you still
so hungry?

I barely ate anything-

Yoongi snorts, I dont know if two pizzas count as barely anything.

Jiminie, dont tell me you ate those pizzas I had in the freezer? Jin sighs, tsking when Jimin
hesitantly smiles at him. Those were supposed to be for dinner on Saturday.

I was hungry! Jimin defends himself with a pout. If they werent supposed to be eaten, you
shouldve left a note or something.
Do you really want me to leave notes on everything I dont want you to eat, Jimin? Jin tiredly
asks. Id just like you to think before you devour anything you want, okay?

Fine, yeah, whatever. Jimin sulks, and Yoongi sighs because now its his responsibility to get
Jimin out of his bad mood- it's basically part of the Boyfriend Code.

Hey, theyve got chicken. Yoongi points at the menu, frowning when Jimin just shrugs. Oh,
come on, dont be like that. You love chicken.

Im not hungry anymore.

Yoongi scoffs, Please, whore you trying to fool? Youre always hungry.

Im not always hungry, Jimin argues.

Like, 90% of the time you are. Taehyung jumps in, laughing at the look of annoyance on his
brothers face. You eat as much as Mom.

I have a normal appetite, thank you very much, Jin says, ignoring the way Namjoon snorts and
shakes his head at his statement. I eat a healthy amount-

For a horse, Namjoon chuckles, heedless of the glare his husbands giving him. Ive said it
since we first started dating- youve got a hollow leg when it comes to eating.

And I hate it when you say that. Jin grumbles.

Can I just point out that Im a growing boy? Jimin says, clearly still irritated. Its normal for me
to be hungry.

You know, Taehyung grabs everyones attention, I see a free table over there, He gestures
across the restaurant, pointedly staring at his mom and dad, Hint, hint.

I think Taehyungs trying to tell us to leave, Namjoon.

Namjoon nods his head, Yes, Im getting the distinct feeling he doesnt want us here.

Its nothing personal. Taehyung tells his parents, smiling innocently at them. I dont want
anyone except Hoseok here. Not just you two.

Oh, Namjoon grins, the action not quite reaching his eyes, I feel so much better now,
Taehyung, thank you.

I told you we shouldve gone to another restaurant, Namjoon. Jin pointedly tells him.

(Namjoon, have you seen my coupon book?

Considering I wish you didnt own it, no, I havent seen it.

Jin frowns, rummaging through the kitchen, I swear I saw it this morning.

Why do you need it? Namjoon asks, hoping that the thing is gone forever; he doesnt even
know why Jin bothers with clipping coupons. Theyre well enough off that he has absolutely no
need to. I thought you were making soup tonight?

Jin sifts through some papers, handing one to his husband, Theres that invitation you were
looking for. And I was going to until the boys told me they were both going out tonight. Whats the
point of making dinner just for us?

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, So I could eat it?

Dont be silly, Namjoon. Jin tells him. Besides, if everyone else is going out, why shouldnt
we? We havent had a proper date night in weeks.

Namjoon looks at where Jungkook is playing with his toys on the floor. I dont think it counts as
just us when were gonna bring Kookie along.

Jin shrugs, Its as close as were gonna get to being alone.

Point taken.

Jin throws his hands up in defeat and grabs Jungkook off the floor, I give up. You drive and Ill
see if I can find them in the car.

By the time they arrive at the restaurant Jin still hasnt found the coupons, but they do see Jimin,
Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi sitting at a table.

Lets just pop over and say hello.

Thats possibly the worst idea Jins ever heard Namjoon say. We should go; well be intruding
on their date.

Namjoon waves his husbands concerns away, Were doing no such thing.

Theyll be embarrassed if we eat at the same restaurant. Lets just forget about the coupons, not
that I could find them anyway, and we can go to that place with the dumplings you like so much-

Or not because Namjoons striding his way towards their kids and before Jin knows it, theyre all
sitting at the same table.

And as awkward as it may be, Jin thinks its kind of nice having everyone gathered together for
dinner.)

I dont know why we cant stay. Jimin grouses. We could have a double-date.

If youre operating on that logic, Jiminie, then your mom and I could also stay. Make it a triple-
date. Namjoon points out, much to Taehyungs growing horror.

No offense, but double dating with my parents and my brothers isnt really what I had in mind
for tonight, Taehyung mumbles, shooting Hoseok another apologetic look, mouthing Sorry! over
and over again.

Well I still think this is nice. Jin states, folding his napkin into his lap and fastening a bib around
Jungkooks neck.

Taehyung looks longingly over at where there are now two free tables.
Hey, Hoseok whispers to him while the others are deciding what to order, cheer up. Your
familys great-

Yeah, sure, Taehyung agrees with an eyeroll. Intrusive, but great.

Honestly, Taehyung loves his family, but would one night away from them be such a bad thing?

Halfway through dinner and Taehyung isnt sure whether or not this is some kind of big, cosmic
joke the universe is playing on him.

Because not only has his date turned into a family dinner, but now Hoseok is covered in food-

And who was having the spaghetti?

Jin waves the waiter over to his side of the table, patting the spot in front of Jungkook, but, of
course, before the meal makes it to Jungkook, Jimin slides his chair out, going to get up, and
makes the waiter trip.

Which, in turn, leads to Hoseok getting a bowl of spaghetti on his head.

Jungkook is screaming his little lungs out-

Because Hoseok is wearing his dinner, and, honestly, Jungkooks more than a little upset that his
least favorite person in the world has just ruined his meal.

and his mom might just be a little (or a lot) tipsy.

Namjo- Jin hiccups and covers his mouth with a giggle. Namjoonie, be a dear and order me
another drink while I take Kookie outside to calm him down.

Namjoon shakes his head, I think youve had enough, Princess. Why dont I take Kookie and
you can have some bread, okay? Sop up some of that alcohol thats in your system. He gets out
of his seat and hoists Jungkook out of his own, shushing the boy as he makes his way out of the
restaurant, apologizing to any annoyed customers he sees along the way.

Can I borrow your napkin?

Jimin stifles a laugh when he passes his and Yoongis napkins to Hoseok, whos got tomato sauce
dripping down his face and strands of spaghetti hanging off his shoulders like theyre tassels
attached to his shirt.

So, uh, this dates on par with our first one, isnt it?

Hoseok dabs at the sauce covering his eyes and laughs, nodding his head. On the plus side, Im
not sporting any bruises.

Yet. Taehyung wipes at Hoseoks hair, picking out chunks of tomatoes. Mom, can you get the
bill?

Jin nods, the action much sloppier than it would be if he were a little more sober.
 Ill get it, Yoongi says, getting up from the table. Make sure your mom drinks some water. Ill
get some more napkins, too.

Jimin scoots over to his dads vacant seat and hands his mom a glass a water, Went a little too
hard on the soju, huh?

Dont sass your mom, Jin tells him, waving an unsteady finger in his face. I can handle my
liquor very well, Ill have you know.

Were so gonna use this as blackmail someday, you know that, right? Jimin laughs, letting his
mom lean his head against his shoulder.

Yoongi comes back, the bill and a stack of napkins in his hands. He drops the napkins in front of
Hoseok and hands the bill to Jin, taking it a moment later when the man carelessly drops it onto
the table.

So, Im thinking for our next date-

Taehyung stares at Hoseok, eyes wide and mouth open in shock. Are you serious? You still
wanna date me? After all this?

Hoseok looks at Taehyung like hes crazy, Of course; I like you, Tae. No amount of tennis balls
to the face or spaghetti in my hair is gonna change that.

I feel like most people would be running for the door right about now, Taehyung says. Dating
me seems like its detrimental to your health.

Im cool with that. Hoseok bluntly tells him, smiling. So, next week, he continues, how
about I invite you over to my house when my familys out and well order a pizza or something,
yeah? Just the two of us. How dangerous could that be?

I guess well just have to wait and see, Taehyung jokes, flicking a noodle out of Hoseoks hair.
He doesnt know what he did to get so lucky to land a guy like Hoseok as his boyfriend, but hes
infinitely glad the boy doesnt look unsure (like at all) about wanting to continue dating him.

Taehyung idly wonders if this is what Jimin feels like when hes with Yoongi; or even how his
dad and mom feel about each other- deliriously happy, comfortable, and excited to see what the
future holds for them.

Chapter End Notes

Poor Taehyung- this kid just can't catch a break when it comes to dating J-Hope lol

Hope you guys liked it <3

 adventures in babysitting
Chapter Notes

Can you guys believe it was already five chapters ago that Kookie was the star of his
very own chapter? Crazy!

So, who's ready for another installment from our favorite Golden Maknae?

See the end of the chapter for more notes

It all starts with Jimin and Taehyung watching YouTube videos because theyre bored of playing
cards with Yoongi and Hoseok. Honestly, theres only so many times that they can play Crazy
Eights before someones (more specifically- Taehyungs) attention wanders off for good.

Technically, theyre all supposed to be working on homework (Jimin has a science project that
was due last week; Yoongi has roughly four million algebra questions that need answering;
Hoseok has an essay due on Monday on a book he hasnt read yet; and Taehyung doesnt even
remember getting an assignment from his history class, but apparently he has one), but that plan
deteriorated about as quickly as anyone would expect.

With their dad at work for the afternoon and their mom out of town until tomorrow, Jimin and
Taehyung dont have anyone nagging them to get their work done.

And its a breath of fresh air- if not a little irresponsible of them.

But whatever; theres still Sunday to do homework, so nobodys that worried.

Hoseok and Yoongi opt to play solitaire together while watching a baseball game on TV, content
to let Taehyung and Jimin entertain themselves online.

From one link to another, they get sidetracked of their original videos of conspiracy theories and
start watching videos of free running. Then a couple videos of cute kittens. Then back to amateur
stunts. And, well, thats how Jimin and Taehyung wind up on the roof of the garage while
Hoseok and Yoongi remain blissfully unaware that their boyfriends are complete morons about to
get hurt while Jungkook naps in his room, his baby monitor on the coffee table in case he wakes
up (theyre supposed to be babysitting, after all).

You sure we cant die from a fall this high?

Taehyung looks below them, shrugging a shoulder. Im sure itll be fine.

Jimin bites his lip. So we just tuck and roll? Right?

Uh, yeah. Taehyung nods, leaning forward and grabbing onto Jimins hand. Youre sure the
cameras filming us?

Jimin points across the yard where theres a video camera haphazardly placed on a wheelbarrow.
Originally, Jimin had gone to get Yoongi or J-Hope to film their stunt, but Taehyung had pointed
out that theyd probably try and stop them from jumping off the roof- even though they totally
know what theyre doing and nothing can possibly go wrong.

On three?

Jimin swallows nervously. One.

Two. Taehyung takes a step forward.

Shit!

Jimin stares in shock at his dad, You just swore Ive never heard you swear before.

Ah, Im sorry, Jimin, ignore that, Namjoon absently tells his son, trying to staunch the blood
coming from Taehyungs leg. He takes his tie off and wraps it around the boys leg, helping him
into his car. Taehyung, what were you thinking?!

That the roof wasnt high enough to get hurt from?

Jimin snickers, but gasps when his dad helps him stand next, the pain in his own leg throbbing so
bad that Jimins surprised he hasnt started crying yet. At least hes not bleeding like his brother,
though; he managed to avoid falling on the sprinkler.

His dad pokes him in the arm, grabbing his attention and looking equal parts unimpressed and
concerned. And you? Whats your excuse? You saw your brother jump off the roof, get hurt, and
you thought, what? I want to be an idiot, too, and practically give my dad a heart attack when he
comes home from work to see his children lying in the front yard- looking like theyre dead?

Um Jimin shrugs a shoulder, causing his dads frown to deepen, I mean, we jumped at the
same time, so

Idiots, the both of you, Namjoon mutters, and helps Jimin limp towards the car.

Wait- why are we getting in the car?

Namjoon heaves Jimin into the backseat, To go to the hospital, Jimin. Honestly, use your head.
Both of you, stay put- Ive gotta get Jungkook, then well head out.

Taehyung pokes his head out of the window of the car, No need. Hoseok and Yoongi are
watching him.

Jimin watches as his dad slowly turns around to face Taehyung, arms crossed over his chest, You
left your brother with your boyfriend?

And Jimins boyfriend! Taehyung quickly says. Kookie loves Yoongi!

Jungkook loves the TV remote, too, but you dont see me leaving it in charge of him, do you?

Dad, Kookies fine. Yoongi loves the little guy- he wouldnt let anything happen to him. Jimin
explains.

Namjoon ignores Jimin in favor of stalking his way into the house, spotting Yoongi and Hoseok
in the living room, watching TV, Jungkooks baby monitor on the coffee table. He makes his way
to Jungkooks room, peeking in and seeing the boy sleeping peacefully- a rare occurrence when
Jins not around to tuck him in and read him a bedtime story.

Namjoon sighs heavily and closes the door, walking back to the living room. I dont want to
alarm either of you, but Im taking Jimin and Taehyung to the hospital-

What?

Oh, my God! Are they okay?! What happened?

Theyll be fine- they just jumped off the roof is all. Namjoon waves their concerns away,
though the two boys look like theyre even more worried now. Its probably just a sprained ankle
and some cuts and bruises, but Im still going to get them checked out.

Yeah, yeah, of course. Hoseok readily agrees, wringing his hands. Can we- I- Can we come?
Id like to make sure Taes okay and be there for him, and-

I actually have a favor to ask you both, Namjoon cuts him off.

Yeah, anything, Yoongi immediately stands, pulling Hoseok up with him, ready to do whatever
the man wants them to do.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, I wouldnt normally ask something like this, but I need
someone to watch Kookie; Id rather not have him running around a hospital-

Say no more. Yoongi nods. Well look after him until you guys come back.

Namjoon smiles tiredly at Yoongi, Thank you both. Im hoping to be in and out of there in an
hour- two at the most.

Dont worry, Mr. Kim, Hoseok reassures him, weve got everything under control here.

Jungkook doesnt remember falling asleep, but that happens sometimes. Hes tired a lot and
Mommy says its because hes a growing boy, so Jungkook sleeps as much as he likes and
sometimes he wonders if the reason Daddy looks so tired is because he doesnt nap as much as he
should. Daddys a growing boy, too, isnt he?

He blinks the sleep out of his eyes and its when his vision isnt blurry anymore that he realizes
hes not in his bed- hes in someones arms.

They dont smell like Mommy or Daddy or Jmin or TaeTae, and Jungkook gets scared. Why
isnt Mommy holding him? Wheres Daddy?

So Jungkook calls for them, and then again even louder when nobody answers him. Why isnt
Mommy coming- What happened to Mommy? Mommy told him he wouldnt be gone for more
than a few days and it feels like its been an eternity! More than a few days has to be over, right?

Jungkook wiggles around in whoevers arms that are holding him; let him down! He has to go
find Mommy!
Someones cranky when he first wakes up, isnt he?

Jungkook freezes at the sound of the voice and he cranes his head upwards, but his necks at a
funny angle and he can only see the boys chin- until the boy looks down at him and oh no.

Not this boy again!

Jungkook looks around wildly, looking for Mommy or Daddy or TaeTae or Jmin, but he doesnt
see anyone, and why did they leave him all alone with Hoosuk? Are they coming back? Was he a
bad boy and Mommy and Daddy arent coming back?

Daddy promised him Mommy would come back soon- that he wasnt leaving forever; but maybe
Daddy lied to him

Jungkooks jostled slightly as someone else grabs him and he looks at the boy holding him,
breathing a giant sigh of relief when he sees Shhhooogah! Shhhooogahs here! Jungkooks never
felt more relieved because if Shhhooogahs here then Jmins gotta be around somewhere, too,
right?

Jmin!

Jungkook looks over Shhhooogahs shoulder and recognizes the living room because there are his
toys! Theyre still on the ground where he was playing with them before his nap, but why isnt
Jmin coming? Wheres Jmin? Did he leave like Mommy and Daddy?

Was Jungkook a bad boy? Is that why Mommy left? Jungkook hasnt seen Mommy in forever and
he misses him because Mommy is his favorite person in the whole wide world and he knows how
to tuck him in at bedtime, and he rocks him to sleep- and why did Mommy have to go?

Mommy!

Jungkook starts crying, thrashing in Shhhooogahs arms, because he wants Mommy! Mommy
wouldnt leave him forever, would he? Jungkook can be a good boy, he promises! Hell eat his
vegetables when Daddy asks him to and hell go to bed when its dark out! Come back, Mommy!
He can be a good boy!

Shh, Kookie, shh, stop crying, your momll be back tomorrow. Its just us for right now, okay?
So you gotta stop crying, can you do that for me?

Jungkook wants to be a good boy and listen to Shhhooogah but Mommys gone and hes never
coming back- and Daddy isnt here either! And Jmin and TaeTae disappeared, too, and Jungkook
doesnt understand why everyones gone but he doesnt like it and hes scared-

So maybe just us babysitting wasnt such a good idea?

He just misses his mom, that's all.

Jungkook wipes at his eyes at the mention of his mom and looks around, trying to see if Mommys
back.

Well what does Jimin usually do when Jungkooks in a bad mood?

Jungkook snaps his head to glare at Hoosuk; he is not in a bad mood! Hes sad! Theres a
difference!

Hey, Kookie, you want a horsey ride?

Jungkook resolutely shakes his head, burrowing into Shhhooogahs sweater and blowing his nose
on it.

Come on, you like horsey rides, dont you? I know you do.

Jungkook does- he really, really, really likes horsey rides, but Shhhooogah doesnt get it!
Jungkook wants Mommy or Daddy or TaeTae or Jmin, not a horsey! Theyre not the same thing!

Hoseok, get down, Ill put him on your back.

To Jungkooks horror Shhhooogah puts him on Hoosuks back and Jungkook crosses his arms
across his chest, pouting. He doesnt want a horsey ride! And he especially doesnt want a horsey
ride from Hoosuk! Why is Shhhooogah being so dumb?

Hes almost as bad as Daddy is when he doesnt understand what Jungkook wants. Why are
grown-ups so stupid?

Are you a dead horse or something? Move!

Jungkook faceplants onto Hoosuks back when the boy moves, lurching him forward, and
Jungkook has to hold onto Hoosuks shirt to not fall off- and maybe Jungkooks having a little bit
of fun maybe.

Hes smiling! Keep it up!

Jungkook kicks his legs to make the horsey go faster and he laughs when Hoosuk neighs like a
real horsey, and hes really good at being a horsey! Even Shhhooogah isnt this good at being a
horsey!

Ive found my true calling, Suga! From this moment onward I demand to be called J-Horse!

Jungkook finds himself forgetting all about Mommy and Daddy and TaeTae and Jmin and
wondering where they went because Hoosuk is galloping through the house and into the kitchen,
and Jungkook makes grabby hands at the cookie jar thats on the counter- and its too high for him
to get to, but Shhhooogah gets him a cookie, then another, and Hoosuk slowly crawls back to the
living room, flopping onto the ground.

Jungkook pats Hoosuk on the back, Good horsey!

J-Horse was a good horsey, wasnt he, Kookie?

Jungkook eagerly nods his head at Shhhooogahs question, grinning widely at the boy. J-Horse is
a very good horsey! J-Horse is the best horsey!

Horsey!

J-Horseys tired, Jungkookie. Its Sugas turn to be a horse, right?

Jungkook looks at Hoosuk with watery eyes; why doesnt he wanna play with him anymore?
Jungkooks been a good horseback rider! He even let Hoosuk take a break earlier when they went
upstairs and played in TaeTaes room, and then again in the backyard. How many breaks does
Horsey-Hoosuk need?!

Come on, Kookie, Ill be your horsey-

No! Jungkook pushes Shhhooogahs hands away and loops his arms around Hoosuks neck,
holding as tight as he can. Wanna play with Hoosuk! He pets Hoosuks head because hes been
a good horsey, and holds out part of his cookie for the boy to take, Share?

Thank you, Kookie- that was very nice of you!

Ive never seen him share a cookie with anyone, Hoseok.

Does this mean he likes me?

I think it means he likes J-Horse.

Jungkook eats the other half of his cookie, smiling when he bites down into a chocolate chip and
its so yummy, and he wonders if he can trick Shhhooogah into getting him more cookies because
theyre so good and Mommy baked them and when Jungkook eats them he doesnt miss Mommy
as much as when hes not eating them.

Tae texted and said he and Jimin are both okay, but now theyre stuck in traffic. He said they
might be there a while.

Jungkook looks at Hoosuk when he says Tae- even though its TaeTae, not just Tae, but
Jungkook can teach Hoosuk the right way to say his brothers name. Hes a smart Kookie, after
all, and Hoosuk doesnt look that dumb. It should be easy. But thats for later because right now
Jungkooks busy dragging Shhhooogah and Hoosuk upstairs into his room where his stuffed
animals are.

Jungkook grabs his rabbit and hands his stuffed lion to Shhhooogah, grabbing his stuffed giraffe
and giving it to Hoosuk. He sits on the floor and starts playing where he left off before his nap-
but maybe this wasnt such a good idea because Shhhooogahs calling his lion a boy! Shes a girl,
not a boy! Youre playing wrong!

How do you play right?

I dont know, but youre making him mad, man.

Jungkook puts his lion back in the toy pile; if Shhhooogah cant tell the difference between a boy
lion and a girl lion then he doesnt get to play at all! Shhhooogah, time out!

Jungkook smiles when Hoosuk laughs loudly, and maybe Jungkook was wrong about Hoosuk
Maybe Hoosuk isnt so bad. Hes a very, very, very good horsey after all and he does Mr.
Giraffes voice just like Jmin does it, and he keeps smiling at Jungkook and he even makes
Shhhooogah get them more cookies.
Yeah, Jungkook nods his head, smiling brightly at Hoosuk, this boy isnt bad at all. TaeTae was
right! He is fun!

Taehyung leans on his dad as they enter the house. By the time they get home its dark out and
Taehyung feels so incredibly bad that Hoseoks been stuck babysitting his little brother who cant
stand him-

Is that?

Yeah

Taehyung, Jimin, and their dad all share a confused look because theres Jungkook, on top of
Hoseoks chest, both of them fast asleep while Yoongi rushes over to see Jimin and make sure his
boyfriends all right.

Uh Taehyung cautiously says, Does Kookie know who hes sleeping on right now? Should
I prepare for some screaming when he wakes up and sees Hoseoks face?

Yoongi chuckles, Nah, theyre good friends now.

No way. Jimin protests with a shake of his head. Kookie hates him.

He loves him. Yoongi insists, going over to the pair and poking Hoseoks cheek until the
younger boy awakens. Hey, theyre back.

Tae! Hoseok jumps up, cradling Jungkook to his chest as he runs over to Taehyung, fussing
over him and making sure hes still in one piece. Youre okay? No broken bones?

Taehyung shrugs, Bruised tailbone and twisted ankle, but thats about it.

Hoosuk?

Hoseok looks down at Jungkook and smiles at him, Rise and shine, Jungkookie.

Namjoon goes to take Jungkook from Hoseok, only for his son to start squirming in his grip,
How about we put you to bed, huh, kiddo? You still look pretty tired.

Horsey? Jungkook flails an arm out and grabs onto Hoseoks shirt. Horsey-Hoosuk?

Hoseok grins and gets down on the ground, Okay, one more horsey ride. Once Jungkooks on
his back, he flashes a grin at Taehyung before neighing and shuffling around the living room on
his hands and knees, disappearing into the kitchen a moment later, much to everyones
amusement.

When the two finally come back, Jungkooks happier than Namjoons seen him since Jin left
yesterday (though that could be due to the cookie in his hand) and he reluctantly parts Jungkook
from his new friend. You can see Hoseok again another day, okay, Kookie? Hes gotta go home
now; its bedtime.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side like hes trying to understand his dads words and Hoseok grins
at him, ruffling his hair. Well play again soon, I promise.
 Pinky swear? Jungkook asks, all innocence and wide eyes and Hoseoks practically reduced to
a puddle of goo at that ridiculously adorable expression.

He links his pinky with Jungkooks own smaller one, Pinky swear.

Jungkook looks at Daddy with sad eyes. Hoosuks gone, Mommys gone- everyones leaving! He
kicks the blankets off his body and sits up, immediately settling back down into bed when Daddy
looks at him and uses his serious voice to tell him to lie back down.

Daddy? Mommy coming back?

Hell be back tomorrow, Kookie. Daddy tells him, kissing his forehead, and Jungkook claps his
hands together- Shhhooogah wasnt lying when he told him that Mommy was coming back!
Mommy will be back when he wakes up in the morning and Jungkooks gonna tell Mommy all
about Hoosuk and how hes such a good horsey, and how he knows how to do the good voices
for his toys, and how Shhhooogah gave him a bunch of cookies-

Hes got so, so, sooooo much to tell Mommy in the morning! He cant wait!

Chapter End Notes

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 the interrogation of Min Yoongi
Chapter Notes

Strap yourselves in, darlings, and prepare to go back in time; Yoongi is about to meet
Namjoon and Jin for the first time!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Yoongi thought this was the right thing to do.

Turns out he was out of his goddamn mind to suggest to Jimin that maybe- just maybe after dating
two months, he should meet his parents.

He shouldve known something was up with the way Jimin avoided the question like the plague
on numerous occasions. But Yoongis stubborn and has absolutely no problem following Jimin
around all day, every day, pestering him until the younger boy gives in, because he likes Jimin
enough that meeting his parents is the next logical step in their relationship.

What are these?

Flash cards.

Yoongi turns the index cards over in his hands, And why are you giving me flash cards?

Jimin narrowly dodges a stray basketball that comes sailing at his head. Maybe basketball practice
wasnt the best time to meet up with Yoongi? You wanted to meet my parents- Im preparing
you for that.

Youre-

Preparing you for it, yeah. Jimin repeats, taking the flash cards from his boyfriend and laying
them on the bench theyre sitting on. Okay, first things first-

Thats a cute idea and all, but I think Im good without them.

You have no clue what youre getting yourself into. Jimin warns him, as serious as Yoongis
ever seen him. Im not even kidding when I say theyre gonna interrogate you.

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he takes a drink from his water bottle. Stop trying to make me nervous.
Theyre just your parents.

Oh yeah? Jimin raises an eyebrow, My dad takes you into his studio. Its just the two of you
and he doesnt say anything; hes waiting for you to speak first. What do you say?

Yoongis taken aback by the sudden scenario, but nevertheless humors Jimin, Alright, were in
his studio, so I guess I start by saying Im a big fan-

Jimin makes the sound of a buzzer, loudly and annoyingly, and shakes his head, Wrong. Now he
thinks youre only dating me so you can meet the famous Rap Monster. Congratulations, youre
now single.

Wait! Yoongi holds his hands up. That isnt fair! Let me try again!

Nope, you failed with my dad. Jimin tells him with a shrug. You better hope you can impress
my mom.

Moms love me. Yoongi assures him and Jimin rolls his eyes because Min Yoongi has yet to
meet anyone as formidable as his own mom.

Theyre gonna split us up. Jimin informs him before they enter his home, squeezing his hand in,
what Yoongi assumes, is supposed to be a reassuring way, but only ends up making his hand
clammier, and fuck, did he always sweat this much? Dont be nervous.

Im not.

Youll do great! Jimin assures him, opening the door. Mom! Dad! Im home!

Yoongi steps into the house and toes off his sneakers, arms stiffly at his side as Jimin leads him
into the kitchen to grab something to drink.

Ah! This must be the famous Min Yoongi.

Yoongi exhales slowly, trying to remember how to speak without stuttering. He greets Jimins
mom and dad with a polite hello, surprised when a cookies offered to him, along with a glass of
milk. They make small talk and Yoongi thinks that this isnt so bad- a few questions here and
there about his and Jimins relationship, but nothing he cant handle.

Until

Jimin, why dont you help me start dinner.

Yeah, itll give me and Yoongi a chance to get to know each other.

Alarm bells go off in Yoongis head and he shoots Jimin a panicked look, getting a nervous smile
from his boyfriend in return as he finds himself being led through the house, away from Jimin and
his mom, and to, what he assumes, is the studio. Yoongi reminds himself to not act like a fan, but
its hard when theres gold and platinum records hanging along the wall; photographs of Jimins
dad with every rapper imaginable; and top of the line recording equipment that Yoongi just barely
restrains himself from drooling all over.

So, Yoongi, tell me

Let the interrogation begin, Yoongi thinks, steeling himself. Hes ready. Hes so fucking ready!
Hes gonna make the best first impression!

Have you kissed my son?

Nope. Never mind. Hes not ready. Definitely not ready for that fucking question. He thought
theyd start off with something a little less blunt than that.
Still hes not gonna lie to the man. Yes.

And all he gets for his honesty is a blank stare.

He probably shouldve lied.

Have you tried pressuring Jimin into having sex with you yet?

Holy shit, this is awkward.

Also, a little insulting.

I wouldnt do that, sir. Like, ever.

Youre an older boy, arent you, Yoongi? Im sure youre far more experienced than my son is.
You must get certain urges,

Umm, yeah, I guess?

Jimins dad stares at him, cocking his head to the side, You dont want Jimin to help you out with
those types of urges-

So, so, so, so, so awkward.

No- I wouldnt- I I want to- But- No, thats not Yoongi hangs his head, exhaling slowly.
He collects his thoughts and tries again, Whether you believe me or not, I respect your son, Mr.
Kim. I would never ask Jimin to do anything like that.

Well see about that. Jimins dad mutters just loud enough that Yoongi hears him. My son
sometimes refers to you as Suga, why?

Its just a nickname.

Your nickname is Suga? Jimins dad asks, lip curling up in distaste and Yoongi can just imagine
all the horrible things hes thinking the nickname Suga could stand for. And Yoongis sure that
none of them paint him in a flattering light.

Im the shooting guard for our schools basketball team. Yoongi hastily explains, though Jimins
dad still doesnt look happy with his answer, so he needlessly elaborates, You know, shooting
guard; Suga. Its just a stupid nickname.

The man just hums in response and Yoongi gets the distinct feeling that this is not going well.

You look uncomfortable.

I am. Yoongi readily admits. This is a little nerve wracking.

Jimins dad grins at him, and thats probably supposed to be comforting, but Yoongis so on edge
right now that it just freaks him out even more. Deep breath. Im just trying to get to know you
better. This is just a friendly little chat were having.

Bullshit; Yoongi gets the feeling that hes being lulled into a false sense of security.
Am I right to assume you dont smoke?

Yep. Definitely a false sense of security.

No, sir.

Any drugs?

Never.

Are you failing any classes?

Yoongi shakes his head, Not that I know of. Historys not going great, but I doubt Im failing.

Are you serious about dating my son, Yoongi?

Yoongi doesnt hesitate to nod his head, Absolutely.

Why?

Yoongi really, really wishes he could express himself better with words. As it is, I like him is all
that comes out of his mouth, and fuck, this is going so much worse than hed ever imagined it
would.

Jimins flash cards so didnt help!

Why? Jimins dad presses him for an answer and Yoongi shrugs helplessly.

Because hes Jimin. Yoongi answers, and though it might not be the answer the man wants to
hear, its the only one Yoongi can think of. Because theres no one reason why he likes Jimin so
damn much- therere a million little reasons, and every day Yoongi finds more and more things he
loves about the boy.

Dad? Jimin steps into the studio, Dad, Mom wants to know if you can go get some milk from
the store,

Not a problem. In fact, why dont you come with me, Jiminie, and we can let your mom get
better acquainted with Yoongi.

Yoongi forces himself to smile and nod his head, following the two back to the kitchen. His legs
feel like jelly after that little interaction and Yoongi is 90% positive that his clothes are soaked
through with sweat.

Jimin pats him on the back before leaving with his dad, calling over his shoulder that theyll be
back in a bit, and Yoongi is left standing in the middle of the kitchen while Jimins mom ties an
apron around his waist. Do you know how to cook, Yoongi?

A bit.

The man smiles at him, Good, then youre already more useful than my husband is in the kitchen.
Off you go, theres an onion over there for you to chop up.

Yoongi does as hes instructed and finds that Jimins mom is surprisingly easy to talk to; they
make small talk over inconsequential things like the weather and what Yoongis favorite foods
are. He laughs at the stories he hears about Jimin when he was younger, and everything is going
smoothly.

Its a breath of fresh air compared to his interrogation a few minutes ago.

Kookies down for his nap right now, but Im sure hell be thrilled to meet you when he wakes
up, Yoongi.

Yoongi finds himself smiling, Jimin talks about him a lot. Im excited to meet him, too.

I would normally rope Taehyung into helping me with dinner, too, but Astronomy Club is
tonight and hes quite dedicated to it- hes very fond of outer space, that one.

Yeah, Ive heard him talk about it once or twice. Or six-thousand times before.

Jimins mom wipes his hands on his apron and hands Yoongi some tomatoes to cut. Are you
coming to the dance showcase next week?

I thought Id surprise Jimin by going, yeah. Yoongi tells him, now onto chopping the tomatoes
into small chunks. I kinda thought it might be nice to get him something, too. Just to say, like,
good job, or whatever.

Im sure Jimin would love that. Jimins mom smiles at him encouragingly, Anything in
particular you were thinking about?

I was thinking of getting him fried chicken. Yoongi says, much to the amusement of the other
man. I mean, I dont think hes into flowers and hes always hungry, so

You definitely know my son. Jimins mom says with a laugh. Ill be right back, Yoongi, keep
chopping.

Yoongi nods, grabbing the carrots as hes left alone in the kitchen. Hes so caught up in trying to
not cut his fingers that he startles when he hears footsteps against the tiled floor, calming when he
sees its just Jimins mom and Jungkook, he presumes.

Didnt want Kookie to sleep too long, or else hell be up all night.

Right, yeah. Yoongi absently says, completely fascinated by the baby. Hes never been around
kids before and its almost like meeting a new species. The boy is looking at him curiously and
Yoongi stares right back before he wonders if maybe he should smile at the kid or something-
except, no, because now the kids making a face like hes gonna cry. And, fuck, did he do that?

Great; the kid already hates him.

Dont mind him; hes cranky from waking up. Jimins mom tells him, turning his head to the
right and grinning, I think I hear Namjoon pulling in the driveway. Here, he hands Jungkook to
Yoongi and Yoongi holds the baby at arms length, eyes wide. Hold him for a second, will you?
Im gonna go see if thats them.

Before Yoongi can tell Jimins mom that, no, trusting him with a baby is a very bad idea, the man
leaves and Yoongi is left holding a wriggling baby. He hesitantly brings the kid to his chest and
starts to rock him, trying to remember what hes seen people do with babies in movies. So, uh,
hey. Im Yoongi. Nice to meet you.

Jungkook just stares at him.

Im dating your brother. Yoongi tells him. Jimin, not, um not Taehyung. And, uh, I hope we
can be friends?

Yoongi watches as Jungkooks eyebrows furrow together, like hes trying to understand what
Yoongis telling him. Not very talkative, huh? Thats cool. Me neither. He rubs circles along the
boys back and smiles when he yawns, I probably shouldnt let you fall asleep. I think your mom
wants you to stay awake, kid.

Jungkook yawns even wider and snuggles into Yoongis shirt.

Okay, you win. You can have a short nap, but only cause youre cute. Thisll be our little secret,
okay?

Yoongi likes to think that Jungkooks way of agreeing is by drooling all over his t-shirt.

Jimins on his way to bed from the bathroom when he hears his parents voices. He creeps down
the stairs and hovers just outside the living room, listening in:

...hes a good kid.

Unless he was lying-

Hes a good kid, Namjoonie. Cut him some slack; he answered all of your crazy questions, he
knows how to help out in the kitchen, anyone can see that he cares about Jimin, and he passed the
Kookie test.

True; from what you said, he didnt freak out when you left him alone with Kookie. Not like that
last boy Jimin brought home-

I came back to the kitchen to find him yelling at Jungkook when he started crying! Who yells at a
baby?

Jimin frowns when he thinks back on his last boyfriend. He wasnt kidding when he told Yoongi
that it was possible to start out the night in a relationship and finish it a few hours later single.
Hyong Jihoon was one such occurrence.

Im still going to keep a close eye on him, Jin.

If this boy is as crazy about Jimin as he seems to be, I dont think we have anything to worry
about.

Jimin scurries down the hall and barges into his brothers room, flopping down onto Taehyungs
bed (and, by extension, his body).

This beds taken! Go sleep in your own!

Jimin pokes at his brother until Taehyung bats his hand away with a grunt. Mom and Dad like
him!

Taehyung blearily opens his eyes, ChimChim, I love you, but I dont care, go away.

They said Yoongis a good kid! Jimin continues to enthuse, smiling widely. Theyve never
liked anyone Ive dated before!

And by anyone you mean the two other guys? Taehyung mumbles into his covers, trying to
kick Jimin off the bed.

Did they say anything to you when you got home? Did they mention that they liked him? Jimin
continues babbling, heedless of Taehyungs protest of Im trying to sleep here! Kookie didnt
even cry-

Taehyung tiredly sits up in bed, Yes, Jimin, Yoongis great- everyone thinks hes fucking
fantastic. Now let me sleep! I just got back from staring at constellations for, like, two hours
straight! Im tired, leave me alone!

Jimin laughs and snuggles further into Taehyungs side, opening his mouth again, much to
Taehyungs displeasure. And he-

Ah! Taehyung covers his ears and pulls the blankets over his head, trying his best to ignore his
lovesick brother. Oh, my God! Stop talking about Yoongi!

Jimin playfully shoves his brother, Hey, when you date someone Ill listen to you talk about them
all you want-

Taehyung scoffs, Please. Im not dating anyone anytime soon. Our entire schools filled with
nothing but boring people. If Im gonna date someone, theyre gonna have to be pretty amazing to
catch my attention and hold it.

This isnt fair.

I mean Jimins trails off, shrugging a shoulder. What did you expect?

Yoongi narrows his eyes at the scene playing out in front of them. I expected it to go about as
smoothly as it did with me. This is just so not fair.

Its J-Hope. Jimin says, like that explains everything. Everyone likes him. Its really hard not
to.

No, your dads supposed to be scary and intimidating! Yoongi insists, scowling as he watches
Jimins dad laugh at something Hoseok says. Not smiling!

Listen, some people just make better first impressions than others-

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at Jimin, Are you saying I make bad first impressions?

Uh, yeah, Jimin nods, thats exactly what Im saying.

Theyre both staring as Hoseok charms Jimins parents, Taehyung interacting every so often,
 when Yoongi slowly turns to look at Jimin from where theyre hovering just outside the room,
Ill be right back.

Jimin shrugs in response and Yoongi comes back a minute later with Jungkook in his arms, setting
the boy down on the ground and directing him over to where Taehyung and J-Hope are.

Youre being petty. Jimin tells him with a laugh. You know Kookie doesnt like him.

Yoongi crosses his arms across his chest, Listen, Im just trying to even the playing field here-

What playing field? My parents love you!

Now they do, sure, but I had to earn that over the course of an entire year! Im just gonna let
Hoseok have a little taste of what its like to not have everyone fawning all over you.

Youre a terrible friend. Jimin points out. You should be happy J-Hope and my parents are
getting along.

Yoongi shakes his head, Nope, I want him to know what it feels like to have to work for
someones affection.

A terrible, terrible friend. Jimin maintains, trying to resist the urge to laugh when Jungkook
climbs onto Taehyungs lap and immediately starts crying at the sight of J-Hope. There? You
happy now?

Very.

Chapter End Notes

So, originally, I maintained that it didn't matter whether or not you wanted to think
Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were Namjoon and Jin's biological or adopted
children (personally, I was leaning more towards biological)- but now... I have some
tentative ideas about the next few chapters, and I can write them to either include
adoption scenes or non-graphic mpreg. So here's my question for you, lovelies, what
do you guys think about mpreg? Do you guys care whether the boy's are Jin and
Namjoon's biological kids or not? Which would you prefer?

I know some people aren't down with mpreg, and that's totally fine; I don't want to
make anyone uncomfortable- that's, like, the last thing I wanna do when it comes to
this story. So, yeah, feel free to let me know your opinion on the matter <3
 welcome to the family, Kim Taehyung [part 1]
Chapter Notes

Oh, my goodness! I don't think I've ever been as excited to write a chapter as I was
for this one!

Seriously, though, you guys had so many wonderful opinions and I kept each one in
mind when I was writing this. In the end, I decided to go with my gut and I hope that
nobody is disappointed with the direction this story's taking <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jin didnt mean to adopt Kim Taehyung.

Wait- that sounds bad. He did mean to adopt him, but it wasnt like this was a decision he and
Namjoon talked about beforehand. Not much, anyway.

Adopting Kim Taehyung was absolutely the most impulsive thing Jins ever done in his entire life.

And he doesnt regret that decision for a second.

Jin rolls his eyes when he reads the white board in the on-call room:

Kim Seokjin 05:00 22:00 Pediatric Wing

Honestly, Jin likes kids- he does, but hes been stuck in the pediatric wing of the hospital since he
started his internship at Daegus easternmost hospital two weeks ago. Hes not aiming to become a
pediatrician, so its a little bothersome to keep getting shoved into that department, but whatever.
Its not like hes jealous of the other interns who get to help out in the ICU. Hes absolutely not
jealous that they get to have hands-on experience with any number of ailments on a daily basis
while Jins stuck tending to ouchies and booboos for fifteen hours a day- okay, fine, maybe hes a
little jealous of the other interns.

Its just that hed like to spend his days saving lives and not giving out lollipops to kids who are
just there to get a flu shot.

Four years of university, another four years of medical school, and now hes qualified to give
sweets to children.

He hopes Namjoon appreciates the sacrifice he made by moving with him to Daegu for the time
being- because he couldve been interning at Seouls busiest hospital right about now, but no. He
just had to love Namjoon and want to be near him and support him, and, really, did Namjoon
have to record his new album in Daegu of all places? Just what was wrong with all the recording
studios in Seoul, Jin doesnt know, but never mind. Its fine. Everythings great and Jins just
being crabby (possibly because their new apartment is right beside the train tracks and he gets
woken up every two hours by noisy trains rolling by); he can totally adapt to life in Daegu.
Just give him a few weeks.

Jins busy looking at his next patients chart when the boy in question comes bounding into the
room with all the enthusiasm of a puppy and happily plants himself on the examination table,
swinging his legs back and forth with a large smile on his face.

Four years old. Complaints of headaches and slight dizziness, coupled with nausea. No previous
illnesses in the past two years. Healthy weight and height for a boy his age.

Kim Jin quickly scans the boys name on the chart again, Taehyung, Im Doctor Kim. I hear
youre not feeling well?

The boy, Taehyung, shrugs a shoulder, seemingly more interested in the medical posters on the
walls than on the doctor in front of him.

Im told youre getting headaches. Is that true, Taehyung?

Sometimes. Whats your favorite color?

Jins slightly taken aback by the abrupt subject change. Uh, pink. Whats yours?

I like pink, too! Taehyung practically screams in excitement. But I like green! And white! And
black, too! Do you watch cartoons, Doctor Kim? I love cartoons!

I like cartoons, sure,

Cool! Do you like pizza? I love pizza!

Only crazy people dont like pizza! Jin tells him. Whats your favorite kind of pizza?

All kinds- Oh! But maybe pepperoni! Or cheese! I dont know; I cant decide! No vegetables,
though!

Jin laughs, taking the boys temperature while hes distracted. Do you like ice cream?

Taehyungs eyes widen and he grins widely, nodding his head with such force that his hat flies off
his head. I love it! Its soooo good! I could eat all the ice cream in the world!

Jin smiles at the boy, righting his hat back on his head. I like it, too. So, Taehyung, can you tell
me when your head hurts the most?

Taehyung stares intently at Jin and smiles, jumping off the examination table and coming to stand
in front of him, Youre really pretty, Doctor Kim.

Jin blinks in shock, then feels his face heat up from embarrassment. Oh, uh, thank you,
Taehyung. Thats very kind of you to say. Now, how about you hop back on the examination
table-

Will you marry me?

Jin takes a moment to be thoroughly stunned at the question, then tries his hardest to not laugh
at how adorable this kid is; he doesnt think the boy would take too kindly to having someone
laugh after issuing a marriage proposal.

Ill marry you on the condition that you answer my questions, okay, Taehyung?

Taehyung nods and climbs back on the examination table, playing with the sanitary paper thats
crinkling under his body whenever he shifts the teensiest bit. It hurts when I watch TV or when I
color pictures, or when I read my books. Like, like Taehyung trails off and bites on his lip like
hes thinking of how to explain to Jin what happens when his head hurts. Like when I read,
sometimes the words go all fuzzy, and then I feel kinda dizzy. Am I sick?

Jin jots the boys answer to his previous question on the chart in his hands and stands, grabbing
his stethoscope from around his neck. Thats what were here to find out, but I dont think theres
anything to worry about.

Jin puffs out a breath on the stethoscope to warm it a bit and presses it inside Taehyungs shirt,
chuckling when the boy gasps at the cool metal against his skin, squirming to get away. Jin notes
that Taehyungs heartbeat is strong and healthy and checks the boys ears next, then his throat and
finally his eyes- and, yep, just like he thought.

Jins not an optometrist, but hed wager a guess that Taehyung needs glasses.

Like yours? Taehyung excitedly asks, reaching out and taking the frames off Jins face, slipping
them on his own and squinting when he, obviously, cant see clearly. I dont think I need glasses,
Doctor Kim.

Jin takes his glasses back with a laugh and puts them on, ruffling Taehyungs hair. Mine are
probably a bit too strong for you. When you go see the eye doctor, hell make sure your glasses
are perfect for you. Sound good? At Taehyungs nod, Jin sets his chart down and opens the door
to the exam room, Lets go see your parents and tell them the news, okay?

Jins halfway out the door when he notices Taehyung- bright, energetic Taehyung, scuffing his
shoe against the floor, his arms crossed over his chest. Jin steps back inside, closing the door, and
crouches down so hes eye-level with Taehyung. Is something wrong?

I dont have a mommy or daddy; I dont think they wanted me. Taehyung whispers, avoiding
eye contact with Jin. Im an orphan.

Jins had a tiny amount of counselling training during medical school, enough that his bedside
manner isnt atrocious, but he doesnt think any amount of training could prepare him for a
statement like that- so heartbreakingly honest. Taehyung looks like hes close to tears and Jin
doesnt blame him. How could a four year old possibly hope to understand the complexities that
come with putting your child up for adoption?

Taehyung Jin trails off, putting a comforting hand on the boys shoulder, and then pulling
him into a hug. He doesnt know what to say to make the boy feel better, but Jins been told that
his hugs are pretty good at getting people out of bad moods, so thatll have to do for now.

A week later and Jin cant stop thinking about Kim Taehyung.

He can still see the boys downtrodden face when theyd finally left the exam room and entered
the waiting room, where Jin had explained the situation to the woman waiting for Taehyungs
appointment to finish- a stern, older woman who, in turn, explained that while the Catholic church
that housed Taehyung and others like him had enough funds to send him for a checkup, money
was tight and getting him glasses just wasnt a possibility right now.

Jin had only nodded his head, understanding (but not thrilled about) the situation, and waving
goodbye to Taehyung as the boy trudged after the woman and out of the hospital.

I thought you were going to sleep?

Jin looks up from his laptop and grins sheepishly as Namjoon enters the bedroom, settling beside
him in the bed. Im just trying to get around the hospitals stupid policies.

Already trying to break the rules, huh?

Jin swats Namjoons arm, Im not breaking any rules. Yet.

Whatre you trying to do? Namjoon looks at the laptop, eyes quickly scanning over the words
on the webpage. Eye exams and free glasses for a patient of yours?

Jin nods, There was this boy that I saw a few days ago; the church that looks after him doesnt
have the money to get him glasses, so I thought-

That youd try and help out. Namjoon finishes with a smile, kissing Jin on the cheek. I assume
the hospital doesnt like to give out free things, though.

Not so much, no.

We could just buy him glasses. Namjoon offers as he grabs his book off the nightstand.
Moneys not exactly tight right now.

I wasnt going to ask-

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, I know.

Im quite capable of dealing with this on my own-

I know. Namjoon repeats with a grin. Youre stubborn and I know you dont like it when I pay
for things- like letting me pay your student loans back, but let me do this, yeah? Its just a pair of
glasses, Jin, and it means a lot to you, so it means something to me, too.

Jin shakes his head, I appreciate the offer, Namjoon, but this is something Id rather do myself.
You understand, right?

Of course. Namjoon says with a sigh, slipping his own glasses on and immersing himself in his
book. Just if you do need help at some point-

Jin kisses Namjoon on his cheek. Ill ask for it.

Another week passes by before Jin admits defeat (Daegu Medical Legality System: 1, Kim
Seokjin: 0) and has Namjoon accompany him to the nearest optometrist office, setting up a
payment plan for Kim Taehyung and arranging for the charges to be put on Namjoons credit
card.

I promise, when I have the money, Ill pay you back-

Namjoon rolls his eyes and slings an arm around Jins shoulders, leading them back to his car,
You know, he muses with a grin, when you finally agree to marry me, my money will be
yours, too. So just think of this as you paying for it, okay?

Jin shoves Namjoon playfully, When you propose properly I just might consider marrying you.

And just what was wrong with me proposing on our anniversary last year?

Jin groans, We were in the middle of a fight! A proposal shouldnt be something you do to end a
fight. It should be special and well thought out, Namjoon.

Namjoon unlocks the car as they near it, Ill try and work on that, then.

It should be romantic. Jin adds as an afterthought. And I should cringe at how cheesy it is.

So many rules, Namjoon mumbles as they enter the car. He starts the ignition and backs out of
the parking spot, So where does this kid live?

Jin raises an eyebrow, Why?

Arent we going over there to tell them to get that kid to the optometrists office? Namjoon asks.
Address, come on, Jin, give it to me.

Jin shakes his head, No, no, I dont want to intrude-

Didnt you say he lived at a church? Im not against driving to every church in Daegu, especially
since Im sure I could find out which one houses orphans.

Jin exhales and rattles off the address to Namjoon, watching the city blur by as they drive further
and further out of the city, only to pull up to a large church with a playground right beside it,
children happily playing on it.

Namjoon parks the car and gets out, Jin following him a moment later. Lets go in,

Jin walks up the steps and into the church, looking for anyone over the age of six, and finally
spots a man a few feet away. He lightly taps him on the shoulder, Excuse me?

The man turns around and smiles kindly at Jin and Namjoon, bowing in greeting. Are you here
to worship?

Jin shakes his head, Sorry, no. Im Kim Seokjin, a doctor- I treated a young boy, Kim Taehyung-

Oh dear, is there something wrong with him? The man frowns, I couldve sworn we were told
he was fine. He just needs glasses, right?

Right, Jin tells him. Thats right.

Unfortunately, moneys a little tight. We have many mouths to feed and, well, the donations from
the community only go so far. You understand, of course.

Of course. Jin readily agrees, nodding. But thats actually why were here. Weve set it up so
that Taehyung can go to this optometrists office, he hands the man a business card with the
address on it, and get an eye exam and glasses- free of charge.

Free of charge?

Namjoon chuckles at the dubious look on the mans face and rubs at the back of his neck, I
mean, itll be free for you, he admits. But were more than happy to help out.

We really couldnt accept-

Jin places his hand on the mans shoulder, smiling gently, Please, let us help.

Then I and the church thank you for having such a generous soul, Doctor.

Its our pleasure. Jin says, bidding the man goodbye. He and Namjoon leave the church and
head back to the car but are stopped by a small body slamming into Jin and latching itself to his
side.

Doctor Kim! Taehyung smiles up at him and Jins surprised that the little boy actually
remembers who he is. Did you come to see me? Are we gonna get married now?

Namjoon merely raises an eyebrow at the boys question and Jin shakes his head in amusement,
Oh, Taehyung, Im much too old for you.

Probably. Youre really old. Taehyung agrees before turning his attention to Namjoon and
frowning, Whore you?

This is Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin introduces them, smiling as Taehyung excitedly shakes
Namjoons much larger hand with both of his own smaller ones. Hes my boyfriend.

Taehyungs eyes widen, Are you gonna get married to him, Doctor Kim? Hes as old as you
are!

Maybe you can talk him into it, Taehyung. Namjoon says. He keeps saying no to me.

Taehyung pulls at Jins hand, causing the man to crouch down to his level. You should marry
him, Doctor Kim! Hes got white hair! Thats cool!

Jin can hear Namjoon trying to muffle his laughter. Maybe one day, Taehyung.

Why not now? Taehyung persists, Dont you love him?

Yeah, dont you looooove me? Namjoon mock pouts, sidling up to Jin and leaning his head on
the mans shoulder.

Jin rolls his eyes and pushes Namjoon away, Not right now, I dont. He looks down at
Taehyung- at the clothes hes wearing that are clearly the wrong size; the shoes on his feet that
look like theyre barely being held together; and Jin feels the strongest urge to provide for this
boy.
And if that isnt a shock to his system, he doesnt know what is. Because Jin wants nothing more
than to buy this little boy everything his heart desires- Jin wants to make sure he grows up
knowing what having a family who loves him feels like because Jin cant even begin to imagine
what its like going through your childhood without parents to tell you how much they love you
each and every day, or-

Jin shakes his head.

Hes the boys doctor, not his parent, for goodness sake. He has to remain professional. Hes just
being a good doctor by making sure Taehyung gets the glasses he needs, thats all.

Thats all, he firmly repeats to himself as his heart clenches painfully when he and Namjoon
finally part ways from Taehyung (much to the boys infinite protests and pouting) and the boy
goes back to playing on the swings, looking as defeated as Jin feels.

Cute kid, Namjoon says as they drive away and Jin has to restrain himself from turning around
in his seat and having one last look at Taehyung. He absently nods in agreement with Namjoons
comment and wonders if this hollow, almost guilty feeling in his chest will go away with time?

It doesnt.

Jin finds himself concerned for Taehyung all the time- wondering if the little boy has gotten his
glasses yet; if hes got a warm coat for the upcoming winter months; if hes eating a balanced diet-

He doesnt let Namjoon know hes grown such an attachment to the boy- he doesnt think
Namjoon would understand. After all, Jins only met with the boy twice, and how is it possible
that he just keeps thinking about him- worrying about him. Its crazy, possibly borderline
obsessive behavior and maybe he should get his head checked out, just to make sure hes not
going crazy

Namjoon?

Hmm?

Namjoon, look at me.

Namjoon looks up from his notebook, lyrics forgotten for the moment. Yeah?

You want kids, right?

In the world? Or, like, in our home? Namjoon asks, needing clarification.

In our home. Jin rolls his eyes, I dont think you have any control over whether there are
children in the world.

Oh, um, Namjoon shrugs a shoulder. I guess, yeah. I havent really thought about kids, but
yeah, sure. Theyd be nice to have around one day.
But one day doesnt seem soon enough to Jin

Jin doesnt even know who he is anymore; theres an empty feeling in his chest, he can swear he
hears his own biological clock ticking (if you buy into such nonsense), and the last time he and
Namjoon went shopping, he had to stop himself so many goddamn times from buying toys to take
to Taehyung.

He gets saddled with interning in the pediatric wing of the hospital yet again and wonders why he
doesnt feel any kind of connection with any other patients he sees. Because maybe its just
natural that when you work with kids you get a little attached to them- you want to see them
healthy and happy, and honestly, Jin would find that a comforting thought if he felt the way he
feels for Taehyung towards his other patients.

Because all of his patients are cute kids like Taehyung (or, well, most are cute, some of them will
hopefully grow into their looks), and Jin sees the way their own parents interact with them, the
fond look they get in their eyes, and its with a shockingly clear mind that he realizes he already,
kind of, maybe, sort of acts that exact same way with Taehyung.

I checked my credit card statement this morning, Namjoon says when he comes back from the
recording studio, practically dragging his feet with how exhausted he is. Looks like they finally
got that kid his glasses.

Oh, good, good. Jin grins at Namjoon, kissing him and sitting him down at the kitchen table. He
doesnt have to go to work for another few hours (because who doesnt love the 2AM to 4PM
shift?) and sets a bowl of soup in front of his boyfriend. Eat, then get some rest.

Yes, Mom. Namjoon jokes, but it stops Jin dead in his tracks and his throat constricts a little.
Mom.

...He could be a good mom.

Jins moving on autopilot. He doesnt even realize hes halfway to the orphanage until a song of
Namjoons comes on the radio and snaps him out of his daze and he focuses on just what the hell
hes doing- which is, uh going to see Taehyung.

Just to check up on him, Jin insists to himself, humming along to the music in the car. Except
when he finally gets to the church and hes bombarded by Taehyungs eager presence and hes
asking Jin a million and one questions about this and that, and if he likes his new glasses, and the
boy looks as excited to see him as Jin is to see him, and its almost too much.

Jin cant just leave again.

He just cant.

Doctor Kim?
Jin looks around for the voice and sees the woman from Taehyungs appointment so many weeks
ago at the hospital. Shes as severe looking as ever, hair pulled tight into a bun, but judging from
the way two little girls are holding onto her hands and staring adoringly at her, shes obviously
good with children.

Jin smiles at her, I hope you dont mind; I was hoping I could check up on Kim Taehyung...

The woman stares at him, unmoving, and Jin briefly wonders if it's not okay that hes here to see
Taehyung.

Im interested in adopting him. are the next words that pop out of his mouth and the woman
looks as surprised as he is that hes said them. Jins frozen on the spot as the woman gently smiles
at him and ushers him inside the church, the twin girls scampering off to play on the hopscotch
court.

The woman gestures for him to sit across from her in the small office she leads him to. Do you
have any other children, Doctor Kim?

Jin shakes his head, No, no, I- uh. I dont. Hes needlessly nervous. Like hes at a job interview,
and maybe thats a more accurate description than he realizes, because hes absolutely being
assessed as a prospective parent for Taehyung.

Are you married?

Another shake of his head, No.

Are you single?

I live with my boyfriend-

We usually prefer married couples when it comes to adopting a child-

Jin feels his heart clench painfully; he cant let a detail like that be a deciding factor in whether or
not hed be a suitable parent for Taehyung- Besides, he and Namjoon are practically married!
What difference would a marriage certificate really make? Were engaged! Jin blurts out, and,
fine, its a lie, but its for a good reason, so maybe that makes it okay?

I assume, then, that he would be adopting the child with you, Doctor Kim. Is that correct?

Jin shrugs helplessly at her question, I dont know.

Maybe, she says, clasping her hands together on the desk, for right now, you can visit with
Taehyung until you know for sure whether your partner is interested in adopting, as well.

Jin nods, Yes, of course; youre right. He sighs, Im sorry; I shouldve thought about that
before coming here.

Its alright. she assures him, You can visit with Taehyung as much as you want- maybe bring
your partner along to see if you all get along and form a bond of sorts? Then you can decide
whether or not adoption is right for you.

Definitely, yes. Thank you. Jin says as hes led outside the church and back into the harsh
sunlight of the morning sun. The woman points over towards where the swings are and Jin spots
Taehyung, alone, on one.

Wheres your boyfriend? Are you still getting married one day?

One day, yeah. Jin answers, pushing Taehyung higher on the swing, Namjoons at work.

What does he do? He looks like a teacher. Taehyung muses aloud. He looks smart. Is he
smart?

Jin briefly entertains the idea of Namjoon as a teacher and laughs. No, hes not a teacher, but he
is smart! Hes a hip hop idol.

Whats that?

He makes music. Jin explains. Maybe one day he can rap for you. Something rated PG.

Cool! Taehyung calls out after Jin pushes him even higher than before, his legs kicking wildly
in the air.

When Taehyung grows tired of the swings, he and Jin sprawl out on the grass and watch a few
other kids kick a soccer ball around. Do you want to go play with them?

Taehyung shakes his head, Theyre not my friends.

Where are your friends, then? Jin asks, looking at the other groups of children playing around
them.

Taehyung picks at a few blades of grass, twirling them between his fingers, I dont really have
any friends.

I find that hard to believe, Jin smiles at him, frowning when Taehyung just shrugs in response.
Why dont you have any friends?

Everyone says Im weird.

Youre not weird, Taehyung. Jin firmly tells him, tilting the boys chin up to stare at him, You
are perfect, just the way you are. Dont let anyone tell you any differently.

Will you be my friend, Doctor Kim?

Always.

Jins about to back out of the underground parking structure underneath his and Namjoons
apartment when his boyfriend taps on his window, startling the hell out of him. He rolls the
window down, Namjoon, I thought you were gonna be stuck at the studio today. I was just
heading to the store.

Were you? Namjoon smirks at him, crossing his arms across his chest. Are you sure about
that?

Jin stays silent.

Look, I know Im a busy guy, and I can be kind of oblivious, but, Jin come on. Did you really
think I wouldnt notice that youve been disappearing all the time?

I didnt know how youd react if you knew where I was going, Jin quietly admits.

Well nows your chance to find out Namjoon prompts him, smiling encouragingly.

Jin purses his lips and sighs, Ive been going to visit Taehyung at the orphanage; hes such a
sweet boy, Namjoonie, and I didnt want to scare you off by talking about how much Ive been
thinking about adopting him, and-

Scare me off? Namjoon scoffs. Jin, I love you a crazy amount, and I always imagined that
wed have kids one day-

But not this soon! Jin interrupts. Were supposed to be married, Ill be a resident at a hospital-
not an intern, well have our own house, and then well talk about kids-

Hey, Namjoon reaches into the car and grabs onto Jins hands, bringing them to his lips and
pressing a kiss to them. Just because were doing things a little backwards, doesnt mean its not
the right time. You know that, right? If you think Taehyung is the missing piece of the puzzle with
us, then I dont want us to miss out on this opportunity to bring such a wonderful little boy into
our lives and raise him.

You barely know him, Namjoon. Jin weakly protests and Namjoon gets the distinct feeling that
Jin wants him to be the voice of reason here- to be the person to tell him that hes crazy for
wanting to adopt a kid hes only known for a short while. Except Namjoon knows how big of a
heart Jin has and if hes already given a piece of it to Kim Taehyung, then Namjoon wants to
bring that little boy home with them as soon as possible. Its as simple as that.

Lets change that, then, yeah? Namjoon says and gets into the passenger side of the car,
fastening his seatbelt. I want the chance to love him as much as you do, Jin. Its not fair that
youve been going to visit him without me.

Jin subtly wipes at his eyes with his sleeve, If I had known you wouldnt be against the idea, I
wouldve brought you sooner.

Soon enough, Jins solo visits evolve into Namjoon tagging along whenever theyve both got a
day where they can escape from work, sometimes bringing Taehyung lunch or dinner depending
on when they arrive at the orphanage.

Whenever theyre not seeing Taehyung, theyre talking about Taehyung- so much that it becomes
a nightly thing; wondering how hes doing, if hes managed to become friends with anyone yet, if
he likes the new scarf they bought him

Without realizing it, Namjoon becomes as ridiculously attached to the little boy with the box-like
smile, too big ears and infectious laugh as Jin is.
We should definitely adopt him. Right? Namjoon casually says when theyre eating dinner one
night and Jin leaps into his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks, peppering kisses on Namjoons
face, and whispering yes! yes! yes! over and over again.

The next time they go to visit Taehyung, Jin goes off to find the woman in charge of the
orphanage and Namjoon is left playing with the boy on the monkey bars, helping him cross them
and high-fiving when he drops back to the ground with a cheer.

Taehyung, Namjoon starts, taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves, you like me and Jin,
right?

Taehyung happily nods his head, content to play in the sandbox that hes dragged Namjoon into.
He starts making a castle and Namjoon hands over the shovel thats lying next to his leg. How
would you feel about us adopting you?

Taehyung snaps his head to look at Namjoon, narrowing his eyes slightly, Nobodys ever
wanted to adopt me. Why do you? he demands, expression guarded and Namjoon finds himself
wondering how many times this sweet, innocent boy has been passed over by other couples
because he isnt as young as the other children.

Namjoons seen how quickly the babies in this place get adopted, but children like Taehyung
well it turns out that not as many people are looking for kids whove already started to shape
themselves into the wonderful people they are today; everyone wants to mould kids into their own
image. And if prospective parents cant do that, certain kids tend to get overlooked.

Kids like Kim Taehyung- four years old and already suspicious of adults and their motives.

We like you, Taehyung.

Why? Im not a baby, you know. Taehyung stands up on his tippy-toes and spreads his arms as
wide as he can, Im a big boy!

Youre a very big boy, Namjoon agrees with a smile. Look how tall youre getting! Soon
youll be taller than me!

Im gonna be as tall as a dinosaur when Im older! And everyone will call me Tae-Rex!
Taehyung boasts and Namjoon chuckles, nodding his head. Are you sure you want a dinosaur to
live with you and Doctor Kim?

I would be honored if a dinosaur-in-training like you would consider living with us.

Taehyung scrunches up his face like hes thinking really hard, and finally nods his head, Ill think
about it.

Of course, no more than five minutes later when Jin comes back from talking with the woman in
charge of adoptions, Taehyung runs to him at full-speed, gleefully shouting about wanting to live
with him and Namjoon, and can he go home with them today? Can he? Can he?

Theres a ton of paperwork to fill out- seriously, Jin doesnt think hes ever answered so many
invasive questions about himself and signed his name on so many forms in his entire life.

The church doesnt have the most legal of processes to transfer guardianship of Kim Taehyung
over to someone else, but the company Namjoons contract is with has a team of excellent lawyers
that Namjoon enlists the help of to make the process smoother and more legitimate.

The perks of being an idol actually come in handy; Namjoons paperwork gets ushered through
South Koreas legal processes that much faster, and suddenly (unwantedly, Jin grouses) its all
over magazine stands and talk shows that Rap Monster and long-term boyfriend Kim Seokjin
secretly adopted a child while in Daegu?!

Of course, if having his privacy invaded is the price to pay for getting Taehyung to live with them
faster than usual, then Jin will happily pay it.

It takes Taehyung a few weeks to stop calling Jin Doctor Kim, and then a few months to get him
to stop calling both him and Namjoon Mr. Kim and instead Jin and Namjoon, but then one day
when Jins in the middle of trying to write his resignation letter to the hospital, Taehyung comes
running up to him, asking as politely as he can (which still kind of sounds like demanding, but its
okay; hes trying to learn manners and thats all that matters) if Jin will play with him.

Id love to, Tae, but Ive gotta finish this letter. Can you wait a few minutes?

Taehyung sighs dramatically and flops down onto the couch beside Jin, Fine.

Its roughly thirty seconds later when Taehyung prods at Jins thigh, Are you done now?

Not quite.

Another ten seconds pass before Taehyung is whispering into his ear, What about now?

Almost, kiddo.

Now?

A few more minutes, okay, Tae? Jin pleads with him, patting his knee.

Moooooooommmmm! Taehyung whines, and Jin freezes, the pen dropping from his fingers.
Logically, he figures that the likeliest explanation to Taehyung calling him mom is that Namjoon
probably made fun of him again, behind his back, and called him that when Taehyung was around
to hear it.

But still Jin wont deny that his heart beats just a little bit faster at having his son call him
something so familial. Its a feeling that he cant ever hope to describe- its pure happiness
radiating throughout his entire body and Jin hugs Taehyung tightly, the boy protesting that he
cant breathe and trying to push him away.

Can we play now? Taehyung asks, bouncing in his seat, then pulling Jin into the kitchen where
hes spread out his crayons and papers across the table. Lets draw pictures for Dad when he gets
home!

And if Jin wasnt crying before, he is now. The fact that Taehyung is so comfortable with them
 already its nothing short of amazing, and Jin is just astounded that this little boy- this little ball
of sunshine, is all his and Namjoons to dote upon and love until the end of their days.

Theyre the perfect family as far as Jins concerned.

(Taehyung, however, wouldnt mind a brother or sister to play with)

Chapter End Notes

I'm actually a little nervous to hear what you guys think of this new story arc I'm
taking everyone on. Fingers crossed everyone liked it!
animal crackers are the building blocks for any lifelong friendship [part 2]
Chapter Notes

I feel like it's been sooo long since I uploaded the last chapter! But this part kicked
my butt and wouldn't let me settle for anything less than perfect for Jimin's backstory
:D

Hope it was worth the wait, lovelies <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Namjoons sitting in the living room with Taehyung, reading a story together, when he sees Jin
walk into the room, his phone held away from his ear, and Namjoon understands why when he
hears Jins mother screeching through the earpiece:

Kim Seokjin, how could you not tell me? I had to learn that my son adopted a child through a
magazine! What kind of son doesnt tell his own mother that she has a grandchild?!

Namjoon offers Jin a sympathetic look, having gone through the exact same conversation with his
own mother a few months ago.

Honestly, it isnt out of spite that they arent telling anyone- but more out of selfishness. They
want to spend as much time as they can with Taehyung before extended family swoops in and
demands to meet the new addition to the Kim family.

As it is, Namjoons surprised that Jins mother hadnt found out sooner with the way that woman
reads gossip magazines- especially when they have anything to do with him and Jin.

I swear, Seokjin, you better bring that little boy to meet me! Ill never forgive you if you dont!

Of course I will, Jin assures her, bringing the phone back to his ear with an eyeroll at Namjoon.
He walks out of the room and Namjoon turns his attention back to where Taehyungs reading the
story on his own.

Whatd I miss?

Taehyung sighs dramatically and flips back a few pages to where a cow and chicken are on a
farm. You missed everything! But dont worry- I can read it again for you!

Oh, good. Namjoon says, pulling Taehyung closer to him with a grin. Off we go, then.

Taehyung clears his throat and begins reading, stumbling over a few words here and there, and
Namjoon resists the urge to correct him; hell learn at his own pace and Namjoon doesnt want to
rush him- hes not gonna be the kind of parent that demands too much, too soon from their
children.

Busan?
Namjoon smiles guiltily, I know what youre thinking-

That we just got back from Daegu and now you want to move to Busan for a few months. Jin
says, stirring the pot of noodles on the stove. He casts a glance at where Taehyungs busy
watching cartoons in the living room. Namjoon, Taehyung starts kindergarten next week-

They have schools in Busan, you know. Namjoon points out. And, conveniently enough,
ones near the housing complex wed be living in.

Namjoon Jin trails off, trying to get his boyfriend (fianc? Its not official or anything, but,
technically, on Taehyungs adoption papers, it says theyre engaged) to see reason. He doesnt
want to enroll Taehyung into a school in Busan and then suddenly uproot him two months later
when Namjoons reality show wraps up shooting.

Im not going to pressure you into anything, Jin. Namjoon says and Jin sighs because hes got
that look in his eyes that says Ill do anything for you, Jin, wont you do the same for me? If you
dont think its a good idea, then Ill just call the production company tonight and tell them Im
out- they can replace me with someone else, Im sure.

Youve been talking about this for weeks, Namjoon-

But you and Taehyung are more important than it is and Im not even considering going without
the two of you. Namjoon firmly tells him, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and stealing some
noodles from the pot. Im sure therell be other opportunities like this.

Jin mentally weighs the pros and cons of moving to Busan with Namjoon for two months (for the
record, there are fourteen cons and only three pros), and finally heaves a sigh, If we move there,
were moving there for the whole school year. Im not going to have Taehyung make friends and
then rip him away from them a few months later.

Completely understandable. Namjoon nods, pressing a kiss to Jins lips. Thank you. Youre
amazing, you know that? Seriously, the best.

Jin just rolls his eyes with a small smile, Go set the table.

Tae, youll make friends, I promise-

How do you know? Taehyung demands with a pout, holding tightly onto his mom and dads
hands. What if everyone thinks Im weird?

Namjoon smiles at him, Nobodys gonna think youre weird, kiddo.

They will! Taehyung insists. Everyone else did! And I wont know anyone in there-

Hey, listen to me, Tae, Jin gets down on his knees and smiles at his son. I know its scary to go
into a new place where you dont know anyone, but all the other kids are just as nervous as you
are-

No theyre not-
Trust me, Jin says with such conviction that Taehyung finds himself hesitantly nodding his
head. Youre gonna go in there and youre gonna make so many new friends and have so much
fun that you wont wanna leave when its time for us to come get you.

Taehyung looks at the door in front of them and sighs, if you say so.

Do you want us to go in with you? Namjoon asks with a smile, and Taehyung quickly nods his
head, tugging at his parents hands as he walks closer to the door. Namjoon twists the doorknob
and leads his family into the room, quickly introducing himself and Jin to Taehyungs teacher.
And this is Taehyung. Say hi, Tae.

Taehyung looks up at the woman whos going to be his teacher, saying hello before his attention
is drawn to where theres an easel and a bunch of paper-

Im gonna go draw! Taehyung exclaims, letting go of his parents hands in favor of rushing
towards the easel and planting himself in front of it, immediately getting to work on a masterpiece
of a picture.

Were gonna leave now, Taehyung. Are you gonna be okay without us here? Namjoon asks
after chatting with Taehyungs teacher for a few minutes, chuckling when Taehyung practically
pushes them out the door, all previous nervousness forgotten now that hes found the art supplies.
Well see you after school, okay, kiddo?

Taehyung absently nods, content to keep drawing and Jin links his fingers with Namjoons,
pulling the man out of the classroom. Is it crazy that I miss him already?

Namjoon shakes his head, looking longingly at the door to the classroom, I think being away
from Tae is going to be harder for us than it is for him.

Recess is weird, Taehyung decides as the rest of the kids in his class run outside and start
playing. Whats the point of making him go outside for fifteen minutes? Outside is hot and sunny
and Taehyung does not like going outside. Why cant he stay inside and keep drawing? Better yet,
why is Busan so much sunnier than Daegu?

He really misses Daegu right about now.

Taehyung, reluctantly, steps outside and shields his eyes from the sun, looking around the
playground for some shade when he sees a giant slide and he makes a beeline for it, intent to go sit
underneath it for the remainder of recess... until he hears voices near it.

Your glasses look stupid!

Thats why he doesnt have any friends!

Hes such a loser!

Look! Hes crying!

Only babies cry! Are you a baby?

Let it be said that Taehyung is quick to act and he doesnt always think about the consequences of
said actions until much later. So, obviously, when he hears a bunch of bullies picking on a kid, he
intervenes in the form of shoving the bullies away from the kid and screaming at them in a
made up language until they all run off (claiming hes some kind of alien whos gonna eat
everyones brains).

You better run! Taehyung yells after them, quickly turning back to the boy. You okay?

The boy pushes his glasses further up his nose and sniffles, shrugging a shoulder. Hes still crying
quietly, and Taehyung immediately acts- parking himself on the grass beside the boy, sharing his
Animal Crackers, and making funny faces until he stops crying and starts laughing.

Taehyung holds his hand out- something hes seen his mom and dad do often enough when they
meet new people, and when the boy doesnt shake it, Taehyung takes matters into his own hands
and grabs the boys hand, gripping it firmly and shaking it as vigorously as he can; laughing when
the boys entire body shakes at the action.

Whore you?

The boy lifts his head and stares at Taehyung. He doesnt say anything and Taehyung wonders if
the boy doesnt have a name (but thatd be weird and Taehyungs almost positive everyone has a
name), or maybe he cant remember it, or maybe-

P-Park Jimin.

Or maybe hes just shy, Taehyung muses with a frown; he doesnt really know what its like to be
shy- hes always made sure people know who he is his entire life by screaming as loud as he can,
laughing as hard as he wants to, and saying what he wants when he wants (that sometimes gets
him into trouble, though).

But Park Jimin looks scared and still kinda sad, and Taehyung doesnt want this boy to feel that
way. He wants him to be happy because Taehyung remembers what its like to be sad- back
before his mom and dad adopted him, and its not a nice feeling at all.

So Taehyung spends the rest of recess talking to Park Jimin and when its time to go back to their
kindergarten classes, Taehyung waves goodbye and they promise to play again tomorrow during
recess.

Mom! Mom! Mom!

Jin scoops Taehyung into his arms, grunting a little with the effort before setting him down and
grabbing onto his hand, leading him towards the car. How was school today, Tae?

Mom! I met a boy today! Taehyung enthuses as hes placed into the backseat, his seatbelt
buckled next. His names Park Jimin and hes got glasses like mine and we shared my Animal
Crackers- and hes got a Pokmon backpack! He showed it to me at lunch and it has a picture of
Pikachu on it! Can I have a Pokmon backpack?!

Jin chuckles and starts the car, making the drive back to their house. He glances at Taehyung
through the rearview mirror, Maybe for Christmas, Tae. Is Jimin in your class?

Taehyung shakes his head, pouting. No; hes in the class across the hall from mine, but I made
him promise that wed spend recess playing together tomorrow. Can I have more Animal Crackers
tomorrow? Jimin thinks its funny when I make animal noises and I wanna show him more!

Of course, yeah, Jin nods. Im so proud of you for making a new friend, Taehyung.

Hes gonna be my best friend! I just know it!

Taehyung isnt sure what to make of school yet. When his mom had first told him that hed be
starting school, Taehyung had been confused; why did people go to school? Why did Taehyung
have to bring food to school? Why couldnt his mom and dad come with him to school? Why
wasnt he allowed to wear his pajamas at school like he did at home?

Now that Taehyungs been in school for a few weeks, most of those questions have been replaced
by new ones: Who decided he was going to be the new milk monitor in his class? Why cant
someone else hand out the milk? What if Taehyungs in the bathroom? Will the milk not get
delivered at all? Why is it so important that he learns how to spell words? Why cant he just not
learn to spell? Because, to be perfectly honest, Taehyungs okay with going through life not
knowing how to spell. If he needs to write a letter he can just get Dad to write it for him because
Dad is very, very good at spelling.

School is still kind of a foreign concept to Taehyung and it doesnt really make any sense to him
to shove so many kids together in one building and expect them to get along and play nicely (for
the record, some kids are just plain horrible, like Lee Yujin who is not a nice girl, and why on
Earth is Taehyung expected to play nicely with her if she hogs the purple crayon all the time?),
but he supposes hell keep going for now.

Can I have an extra snack tomorrow?

Jin shakes his head at Taehyungs question, placing one bag of Animal Crackers into his lunch
bag, Ones enough, Tae.

Taehyung pouts, But Jimin needs a snack, too!

Jin lifts Taehyung up onto the kitchen counter and looks at him, Does Jimins mom not pack him
any snacks?

Taehyung shrugs a shoulder, I dont think so; he never has anything to eat, and I keep sharing
my cookies with him, but then Im still hungry when recess is over.

Well thats very nice of you, Jin tells him with a smile. He grabs another bag from the box on
the counter and deposits it into Taehyungs lunch bag. There, one bag for Jimin, too.

Thanks!

Jin levels Taehyung with a pointed stare, Now, make sure those cookies go to Jimin and not
inside your tummy, okay?

Taehyung giggles when his mom pokes at his stomach, batting the mans hand away, I promise!
*

Park Jimin! Taehyung shouts, lightly pushing another student out of his way when he sees his
friend disappearing down the hall. Jimin, wait! He skids to a stop in front of Jimin and beams at
him, holding out a bag of Animal Crackers, My mom packed an extra one for you. Here.

Jimin hesitantly reaches out to take the cookies, then drops his hand, shaking his head. I
shouldnt; its yours

Taehyung frowns and shoves the bag into Jimins hand, physically curling the boys fingers
around it. Take it- its for you. Weve got a ton at home, you can have this one.

Jimin looks at the bag in his hand and delicately places it inside his backpack, Thank you,
Taehyung. Tell your mom thank you, too. She sounds like a nice lady.

He. Taehyung immediately corrects Jimin. My moms a boy.

Jimin tilts his head to the side, like he doesnt understand and Taehyung thinks he looks kinda
funny that way. Moms are girls, though.

Taehyung just shrugs, Not mine.

And thats that. Jimin doesnt ask any other questions; he just accepts Taehyungs explanation as it
is, and the two continue down the hall to their respective classrooms, stopping once at the water
fountain because Taehyung cant possibly make it all the way to class without water!

Park Jimin, what is this?

Jimin looks up from where hes playing on the floor in the living room- Miss Joh is holding his
empty bag of Animal Crackers up, and Jimin was so sure he threw that away before he came
home today.

Well? Answer me.

Jimin stands up and clasps his hands in front of himself, T-Theyre cookies-

Miss Joh steps closer to him and Jimin takes a step backwards, head bowed. He knew he shouldnt
have taken the cookies from Taehyung. I know Im not supposed to have sweets, he whispers,
Im sorry.

Jimin, how on Earth are you going lose that baby fat of yours if you keep eating sweets?

Jimin bites at his lip, shrugging a shoulder.

Do you not have any self-control, Jimin?

I do. Jimin assures Miss Joh, looking up at the woman with unshed tears in his eyes, I do. I
promise. Im sorry.

Miss Joh tsks and tosses the empty bag of cookies in the trash, shaking her head, Since youve
gorged yourself on sweets today, you wont mind not having dinner, will you?
Jimins shoulders sag and he forces himself to nod his head. Hes been bad- he deserves this as a
punishment. No, Miss Joh, I dont mind.

Good boy, Jimin; nobody likes chubby boys, do they?

Jimin shakes his head, his stomach already grumbling at the thought of not having another meal
until breakfast tomorrow morning. But its for the best; Miss Joh wouldnt lie to him. She tells him
that the reason nobody wants to adopt him is because hes chubby- so he has to stop eating sweets
and sometimes he doesnt get to eat lunch or dinner, but its okay because its all helping him
become a better boy.

And maybe if hes good enough, someone will want to adopt him someday.

I saved a rhino for you, Jimin. Taehyung tells his friend when the boy finally joins him at the
monkey bars during recess. I ate the rest, sorry.

Jimin refuses the cookie, pushing it back towards Taehyung, I ate an apple for breakfast; Im
full.

Taehyung pulls a face at the mention of fruit, I dont like apples.

Theyre okay, Jimin says, climbing on top of the bars. Apples are better than bananas.

But cookies are better than both of those! Taehyung argues and shoves the rhino shaped treat at
Jimin again.

Jimin finally relents; he only has so much self-control when it comes to cookies, and munches on
the treat, feeling immensely guilty once he swallows it- what if Miss Joh finds out he ate a cookie?
Hell have to miss out on a dinner again, and he really doesnt want that. Dont tell anyone I ate
that, okay?

Okay. Taehyung agrees, though hes not 100% sure why Jimin cares if he tells anyone that he
ate a cookie. But Taehyungs a good friend and he wont tell if Jimin doesnt want him to.

Can I have a brother?

Jin nearly chokes on the piece of ham in his mouth, swallowing carefully before turning to face
Taehyung. You want a brother?

Or a sister. Taehyung shrugs his shoulders, pushing the vegetables on his plate off to the side.
But Id rather a brother.

Getting a brother isnt like going to the store, Namjoon tells Taehyung with a laugh. We cant
just pick one out-

You picked me. Taehyung points out. How would picking another kid be any different?

We picked you because we love you. Jin says, pressing a kiss to the top of Taehyungs head.
Wont you love the next kid you adopt, though?

Jin smiles, Of course we would-

Then lets go get a brother! Taehyung exclaims, smiling widely.

Maybe one day,

Taehyung pouts at his mom, But why not now?

Eat your veggies, Tae. Namjoon switches topics, pointing at the boys broccoli. If you dont
eat them, you dont get dessert.

Taehyung makes a face and forcefully shoves his vegetables in his mouth, chewing loudly and
grimacing the entire time. He swallows and stares at his mom, What about next week? Can I
have a brother next week?

ChimChim! Taehyung runs full-speed at Jimin, tackling the boy onto the ground with a grin,
My mom said I can invite you over for a sleepover this weekend! Can you come?

Jimin stares up in shock at Taehyung before eagerly nodding his head; nobodys ever invited him
for a sleepover before! Realistically, living in a group home, Jimin sleeps in a room filled with four
other boys, so its kind of like a sleepover every night, but he doesnt like those boys- he does like
Taehyung, though; Taehyungs his best friend!

We can stay up late and watch movies and eat popcorn, and my mom said hell buy ice cream for
us! Taehyung bounces up and down in excitement, his eagerness contagious, and soon Jimin is
doing the same, both boys heedless of the looks theyre gathering on the playground.

Taehyung doesnt think hes ever had as much fun as he has with Jimin this weekend. They play
games, watch movies, eat ice cream, eat pizza, play some more, eat another bowl of ice cream,
and get to sleep in sleeping bags in the living room. So, understandably, Taehyungs disappointed
when Jimin has to go home the next day.

Youll see each other at school, Jin tells them, cooing when Taehyung grabs a hold of Jimins
hand and refuses to let go. Jimin has to go home now, Tae. You gotta let go of him.

Taehyung pouts but does as his mom says, fiercely hugging the boy before backing away. Dont
forget to wear a green shirt on Monday! He looks at his mom, grinning, Were gonna be twins.

Namjoon laughs as he places his hand on Jimins shoulder, gently leading the boy out of their
home and towards the car. He makes sure Jimin has his seatbelt on before starting the engine and
driving to the boys house. Did you have fun, Jimin?

Jimin eagerly nods his head, It was so fun! I never get to eat ice cream and pizza!

Namjoon cringes when he hears that- does Jimin live with health-nut parents who are gonna hate
him and Jin when they find out their son had gorged himself on fatty foods while under their
supervision?

Well youre welcome to come over to our house anytime you want; Im sure Taehyung would
love to have you over more often. Maybe next time you come over, we can make cookies?
Namjoon sees Jimin smiling widely at him through the rearview mirror and grins. Do you ever
have sweets at your house, Jimin? Or do you eat mostly healthy food?

Namjoon doesnt get a response and he nearly has a panic attack when he notices Jimin crying in
the backseat, his sniffles nearly deafening in the enclosed interior of the car. Why are you crying,
Jimin? Whats wrong?

To be honest, Namjoons still learning how to be a dad- hes still getting used to having someone
depend on him and need him for little things like hugs, bedtime stories, and picking out clothes for
school the next day. It isnt an overnight transition, and while Taehyungs lived with him and Jin
for a few months now, Namjoons still learning every day how to interact with a child on a daily
basis.

And interacting with an upset child is ten times harder.

Jimin shakes his head, wiping his nose on his sleeve, Its nothing.

It doesnt look like nothing, Namjoon quietly muses. It looks like somethings bothering you.
Was it something I said?

No, Jimin shakes his head again. Its just- Im not allowed to eat sweets.

Why not? Namjoon hesitantly asks, hoping like hell its not because hes allergic to them or
anything- though, Jimin doesnt look like hes suffering from some kind of allergic reaction, so
maybe his parents just dont like him eating sweets because theyre bad for him?

Miss Joh says Im chubby.

that definitely wasnt what Namjoon was expecting to hear. Whos Miss Joh?

Shes the lady that takes care of us.

Its when Namjoons pulling up to the address Jimin gave him that everything clicks inside his
mind. Theres a sign outside the house, Maple Ridge Avenues Group Home for Troubled
Children, and Namjoon cant help but wonder what a sweet boy like Jimin is doing in a group
home for troubled children.

He wonders if Taehyung knows that Jimin doesnt have any parents, but Namjoon figures that
Taehyung wouldve said something to him or Jin if he knew. Which means that Jimin- sweet,
adorable Jimin doesnt share that detail of his life to anyone. Not even his best friend.

Though, Namjoon finds himself wondering if Taehyungs even shared the fact that hes adopted
with Jimin yet. Its not like its a defining characteristic or anything, but surely if Jimin knew that
Taehyungs adopted, hed feel more comfortable sharing that part of his life with his friend.

Namjoon parks the car and goes to open Jimins door, helping the boy out of his seat as more tears
fall from his eyes. She says that thats why nobody wants me- because Im chubby. So Im not
allowed to eat sweets anymore, but I couldnt help it! Please dont tell her I ate pizza and ice
cream! I dont wanna get in trouble again, Mr. Kim.
Namjoon slowly exhales through his nostrils, fists clenching. Shame on anyone for telling this
little boy something so monstrous. The fact that Jimin hasnt been adopted yet is astonishing to
Namjoon and his heart goes out to the boy the same way it did for Taehyung all those months ago
when he started to get to know him. Whoever this Miss Joh is can keep her unwarranted opinions
to herself and not cloud Jimins mind with such toxic thoughts.

Namjoon rubs soothing circles into the boys back, something hes seen Jin do on numerous
occasions with Taehyung when hes upset or not feeling well. I promise, Jimin, itll be our little
secret.

Namjoon has to try ridiculously hard to resist the urge to turn around and drag Jimin away from
this place, because anywhere that someone tells this amazing boy those kinds of lies has got to be
caustic. As it is, though, Namjoon would rather not get arrested on kidnapping charges, and he
spends a few minutes calming Jimin down and wiping the tears from his eyes before knocking on
the front door to the group home.

A young girl opens the door and stares at Namjoon curiously before spotting Jimin behind him.
Jimins back! she yells into the house before running away and Namjoon leads them both into
the hallway.

You must be Jimins friends dad. Thank you for dropping him off. a woman says as she comes
around the corner, grinning at him. Jimin was just so excited to have a sleepover, werent you,
Jimin?

Jimin nods his head, and its like hes a different boy inside this house; Namjoon notes the way
hes practically hunched in on himself, head bowed, and refusing any and all eye-contact. Yes,
Miss Joh.

Why dont you go to your room? Maybe tidy it up? Its getting pretty messy in there, isnt it?

Jimin releases his grip on Namjoons hand and softly bids him goodbye, scurrying further into the
house and disappearing around a corner. Namjoon regards the woman in front of him with a cold
stare. So youre the one who told Jimin he wasnt good enough for someone to adopt him?

The woman looks taken aback by Namjoons blunt accusation and stiffens, scowling at him.
What I say to any of the children I tend to is none of your concern-

It becomes a concern of mine when I see an innocent boy crying because hes been told hes not
good enough the way he is. Namjoon evenly tells her, crossing his arms over his chest. Who do
you think you are to tell a child that?

Who do you think you are-

Im concerned. Namjoon interrupts. Because the only thing that should matter is the well-being
of the children you look after; and telling one of them that the reason he hasnt been adopted yet is
because of his weight is unacceptable. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Mr?

Kim.

The woman levels a glare at him, Mr. Kim, I look after these children day-in and day-out. Every
waking hour of my life is spent with them; making sure theyre properly cared for. If I say that one
of them needs to lose weight, Im only saying that as a concerned caregiver-

Hes five years old! Namjoon bites out. He needs love and affection- not petty insults and
thinly veiled contempt. He shouldnt be afraid to eat sweets! How dare you put those kinds of
thoughts in his mind-

Out!

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, Excuse me-

You think you can just come in here and lecture me on how to look after these children? Out!
She pushes Namjoon out of the house and hes only slightly surprised when the door slams shut in
his face.

This is so not over, Namjoon thinks as he stalks his way back to his car. This is not over by a
longshot.

Im adopted.

Jimin looks up from where hes playing on the jungle gym, Taehyungs face blocking out the sun.

Im adopted. Taehyung repeats, sitting down beside Jimin. My dad told me that I should think
about telling you that. So I did. Im not really sure why youd wanna know, though.

Jimin just nods his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You wanna pretend to be pirates?

Jimin shakes his head, Lets be ninjas!

Soon enough, their lunch hour ends and Jimin and Taehyung walk back to class. Before
Taehyung has the chance to enter his classroom, Jimin grabs onto his hand, saying, Im not
adopted. But he shrugs a shoulder, someday I wanna be.

Namjoon is not a trouble-maker. Honestly, hes a pretty laid-back, go-with-the-flow kind of guy.

Except when it comes to children and their well-being.

Because who knew that once he and Jin adopted Taehyung, his paternal instincts would come out
full force and demand that he do something about Jimins current situation.

like, say adopt him.

Okay, Taes asleep. Whats up? Jin asks, and Namjoon takes a moment to just appreciate this
amazing man standing in front of him- flour smeared on his cheek; hair a mess; a muddy
handprint, courtesy of Kim Taehyung, on his new white shirt; and Namjoon doesnt think hes
ever looked as radiant as he does now.

I love you.

Jin blushes at the intense look in Namjoons eyes, I love you, too. Now, whats up?

Its now or never, Namjoon thinks as he takes a breath and steadily exhales, How would you feel
about adopting Jimin?

Jin blinks in confusion, First of all, doesnt Jimin have parents?

Right, Namjoon says, I guess I shouldve told you

Twenty-two minutes and a discussion about Jimins caregiver later and Jin is seething. What an
atrocious woman! He begins to pace the floor of their kitchen, kicking a stray shoe out of his
way. And poor Jimin! He must be miserable in a place like that. It breaks my heart to think of
him being treated that way-

Namjoon nods his head, Which I why I think we should adopt him. Get him out of that place and
somewhere hell be taken care of.

It seems like every time we move to a new city we adopt a kid, Jin weakly jokes, shaking his
head a moment later. We just adopted Taehyung, Namjoon.

And? Namjoon shrugs. Its not like theres a time limit on how long you have to wait in-
between adoptions.

Right, but-

You remember when you told me you wanted to adopt Taehyung? At Jins nod, Namjoon asks,
And what did I say?

Jin sighs, letting a small smile overtake his face, You were all for it.

So what do you say? Namjoon grins at him, grabbing him around the waist and resting his
hands on the mans hips. You think youve got enough love to share some with Jimin?

Jin immediately nods his head, pressing a light kiss to Namjoons lips. Ill call a social worker in
the morning.

Please, sit.

Namjoon and Jin take their seats opposite the social worker in front of them, both declining tea
and coffee a moment later when he offers it. So, youre interested in adopting Park Jimin?

Yes, thats right. Namjoon says.

The man opens a file on his desk and peruses it for a moment before shutting it. Just so that you
are aware, Park Jimin is what some would classify as a troubled case- He holds his hands up to
stall Jin and Namjoons obvious questions, Which just means that, in his case, its been harder
than usual to place him with a family. Hes been adopted three times before-
Three times? Jin echoes with a shocked expression. What went wrong?

His first adoption was when he was just an infant- the couple that adopted him thought they
wanted a baby, but they just werent ready. The man explains with a shrug, It happens
sometimes. Nothing to be done about it.

And the adoption after that?

Jimin was The man picks the file folder up again and scans through it, Eight months old. A
family adopted him, kept him for almost a year before deciding that they would prefer a girl over a
boy.

Namjoon stares in shock at the man in front of him, Youre kidding.

Unfortunately, Mr. Kim, the man says, situations like that arise more than wed like to admit.
Its sad, but wed rather take the child away from those kinds of parents than have the child suffer
in their care.

Of course, Jin readily agrees. And the last adoption?

This was only two years ago. He sighs, Jimin was three years old and the couple who adopted
him told their social worker that he was too chubby for their liking-

What?! Jin nearly screeches. Thats preposterous! He was three! Of course hes going to be a
little chubby!

Yes, well, the man sighs, this couple didnt want a heavy baby who might turn into an
overweight child, so we took Jimin back into our care.

Namjoon shakes his head in disgust, Some people

Shouldnt have children. But I see that you already have a little boy whos the same age as Jimin-

Taehyung, yes.

The man smiles at Jin, And youve had him for a few months now, is that correct?

Namjoon and Jin both nod.

How are things going? Do you think Taehyung would be at all apprehensive about another child
coming to live with you, especially so soon after youve adopted him? Could he feel like hes not
enough for the two of you? Any feelings of inadequacies?

Namjoons brow creases as he thinks it over, I doubt it. Hes been asking if he can have a brother
lately, so were fairly confident hed react to the news positively.

Excellent.

I just got off the phone with our social worker, Namjoon tells Jin a few weeks later as he sits on
the couch next to him. He said that that woman-

She-who-must-not-be-named, you mean?

Namjoon chuckles, Yes, her. He told me that Miss Joh is currently being investigated for
harassment and emotional abuse charges against the children in her care thanks to my rather,
detailed, complaints.

Jin hums thoughtfully and sighs, What a shame.

What a shame indeed. Theyve got another woman taking over for her in the group home while
the claims are being investigated. Namjoon says, grinning. I certainly hope shes better at her
job.

Cant imagine shed be any worse. Jin mutters under his breath.

Jin and Namjoon arrange for Taehyung to be babysat while they officially meet with Park Jimin
as prospective parents. The meeting goes well- ridiculously well, and, honestly, Jimin seems far
more at ease with the two of them than he does with anyone in his group home.

The next few meetings Jin brings Jimin homemade meals, along with some desserts, assuring the
boy that he can eat as much as he wants, and that when the time comes to live with them- food
wont be restricted like it once was, and he certainly shouldnt feel ashamed for eating everything
on his plate or for asking for seconds- Jimins a growing boy, after all, and Jin would consider
himself an awful parent if he deprived his children of basic needs like food.

Understandably, Jimins still a little cautious of being adopted again, but he really, really likes Jin
and Namjoon and having Taehyung as a brother would be so cool! So each night, before he goes
to bed, he prays that everything will work out for the best and maybe this time hell get adopted
for good

Jin is getting so sick of answering the same questions over and over and over again. Honestly,
why does he have to state his full legal name in twenty-three different places on the adoption
forms? Why isnt once enough?

I dont remember having this much paperwork with Taehyung. Namjoon grumbles, checking
this box and that, signing his name, initialing that line- its tedious.

Because Taehyung wasnt part of an actual group home. Jin reminds him, sighing when he
finds another place that wants him to sign his name. Thats it. Im changing my signature to a
dot. No more of this signing my whole name- it takes too long.

Namjoon laughs and pats Jin on the leg, Just think, in a few weeks, thisll all be worth it.

Youre right. Youre absolutely right. No more complaining.

Whatre you complaining about? Taehyung asks as he skips into the kitchen, parking himself at
the only available seat at the table. Did Dad try to cook again? Is the house on fire? Should we
grab everything and run while we still can?
Jin lets out a small giggle, shooting Namjoon an apologetic look. No, nothing like that, Tae. He
looks at Namjoon and grins, Should we tell him?

Im honestly surprised Jimin hasnt yet. Namjoon whispers. He turns in his seat and smiles at his
son, You know how youve been asking for something lately?

Taehyung stares blankly at his dad. Um no?

Think, Tae, Jin presses, what have you been wanting for months?

Taehyung scrunches up his face in thought, An iPad?

Or a brother! Jin excitedly says, waiting for Taehyung to react-

And react he does.

What?! No way! Are you serious? Im getting a brother? Taehyung jumps out of his seat,
hopping in place. When is he coming to live here? When do I get to meet him? Who is he?
Whats his name? Is he older than me? Is he younger? Is he a baby-

Hold on a minute, kiddo, Namjoon says with a chuckle. Hes gonna come live with us next
month- thats pretty exciting, right?

Yeah! Taehyung shouts, dancing around the kitchen table. Can I meet him before then? Can I?
Please?

Jin shares a look with Namjoon and grins at Taehyung, Youll see him at school tomorrow, Tae;
its Jimin.

let it be said that Jin and Namjoon have to cover their ears from the piercing screams of joy that
erupt from Taehyungs throat at the news.

I cant believe you didnt tell me! Taehyung dramatically cries out. Were supposed to be best
friends!

Jimin nudges his shoulder against Taehyungs, I was afraid you might not wanna share your
parents with me, and then theyd decide they might not wanna adopt me after all and-

What a crazy thing to worry about. Taehyung dismisses with a shake of his head. Of course I
wanna share them with you! Youre my best friend!

Youre not mad? Jimin hesitantly asks, playing with the loose threads of his jacket.

Youre nuts for thinking Id be mad, ChimChim. You becoming my brother is, like, the most
exciting thing to ever happen in the history of the universe!

Jimin tackles Taehyung to the ground with a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and grinning
widely, Were gonna be brothers!

And best friends! Taehyung adds, hugging Jimin back. Now get off me; I cant breathe.
*

Shhh! We gotta be quiet! Taehyung whispers to Jimin as they creep down the hall towards their
bedroom. Their mom and dads bedroom door is closed and Taehyung assumes theyre asleep-
and he wants to keep it that way! He tugs Jimin into their shared room and goes about handing
him as many pillows as the other boy can carry, Ill meet you in the living room, he tells him,
going about gathering their quilts, blankets, and a few stuffed animals before following Jimin back
into the living room where their sleeping bags are arranged on the ground.

Its their first sleepover as brothers and Taehyung wants it to be extra special. And, honestly,
what says welcome to the family quite like a fort made out of pillows and blankets?

He and Jimin work tirelessly for the next twenty minutes, trying to create the Ultimate Fort of
Manliness (NO GIRLS ALLOWED), complete with stuffed animal sentries at the entrance- except
the blankets keep drooping and they wont stay up, and Taehyung is getting a little frustrated
because he doesnt understand physics and why wont this work?!

Both boys are at a loss on how to keep the blankets from falling down onto their heads, and Jimin
doesnt look like he minds too much, but Taehyung wants it to be perfect!

Apparently they werent quite as quiet as theyd hoped because when Taehyung looks up from
the ruined fort, he sees their mom and dad standing in the hallway, both staring at him and Jimin in
amusement.

Arent you two supposed to be sleeping?

Taehyung stares at his dad, Arent you? he counters, laughing loudly when his dad rushes
towards him and picks him up, tickling his sides until hes breathless and squirming in his hold.

Jimin looks at Jin (hes still a little uncomfortable with the thought of calling Jin and Namjoon
Mom and Dad, but he hopes that someday itll come just as naturally to him as it does to
Taehyung) and tentatively grabs onto the mans hand, pulling him into the fort with him. He lies
on his back and pokes at the sagging blanket thats hanging in his face, It wont stay up.

Jin hums thoughtfully before crawling out with Jimin, Did I ever tell you that Im an expert fort
builder?

Jimins eyes widen and he shakes his head- he absolutely did not tell him that, but thats so cool!

Its true, Namjoon confirms, setting Taehyung on the ground and helping Jin grab a few dining
room chairs. Watch and prepare to be amazed, boys!

Jimin grabs onto Taehyungs hand, sitting on the floor as they watch their parents quickly
transform their lackluster fort into one with high ceilings and even more pillows and blankets.

Wow, Jimin breathes out, climbing inside the fort and smiling brightly, his eyes crinkling in
happiness when the blankets and quilts dont slump down in his face. Its like a real house in
here!

This is awesome! Taehyung enthuses, pulling Jimin with him as he hugs his mom and dad.
Are you gonna sleep in here with us?
I dont think theres enough room, kiddo.

Jimin stares at Namjoon, Tae and I can share a sleeping bag, and you and Jin can share one.

Jin already misses his comfy bed as he agrees to his sons request, grabbing onto Namjoon and
tugging him into the fort (made for children, he might add). He lies sandwiched between Jimin
and Namjoon and tries to ignore the hard carpeting thats doing nothing for his back. Everyone
comfy?

Namjoon grunts in displeasure while Taehyung and Jimin both nod, snuggling further into the
sleeping bag theyre sharing. Sweet dreams, boys.

Jimin and Taehyung parrot the sentiment back and soon enough they nod off; Taehyungs
breathing evening out while Jimins soft snores echo in the fort.

Jin?

Hmm?

Namjoon props himself up on his side, Ive been thinking we should look at buying a house once
we move back to Seoul.

Jin nods, whispering back, Ive been thinking that, too.

Maybe something with a big enough backyard to get married in.

Jin scoffs, And just when did I agree to marry you?

Youre the one who lied about us being engaged on Taehyungs adoption forms. Namjoon
points out. Im just accepting your proposal.

Jin raises an eyebrow at Namjoons statement, Oh, I proposed, did I?

Absolutely. And I accept. Namjoon says with a grin. Im thinking a July wedding.

Jin settles beside Namjoon and closes his eyes, intent on ignoring the younger man. He opens
them a moment later with a sigh when Namjoon runs a hand through his hair. Youre being
annoying.

Namjoon smiles and grabs onto Jins hand, tracing patterns up and down his ring finger, Jin- I
love you. I dont want to spend the rest of my life without you. Will you just agree to marry me
already?

Did you seriously just propose to me in our sons fort? Jin asks with a muffled laugh, nearly
jumping out of his skin when he feels a finger tap him on his shoulder. He rolls over and smiles at
Jimin and Taehyung, both wide awake, and maybe he and Namjoon werent being as quiet as
they thought they were.

Are you gonna say yes? Jimin asks with an eager expression.

Taehyung leans over Jimin, Please say yes!

Come on, you know you want to. Namjoon adds, grinning. What do you say? Its only the rest
 of your life, Jin.

Jin shakes his head in amusement and grabs the back of Namjoons neck, bringing their lips
together for a quick kiss before nodding his head, Yes.

Chapter End Notes

No joke; I'm super, ridiculously excited for Part 3 [Jungkookie's debut] of this! I've
been planning it out in my head *all* week and I can't wait for you guys to read it
once it's done! :D

Anyways, enough of me rambling- I hope you guys liked Jimin's part just as much as
Taehyung's <3
Jimin may not have any jams, but he does have a new baby brother [part 3]
Chapter Notes

If I thought that the last chapter took a long time to finish... goodness gracious. This
one took double that!

But here it is, darlings! I present to everyone the last part of this little adoption arc!

Enjoy :D

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Its when Jins at the grocery store that it happens the first time. Hes smiling at a toddler clinging
to her mothers legs and he gets this weird hollow feeling throughout his chest. For a minute, all
his medical training comes back to him and he goes through the most common types of problems
associated with the chest and crosschecks them with what hes feeling.

He comes up with nothing, obviously, and continues shopping.

The feeling happens again less than a week later when hes waiting for his son to finish dance
practice. Jimins still working on his routine with his partner, so Jin engages the woman beside
him in conversation; smiling at the baby in the carrier at her side.

He gets this sudden urge (Jin doesnt even know what else to call it) to hold a baby in his arms,
to have someone staring up at him as adoringly as this child is at his own mother.

And- oh.

Jin suddenly knows what this feeling is; hes felt it twice before.

he wants another kid.

Jin tries to ignore the feeling- its not like hes unhappy or anything. And he certainly doesnt feel
unfulfilled with having raised Taehyung and Jimin into the wonderful teenagers they are now
but he just wants another kid.

Preferably a baby.

And after a while its hard to ignore the feeling of emptiness inside himself. He gets that hollow
sensation in his chest whenever he sees a baby, and he cant help but want one for himself. He
feels like his family isnt as complete as it could be; and thats a beyond frightening feeling.
Especially when just a few weeks ago, Jin was certain that his family was perfect just the way it
was.

But... still. Jin doesnt want to tell Namjoon about any of this; what if the younger man thinks Jins
just, heaven forbid, bored of his family? What if Namjoon doesnt understand Jins desire to bring
another child into their family? What if Namjoon decides hes put his career on hold for long
enough with helping raising Jimin and Taehyung and he doesnt want to do it any longer?
Namjoon seems perfectly happy with their family as it is...

Jins thoughts are plagued with what ifs for so long that he closes himself off to Namjoon without
realizing it.

Namjoon comes home to find Jin on the floor in the living room, surrounded by the hundreds
upon hundreds of pictures, both in photo albums and out, of family vacations, school functions,
birthdays, holidays, and every other little thing they deemed worthy of a picture over the years.

Its the middle of the afternoon and Jin has what looks like some kind of smoothie (except, why is
it black?) that hes periodically sipping on, a bowl of carrots and dip on the coffee table, and a
package of dried cranberries near his left knee. Namjoon makes a quick detour to the kitchen to
grab something more palatable and sits on Jins right.

Reminiscing?

Jin sighs heavily and lets his head fall onto the couch that hes propped up against and shrugs.
And Namjoons not sure if its something hes done, but lately He doesnt even know Lately,
Jins been distant and less talkative, and Namjoon wouldnt be as worried as he is now, except
Jins only acting this way towards him.

Theyve always had an amazing relationship built on communication, love, and trust, but now
Namjoon feels more like an outsider looking in than an active participant.

He grabs a picture of Taehyung and Jimin- theyre probably only six or seven, dressed in neon
green and yellow swim shorts, a local beach in Busan visible in the background. Taehyungs
entire face is covered in sunscreen and hes wearing Namjoons hat thats way too big on him,
pouting at the camera like its personally responsible for dragging him out in the sunshine. While
Jimin is, as expected, all smiles.

Do you want to talk about whatevers bothering you? Namjoon quietly asks as he drops the
picture back onto the floor. Or do you want to keep shutting me out? Because as fun as that may
be for you, Im not a fan, Jin.

Jin snaps his head to look at Namjoon, face scrunched up in confusion, like he hasnt realized that
this is the first time theyve talked in three days.

Did I do something? Namjoon feels like hes back in high school, not married and in his thirties.
He feels almost unsure of where he stands in his relationship with Jin right now.

No.

Jins answer is so quiet that Namjoon barely hears it over the sound of his husband rooting
through family photos. Then whats up with you?

Its nothing-

Its not! Namjoon interrupts him, running a hand through his hair. Just be honest with me and
tell me whats wrong.

Jin thrusts a picture at Namjoon- one that was taken only a few months ago of Jimin and
Taehyung. Theyre so big now, Namjoon. Jin says almost mournfully?

To be fair, Jimins still pretty small-

Its the first time that Jins cracked a smile at him in days and Namjoon finds himself laughing as
he fends off Jins smacks. I was kidding! he gets out between chuckles.

You know how sensitive he is about his height! Jin shoves Namjoon in his shoulder, though the
grin on his face is a welcome sight as opposed to the zombified look hes been sporting lately.

Ive missed your smile.

Jin sighs and links his fingers with Namjoons. Im sorry Ive been distant lately.

I just want to know whats wrong. Namjoon says. We dont keep secrets from each other.

I havent been keeping secrets from you, Jin tells him while grabbing a handful of cranberries
and shoving them into his mouth. Ive just been... thinking.

Stressing, you mean. Namjoon corrects with a smirk. About what?

Theyll be starting high school next year. Jin abruptly changes the subject, tracing his index
finger over a picture of Taehyung dressed as an octopus for Halloween two years ago. And then
going off to college. And then theyll be getting married-

Theyre fourteen, Jin, not forty. Namjoon lightly points out. You cant keep them as kids
forever. Is that what youve been stressing over? Jiminie and Tae growing up?

I miss them as little kids, Jin says. They actually wanted to hang out with us- remember? They
would always want to be near us, and now-

Now theyve got friends of their own. Namjoon says, shrugging a shoulder. Which is healthy.
I would be more concerned if they didnt have any friends and wanted to spend all their time with
us. He plays with the hair at the back of Jins neck. Whats this really about?

Midlife crises? Jin jokes with a chuckle, sobering up a moment later. Ive been thinking that it
might be nice

Namjoon gestures to Jin to continue, sighing when he doesnt. Why are you so scared to tell
me?

I dont want you to say no. Jin whispers, playing with the wedding band on his finger. I want
you to want this as much as I do.

Namjoon tilts Jins chin so he can meet his eyes. I cant want it if you dont even tell me what it
is.

Jin nods, taking a deep breath. I want a baby.

Namjoon blinks in confusion, obviously wondering where that desire suddenly came from, and
Jin anxiously stares at him, waiting for him to say something- anything.

Didnt we say two was enough? I distinctly remember we agreed on that at one point. Namjoon
says with a weak chuckle. He adjusts his glasses and sighs, You cant just adopt a kid because
you feel obsolete-

I do not feel obsolete! Jin interrupts with a glare.

You do. You said it yourself: you miss Jimin and Taehyung as kids. Namjoon insists with a
shake of his head. But that isnt enough of a reason for us to adopt another child.

Jin scowls at Namjoon, Newsflash, Namjoon- Sometimes people just want a baby. No reason
needed.

From what you just told me, it sounds like you want a baby because you want to feel needed
again. So, sure, other people might just want kids for no reason-

Not just other people, Namjoon- Me! I want a baby just because I do! Jin argues, trying to get
his husband to understand. Can you honestly tell me you havent thought about adopting another
kid?

Namjoon sighs, I love kids, you know that, but I just think weve got our plate full with Jimin
and Taehyung already.

Jin stays silent and Namjoon resists the urge to look at him, knowing if he does hell probably
cave and give in to him and his wishes- but, honestly, theyve got their hands full with the boys as
it is and Namjoons just not 100% sure they can handle a baby of all things, no matter how much
Jin wants one.

Besides, Namjoon doesnt know the first thing about how to take care of a baby.

Jin is a well-oiled machine when it comes to running his house:

Wake up at six; make breakfast for Namjoon before he runs off to work for the day; pack Jimin
and Taehyungs lunches; make them breakfast when they get up at seven-thirty; make sure
Taehyungs hair is actually brushed; find Jimins glasses (because theyre always missing); and
drive them to school.

Clean the house during the day; watch a few soap operas on TV; pay the bills; cook dinner; spend
time with the family; go to bed; and wake up to do the whole thing over again the next day.

So when Namjoon tells him that theyve got enough to worry about with looking after Jimin and
Taehyung, Jin just internally rolls his eyes and wonders who Namjoons trying to fool. Himself,
maybe. Because Jin has absolutely no problem looking after his children and husband on a day-to-
day basis.

Hes an expert at it.

Why are you sleeping on the couch?

Namjoon sits up and looks at where Taehyungs descending the stairs, empty water glass clutched
in his right hand.

Are you and Mom fighting?

We dont fight. Namjoon tells his son, scooting over to make room for him on the couch. We
have disagreements.

I guess Mom won that disagreement, then, since youre on the couch and not him. Taehyung
says with a yawn. Did you finally tell him you broke that vase that Grandma bought him for
Christmas last year?

Namjoon brusquely shakes his head, No, and dont you say anything about that, either.

My lips are sealed. Taehyung promises with a grin. So whatd you do?

Namjoon debates internally whether or not to tell his son about why Jin and he are arguing, and
finally decides that Taehyung will probably find out sooner or later, so why bother postponing the
inevitable? Your mom wants to adopt a baby.

If Namjoon was expecting a surprised reaction from his son, hes severely disappointed.
Taehyung merely nods his head and says, So why dont you want to?

How do you know I dont?

Taehyung pointedly looks at the couch, then back at his dad. Uh, because youre sleeping on the
couch?

Point taken.

So?

Namjoon wraps an arm around Taehyungs shoulders, I dont know the first thing about raising a
baby, Tae.

Taehyung shrugs, So? You didnt know how to take care of me when you and Mom adopted
me-

I did, too.

Taehyung laughs in disbelief, You so didnt! But it was okay because you got better- and when
Jimin joined the family, you were a pro at being a dad. He pats his dad on his arm and Namjoon
gets the distinct feeling that his fourteen year old son is patronizing him. So, yeah, sure, it might
take a little while to get used to looking after a baby, but youll get the hang of it like you did with
me, right?

When did you get so smart? Namjoon asks with a chuckle, ruffling his sons hair.

Please, Taehyung scoffs, Ive always been the smartest! Im insulted you didnt realize it
sooner.

*
Jin frowns when his bedroom door opens and outright scowls when Namjoon appears in the
doorway. I thought I made it clear I dont want to be near you right now.

Im scared of adopting a baby. Namjoon says, laying his cards on the table, Im afraid because
I dont know anything about babies, and babies are tiny and delicate and what if I break it? What
if I dont bond with it, or what if the baby doesnt like me-

Jin beckons Namjoon into the room and smiles at him, grabbing onto his hands and pulling him
onto the bed. Youre an idiot.

Im being serious.

So am I. Jin says with a grin. Youll adapt as quickly to having a baby around as you did with
a four year old.

Namjoon falls back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. How can you be so sure?

Because Ive seen how fast you bonded with Taehyung and Jimin- do you really think a baby
will be any different?

Yes? Namjoon answers, but it comes out as more of a question than anything.

Idiot. Jin repeats affectionately, kissing Namjoon on his cheek. So does this mean?

That were going to adopt a baby? Namjoon looks at Jin- sees the way his eyes are wide and
hopeful, and damn, how can Namjoon deny him anything? Yeah, I guess we are.

Arent you too old to adopt another kid?

Jin lets his fork clatter to his plate in surprise, narrowing his eyes at Jimins question, Excuse
me?

Jimin quickly backpedals, I mean- Like, youre in your thirties! Most people have kids when
theyre younger. Not that that means you shouldnt adopt another kid! You should! Just- Yeah.
Youre not old. At his moms blank expression, Jimin smiles innocently, Have I told you how
handsome you are lately?

I wouldnt have to give up my room, would I? Taehyung asks around a mouthful of food. Or
share it? I dont wanna share my room with a baby.

Jin chuckles; if the thing that Taehyungs worried about most is if he has to give up his room or
not, then Jin considers that a win. Nobody would have to share their room. Jin explains, Wed
convert your old playroom into a nursery.

Cool. Taehyung nods his head and goes back to eating his dinner, steadfastly ignoring the
vegetables on his plate as usual. Really, Jins not sure why he even bothers to put them on his
sons plate- they remain untouched 99% of the time.

You both realize that therell be a lot of crying and tantrums, and we might ask you to babysit
every now and then-
Were gonna be the best brothers. Jimin assures his dad. Well help as much as you need us to,
right, Tae?

Taehyung eagerly nods his head and Jin exchanges a relieved look with Namjoon; with Jimin and
Taehyung on board, all thats left to do is actually adopt a baby.

Adopting a baby is hard.

Like, ridiculously hard.

Jin and Namjoon are told by the adoption agency that it could take up to two years before they
find a suitable match for them- not to mention the fact that Seouls main adoption agency isnt
as keen to let an openly gay couple adopt a baby (no matter just how famous one half of that
couple is) as Busan and Daegu were.

Never mind the fact that theyve already adopted two children and raised them wonderfully (thank
you very much), but whatever. Jins not mad or anything- Fine, yes he is. Its absurd! Why should
his sexual orientation have any sort of impact where his name is placed on a waitlist for adopting a
child in need?

Jin feels dejected and horrible and rundown, and not even Namjoon or the boys can seem to cheer
him up.

We could call our social worker from Busan? See if hes still working and if he can help us find
someone willing to give us a baby?

Jin perks up at Namjoons suggestion and nods his head, barely allowing himself to hope that
something will work out; these past few weeks have crushed his spirit a bit a lot.

As if, by some miracle, Namjoon and Jin hear back from their social worker in Busan (or,
technically, Jimins old social worker), and their information is passed along to a young woman
whos scheduled to give birth in seven and a half months and is looking for a suitable family to
adopt her child.

Its a tense two weeks with Jin stressing over whether or not the woman will choose them or some
other family, but finally they receive a call and arrange a prospective meeting with the woman.

Much to Taehyung and Jimins displeasure, theyre stuck at home for a week with their
grandmother while their parents are away in Busan.

Why cant we come?

You and Tae have school to go to, Jiminie.

Jimin rolls his eyes, Its not like were learning anything there anyway.

Namjoon chuckles, folding a shirt and going to grab a tie from the closet, calling out, Oh, good. I
was hoping that tuition I was paying for was going to waste.
Pretty much. Taehyung agrees with a nod.

Regardless, youre both staying at home and I expect you to behave for your grandmother. Can I
count on you both to do that? Jin says, staring pointedly at Taehyung.

Taehyung grins at his mom, Well be good.

If I hear about either of you giving her a hard time Jin warns, letting his sentence hang in the
air as he continues packing his suitcase.

Well be grounded? Jimin guesses.

For life. Namjoon absently says, disappearing into the bathroom to grab a few toiletries. So
unless you want to be grounded until youre eighty, Id behave.

Yes, sir! Taehyung salutes his dad, giggling like mad when his dad stares at him, clearly
unimpressed, and takes a step towards him, causing Taehyung to run away, dragging his brother
along with him.

Well be good! Promise! Jimin calls over his shoulder before hes out of earshot of his parents.

Oh, wow, it really is you.

Namjoon smiles at the young woman and stands, shaking her hand, and pulling out the chair
opposite his and Jins at the table. Its a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Yu.

Call me Soobin. She shakes Jins hand next and sits, picking up the menu in front of her and
perusing the selection of food. When I first read through your file, I thought it was just a
coincidence that your names were Namjoon and Seokjin- but, wow. I cant believe that Rap
Monster and Kim Seokjin are sitting across from me right now.

Jin chuckles, I hope you didnt just choose us for a meeting because of who we are.

Soobin shakes her head, Oh, no, not at all- it was just a surprise. I read that youd adopted two
children before?

Yes, Namjoon says, taking a sip of his water. Taehyung and Jimin- theyre both fourteen
now.

Can I be blunt with you two? she asks them and Jin immediately nods his head, though hes a
little hesitant to hear what shes about to say. Is she about to outright reject them? Has she already
decided that theyre not the type of parents shes looking for? Have they irrevocably screwed this
interview up? When I read your file and saw that youd already raised two adopted kids, I was
impressed; most of the other couples were younger and didnt have any kids. It might be selfish of
me, but I want this baby, she rubs at her stomach, where there isnt even a visible bump yet, to
grow up with siblings and parents who actually know what theyre doing.

Were definitely not rookies when it comes to raising kids, Jin jokes. Though, to be honest
with you, weve never raised a baby. Taehyung was four when we adopted him and Jimin was
five.
But you know how to raise a child, Soobin insists with a grin. And thats what I care about.

If you dont mind me asking, Namjoon hesitantly says, why are you putting your child up for
adoption?

Namjoon! Jin hisses elbowing his husband in the side. Im sorry; you dont need to tell us-

She waves Jins concerns away, No, no, its fine. I- Im only twenty. Im not ready for a kid.
She shrugs a shoulder, I never really planned on having kids- especially not after a one-night
stand, yknow? I just I know I wont be able to take care of this kid, or even love it as much as
it deserves. And thats not fair to it, or to me.

So adoption was the most logical of choices. Namjoon surmises, nodding. Would you want an
open adoption-

Definitely closed. she quickly responds. As selfish as it might seem, I want this to be a closed
chapter in my life- I dont want to be reminded that I gave up a child. I think itll just be too
hard.

If thats what youd like, Jin says, smiling gently at the woman. Were fine with either option,
though, if you change your mind.

Thats sweet, and Ill think about it a bit more, but I dont think I will.

Yu Soobin, Jin and Namjoon learn by the end of their meeting, is interviewing three other couples
within the week. Which basically means that Jin is a nervous wreck for seven days- keeping his
phone on him 24/7, obsessively checking for any new text messages, and pacing holes into the
carpet of the hotel room theyre staying in.

Oh, my god, stop it. Namjoon says, clearly exasperated, Stop pacing!

Jin doesnt stop. If anything, he starts pacing even faster (if only to annoy Namjoon more) and
Namjoon closes his eyes for fear of going dizzy by trying to follow his husbands hurried steps.

What if she chooses someone else?

Well, we would-

I will love that baby more than anyone, Namjoon! Jin tells him, looking at his cell phone for the
umpteenth time. Why hasnt she called yet? Its been a week!

Maybe-

Shes probably trying to think of a nice way to let us down. Jin murmurs, stopping his pacing
and flopping down on the floor, undoubtedly exhausted. He rests his head on his knees and
Namjoon immediately goes to comfort him when he starts sobbing, What if we dont get
chosen?
Namjoon wipes Jins tears away, Then well just keep trying until we do get chosen by
someone.

Jin sniffles and breathes deeply, then suddenly shoots out of Namjoons arms at the feeling of his
phone vibrating inside his pocket. He stands up and composes himself within seconds, flipping his
phone open and accepting the call.

Namjoon listens intently to Jins side of the conversation and lets a small smile cross his features
when Jin starts beaming, mouthing She picked us! while frantically pointing at the phone.

Ten minutes later when Jin ends the call, he crashes into Namjoons arms and hugs his husband
tightly. She chose us- I cant believe she chose us!

Namjoon lets out a sigh of relief, I have to admit, I was preparing for the worst.

Jin stares at him and shakily exhales, Were gonna have a baby soon.

Namjoon feels about as nervous as he ever has at Jins words. Hes beyond excited, of course,
but its still scary. In seven months theyll be bringing a baby home

Honestly, moving Soobin to Seoul is the easiest option. Its not like Namjoon and Jin can move to
Busan (again)- not while Taehyung and Jimin are still in school, anyway. And Jin wants to make
sure that Soobin gets the best medical attention throughout her pregnancy; and that hes there for
her if she needs him.

So, as crazy as it might seem, Namjoon rents out an apartment for the next seven months, pays for
Soobins things to be moved to Seoul, and ensures that shes as happy and comfortable as she can
possibly be.

Kyung?

Jimin and Taehyung both shake their heads.

Minsuh?

Jin throws a few pieces of the popcorn hes eating at Namjoon. Absolutely not.

What about Heonwoo?

Jimin makes a retching sound at Taehyungs suggestion. Seoyun sounds good for a girl, right?

Jin smiles at the suggestion and writes it in the maybe column for possible girl names. Any names
you like for a boy, Namjoon?

Namjoon flips through the baby book in his lap and shrugs noncommittedly. I didnt mind
Kyung for a boy.

Jin marks it down on his list; so far, the only names to make it on the list for boys are Kyung and
Youngsu, and girls names are even sparser with Seoyun being the only one Jins taken a liking to
tonight.

Though, to be fair, they still have (roughly) three-million more baby books to go through, so
hopefully more choices will be added to the list by the time the baby is born.

Namjoon is a level-headed man. Hes logical, smart, and rational in nearly every decision he
makes. Hes not one to get flustered easily (thats more Jins department) and hes known for
keeping a cool head in most situations.

Except for right now because hes storming his way into his house, slamming the front door
closed behind him and stomping his way into the kitchen to find Jin chatting with Jimin while they
cook dinner together.

Jimin, can I talk to your mom alone?

Jimin looks at his dad and sees the way his face is drawn tight and nods his head, scampering out
of the kitchen. He so doesnt wanna be around his dad when he looks downright pissed off.

Whats wrong? Bad day at work? Jin asks, worried and immediately fussing over him and
Namjoon drops his head into his hands, sighing heavily. I just got a call from our social worker.

Jin lets his arms fall to his side and stands still, Oh?

He said that another family got into contact with Soobin-

No Jin says, a look of horror on his face. No.

Namjoon breathes out through his nose and raises his head, eyes meeting Jins own terrified ones.
He said that theyre trying to get Soobin to consider giving her child to them. Theyre offering
her more money, and shes considering it.

Jin bites his bottom lip and turns away from Namjoon, hugging himself to ward off the sudden
chill thats in the process of overtaking his body. She She cant just take our baby away from
us, Namjoon!

She can. Namjoon tells his husband with a heavy heart. We havent gotten her to sign a
parental termination contract with us yet, so

So she can just choose another family. Jin surmises, lightly pushing Namjoon away when he
tries to hug him. That baby is being born in two months and he or she is coming home with us.
Im not letting this happen, Namjoon.

Namjoon would doubt his husband in this particular matter, but the look of determination on Jins
face is a shock even to him; he doesnt think hes ever seen Jin look so resolute about something
before.

Jin is not taking this sitting down. Hes spent too much time growing attached to this baby- to the
idea of coming home with a baby boy or girl; looking after them; caring for them; loving them- so
no. Kim Seokjin may be a lot of things, but a pushover is not one of them and no matter what, this
baby is coming home with him and Namjoon in two months.

End. Of. Discussion.

You dont have any strong attachments to your money, do you?

Namjoon slowly lifts his head from the track hes working on and turns to stare at Jin. He lets out
a small chuckle at the sheepish grin on Jins face and shrugs, Not particularly, no.

Good. Is all Jins says as he walks out of the studio, and Namjoon wonders whether he should
be more worried about the fate of his bank account or Jins mental state. Its no secret that the
mans been an absolute (to put it as nicely as possible) basket case with the fate of adopting their
baby in the air at the moment, but Namjoons fairly confident that Jin wouldnt go crazy and buy
something stupidly expensive without talking to him about it first.

Namjoons wrong.

Hes so very, very wrong.

Because two days later, hes told by an ecstatic Jin that everythings been resolved with Soobin
and the other family, and all it took was practically emptying out Namjoons bank account.

Simple, right?

Seriously, over one hundred million won has disappeared from the account- and Namjoon
mentally calculates how many more tracks hes going to need to produce in order to earn that
back and, yeah, its a lot.

(To be honest, Namjoon isnt even the teensiest bit angry. Hes more relieved than anything that
all it took was more money to get Soobin to sign the parental termination contract and agree once
and for all to give them her child once he or she is born. And Namjoon gets it- he does; if he were
in Soobins position he mightve asked for more money, too. Especially if the other family was as
good of a match as his own is. He might not love that his family had to agonize over possibly
losing out on the baby theyd already grown so attached to and hes a little bit more broke than he
was a week ago, but he gets it.)

Its four in the afternoon. Jimins just gotten back from dance practice; Taehyung is blasting his
music at an ear-splitting volume in his room; Namjoon is watching the news; and Jin is about to
relax for a few minutes after a day of running errands.

And then the phone rings.

Jin answers it, smiling while greeting the person on the other end, but dropping the expression a
moment later for one of shock, quickly hanging the phone up and rushing into the living room.
Soobins water broke!

Namjoon snaps his head to stare at Jin and he fumbles with the remote, trying to turn the television
off, but it wont work, and goddamnit! Why dont the batteries in this thing ever work?! Namjoon
settles for stumbling over to the TV himself and shutting it off manually, breathing deeply and
trying to wrap his head around what Jins just said.

Soobin. Her water just broke. And shes probably on her way to the hospital right now, and, uh,
why arent they?! Weve gotta go! What if she has the baby before we get there? We should
leave now!

Jin holds his hands up to calm his husband, Deep breaths, Namjoon- shes got hours of labor
ahead of her. Weve got time.

Right, right. Namjoon nods, trying to steady his breathing, but its not working, and hes so
unprepared for this! Seven months was not enough time to prepare for this! He needs more time!

Dad looks like hes about to pass out. Whats wrong with him? Jimin asks his mom when he
passes by the living room.

Go get your brother, Jimin, Jin instructs his son. Soobins in labor- were gonna head over to
the hospital now.

Jimins eyes widen and he runs upstairs, tripping twice, before barging into his brothers room and
explaining the situation to him, both of their excited shouts echoing downstairs.

Jin stares at Namjoon and places his hands on the mans shoulders, Namjoon, look at me. When
Namjoons eyes meet his own, Jin smiles, Breathe deeply and relax. Youre no good to anyone if
youre freaking out, alright?

Namjoon shakily nods his head. Yeah, right, no. Im cool. Im good. he assure Jin with a
lopsided grin. Just- Its just a lot to take in.

Once Jimin and Taehyung rush back downstairs, Jin claps his hands together, Jimin, Taehyung,
get in the car and wait for us. Namjoon, grab the baby bag we packed, okay?

Everyone rushes off as per Jins instructions and Jin runs into the den, quickly locating his wallet
and shoving it into his jacket pocket before jogging outside and opening the drivers side door,
Namjoon, move.

Namjoon frowns, Just get in the passenger side-

I am not chancing the car getting a flat tire or something like that because youre driving. Jin
calmly tells him, physically unbuckling his seat belt and tugging his arm until the man gets out of
the drivers seat. We cant chance the car breaking down, Namjoon.

Namjoon rolls his eyes and gets in the passenger seat, Ready?

Jin barely manages to nod his head at Namjoons question, shakily exhaling when Taehyung and
Jimin pat his arm from the backseat.

They arrive at the hospital shortly after Soobin herself does and theyre told that, no, they havent
missed the birth and that, yes, itll be at least another ten to fourteen hours before shes even
dilated enough to start pushing in earnest.
We can drop you back off at home if you dont want to wait around-

Were staying! Taehyung firmly tells his dad, frowning. This is our brother whos gonna be
born soon.

Or sister. Jimin says, grinning. And we dont wanna miss anything.

He. Taehyung insists. Its gonna be a boy.

Jimin rolls his eyes, You dont know that-

I had a dream that it was gonna be a boy. Taehyung states like thats the most valid way of
presenting evidence for an argument. Its gonna be a boy.

I had a dream I could fly once, Jimin scoffs, and you dont see me shooting off into the sky like
Superman, do you?

Who wants dinner? Jin interrupts the twos argument before it can get heated. I bet the cafeteria
is serving something delicious.

No.

No, its not.

Jimin scrunches his face up, an expression that Taehyung mirrors perfectly. Ill just have ice
cream.

Namjoon snorts, This isnt an ice cream parlour, kiddo. I dont think theyve got ice cream.

Taehyung stares in shock at his dad, You mean to tell me that in this giant hospital, full of sick
people, theres no ice cream?

Im sure there is somewhere-

Taehyung ignores the rest of his dads sentence and darts out of the cafeterias lineup, intent on
finding where they keep the ice cream in this place.

Taehyung!

Tae, get back here! Jin huffs in annoyance and leaves his place in line. Get me a salad and
some chicken for Taehyung, will you? he calls to Namjoon before chasing after his son.

(Let it be said that Taehyungs quest to find ice cream doesnt go very well; he finds
approximately sixty sick people before his mom drags him back to the cafeteria and none of them
have any ice cream. What a waste of time.)

Its, quite literally, the middle of the night when Soobin actually starts having contractions that
garner interest from her doctor. Jimin and Taehyung are ridiculously excited at the news and Jin
has to restrain them from jumping out of their seats and rushing into the delivery room.

Can we go in?

Please!

Jin shakes his head, You know you cant.

Thats not fair, Taehyung pouts, crossing his arms across his chest. I wanna be there when the
babys born!

Taehyung, I love that youre so invested in your new sibling, but I dont think youre old enough
to witness the miracle of birth just yet. Namjoon says with a grin.

Jimin suddenly nods, grimacing, Yeah, remember those videos we watched in health class? Do
you really want a front row seat to that?

Taehyung quickly shakes his head. He smiles at his mom and dad, On second thought, Ill just
stay here.

Jin laughs, Thats what I thought.

Three hours later and Namjoons back at home with the boys- the nurses having assured Jin that
Soobins got at least another few hours of labor ahead of her before the babys even close to being
born. They eat some food, shower, and sleep for as long as they dare, but Taehyung and Jimin are
too full of energy to stay asleep for long, and soon enough theyre shaking their dad awake,
demanding to get back to the hospital.

Dad, get up! Get up! Were gonna miss it!

Weve gotta be there! Jimin continuously pokes his dad in the arm, Get up!

Namjoon yawns widely, stumbling off the couch where hed fallen asleep. Jiminie, grab your
mom something to eat, yeah? Im gonna change and well head out again, alright?

Jimin nods and drags Taehyung with him to the kitchen while Namjoon stretches out the kinks in
his back, absently glancing at his watch and seeing that its only six in the morning- hes literally
been asleep for an hour, but at the thought of going back to the hospital and seeing how Soobins
doing, hes wide awake once more- ready to spend the rest of the day at the hospital if need be.

Namjoon doesnt even know what time it is anymore- hes long since stopped checking his watch
for the time; whats the point? The babys going to come when he or shes ready and not a minute
sooner. So when a nurse rushes into the waiting room and tells them its time, Namjoons had
enough time to prepare himself for this- hes so ready!

He and Jin get ushered into the delivery room, Jimin giving them a thumbs up and Taehyung
grinning widely as they leave the waiting room. Once theyre dressed in sterile gowns, gloves, and
masks, Namjoons sure everything is about to go underway.
except it doesnt.

Honestly, Namjoons sure that Jimin and Taehyung are probably having a better time than he and
Jin are because, well right about now, not a hell of a lot is happening.

The occasional push here and there, Jin comforting Soobin- offering her ice chips, rubbing her
back, wiping the sweat from her brow; but Namjoon is just standing there. Awkwardly. Its
almost reminiscent of his senior prom: standing in the back of the room, alone, while watching
everyone else mill about.

It isnt for another forty-five minutes that Soobin begins pushing intensely and thats when
everything passes by in a blur. Theres a lot of screaming from Soobin; Jin is hovering anxiously
over the doctors and nurses (like he wants to deliver this baby himself); and Namjoon is trying to
resist the urge to well faint (cut him some slack, okay? Therere so many fluids gushing and
Namjoons never been great with watching any kind of medical procedure. He tries to be
supportive and help Soobin through this, but, yeah, hes pretty useless).

The first scream that erupts from the baby shouldnt sound as beautiful as it does to Jin, but it
brings tears to his eyes knowing that his baby is finally here- after seven months of waiting, of
counting down the days, Jin can finally meet his baby for the first time.

He watches carefully as the doctor take care of cutting the umbilical cord and Jin has to resist the
urge to take the baby from the nurses- he is, technically, a doctor (even if hes not working
anymore, hes still got the diploma to prove that, yes, hes more than qualified to swaddle a baby
and perform the necessary tests done to newborns, thank you very much). But he patiently waits
and when a squirming bundle is placed in his arms a few minutes later, he looks over at Namjoon
in awe- like he cant believe this is real, that this is actually happening.

Weve got a son.

Namjoon leans in closer to the baby boy, gasping when he opens his eyes, revealing brown irises
rapidly scanning his environment. Hes got hair.

Jin laughs through his tears, Of course hes got hair.

I thought hed be bald. Namjoon quietly muses, letting their new son grasp onto his finger and
squeeze it, his eyes shutting a moment later. Does he look healthy?

Jin cuddles him closer to his chest. He looks perfect.

Welcome to the world... Youngsu or Kyung- which are we deciding on, Jin?

Jungkook. Jin whispers, tracing his finger down the side of the babys face, smiling widely
when the boy yawns. He looks like a Jungkook.

Namjoon gently threads his fingers through the boys dark hair, Whered that name come from?

Jin just shrugs, careful not to jostle the boy too much. I dont know. It just sounds right. He
gazes down at Jungkook and smiles, You are going to be spoiled rotten, little one. Jin tells him,
pressing a kiss to his forehead. Mommy loves you so much.
Namjoon wraps an arm around Jins shoulders, And Daddy.

And Daddy. Jin agrees, leaning his head against Namjoons shoulder. And youve got two
amazing brothers who already love you to bits.

He looks a little bruised. Namjoon comments, pointing at where Jungkooks ID band is

wrapped around his wrist.

Jin continues smiling down at Jungkook while he answers Namjoon, Completely normal. He
was just pushed through a narrow canal- hes gonna be a little bruised.

Is his face supposed to be puffy?

Yes. Jin laughs, letting Jungkook bring his finger into his mouth to suckle. Is my boy hungry?
Namjoon, grab the nurse and get a bottle for Jungkook, please.

Namjoon tears himself away from his newborn son and goes to do Jins bidding, leaving his
husband and son. Jin walks over to where Soobins still recovering on the hospital bed. You did
wonderfully, Soobin. How are you feeling? Any major discomfort?

She tiredly smiles at Jin, Ive felt better.

Jin holds Jungkook out, Do you want to hold him? I know when we spoke before you said you
didnt want to, but-

Soobin slowly shakes her head, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. No, no. Itll- Itll just
make it harder, yknow?

Jin nods, but, no, he doesnt know. He cant imagine the amount of strength this woman- so
young, so unprepared for something like this he cant imagine how hard this is for her. How
much courage it took for her to decide that giving up her child was the right decision.

Jin doesnt think hed be able to give Jungkook up and hes only spent ten minutes with the boy.

Youre gonna take good care of him, right?

Jin hears the uncertainty in Soobins voice and he fiercely nods his head, grabbing onto her hand
and squeezing it in reassurance. Hell want for nothing; I promise.

Good, she murmurs exhaustedly. I knew you and Namjoon were the right choice.

Words cant express my gratitude towards you, Soobin.

She grins at him, though the action is much more lax and Jin squeezes her hand once more before
Namjoon comes back with a nurse. When Jungkooks quietly nursing from the bottle, Namjoon
and Jin watch as Soobins moved from the birth room into the recovery room, and after
Jungkooks finished eating, hes taken from them and relocated into the nursery to rest.

Namjoon smiles at Jin as they walk back to where Jimin and Taehyung are sleeping in the waiting
room; Jimins head lolling onto Taehyungs shoulder while Taehyung unconsciously rests his own
head on top. Namjoon sits across from the two and pulls Jin down beside him, letting out a quiet
chuckle, feeling like this entire situation is almost too surreal for words. We have a son.
Jin beams at him, echoing, We have a son.

Did you see his little fingers? Namjoon asks with a grin. And when he yawned? So cute. I
cant believe hes all ours.

Jin hugs Namjoon tightly, murmuring into his ear, I love you.

Namjoon hugs him back and presses a kiss to his temple, I love you, too.

Gross.

Get a room!

Namjoon and Jin break apart to see their sons staring at them, both grinning despite their
exclamations of disgust. Hows she doing? Taehyung eagerly asks, wiping the sleep from his
eyes. Is she any closer to having the baby?

Jimin nods, checking his phone, Weve been here forever. How long does it take to have a
baby?

It takes forever apparently. Namjoon answers with a smirk. She had the baby.

What?!

No way! Jimin cries. Whatd she have? Do I have a new sister or brother?

I told you, its gonna be a boy! Taehyung maintains. Right? He stares at his parents, It was a
boy, wasnt it?

Jin stands up and gestures for everyone to follow him as he leads the way to the nursery- to where
the newborns are all sleeping or squirming around in their beds. See that bed in the middle?

Taehyung frowns, I dont see a Youngsu or Kyung name card.

Or a Seoyun. Jimin comments, scanning each bed.

Change of plans, Jin smiles at his youngest son through the glass, meet your new brother,
Jungkook.

Jungkook. Taehyung repeats while shooting a look that clearly conveys I told you so! to his
brother. He waves wildly at the newborn. Hes so small!

His eyes are huge! Jimin observes, pressing himself closer to the glass. When can we hold
him?

Namjoon ruffles Jimins hair, Tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Taehyung whines. Why not now?

Because right now its three in the morning and were going home. Namjoon explains, rolling
his eyes good-naturedly at his sons complaints. Your moms going to stay here with Soobin and
Jungkook, right, Jin?
 Jin absently nods his head, staring at Jungkook.

Well see them again tomorrow, okay? Say goodbye to your mom and Jungkook, boys.

Jimin reluctantly pulls himself away from the glass and hugs his mom, Taehyung doing the same a
moment later before they follow their dad out of the nursery.

Jin watches with rapt attention as Jungkook rolls around, stretching his tiny arms and kicking his
legs out, his eyes are wide open, looking around wildly- and Jin thinks that, maybe, Jungkooks
looking for him. That maybe this amazing little boy is already as attached to him as Jin is to him.

Dont worry, Jungkook; Jin whispers as he places his hand against the glass, Ill always be
here.

Chapter End Notes

I'm not gonna lie; I'm a little sad to see the adoption storyline finished :(

BUT, on the plus side, now I can include Yoongi and Hoseok in the story again :D
Honestly, there's been so much Namjin in this story lately that I feel like I need to
balance it out with some brotherly Vmin, Yoonmin, and some more Jungkookie ;)

Anyways, I'm so excited to hear your guys' thoughts on this part! I really hope
everyone enjoyed it as much as I did writing it <3
 Los Angeles: City of... mishaps?
Chapter Notes

I originally set out to write a cute Yoonmin chapter with some fluffy VHope mixed
in.

And, uh, what came out was a chapter completely devoid of Yoongi and Hoseok...
whoops :P

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This isnt fair.

Namjoon sighs for what seems like the hundredth time in the span of an hour. He leads Jimin
through the security checkpoint, Its one week, not forever, kiddo.

Whatever. Jimin continues glaring at his dad and shoves his earbuds into his ears, resolutely
ignoring his entire family as they find the correct terminal and grab a few seats while waiting for
their boarding call.

If Id known he was going to be so upset at being separated from Yoongi I wouldve just
suggested bringing him along.

Namjoon rolls his eyes at Jins suggestion- as sweet as it might be, itll do some good for Jimin to
spend some time with his family and relax. Besides, Namjoons sure that as soon as they reach
Los Angeles, Jimins going to forget all about missing Yoongi in favor of sightseeing.

Hes just being annoying. You dont see me whining about not being able to hang out with
Hoseok. Taehyung says as he boldly reaches into his dads pocket and grabs his wallet, Can I
take this? he asks before waiting for an answer and darting off in the direction of the food court
inside the airport. Ill be right back!

Jin takes out his English phrasebook and turns to Namjoon, Listen to this, Namjoon nods and
barely avoids cringing at Jins thick accent while he greets him in English. Howd it sound?

Namjoon chuckles, Uh, good, yeah. Very good.

Liar. Jin pointedly stares at him. Youll have to do the talking when we get there.

Thats probably for the best. Namjoon agrees with a smile. Keep practicing, though. Itll get
easier, trust me.

For the record, Jimin says while his mom keeps repeating something in English over and over
again. I hate this.

Heaven forbid your parents take you on a trip halfway across the world. Namjoon quietly muses
to himself. What a horrible dad I must be.

You didnt even ask if I wanted to come!

Namjoon sighs (again) and swears that if his his hair was still black, youd be able to see all the
grey hairs Jimins given him this past week. Youre sixteen, kiddo. You dont get a choice in
family vacations. You come regardless of whether you want to or not.

Thats not fair, though!

Jiminie, Jin says, setting his book down, this trip is going to be amazing, and youll see Yoongi
again in a week. Its not the end of the world.

But Ill miss him.

And hell miss you. Jin assures his son. But just think of all the stories youll have to tell him
once you come back! And you can buy him souvenirs!

I guess, Jimin shrugs, though he isnt glaring at Namjoon anymore, so Jin thinks hes done a
pretty good job of defusing Jimins hissy fit.

What do you think, Kookie? Jin taps his youngest son on his head, causing the boy to look up
from where hes sitting in Taehyungs vacant seat. Are we going to have fun in America?

Jungkook looks up at the sound of Mommys voice and smiles when he sees him. But hes not
close enough- Jungkook wants to be closer to Mommy! He climbs over Jmin to get to Mommy,
which is fun because Jmins lap is cushy and Jungkook would just stay on top of Jmin, but
Mommys so close now and Jungkook finally makes it over to him with a huge smile, giggling
when Mommy grabs him around his waist and settles him on his lap.

Mommys lap isnt as squishy as Jmins, but its still comfy and Jungkook leans back in
Mommys arms, watching people pass in front of him with big cases rolling behind them. And
Jungkook recognizes the rolling cases- Daddys got one! And so does Mommy! And Jmin and
TaeTae have them, too!

Jungkooks not sure why he doesnt get one, though. He wants one! Mommy! Want one!

What do you want?

Rolly box! Jungkook points at where a man is rolling one by them. That!

Thats called a suitcase, Kookie.

Sootcase?

Its where you put everything youre taking with you on a trip, Mommy is telling him and
Jungkooks eyes widen in horror; hes going on a trip! Hes going to Jungkook frowns in
thought but he cant really remember where hes going, but he knows hes going on an airplane-
and Jungkooks never been on an airplane, and hes so, so, so excited! But if hes going
somewhere, doesnt he need a sootcase, too? Why didnt Mommy tell him sooner! He didnt pack
anything!

Youve already got one, Jungkookie.

Jungkook turns to look at Jmin, frowning. Hes pretty sure hed remember if he had his own
rolling thingy. Jmins clearly crazy.

Need one!

Jimins right, Kookie; youve got one, remember? We packed it full of your clothes and toys last
night.

Jungkooks only slightly distrustful of Daddys words. He wants to believe him and maybe if he
thinks about it hard enough he can kind of remember putting his things inside of a big box before
bed last night because Daddy said he needed a bunch of things for their trip. And Jungkook had
nodded and listened (because hes a good boy), but he didnt really understand what Daddy
meant- he was more confused why Daddy was taking his clothes out his closet and some of his
toys and packing them away.

And Jungkook didnt like that Daddy was taking his things, so hed cried for Mommy to make
him stop (Daddy has his own things! Why did he need his, too?), and, really, the only other thing
Jungkook remembers from last night was Mommy rocking him in his arms, and hed smelled nice-
like the dinner theyd just had, and Jungkook had closed his eyes in the middle of telling Mommy
that Daddy was stealing his things and then hed fallen asleep.

But Jungkook gets it now!

Daddy wasnt stealing his stuff hopefully. Hopefully his toys and clothes are in the big box and
hell get to see them soon!

Can you tell Daddy what I taught you to say, Kookie?

Jungkook eagerly nods his head; he can do that! He practiced so many times (even when Mommy
wasnt around because he wanted to make Mommy proud of him!) and his stuffed animals had all
thought hed sounded just as good as Mommy by the time hed grown tired of saying the same
word over and over again.

Jungkook looks at where Daddy is and opens his mouth, saying the word that feel so unfamiliar
and weird- and it doesnt sound like anything to Jungkook, but Daddy looks so happy, and hes
smiling at him and kissing him and Jungkook giggles because he did a good job!

He wants more smiles so he says it again, Hello!

Jungkook doesnt even know what it means, but Mommy told him that its a polite thing to say
and that even in a foreign country he needs to remember his manners. And Jungkook prides
himself on having manners! Hes very good at saying please and thank you (when he
remembers to, that is).

Daddy says something back to him and Jungkook doesnt understand it so he figures that Daddys
speaking in English- Mommy once told him that Daddy could say anything in English, and
Jungkook doesnt know why Daddy learned English when Korean is hard enough- but its
probably a good thing that Daddy knows how to speak English because Mommy says thats what
people in other countries speak.

Jungkook doesnt understand why everyone cant just speak Korean because that would make
everything so much easier and make more sense, but Jungkook supposes its not that big of a deal
if he cant understand what people say in other countries; Daddy will understand, and as long as
Daddys with them everything will be fine.

Taehyung.

Taehyung looks across the aisle at where his moms giving him that distinctive mom look.
What?

I saw that.

Taehyung looks down at where hes liberated Jimins pack of cookies from his brothers lax
grip. Hes asleep. he tells his mom. He didnt even notice.

He will when he wakes up.

Taehyung just shrugs, ripping the package open and grabbing a cookie, startling when fingers
close around his wrist.

Drop. The. Cookie.

Taehyung smiles guiltily at his brother, ChimChim-

Drop it. Jimin repeats, wiping the sleep from his eyes and yawning. Theyre mine.

Come on, let me have one! Taehyung whines, pouting at his brother as he drops the cookie
back into the package.

Jimin snatches the package away from Taehyung and pops a cookie into his mouth, chewing
loudly, Mmmm! So good!

You suck.

Jimin shrugs, eating another cookie. Not my fault you already ate yours.

But Im so hungry! Taehyung dramatically cries out, garnering the attention of a few of the
other passengers on the flight. Im gonna wither away to nothing if I dont have something to
eat!

Taehyung, theyre going to serve dinner in an hour. Namjoon tells him with an eyeroll. Think
you can survive until then?

Not without a cookie to tide me over. Taehyung seriously tells his dad.

Jimin-

Not fair. Jimin says to his dad (and Namjoon has a feeling that thats going to be Jimins
catchphrase for this entire trip), reluctantly handing a cookie over to his brother. Now stop being
a baby.

Love you, ChimChim. Taehyung says around a mouthful of cookie, bits flying into Jimins face
much to the boys displeasure. Another?
Jimin just rolls his eyes and holds the cookies out, allowing Taehyung to stick his hand in and take
another (or four more, but whatever).

They land in LA in the middle of the afternoon and, as luck would have it, Jungkooks suitcase is
missing.

Jin tries to remain calm, but all he can think about is the fact that if it doesnt turn up, theyll have
to get Jungkook new clothes and toys, and really, Jin isnt looking forward to spending his first
day in Los Angeles shopping for things they already own.

Honestly, how did the airline lose a suitcase with a barnyard pattern?

Namjoon comes back from the customer service desk, shaking his head and sighing, They dont
know where it is. Best guess, somewhere in Canada.

Jin scrubs a hand over his face in annoyance.

Please dont say weve gotta go clothes shopping Taehyung grimaces, sitting on top of his
suitcase. Cant he just wear that outfit-

For seven days? Jin asks, suddenly very tired. He looks at Namjoon, New plan, we go to hotel,
drop off the bags, and sightsee the inside of a mall for a few hours.

American malls, Jimin realizes, are just as boring as the malls in Seoul. Especially when youre
stuck in the baby section of a department store.

Wanna go explore?

Jimin does. He absolutely does. But they shouldnt.

Come on, Taehyung tugs on his arm, this is boring and well be back before theyre even close
to being done!

Jimin knows this is a bad idea; their dad explicitly told them not to run off by themselves (and,
honestly, Taehyungs ideas usually end up with them in trouble or grounded- sometimes both), but
Jimins bored out of his mind, so, yeah, he nods his head and, as stealthily as they can, they run
off into another part of the department store, leaving their parents to shop for Jungkook alone.

Daddy! Jungkook looks at Daddy and sticks his lower lip out, wanting to be carried because his
legs are all wobbly and hes tired and walking is too hard right now. Up!

He smiles when Daddy picks him up and he rests his head against Daddys chest, frowning when
Daddys glasses poke against him from where theyre inside his shirt pocket. So he grabs them
and tosses them onto the floor and Daddy doesnt notice, and Jungkook thinks that Daddy
probably didnt like them all that much anyway if they were just stuffed into his pocket

Daddy looks better with his normal glasses, anyway. He doesnt need the dark ones that hide his
eyes.

Somehow, and Jins still not sure how this exactly happened, but somehow hes lost his entire
family.

Except Jungkook.

Because Jungkook is toddling between the racks of clothing and Jin is only a step behind him at
all times because hes not about to lose his baby boy inside this store- not like Namjoon, Jimin,
and Taehyung, anyway.

Honestly, one minute he was grabbing Jungkook from Namjoon while his husband went to look
for his sunglasses that hed noticed were missing, and the next Jin had went to ask Taehyung a
question only to notice that the boy wasnt there. And neither was Jimin.

And then Namjoon hadnt come back, either.

And after phoning everyone to no avail, Jin had decided that hed just continue shopping with
Jungkook (while simultaneously keeping an eye out for his family) and get this shopping trip out
of the way as soon as possible.

Theyre in trouble, that much is obvious.

Though, to be perfectly honest, Taehyung doesnt know why. Seriously, they were just trying on
hats (Taehyungs still sporting a cowboy hat while Jimins got an oversized sunhat flopping into
his eyes every so often) and dancing to the music that was playing on the stores speakers when
some man had started talking to them in a very stern voice.

Taehyungs knowledge of English is practically non-existent (and Jimins is even worse), so,
yeah, this situation is not ideal.

Maybe he thought we were gonna steal the hats? Jimin quietly says, cringing when the man
says something to him in a tone that is decidedly not friendly.

No speak English! Taehyung tries to tell the man again, his accent heavier than even his moms
and the words sound so weird and they leave an odd sensation in his mouth. Taehyung eventually
just shrugs his shoulders at whatever the man says in response.

Wheres Dad when you need him, right? Jimin mutters.

Jin is finally done shopping. Hes got a basket full of clothes for Jungkook- most of them red
because Jungkooks going through a phase where he refuses to wear anything that isnt red, and
Jin makes his way to the checkout counter with Jungkook tagging along beside him, his hand
firmly clasped in Jins own larger one.

Hello! Jungkook waves at a lady as they pass her and Jin chuckles at how excited Jungkook is
to interact with new people.
They finally arrive at the checkout and Jin greets the woman on the other side of the counter,
starting to unload his basket. Once everything is put through, the woman says something to him
and Jin smiles apologetically, shrugging in confusion when she repeats her words.

And this is why he needs Namjoon with him. Because, as it is, Jins staring at the woman, the
womans staring back at him, Jungkooks staring at them both, and Jin has no clue what to do.

He tries handing her his credit card, but she only pushes it back at him, saying something else-
slower this time, and great, thanks, that really helped. He tries a different tactic and grabs the
money he converted into American bills before they left Seoul and hands them to her, shrugging
helplessly when she hands those back, too.

Jin sighs and continues to try and communicate with this poor woman whos probably just as
frustrated as he is.

For future reference, Namjoon says, dont take the hats off the mannequins, dont start a dance
contest in the middle of a store, and dont run off without letting your mom or me know where
youre going. Got it?

To be fair, Jimin smirks at his brother, it wasnt really a contest; I won hands down.

Namjoon tries, ultimately failing, to not laugh. Not really the thing to be focusing on, kiddo.

Mommy?

Jungkook looks up at Mommy, wondering why he isnt paying attention to him. He tugs at
Mommys pants, but he just gets a pat on his head for that and, no, that wasnt really what
Jungkook was going for. He wants attention; hes soooo bored!

Hes been watching Mommy try to do something for such a long time, and Jungkook doesnt
know what hes trying to do, but why is it taking so long? Jungkooks hungry and tired and
Bunnys in TaeTaes backpack and hes probably missing Jungkook, and what if Bunnys lonely
or thinks Jungkooks forgot about him?

Mommy?

Mommy keeps talking to the woman and Jungkook doesnt know what theyre saying because
hes pretty sure Mommys speaking the language that Daddy knows so well, but Jungkook only
knows how to say hello so he doesnt think hell be able to help very much.

Mommy?

What is it, honey? Mommy finally asks him, lifting him into his arms, and Jungkook smiles
because now he can actually see Mommy properly- he looks a little tired, kind of like how Daddy
looks after he comes home from work, but still perfect and Jungkooks positive that his mommy is
the most perfect mommy in the whole world! Jungkook grabs onto Mommys face and kisses him
on the nose, Love you, Mommy!
And Mommys smiling at him and telling him how much he loves him, too (Jungkook loves being
told how much Mommy loves him!), but then Jungkook sees Daddy over Mommys shoulder; and
theres Jmin, and if Jmins here, TaeTaes gotta be here, too!

Which means Bunnys close by!

Jungkook wiggles in Mommys hold, desperate to get down and run to TaeTae. When hes let
down, Jungkook shoots off and crashes into TaeTaes legs, hopping up and down in front of his
brother- give him Bunny! Bunny, TaeTae!

Oh, right, yeah, TaeTae says before getting Bunny out of his backpack and shaking it in front of
Jungkooks face before handing it over- and Jungkook checks Bunny over; making sure hes okay
before tightly hugging him to his chest. Did you miss Bunny, Kookie?

Jungkook doesnt bother answering TaeTae; hes got better things to do- like flopping down onto
the floor and telling Bunny all about what he and Mommy have been up to!

Its a day later and Jimin is dumbfounded- dumbfounded!

Because while his mom, dad, and Jungkook are all taking embarrassing touristy pictures with the
Hollywood sign in the background; Taehyung is surrounded by teenage girls- all giggling and
smiling at him, apparently finding his broken English charming!

Its not charming, fyi. Its just bad.

But whatever. Seemingly American girls (and even some older women- wait, what?!) think
Taehyungs just so cute and precious and bleh. Jimin could throw up at all the affection getting
thrown his brothers way.

American food, Namjoon learns, is Jins new favorite thing- and Jimins, and Taes, and even
Jungkook (his picky little eater) is in love with French fries and waffles with whipped cream on
them. Which basically means that Namjoon spends about 500% more money on food than he
originally thought he would.

Hed thought that going to the beach for a day would give his wallet a break, but no.

Hes clearly underestimated his familys ability to find food even on a beach.

Because at every turn Jin manages to find a food truck; Jimin and Taehyung steal his wallet and
come back moments later with pretzels as big as their heads, cotton candy for Jungkook, and a
steak kabob for him and Jin to share (it should be noted that Namjoon gets exactly one bite before
Jin claims the entire thing for himself); and even Jungkook somehow succeeds in getting Namjoon
to buy him a lollipop as round as his head at the end of the day.

Jungkook doesnt know whats happening. Daddys surrounded by a bunch of people and
Mommys holding him, and Jmin and TaeTae are standing off to the side. Mommys saying
something to Jmin, but Jungkook cant hear what it is over the sound of the people around Daddy
all talking so fast and in that weird language.

Jungkook doesnt know what a rap monster is, but everyone keeps saying those two words over
and over again, so its gotta be important, right?

Mommy, rap monster?

Do you know who Rap Monster is, Kookie?

Jungkook tilts his head to the side at TaeTaes question because apparently Rap Monster is a
person, and how is Jungkook supposed to know who it is? He only knows four people and hes
pretty sure that nobody in his family is Rap Monster.

No.

Its Dad. Jmin tells him, pointing at where Daddy keeps doodling on papers that people keep
shoving in his face. And Jungkook wonders why nobody is letting him draw pictures on papers.
Dont those people wanna see his doodles, too? Jungkooks an excellent doodler! He's probably
even better than Daddy!

Whats a Rap Monster? Jungkook asks because he still doesnt know what a Rap Monster is.
Jmin says its Daddy, but if its Daddy, then why dont people just call him Daddy and not Rap
Monster? Or even Namjoonie- because sometimes Jungkook hears Mommy calling Daddy that,
too.

Its just Dads stage name, Kookie. TaeTae tells him and Jungkook shakes his head in
frustration because that didnt clear anything up; he doesnt know what a stage name even is and
TaeTaes just making him even more confused!

So, good trip? Bad trip? Still mad we brought you along, Jiminie?

Jimin reluctantly shakes his head, smiling at his dad. No, I guess it was fun.

I bet youre excited to see Yoongi again, though.

I cant wait to show him the shirt I bought him-

And the hat, and the bag, and the phone case, Taehyung mutters with a grin. Seriously, how
much stuff did you get him? Howd you get it all to fit in your suitcase?

He didnt. Namjoon interrupts. Half of its shoved into mine and your moms.

Jimin grins, I couldnt just not get him something-

I think you mean twenty somethings. Taehyung smirks. I just got Hoseok a hat.

Jimin stares at his brother with a raised eyebrow, And?

And nothing. Taehyung quickly says, shooting Jimin a look that clearly says shut up! Whos
hungry? Should we get something to eat before the plane boards?
 Jin grabs onto Taehyungs arm to stop him from getting up, What else did you buy Hoseok?

Uh Taehyung rubs the back of his neck. Nothing. Because, unlike my dear brother, Im
responsible with my money.

But not with Dads. Jimin snorts.

Okay, fine, Taehyung relents at the looks on his parents face. I got him a toy.

Namjoon frowns, What kind of toy was it?

Just a random toy, thats all.

Thats not all. Jimin singsongs, laughing at the look of betrayal on Taehyungs face. Tell them
how much it cost!

How much, Taehyung? Namjoon asks with a prolonged sigh. Do I need to take a loan out?

I mean, Taehyung chuckles unashamedly, shrugging his shoulders, youll see how much it was
when your check your credit card statement.

Thats exactly the kind of answer I was afraid of. Namjoon mumbles, vowing to not let his
credit card out of his sight when Taehyungs within pickpocketing distance.

Chapter End Notes

The next chapter is absolutely, 100% gonna have Yoongi and Hoseok in it! Because
I miss writing Yoonmin and VHope lol

As an added bonus- I'm gonna try my hardest (fingers crossed) to get out a
Halloween chapter for you guys within the next few days! :D
 Hoseok is (not so) secretly afraid of everything
Chapter Notes

Happy Halloween, lovelies <3

To celebrate this fantastic holiday, have some Yoonmin and V-Hope :D

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Taehyung corners Hoseok in the hallway between their lockers, his textbooks precariously
balanced in his arms. Were going trick r treating on Saturday night, right?

Hoseok slowly shakes his head, confused. I mean, I figured wed hang out, but were a little
old to go trick r treating, Tae.

Taehyung, clearly shocked, takes a step back, Too old?

I think the socially acceptable age limit for going trick r treating is, like, fourteen. Hoseok tells
him with a frown. Maybe thirteen.

B-But candy! Taehyung very nearly wails, Free candy!

Hoseok laughs and slings an arm around Taehyungs shoulders, leading him towards the cafeteria.
If itll make you feel better, we can dress up for the Halloween dance.

But what about my free candy?

Ill buy you a bag of candy, okay? Hoseok promises him as he grabs a tray for Taehyung, then
one for himself. Seriously, all the gummy worms you can eat, okay?

And well dress up for the dance?

Hoseok smiles brightly, As anything you want.

In hindsight, telling Taehyung they could dress up as anything mayve been a bad idea.

Hoseok doesnt know where Taehyung got these costumes on such short notice (seriously, its
only been three days since they talked about dressing up), but its now Friday- the dance starts in
less than an hour and Hoseoks just not 100% sold on this idea.

Mainly because the shorts hes wearing are almost indecent with how short they are.

I dont think Ive got the legs to pull these off, Tae. Hoseok says as he looks at himself in the
mirror in his bedroom. Why cant I wear pants? You get to wear pants.

Just be thankful I let you wear shorts and not a skirt. Taehyung giggles and comes up behind
Hoseok to wrap his arms around his midsection, nuzzling his face in the older boys neck. He
looks into the mirror and beams, Youve definitely got the legs to pull them off. You look
amazing!

Hoseok blushes, ducking his head. Youre just saying that.

Taehyung shakes his head and presses a light kiss to his cheek. Your legs look insane- for real.
Now, come on, weve gotta get going.

Hoseok takes one last look at himself in the mirror, trying to tug his white shorts just a little lower
to no avail. He eventually gives up and grabs the cat plushie off his bed, handing it to Taehyung,
Dont forget Meowth.

Ready to protect the world from devastation? Taehyung asks before they leave Hoseoks
bedroom. To unite all peoples within our nation?

Hoseok laughs, nodding his head, Team Rocket is always ready. Im insulted youd even ask
that.

Lets blast off at the speed of light, then, yeah?

The Halloween dance at their school is already underway, and about an hour into it Jimin sees
something over Yoongis shoulder that makes his entire body freeze. Oh, no

Yoongi snaps his fingers in front of Jimins face, focusing his attention on him, Whats up?

This is embarrassing, this is so embarrassing, this is so, so embarrassing! Jimin points at where
his dad is bopping along to the music across the gymnasium near the exit, his mom nowhere to be
found, but Jimins not fooled; if his dads here then his moms gotta be close by.

Yoongi laughs when he finally sees whats making his boyfriend freak out, Whys your dad
dressed as a piece of bacon?

Thats your response to seeing my parents here?

Yoongi quickly nods his head, laughing even harder a second later when he spots Jimins mom
dressed as a fried egg. This is too funny!

No. Jimin firmly tells him. This is not funny. This is a disaster.

Oh, my god. Taehyung stops dead in his tracks, two cups of punch outstretched towards his
brother and Yoongi. Please tell me Im not seeing what I think Im seeing.

Are those your parents? Hoseok asks as he comes up to the rest of the group. You didnt tell
me they were chaperoning the dance.

I didnt know! Taehyung cries out, placing his head in his hands. Why are they here?!

Chaperoning, obviously. Yoongi gets out between laughs.

But why? Jimin whines, holding in the urge to stomp his foot in a childish display of
displeasure. He gapes when his mom starts moving along to the song thats playing and- dear god,
no! Hes dancing, Tae! Weve gotta stop him!

Taehyung readily agrees, eyes widening even further when his dad starts dancing in earnest, too.
Why would they think its okay to be here?!

Hoseok coos at the sight of the two adults dancing together, Theyre so cute together!

I think you mean embarrassing. Jimin corrects him, grimacing when his dad starts doing his
version of krumping. This is definitely embarrassing.

Nah, man, theyre cute. Hoseok maintains, grinning widely. Look at them! Theyre dressed as
bacon and eggs! How can that not be the cutest costume ever?

Taehyung grabs onto Jimins arm and drags him through the crowd to stand in front of their
parents. What a coincidence, seeing you two here.

Yeah, I didnt know you were students here. Jimin adds.

The school called us earlier today and asked if we could chaperone the dance, Jin explains. We
figured you two wouldnt mind-

Wouldnt mind? Taehyung repeats incredulously. How would you feel if your mom and dad
were at your high school dance?

Namjoon shrugs, I like to think Id be okay with it.

Doubtful. Jimin mutters. Can you please, please leave?

Not until the end of the dance, Jiminie. Youll just have to suck it up and pretend were not
here.

For the record, Taehyung says, I am not okay with this.

Duly noted. Namjoon nods. While youre both here, though, what do you think of our
costumes?

Jimin rolls his eyes and walks away while Taehyung grudgingly tells his parents, Hoseok
thought you guys were really cute.

See, Namjoon, I told you we looked adorable!

I didnt say people wouldnt think we were adorable, Namjoon quietly points out, I just said I
didnt want to be the piece of bacon.

You know the rules of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Jin says with an unapologetic shrug. You lost
fair and square.

The rest of the dance goes off without a hitch mostly.

Theres a point during the dance where some girl (foolishly) challenges Hoseok to a dance-off and
then runs off crying when he beats her ass- Taehyungs exact words; Namjoon and Jin try to
reign in their desire to dance, but, honestly, theyre both dance machines and its hard to ignore the
call of the music, much to Jimin and Taehyungs mortification; and Jimin ends up spilling punch
all over Yoongis monster costume, which prompts Namjoon to offer his own as a substitute, so
instead of Jimin dressed as a giant cookie and Yoongi being a monster, aka Cookie Monster-
theyre now Bacon and a Cookie.

Which, yeah- not really the couple costume they were going for.

By the end of night Taehyungs lost his Meowth plushie somewhere in the gym; Yoongi is so
ready for bed; Jimin just wants to be able to manoeuvre around without bumping into things
because walking around as a giant cookie is really fucking inconvenient; and Hoseok is just happy
that hell be able to change into pants soon.

Namjoon offers to drive everyone home, making a quick stop to pick Jungkook up from his
babysitters house. When he opens the backseat and buckles his son into his carseat, its to the
sounds of everyone cooing over Jungkooks Halloween costume.

Hes so cute!

Thats the most precious thing Ive ever seen! Yoongi lightly pinches Jungkooks cheek. Is it
crazy that I want Kookie to dress like this every day?

Jin laughs from the front of the car, shifting in his seat to stare at Jungkook. Im not sure if hed
like that, but he does make an adorable piece of sushi, right?

Jimin nods along before frowning as looks around the car, Oh, god, we look like a buffet. This is
awkward- why are we all dressed as food? It looks like we planned this!

I think we look cute. Jin says with a grin. Maybe next year we can actually plan a theme with
all our costumes.

Oh, yeah, Jimin scoffs, thats totally gonna happen.

Yoongi shrugs a shoulder, Id be down with it.

Jimin gapes at his boyfriend, turning his attention to Hoseok when the older boy agrees with it,
too. Youre all crazy!

As long as its not lame, sure. Taehyung states. Come on, ChimChim, you dont wanna be the
odd one out next year, do you?

Jimin sighs exaggeratedly, Fine. But no more food costumes!

Its the day after the dance (officially Halloween, as Taehyung keeps loudly reminding everyone
within earshot) and Hoseok is wishing that hed stayed in bed instead of agreeing to hang out with
Tae, Jimin, and Yoongi.

Because Hoseok has his moments where hes an idiot, but this?

This takes the fucking cake.

He doesnt even know why he lied to Taehyung in the first place- okay, fine, he knows why he
lied; but it was only because he didnt want Taehyung to think he was a giant loser. So, yeah,
whatever, he told Taehyung he wasnt scared of anything, and that of course hed go with him to
the Halloween fair in-town. And, why yes, hed be more than delighted to accompany the younger
boy into the haunted house because that sounded like fun.

Hoseok isnt really sure what the endgame for this plan was. In all honesty, the best case scenario
was what? Impress Taehyung? He shouldve just been upfront with his boyfriend about his
fears of well- of everything.

But whatever. Its too late now; theyre waiting in line to get inside the haunted house and Hoseok
just wants to run away and confess his fears to Taehyung, but hes dug himself in too deep with
his lies at this point, so

Here goes nothing.

Hopefully he can control his fears for twenty minutes and keep his pride intact.

All Taehyung can hear is Hoseok screaming- literally, thats all he hears. Because Hoseoks
mouth is right next to his ear and his mouths been open this entire time in a scream (sometimes
silent- most of the time not).

And, truthfully, if he had known that Hoseok would turn into a little girl the second they got into
the haunted house he wouldve taken his phone out and started filming way sooner.

His boyfriend is such a liar, Taehyung thinks with a smirk. All his talk of being so manly and Im
not scared of anything, Tae! is such bullshit that Taehyung cant help but laugh at Hoseoks mini
freak-outs every time something scares him (which is, like, every thirty seconds).

Tae, I dont like this!

Taehyung loudly laughs at the sound of Hoseoks whimpers, clutching at his stomach as Hoseok
takes baby-steps forwards, his face pulled into a wide grimace.

To be fair, though, Taehyung muses to himself as he looks behind them, Jimin isnt doing much
better with the way hes clutching at Yoongis arm for dear life, wide eyes scanning the
environment for any kind of threat.

Ah! No!

Taehyung almost doubles over in laughter when he sees Hoseok on the ground, hand over his
heart as he stares at the skeleton thats now dangling from the ceiling.

It came out of nowhere!

Taehyung helps Hoseok up, still giggling, and lets his boyfriend latch onto his arm, his nails
digging into the skin just a bit too much for Taehyungs comfort. Think you can make it the rest
of the way through?

Hoseok doesnt answer him, opting to shuffle forward with his eyes clenched shut, trusting
Taehyung to guide him out of the haunted house.
*

I cant believe you made me come in here! Jimin hisses through clenched teeth. I hate you!

Yoongi pulls Jimin closer with a smirk, wrapping an arm around the younger boys waist. He
cant see Hoseok or Taehyung anymore- not since a paper cut-out of a werewolf popped out in
front of them and Hoseok ran the fuck off, pulling Taehyung along with him. Though, every so
often, Yoongi can still hear Hoseoks screams, so he figures theyre not too far ahead of him and
Jimin.

Somethings gonna pop out, somethings gonna pop out, somethings gonna pop out

Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jimins whimpering. Nothings gonna pop out-

But, as luck would have it, right when Yoongi says that, someone dressed in a (poorly made)
vampire costume jumps out at them, claiming I vant to suck your blood! Blah! and Jimin
well Jimin fucking bolts.

As in, out of the goddamn haunted house- leaving Yoongi to chase after him (bypassing Hoseok,
whos curled up on the ground, and Taehyung, whos trying to bribe him into getting up with the
promise of unlimited kisses and cuddles).

Once Yoongi makes it out of the attraction, he scans his immediate surroundings and spots Jimin
hunched over and panting near the bumper cars. Youre such a baby, you know that?

Jimin straightens up and crosses his arms across his chest. You know I dont like jumpscares!

But they were so lame! Yoongi argues, shaking his head in amusement. How can you be
scared of some random guy dressed as a vampire? The fucking vampires from Twilight were
scarier than he was!

Shut up. Jimin mumbles, clearly embarrassed. He turns away from Yoongi and stares at the
people on the other rides. Just so you know, we are not watching any scary movies tonight.

Yoongi huffs, Come on- thats the best part of Halloween! We eat a ton of chocolate, binge
watch shitty movies, and I make fun of you for getting scared. Its a tradition!

Its not a fun one. Jimin grouses under his breath.

Itll be even more fun this year, Yoongi continues, Taehyung and Hoseok are gonna watch
with us and we can make fun of him instead of you.

You mean along with me.

Remind me again why Im not allowed in the kitchen-

Jimin stares at his mom, Because you werent invited.

Jin looks taken aback for a moment, glancing at Namjoon, Did you hear that? Ive gotta be
invited to go into my own kitchen.
Namjoon smirks, Obviously,

If were all hanging out and you or Dad are just around itll ruin everything.

Everything. Taehyung agrees. Dont be lame, Mom.

Yeah, Jin, dont be lame. Namjoon grins at his husband, dodging the smack Jin aims at his arm.
Dont worry, Jiminie, well stay in our room tonight-

Unless Kookie needs us. Jin points out, holding up his hands to stop the beginning of their
protests. No negotiations.

Ugh, fine. Taehyung pouts. But try to keep your son under control, yeah?

Namjoon barks out a laugh at Taehyungs audacious comment and ruffles his sons hair, Well
try and reign Kookie in, kiddo, but no promises.

Hoseok is not happy.

And for a guy whose nickname is J-Hope thats kind of a big deal.

Taehyung had promised him they were gonna spend Halloween watching Disney movies- which,
obviously, Hoseok was down for. Disneys awesome- its awesome, okay? And Taehyung had
boasted having the collectors edition of Mulan (the best Disney movie ever- Hoseok will fight
anyone who says differently), so Hoseok was pumped for a G-rated Halloween devoid of any
scary movies.

until Yoongi arrived, that is.

Because once Yoongi comes over, arms laden with movies that Hoseok is sure will give him
nightmares for the next eight months, Mulan gets turned off and Hoseoks happy, carefree
Halloween is turned into a Friday the 13th marathon.

yay.

(Hoseoks starting to think that maybe- just maybe, telling him they were gonna watch Disney
movies was just a cruel trick to get him to agree to coming over.)

Theyre three movies in; someones just gotten decapitated in a rather horrific way and Hoseok
decides that no- Nope, nope, nope. He cant do this anymore. His teeth are chattering, hes so
edge that every time someone even so much as breathes loudly he jumps about a foot into the air,
and he just needs to calm down.

He gets up from his spot on the couch and wanders past where Yoongi and Jimin (whos
watching the movie through slits in his fingers) are sprawled out on the floor and into the kitchen
to grab a glass of water.

Its when hes halfway through gulping down his drink when he hears it- a distinct thwack against
the window in the kitchen that makes him shout in surprise and clutch his drink to his chest,
breathing heavily.

Hoseok hesitantly (very hesitantly) inches himself forwards, then decides fuck it. He doesnt care
what made that sound. For real, he doesnt care; nothing good ever comes from investigating
weird sounds on Halloween- in fact, it usually ends with someone getting brutally murdered. So,
yeah, no thank you.

Hoseok enters the living room again and stops dead in his tracks at the sight that greets him:
everyones gone.

The movies paused, Taehyungs bowl of popcorn is on the coffee table, and Jimins can of soda
is still unopened on the floor. But, uh, yeah nobodys here.

Hoseok isnt stupid. Hes not fooled into thinking that everyone just coincidentally decided that
now was the perfect time for a bathroom break.

Theyre trying to freak him out.

and, fine, its working a little bit because theres another fucking thwack against the window
and Hoseok swears he hears a door creaking, and the house is pitch black (the only light in the
living room is coming from the TV, and seeing Jason Voorhees is not a comforting sight).

You guys are lame, you know that, right? Hoseok calls out, refusing to be scared. He sits back
on the couch and patiently waits for his friends to come back.

Because he is not gonna go looking for them.

Hes not.

okay, fine, maybe he is.

Because being alone in a dark house is so much worse than being scared by his friends jumping
out of a closet to scare him (or whatever stupid thing they have cooked up).

So, uh, Jimin is not in on the plan of everyone hiding from Hoseok.

Hes legitimately in the bathroom when someone bangs on the door, startling the hell out of him.
Oh, my god! Go away!

Another knock, this time even louder.

Ill be out in a minute! Jimin shouts, annoyed, and then goddamn petrified when a piece of
paper is slipped underneath the door with what looks like a bloody handprint on it.

All thoughts of actually going to the bathroom fly out of his head and he hastily pulls his
sweatpants back on, bending down to pick up the paper. He flings the door open and expects to
see Yoongi standing there- excited to see if his dumb prank got Jimin scared or not (for the record,
it only scared him a little).

But nobodys there.

Great.

going outside mayve been a mistake.

Because its fucking freezing and Hoseok is wearing a tank-top and shorts and the only reason he
even went outside was because he thought the thwacking on the window was Taehyung, or even
Yoongi and Jimin, messing with him.

Now that Hoseoks actually outside, the flashlight on his phone barely illuminating anything in the
Kims backyard, he doesnt see Taehyung or Yoongi or Jimin. Which, uh, now that he knows
hes alone out here, its ten times creepier.

Thwack!

Hoseok spins around so fast that he loses his balance, falling face first onto the grass. He shakily
lifts his head and stares at where he thinks the noise came from- the goddamn kitchen window.

Realistically, Taehyungs probably hiding in the shadows and occasionally hitting the window
with a stick or something. But thats of little comfort to him at the moment because the noise
happens again, and it kinda sounds like its getting closer- and that is not okay with Hoseok! Not
one fucking bit!

Jimin leaves the (relative) safety of the bathroom and heads back into the living room, frowning
when he sees that nobodys there.

Seriously, its been, like, ten minutes since hed said he was going to the bathroom- whered
everyone go?

Jimin huffs and begins searching the house for everyone, checking all the bedrooms, bathrooms,
the basement, and even his dads studio, but theres no sign of anyone.

What? Did they all just disappear? Should he go check all the closets and make sure they didnt
fuck off to Narnia?

Jimins not so much scared as he is annoyed-

Okay, never mind; because a door just slammed shut and Jimins pretty sure it was his bedroom
door, and, well, he was just in his room- there was nothing in there!

unless there was and he just didnt see it.

But hes pretty sure he wouldve noticed Yoongi, Tae, or Hoseok in there. Which only leaves one
logical explanation: his house is haunted by ghosts.

And Jimin is so not prepared to deal with ghosts!

*
Hoseok just might have a heart attack because with each step closer he takes to the mysterious
noise in the backyard his heart beats faster and faster, his palms grow even sweatier, and hes
pretty sure his entire body is shaking.

Tae, I swear, if thats you Hoseok calls out, taking another step. Im gonna- I dont even
know what Ill do! But itll be bad!

Hoseok?

Hoseok will deny it later but he shrieks at the sound of Taehyungs voice behind him. He turns
and launches himself at the other boy, hugging him tightly.

Need air! Taehyung gets out through a strained voice, trying to push Hoseok away and sighing
in relief when the other boy lets him go. Why are you outside?

Not important. Hoseok quickly says. Where were you?

Not outside like a crazy person. Taehyung answers with a frown. Seriously, why are you out
here? Weve been waiting forever for you to come back so we can start the movie again.

I was inside! You were gone!

Taehyung rolls his eyes, I was in my room showing Yoongi my trophy from the science fair and
Jimin was in the bathroom, you spaz. Did you seriously think we were hiding from you or
something?

I thought you were messing with me, yeah, Hoseok quietly admits, nodding his head. I kept
hearing this weird sound outside, and I thought it was you-

Taehyung laughs, You thought I was, what? Just hanging out in my backyard- in the dark,
waiting for you to come out here so I could scare you?

When you put it that way Hoseok shrugs, smiling sheepishly. But I did keep hearing a
banging noise against the window-

Oh, yeah, that, Taehyung waves his concerns off, its just a branch that hits the window in the
kitchen when it gets windy. He shakes his head in amusement at his boyfriend, I cant believe
you thought I would be that much of a dick to hide out here and scare you.

Hoseok chuckles nervously, Sorry- I guess I was just on edge from the movies and- Ah! No!
Fuck! No, no, no, no! Hoseok falls backwards as he scurries away on his hands and knees (only
cowering slightly) from the fucking figure in black that just jumped out at him from behind a tree-
and who does that?!

Taehyung high fives the mysterious figure and Hoseok feels so stupid because he was so focused
on Taehyung scaring him that he forgot all about Min fucking Yoongi- whos just staring at him,
like hes disappointed that Hoseok was that easy to scare.

Fuck you, Yoongi.

For the record, Taehyung says in-between laughs, helping his boyfriend up, Im not that much
of a dick, but Yoongi is.
*

Wheres Jimin?

Taehyung shrugs at Yoongis question, flopping down onto the couch with Hoseok, apologizing
all the while. Hoseok looks like hes distrustful of anything Taehyung says at this point and
Yoongi would be more concerned about Hoseoks mental state except his own boyfriend is
missing at the moment.

And, really, who knows what kind of trouble Jimins gotten himself into?

Ill be back. Yoongi mutters, making his way to the bathroom down the hall and bringing his
fist up to knock against the door. Jimin? Baby? You still in there?

He gets no response and sighs, going to check his boyfriends room, frowning when thats empty,
too. Its pure coincidence that he hears a faint noise coming from thelinen closet of all places
when he passes it. He tries the door and rolls his eyes when it doesnt budge, like somethings
blocking it from the inside. Jimin, you in there?

no.

Yoongi smiles at the sound of his voice. What, uh Whatre you doing in there?

Hiding.

Right, yeah, sure. Yoongi says like thats the most logical explanation. But why?

Theres a ghost!

Yoongi resists the urge (though its really fucking strong) to laugh. A ghost?

It knocked on the door when I was going to the bathroom!

How about that, Yoongi says as he leans against the wall. Are you sure it was ghost?

It slammed my bedroom door closed, Yoongi! And there was a handprint-

Aw, Jimin, sweetie, Yoongi grins, pressing his forehead against the door, that was me and
Tae- we were just trying to scare you.

really?

Really. Yoongi confirms, smiling when the door opens and Jimin peeks his head out, staring at
him with wide eyes. You okay?

You suck. Jimin tells him as he refuses Yoongis offered hand when he exits the closet,
grudgingly following him back to the living room. He narrows his eyes at Taehyung whos
lounging on the couch next to Hoseok, Youre a horrible human being.

If he is human, Yoongi says with a smirk. Jurys still out on that.

Taehyung narrows his eyes at Yoongi, Just for that comment, were watching Disney movies for
the rest of the night.
 Hoseok lifts his head, a hopeful expression on his face, R-Really?

Yoongi scowls, Oh, come on-

You get no say in this. Jimin tells his boyfriend with a pointed stare as he moves to sit away
from Yoongi and beside Hoseok. You lost all movie-choosing privileges when you decided to
scare me!

Yoongi proceeds to sulk throughout the first half of The Little Mermaid, his mood only
brightening considerately when Jimin sidles up to him once more and links their fingers together,
whispering, Dont say a word, because Im still mad at you, but I want cuddles, so

Yoongi doesnt say anything, just smiles and pulls Jimin closer, wrapping an arm around his
shoulders. And suddenly listening to musical numbers about mermaids and true love isnt so bad
with Jimin in his arms.

Go figure.

Chapter End Notes

I've definitely missed writing Yoonmin and V-Hope! They're so much fun!

Anyway, I hope you guys all have a wonderful Halloween and eat a ton of chocolate
and candy!! ^_^

<3
 the problem with relationships [part 1]
Chapter Notes

I feel like I've been gone for so long that I was having withdrawals from this story! (I
just worked ten days straight- I'm basically a zombie at this point lol)

But I'm back now and so is a new update! So everything's good! <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jins puttering around the kitchen, trying to simultaneously fry eggs while keeping a close eye on
Jungkook, whos been sick for the past two days and is cranky and fussy, and Jin would just be
eternally grateful if Jungkooks fever went down a few degrees so his son could at least get a
decent nights sleep.

Unfortunately instead of Jungkooks fever stabilizing into a healthy temperature, Jins greeted by
the sight of Taehyung shuffling into the kitchen, his quilt wrapped around his shoulders, nose red,
eyes puffy, and breathing ragged.

Mom, I think Im sick.

Jin smiles sadly at his son and gestures for him to take a seat at the table. His voice sounds even
worse than Jungkooks and hes shivering like hes cold, but when Jin presses the back of his
hand to his forehead, hes burning up.

Ill call the school and tell them youre not coming in today.

Taehyung absently listens as his mom calls the school, looking up from the drawing Jungkooks
working on at the kitchen table when Jimin walks in. Morning,

Jimin looks at him, then jumps back, making a cross with his index fingers and warding him off
like hes some kind of vampire. He starts holding his breath as he slowly backs up, only breathing
again when theres a good ten feet between them. I dont wanna get sick.

And what? I did? Taehyung asks, coughing loudly when his throat constricts around the words.
Get me some orange juice.

Jimin shakes his head, Im not going near you.

Youre such a bad brother! Taehyung wheezes out. Id take care of you if you were sick!

Jimin sighs in frustration, Stupid guilt trip, he grumbles to himself as he quickly darts back into
the kitchen and thrusts the entire carton of juice at Taehyung. There, I took care of you.

Taehyung pouts at the carton, No cup?

Just drink out of the carton-

Oh, for the love of- dont do that. Jin tells his son once hes off the phone, grabbing a cup from
the dishwasher and filling it for Taehyung. Hes about to put the juice away when he thinks better
of it and grabs Jungkooks sippy cup and fills it up, too, handing it to his youngest. You want
breakfast? I made eggs.

Jimin shakes his head, Theyre contaminated.

Contaminated? Jin asks as he stares at the eggs in the pan. And just how did you come to that
conclusion, Jimin?

Jimin gestures around them, Uh, because its like a quarantine zone in here and theres no way
those eggs havent been tainted with sick germs.

More for me. Taehyung says with a shrug, blowing his nose on the edge of his quilt, much to
Jins dismay. Can I have ice cream, too? My throat hurts so much, Mom.

Hes totally milking this already. Jimin whispers to his mom. Ignore him.

Jin chuckles and sends Jimin on his way with a granola bar. Hurry or youll miss the bus.

Jimin pulls a face at the mention of the bus and Jin sympathizes with him, but really, its not like
he can leave Jungkook and Taehyung alone while theyre sick just to drive Jimin to school. If
you dont want to take the bus why dont you ask Yoongi to pick you up?

Jimin looks up from his phone and grins, Already done. Hell be here in ten. Im gonna wait
outside for him so I dont get diseased.

Im not diseased! Taehyung shouts after his brother with a glare. Youre diseased!

Yeah! Jungkook calls out, smiling at Taehyung. Wanna draw?

Taehyung grabs a green crayon and starts coloring in the sky in Jungkooks picture while his mom
continues making breakfast.

TaeTae, the skys blue not green.

Taehyung shakes his head, Go crazy today, Kookie. Color anything the way you want to, not the
way its supposed to look, okay?

Jungkook looks positively shocked that hes allowed to do such a thing and gleefully grabs a pink
crayon, coloring in the sun with a large smile on his face. After hes finished with the sun,
Jungkook holds the picture up for his mom to see, grinning widely while proclaiming, Mommy! I
made the sun pink just for you!

Jimin patiently waits outside for Yoongi to pick him up, shoving his hands in his pockets in an
effort to keep them warm. He finally sees Yoongis car pull up in front of his house and runs to it,
hopping inside and slamming the door shut, sighing when the vents in the car emit heat.

Jimin turns in his seat to greet his boyfriend, only to jerk away in surprise, mouth open in shock.
You-
Yep. Yoongi says with a nod, pulling away from the curb and beginning the drive to school.
Did you eat anything? You want me to swing through drive-thru and get you a breakfast
sandwich or something?

You- You- Jimin tries to get the words out, but they just wont come. Hes half tempted to cry at
the sight of Yoongis pink hair thats now gone, but then again blond looks really, really good
on him. When did you dye your hair?! Why didnt I know this was coming?!

Yoongi shrugs, I just kinda did it. Spur of the moment, yknow? Do you hate it?

Jimin rolls his eyes, Uh, I love it, obviously, but the pink, Yoongi- I miss it.

Maybe well bring it back one day. Yoongi comforts him with a pat on his knee. So breakfast?
Yes or no?

Jimins stomach growls and he grins, Definitely yes.

Taehyungs lying on the couch, occasionally watching game shows on TV and occasionally
napping, when his cell phone starts vibrating where it rests on his stomach. He jerks awake and
blearily looks at the device, reaching for his glasses and slipping them on before unlocking his
phone and reading his newest text:

From: MY HOPE
November 20, 12:34

Jimin said you were sick :( :(

Are you drinking enough fluids?
Did you sleep enough? Have you eaten lunch yet?
Should I drop out of school and dedicate my life to taking care of you?

From: Tae!!!
November 20, 12:35

JUST WOKE UP FROM MY NAP. DONT FEEL LIKE EATING.

AND PLEASE DONT DROP OUT OF SCHOOL.

From: MY HOPE
November 20, 12:35

Stop yelling at me!

From: Tae!!!
November 20, 12:36

IM NOT YELLING

From: MY HOPE
November 20, 12:37
WHAT DOES THIS LOOK LIKE???????

From: Tae!!!
November 20, 12:37

sorry :( :( :(

From: MY HOPE
November 20, 12:38

:D
Do you want me to bring you anything after school? Maybe a bubble tea to make you feel better?

Taehyung sends a text back as quickly as his fingers will type in the affirmative because of course
he wants bubble tea. He always wants bubble tea.

And hot chocolate. And candy. And lollipops.

Were still on for the movies tonight, right? Because Ive been craving popcorn for, like, a week
now and I thought we could bring some candy back for Kookie and Tae since theyre sick. Jimin
rambles on as he leans against the locker beside Yoongis own. He shoulders his backpack more
securely and stares at his boyfriend when he doesnt reply, Yoongi?

Oh, uh, yeah, what?

Jimin smiles at him and playfully shoves his shoulder, Our date tonight. Were still going, right? I
know you said you might have to work on your history report but-

Yoongi shuts his locker and absently nods his head, avoiding looking at Jimin as he leads them
out of the school. Yeah, I should, uh- I should work on that tonight.

Jimin pouts, Its Friday, though. You can work on it on the weekend, cant you?

Yoongi shakes his head and exits the school, wrapping his scarf around his neck. Nah, I cant. I
really need to get it done.

But-

Drop it, Jimin! Yoongi sharply tells him and Jimins steps falter; Yoongis never snapped at him
before. Like, never ever. Its weird and slightly unsettling because thats not the kind of
relationship they have- they dont get mad at each other enough to snap like that. They dont really
get mad at each other at all. Disagreements here and there, sure, but actual fights? Never.

Sorry, Jimin quietly apologizes. I guess well just hang out later, then.

Yoongi stops before they reach his car and scuffs his boot against the sidewalk, You need a ride
home?

Jimin frowns at Yoongis body language- completely closed off to him like he doesnt want
anything to do with him and Jimin finds himself wanting to be anywhere other than an enclosed
space with his boyfriend at the moment. Nah, Ive got dance practice today.

Okay, cool. Yoongi says, half-heartedly waving goodbye over his shoulder as he gets in his car
and drives away, leaving Jimin to stand on the sidewalk fucking stunned.

Because not only did Yoongi just completely blow him off and get mad at him, but he believed
Jimin when he told him he had dance practice; and Jimin knows Yoongi knows which days he has
practice and which he doesnt. And Friday? Thats the day he and Yoongi hang out- always; no
exceptions.

Something weird is going on, Jimins sure of it.

Taehyung wakes up to the feeling of someone carding their fingers through his hair and he sighs
in contentment, leaning into the touch like some kind of pleased cat.

Feeling better, kiddo?

Taehyung looks up at where his dads perched on the end of the couch, smiling down at him. I
dont feel as cold anymore.

Namjoon grins, Good; Im sure your momll be happy to hear that. Do you feel up to eating
some dinner?

Taehyung sits up and rubs at his eyes, frowning in bewilderment, Its time for dinner already?

Uh huh. Namjoon stands and brushes a piece of lint off his sweater, pushing Taehyung back
down when he tries to get up as well. Stay put, Ill bring dinner to you, okay?

Taehyung watches his dad disappear into the kitchen and sits up on the couch, head tilting in
confusion when he spots a bubble tea on the coffee table, dripping condensation onto the flat
surface and looking generally delicious. Dad? Did Hoseok drop that bubble tea off for me? he
calls out, hastily reaching forwards and grabbing the cup, bringing the straw to his lips and
grimacing when the taste of lychee hits his tongue.

This kid, I swear I leave my drink alone with you for two minutes and you drink it.

Taehyung sharply looks to his right and beams at Hoseok as he brings in two bowls of soup,
setting them down, along with some crackers and napkins. Wheres my tea? Taehyung
immediately demands, making grabby hands at the cup when Hoseok lifts it from where its
hiding behind a stack of DVDs. Taehyung recognizes it as his favorite flavor as soon as it enters
his mouth and he moans in delight at the taste of chocolate. Thanks, Hobi.

Hoseok laughs when the younger boy gulps half of it down in one go and pushes his soup
towards him. Eat some dinner before it gets cold. Your mom told me to make sure you eat at least
half a bowl.

Taehyung obediently starts eating his food. Did you just get here?

Hoseok shakes his head as he crumbles some crackers into his own soup, Ive been here since
after school.
Why didnt you wake me? Taehyung asks with a pout. We couldve spent more time
together.

As if your mom wouldve let me wake you up. Hoseok tells him, grinning. Its cool, though; I
helped him make the soup.

You helped my mom. Make soup. Taehyung slowly repeats, eyebrows furrowed together.
Why?

Hoseok shrugs, I was here and your mom had his hands full with Jungkook so I told him Id help
out. He glances at Taehyung and smiles, Plus, you know, I wanted to help take care of my poor,
sick boyfriend.

Taehyung blushes and leans his head against the other boys shoulder. Wheres Jimin at?

Hes been in his room since we got here.

Taehyung narrows his eyes at the odd behavior. What happened?

Nothing, Hoseok says, shrugging helplessly when Taehyung continues staring intently at him.
Seriously, Tae, I gave him a ride home, we talked about school, and he went upstairs when we
got here. Thats all.

Taehyung abruptly stands and lets his quilt fall from his shoulders, beginning to shiver when his
heat source is removed. He takes wobbly steps forwards- his legs not used to walking after having
slept all damn day, and slowly makes his way upstairs. Ignoring Hoseoks questions as he follows
him to Jimins room, Taehyung knocks on the closed door. ChimChim?

Im busy!

Taehyung rolls his eyes and knocks again, No youre not. Open the door or Im gonna puke all
over it.

go away, Tae. Im not in the mood.

Taehyung exchanges a questioning glance with Hoseok and reluctantly trudges back downstairs
when it looks like his brother isnt going to open the door anytime soon. He sits on the couch and
drags Hoseok down with him. Somethings up.

You think?

Taehyung tiredly nods, Absolutely.

How do you know?

Brothers intuition. Taehyung says with a yawn and Hoseok would laugh at that if his boyfriend
didnt look 100% serious like thats a real thing.

Jimins not freaking out.

Hes not, okay? Because itd be stupid to freak out and obsess over the fact that its Saturday
afternoon and Yoongi still hasnt answered any of his texts that he sent yesterday.

Whatever.

It doesnt matter.

Jimins not desperate or anything for his boyfriend to acknowledge him- Okay, fine, yes he is.

Why hasnt Yoongi answered his texts? Why is he ignoring him? Why does Jimin feel like theyre
fighting- only he has no clue what they could even be fighting about.

Maybe Yoongis just sleeping? Its not unheard of for his boyfriend to sleep for absurdly long
periods of time, but Jimin gets the distinct feeling that this isnt one of those times. In fact, Jimins
getting the feeling, deep down in the pit of his stomach, that Yoongis avoiding talking to him.

Why are you glaring at your wall?

Jimin looks to where Taehyung is entering his bedroom, gently shutting the door behind him and
sitting on the floor, his back leaning against it. Shouldnt you be asleep? Jimin counters.

Taehyung glares at him, Im not Kookie, thanks. Just because Im sick doesnt mean I cant
decide when I want to sleep and when I dont.

Touchy, touchy. Jimin holds his hands up in surrender. Sorry.

Taehyung shakes his head, No, Im sorry. Im just a little cranky from being sick. He spreads
his legs out in front of himself, staring at Jimin, You wanna tell me whats up yet? You were
being weird yesterday.

I think Yoongis avoiding me. Jimin quietly tells his brother, and hearing the words out loud
makes it even worse- it makes it sound real.

Thats crazy.

Jimin fiddles with his phone, not actually doing anything on it, just trying to keep his fingers busy
enough that they wont betray him and send another needy text to Yoongi. He hasnt answered
my texts.

And? Taehyung asks with a confused expression. So what?

He always answers my texts, Tae. Jimin explains. How would you feel if Hoseok didnt
answer yours?

Taehyung shrugs, seemingly unperturbed by the idea. Id just think hes busy, I guess. Its not
like our relationship is dependent on him answering my texts. Is yours?

Jimin rolls his eyes, Of course not-

Then what are you worried about? Taehyung grins.

Jimin doesnt know. Was he stupid for thinking that Yoongi was purposefully avoiding him? Is
he so insecure in their relationship that if they dont communicate with texts every few hours that
something must be wrong?
No. Absolutely not.

Jimins just being needy. Because theres no way that Yoongi is ignoring him.

Theres just no way.

Its Sunday and Jimin has exactly zero texts from Yoongi.

Hes trying not to worry. Hes trying not to read too much into this.

And hes trying to keep his mind preoccupied with other things, like helping his mom around the
house and keeping his dad company in his studio for a few hours, but, really, all that does is eat
away at half the day and the other half is spent with him keeping his phone practically glued to his
hand, checking it every ten minutes to see if Yoongis messaged him back yet.

A simple fucking hello and to know that Yoongis actually alive is all he wants at this point.

By the time Jimins lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, Yoongi still hasnt texted him and Jimin
honestly just wants to see his boyfriend again to make sure that everythings okay.

Everythings not okay.

Because, yeah, sure, Yoongis physically fine, but hes still acting oddly distracted and distant.
You wanna see that movie tonight?

Yoongi looks up from his lunch, What movie?

The movie we were supposed to see on Friday. Jimin slowly explains. Remember? You blew
me off to work on your homework.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, I didnt blow you off-

Jimin scoffs, though he grins a moment later, Yeah, you did.

Whatever. Yoongi mumbles into his sandwich. We can go tonight. You want me to pick you
up?

Jimin stares at his boyfriend in exasperation, Uh, yeah. You know, like good boyfriends usually
do.

Fine, Ill pick you up at seven.

From: Sunshine
November 23, 19:07
running late? :P hurry up or well miss the movie!

From: Sunshine
November 23, 19:10

suga did u forget about our date??? hahaha

From: Sunshine
November 23, 19:18

yoongi???? seriously did u forget?

From: Sunshine
November 23, 19:25

the movie starts in 5 minutes

From: Sunshine
November 23, 19:26

did ur car break down again? o_O

From: Sunshine
November 23, 19:30

i guess were missing the movie :(

From: Sunshine
November 23, 19:42

u suck

Hoseok, sweetheart, you need to go home.

Hoseok looks up at Taehyungs mom, But-

Taell be fine without you here. I am a doctor, you know. I know how to look after sick people
quite well.

Hoseok reluctantly nods his head and stands from where hes sitting on the couch. He squeezes
Taehyungs hand once before being ushered to the front door. Its already dark out and Hoseoks
own mom is probably worried about where he is, but when Hoseok looks back at where
Taehyungs sleeping fitfully on the couch, he pouts and stares at the man in front of him, Maybe
just a few more minutes?

Hoseok, you need to go home. I dont want you catching Taes bug, okay?

I never get sick. Hoseok tells him with absolute conviction. Im very healthy.
Even so, the man says, lets not test that theory, alright?

Okay, Hoseok says, defeated. But- Just- Theres a wet facecloth on the table that Ive been
using to keep his fever down, and if you play with his hair he falls asleep a lot faster, and hell tell
you he wants ice cream, but he wont actually eat it because hes too cold Hoseok stops
talking when he sees the amused look on Taehyungs moms face and he ducks his head in
embarrassment, And you probably know all this, huh?

The man nods and smiles at him, Yeah, but I think its very sweet of you that youre taking such
good care of my son.

Do you think hell be able to go to school tomorrow?

Maybe the next day.

Hoseok sighs and finally turns to leave, Will you- He glances back inside the house and
watches Taehyung, asleep and breathing properly for the first time in four days. Will you tell him
Ill come around after practice tomorrow?

Im sure hell look forward to it. Goodnight, Hoseok.

Jimin wakes up the next morning to five new texts from Yoongi- each one apologizing even more
than the previous one for standing him up because hes stupid and moronic and apparently has the
memory of a goldfish because he did forget all about their date.

And, because Jimin is so in love with his idiot of a boyfriend, he forgives him (but only if Yoongi
makes it up to him by taking him out to the movies tonight and literally buying him all the candy
and popcorn he wants- no objections).

Taehyungs finally over his cold, but his mom still makes him stay home on Tuesday (You need
to recover your strength and energy, Tae. But I wanna see Hoseok- I dont want to get a call
from the school saying you fainted in gym class because you overexerted yourself. I could
just skip gym today- Taehyung. Fine.).

He spends his day watching movies with Jungkook- Or, well, movies isnt entirely accurate
because they watch one movie.

More specifically Frozen.

Because Jungkook is absolutely in love with Elsa and spends half the movie singing along with
her and the other half staring at her with hearts in his eyes, declaring his love for her every few
minutes and gushing about how pretty she is.

So, yeah, Taehyung watches Frozen three times in a row, and then dumps his younger brother off
with his mom in the den because he will not watch that movie again. He wont; he refuses. You
cant make him!

By the time Jimin comes home from school with Hoseok in tow, Taehyung practically jumps on
the two and demands they get Let It Go out of his head because he is. Going. Insane.
Only, instead of them helping him get it out of his head, Hoseok begins belting the lyrics out loud,
Jimin joining in a moment later, and Jungkook comes running into the room, bouncing along to
their singing and then screaming out the chorus along with them.

All of you are just the worst. Taehyung says as he covers his ears, and then throws a pillow at
Hoseoks head, hoping to shut him up, but only succeeding in making him sing louder.
Seriously, the worst people ever.

Isnt Yoongi supposed to be picking him up right about now?

Taehyung looks out the living room window and sees Jimin pacing up and down the sidewalk in
front of their house, checking his phone every few feet. Hell be here. he tells Hoseok as they
continue to watch Jimin.

From: Sunshine
November 24, 18:40

suga?

From: Sunshine
November 24, 18:44

helloooooooo???????????
why arent u answering ur phone?

From: Sunshine
November 24, 18:49

please dont do this to me again

From: Sunshine
November 24, 18:53

:(

From: Sunshine
November 24, 18:59

just let me know whats going on. please.

Its Wednesday morning and Taehyung is not happy.

Because Hoseok- Mr. I-Never-Get-Sick is, in fact, out sick.

So, really, his entire reason for coming to school (besides getting an education, as his parents keep
reminding him) is gone. Which sucks.

And, to top it all off, Jimin is just generally being miserable and a wet blanket.

So, yeah, thanks for that, Yoongi.

Jimin sees Yoongi standing down the hall, talking to some of his friends, and he takes a deep
breath, trying to get his emotions under control. Each step he takes closer to Yoongi, though, he
gets angrier and more confused and upset, and by the time Jimin is standing behind Yoongi, hes
glaring and he forcefully taps his boyfriend on the shoulder to grab his attention.

When Yoongi spins around to face him he looks more tired than Jimins ever seen him before and
he feels concerned, and for a second all he wants to do is wrap Yoongi in a hug and ask him
whats wrong- why are there bags under his eyes? But Jimin remembers that, oh fucking yeah,
hes really pissed at his boyfriend right now.

Jimin-

Jimins glare intensifies and he crosses his arms over his chest, Whats your excuse this time?

Yoongi looks at the ground and shrugs, I- I just lost track of time, babe.

Doing what? Jimin asks in irritation. How could you forget about our date for a second time?
Thats kind of a big deal, Yoongi.

Doing stuff, Yoongi vaguely tells him, running a hand through his hair. Its not important-

It mustve been if you chose it over me. Jimin quietly says, dropping all hostility and staring at
Yoongi in confusion. I just- I dont get whats going on with you lately.

Nothing.

Nothing? Jimin echoes incredulously. Weve barely talked all week, you keep blowing me off-

Ive been busy, Jimin. Yoongi interrupts him with a scowl. What? Im not allowed to have a
life outside of you?

Jimin feels like hes been doused in cold water and he involuntarily takes a step back. I

Yoongi sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, Jimin, Im- Im sorry; I didnt mean-

No, its its okay. Jimin slowly says, wrapping his arms around himself. I just kinda feel like
youre, I dont even know. Like youre pulling away from me?

Im not.

Then whyve you been acting so weird lately? Jimin questions, ignoring the bell for class when
it goes off. Why wont you tell me whats going on?

Nothing is going on, Jimin. How many times do I have to tell you that? Yoongi maintains with
 an aggravated sigh. Everythings fine.

Why do you keep lying to me?

Jimin-

Youre acting differently, you keep forgetting about our dates, you barely talk to me, you even
changed your hair-

So, what? I cant change my own fucking hair without asking you first?

Jimin shakes his head, You know I didnt mean it like that, Yoongi. I just- I feel like you dont
care about me like you used to. And I dont know what changed.

Yoongi stares at Jimin like hes completely insane. Nothings changed.

It has. Jimin insists, looking away from Yoongi now. Maybe you just havent realized it yet.

Jimin-

Jimin bites at his lip and ignores the way his eyes are getting watery with unshed tears. Youre
not acting like the same guy I fell in love with.

Yoongi swallows around the lump in his throat and goes to grab at Jimins hand, only to have his
boyfriend pull away. Jimin, Sunshine-

Im sorry, Yoongi. Jimin closes his eyes and takes a shaky breath, But I cant be with someone
who doesnt care about me as much as I care about them. I cant be with someone who keeps
secrets from me. I have to go. Im Im sorry.

Its Wednesday afternoon when Jimin breaks down in the boys bathroom, barely able to send a
text to Taehyung asking him to ditch class and be with him, because right now? He just doesnt
wanna be alone.

He doesnt wanna accept the reality of what he just did

Chapter End Notes

So... that just happened.

...don't hate me too much, guys.

 getting through this together [part 2]
Chapter Notes

I'm so sorry, lovelies! I left you all hanging for another week! :(

So as my way of making it up to you guys, have an extra long update <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Taehyung takes his duties as a brother very seriously. Especially when it comes to being a brother
to Jimin. And, yeah, hes protective over Jungkook, too, but its not quite the same as it is with
Jimin because theyve been through everything together- the good and the bad, and theyve
always had each others backs.

Taehyung knows Jimin almost as well as he knows himself. He knows how his mind works-
knows how prone to insecurities his brother is.

Because Jimin, Taehyungs learned over the years, is constantly striving to be perfect in
everyones eyes.

Its an unrealistic expectation to put on yourself.

So when Taehyung rushes to the boys bathroom after receiving Jimins text message, he
immediately locks the door, sits down beside Jimin and doesnt say anything- just grabs his
brother in a tight hug and lets him cry on his shoulder for as long as he needs, yelling at anyone
who dares to knock on the door and interrupt their time of crisis.

Because, come on; there are, like, twenty other bathrooms in the school- go piss in one of them;
this ones taken.

Okay, so whyd you break up with him? Whatd he do? Taehyung asks as soon as they get
home after school, dragging Jimin into his room and locking the door behind them. He sits on the
bed and pulls Jimin down with him.

Jimin remains silent and Taehyungs about to ask again when something wet splatters on the back
of his hand, and he looks at Jimins face to see tears making their way down his brothers cheeks.
ChimChim Taehyung trails off, squeezing Jimin in a hug and petting his hair in an attempt to
soothe him. Forget about him- he doesnt deserve you.

Why- Why did things have to c-change, Tae? Jimin stutters out through erratic breaths after
explaining the entire situation to Taehyung, burrowing his head into his brothers chest and
desperately curling his fingers around Taehyungs sweatshirt. Why doesnt he love me as much
as I love him?

Taehyung shrugs helplessly; he wishes he had all the answers that Jimin needs; he wishes he
could reassure Jimin that Yoongi does love him as much as he used to, but Taehyung doesnt
know if thats true anymore.
*

From: Tae!!!
November 25, 15:39

NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO COME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT

From: MY HOPE
November 25, 15:42

Stay as far away from me as you can.

Im probably contagious.
I dont want you getting sick again, Tae.

From: MY HOPE
November 25, 15:43

also remember what I said about capslock???

From: Tae!!!
November 25, 15:43

FYI JIMIN AND YOONGI BROKE UP :(

SO IF YOU WANNA HANG OUT WITH YOONGI UR GONNA HAVE TO DO IT WHEN
JIMIN AND I ARENT AROUND

From: MY HOPE
November 25, 15:45

WHAT?!? WHAT HAPPENED?

TELL ME!!!!

From: Tae!!!
November 25, 15:48

YOONGIS AN ASSHOLE! THATS WHAT HAPPENED!

HE DOESNT DESERVE SOMEONE LIKE JIMIN!!!!!

From: MY HOPE
November 25, 15:49

Yoongis always an asshole.

Whatd he even do?

From: MY HOPE
November 25, 15:50

Do you want me to try to kick the shit outta him?

Would that make you and Jimin feel better?
I might lose that fight, though just so you know
But Ill do it if you want me to.
Seriously, say the word and Ill go on a crusade to beat some sense into Yoongis ass.

From: Tae!!!
November 25, 15:51

YOU SHOULD JUST INVITE HIM OVER TO YOUR HOUSE AND COUGH ON HIM
UNTIL HE GETS SICK!

From: MY HOPE
November 25, 15:52

Youre evil.
And cute.

Jimin stares at his phone, not really seeing it, but absently registering that its buzzing on the floor
in front of him. Hes been sitting on the carpet in his room for- he looks at the clock on his bedside
table and frowns when it tells him hes been sitting here for four hours.

Its already two in the morning and his phone hasnt stopped vibrating since he left school that
day. He grabs the device and unlocks it, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he ignores all
of his texts from Yoongi and goes about blocking the other boys number from his phone. Its
easier this way, he tries to tell himself as he drops his phone back onto the carpet, hugging his
knees to his chest and letting himself cry just a little bit more.

Taehyungs long since gone to bed, hesitant to leave him alone, but Jimin had assured him
through hollow words that he was fine.

Jimin doesnt even know what fine means anymore But hes pretty sure hes not the definition
of it.

Taehyung spends the rest of the week at school glued to Jimins side. Seriously, he doesnt leave
his brothers side for one second. He makes sure they avoid anywhere that Yoongi might be;
glares at anyone who even tries to approach either of them; and he even (as nicely as possible)
tells Hoseok to get lost because this is not the time to flaunt their relationship in front of Jimin.

Taehyung is Jimins shield against the world right now and hell be damned if anyone so much as
looks at his brother the wrong way.

Taehyung cant stand for this- nobody gets to make Jimin feel like shit; especially not his ex-
boyfriend whos an asshole for making Jimin doubt himself.

Jimin looks completely wrecked- he hasnt showered in nearly a week, hasnt slept more than a
few hours each night, and Taehyung hasnt seen him eat an actual meal since Wednesday
morning. Its worrying, to say the least.

So when Taehyung drops Jimin off at his Chemistry class, heading to his own classroom all the
way on the other side of the school and is ambushed by Yoongi coming up to him, looking (if
possible) even worse than Jimin, Taehyung finds it in himself to not care. Seriously, he doesnt
give a damn about how shitty Yoongi looks because this is the guy whos making his brother
miserable.

Look, I know you probably hate me right about now-

Taehyung immediately nods his head, Youre not wrong.

Taehyung- Please, just listen to me-

No. Taehyung brushes Yoongi off and continues walking down the hallway to his next class.
He shakes Yoongis hand off his shoulder when the older boy tries to stop him. Stay the fuck
away from me and Jimin.

Taehyung, I need your help-

Taehyung spins around and narrows his eyes at Yoongi, You need my help? Do you know who
needs my help more? My brother- remember him? The guy whose heart you broke?

I didnt-

Yeah, you did. Taehyung bites out. Fuck you.

Its not-

Taehyung holds his hands up and glares at the blond, Save it- I dont care. In case you dont get
it, Im on Jimins side, not yours. Bros before hoes. And with that, Taehyung stalks down the
hallway, away from Yoongi, and takes a deep breath.

He doesnt want to hate Yoongi; hes spent the past year and a half becoming friends with him,
but Jimin comes first. He always will. Its as simple as that.

So, yeah, Taehyungs lost a friend- which means he has exactly one friend outside of Jimin left.
And it sucks, but Taehyung cant betray his brother by remaining friends with Yoongi.

He just cant.

Jimin, sweetheart? Jin gently says as he knocks on his sons door. Dinners ready, maybe you
wanna come down and eat something?

Im not hungry.

Jin sighs heavily and hangs his head, heading back downstairs and absently grabbing a bib for
Jungkook before he sits down at the table. He secures the piece of fabric around Jungkooks neck
and shakes his head at Namjoons expectant gaze. Hes not hungry.

I can try bringing him something? Taehyung offers, pushing his food around his plate. The
mood around the table is solemn; even if Jimin hasnt told their parents whats happened yet, they
clearly know somethings up. Maybe just a small plate of food?

Thanks, Tae, Jin smiles at his son, nodding his head. Make sure he eats a few bites, okay?
Taehyung gets up from the table and puts a plate together for Jimin, walking upstairs and entering
his brothers room without so much as knocking. He carefully balances the plate as he sits down
on the floor next to Jimin. You need to eat something.

Not hungry. Jimin whispers with a shrug, eyes trained on his closet.

Taehyung follows his line of sight and immediately stands, shutting the doors. Jimin doesnt need
to be staring at Yoongis hoodies that are hanging in his closet. Mom and Dad are worried about
you.

Im fine.

Taehyung raises an eyebrow, Well thats clearly a lie.

Im fine, Tae.

Taehyung quietly asks with a frown, Are you trying to convince me or yourself?

Jimin huffs out a breath, his bangs lifting with the puff of air. I dont know- maybe both?

Taehyung grabs the chopsticks off the plate and lifts a piece of beef, holding it out in front of
Jimins mouth. Eat.

Jimin dutifully takes the offered food into his mouth and chews it, pointedly staring at Taehyung.
Swallowing, he asks, Happy?

Taehyung grins, holding out another piece. I know you dont like talking about what happened-
and thats cool, but maybe think about telling Mom and Dad whats going on; theyre really
worried and-

Ill think about it, Tae.

Time isnt really something Jimin pays attention to anymore. It keeps moving forward without his
consent- minutes turn into hours quicker than he ever remembered them having done before;
Mondays blend into Thursdays; and throughout it all, Jimin remains in the same mindset- not
caring about anything except the vicious thoughts circling in his own mind.

As much as he wants to blame Yoongi for everything thats happened, Jimin cant find it in
himself to do that. Itd be so easy to hate Yoongi for ruining their relationship but Jimin cant help
feeling like there has to be something wrong with him- why else would Yoongi have become so
distant and detached if it wasnt because of him?

Jimin has no idea whether it was something specific he did that caused Yoongi to start pulling
away from him or if it was just inevitable that eventually their relationship would crumble to
pieces. Jimin tries to rationalize his thoughts- people break up every day; life goes on; the earth
keeps spinning; and the world doesnt end. Except, well, to Jimin it does feel like the world is
ending because he doesnt know what to do without Yoongis constant presence in his life.

Min Yoongi, the guy who would never pass up an opportunity to tell him how much he loved
him. Yoongi, who always seemed to know when Jimin needed words of affection whispered to
him; who could always make Jimin smile like nobody could; who wouldnt hesitate to embarrass
himself in public by doing aegyo just to make Jimin laugh.

Jimins used to not being good enough for other people but Yoongi had always assured him that
he was perfect just the way he was.

and Jimin had foolishly believed him.

Jimin? Honey?

Jimin looks up from where hes been staring at old pictures of himself and Yoongi on his phone
and sniffles, hastily wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, Yeah?

Can we come in?

I guess, yeah. Sure. Jimin calls out, firmly staring at the ground when his parents enter his room,
shutting the door behind themselves.

Namjoon takes a seat beside Jimin on the floor and stares at his sons tear-streaked face, Oh,
Jimin, He wraps his arms around Jimin and pulls his son closer to him, running his fingers
through his hair, Jiminie, whats going on?

Jimin wants to tell his dad that hes fine- he wants to be strong and tell his parents that breaking up
isnt a big deal and that hes already over it, but instead Jimin finds himself clinging to his dad and
letting out a muffled sob against his shirt.

Jin looks at Namjoon in concern and parks himself on Jimins other side, rubbing Jimins back as
he cries into his dads embrace. My poor boy

Its my fault, Jimin hiccups as he raises his head from his dads chest. Its all my fault.

Namjoons taken aback by Jimins statement and opens his mouth, closing it a second later as he
lets Jimins words echo in his mind. Whats your fault, Jimin? What happened?

I broke up with him. Jimins breath hitches as he tries to get the words out, I broke up with
Yoongi.

Did he try something with you? Namjoon very nearly growls, hands balled into fists. I swear,
if he tried to pressure you into something-

Oh, my god! Dad! Jimin gapes at his dad, shaking his head. Thats not what happened- like at
all!

Namjoon holds his hands up in surrender at his sons outburst, I was just checking-

Really, Namjoon, Jin says with an eyeroll. Yoongi wouldnt pressure Jimin into doing
anything he wasnt comfortable with; you know that-

Like hell he wouldnt! Namjoon bites out. That little twerp obviously did something and I
should beat his ass for making Jimin cry!

Please dont beat him up, Jimin mumbles, head in his hands. This is why I didnt wanna tell
Please dont beat him up, Jimin mumbles, head in his hands. This is why I didnt wanna tell
you; I knew youd blame Yoongi.

Who else is there to blame? Namjoon barely restrains himself from shouting. If I see that boy
anywhere near you again

Namjoon, cool it. Jin tells his husband with a firm glare. He squeezes Jimins hand, Do you
want to tell us what happened between you two?

Jimin wordlessly shakes his head.

Do you want us to leave, Jiminie? Do you need some time alone?

A nod.

Jin stands and pulls Namjoon with him. Before they leave the room, Jin turns around and smiles
sadly at his son, Itll get better, Jimin. Just give it some time.

What should we do, Namjoon? Jin asks as they get ready for bed. He slips into his pajamas and
crawls into bed, He looks so miserable- it breaks my heart to know hes so upset.

We can kick Yoongis ass, for starters. Namjoon mutters, though that earns him a smack from
his husband. What? You cant tell me you dont want to give that kid a piece of your mind!

I dont think doing that will help Jimin, Jin lightly points out. And our number one priority
right now is helping Jimin get through this. You remember what breaking up feels like, dont
you?

Namjoon pointedly stares at Jin, Yeah, thanks to you.

Jin rolls his eyes, Please dont tell me youre not over me breaking up with you all those years
ago. You do realize were married now, right?

Im over it, Namjoon assures him, Im just saying I remember how horrible it was.

Jimin just needs some time to heal from this, I guess.

He needs to go kick Yoongis ass.

Namjoon.

Namjoon sighs, Fine, he doesnt need to do that.

Good-

Because Ill do it for him. Namjoon says under his breath. Nobody makes my son cry and gets
away with it.

Jin chuckles at the look of solemnity in Namjoons eyes. Please dont beat up a high schooler,
Namjoon. Id like to keep this family out of the tabloids as much as possible, yeah?

Namjoon doesnt look happy about it, but he nods his head, acquiescing with his husbands
wishes.

And I feel the need to point out that Jimin was the one who broke up with Yoongi- we dont
even know the full story.

We know enough, Namjoon grouses, That kid was trouble from the beginning- I never thought
he was good enough for Jimin.

You dont think anyones good enough for Jimin.

Because nobody is!

Jimin thought Yoongi was, Jin quietly muses. And now we have to respect that somethings
changed and help Jimin get through his first real break up.

Namjoon nods his head. For the record, though, he tells Jin, Jimin isnt allowed to date again
unless I find a suitable boy for him- got it? Background checks will be issued, and therell be
chaperoning on the first twenty dates to make sure hes treating Jimin like he deserves.

Jin rolls his eyes with a grin, Of course, Namjoon. Whatever you say.

Jungkook isnt used to Jmin being sad. Jmins always smiling and playing with him, and
Jungkook loves playing with Jmin because his horsey rides are almost as good as Hoosuks and
afterwards Jmin gives him cookies when Mommys not looking because for some reason
Mommy has a strict only two cookies a day policy in place for him.

But lately Jmin doesnt play with him anymore. Jmin doesnt leave his room as much and
Jungkook misses seeing Jmins smile and hearing him laugh. Even TaeTae doesnt laugh as
much anymore and he spends a lot more time in Jmins room and Jungkook cant help but
wonder what theyre doing in there- he wants in, too! But Jmin and TaeTae never let him in
anymore, so Jungkooks had to play with Daddy lately.

and Daddy is not good at playing horsey and hes not good at playing make-believe and Daddy
doesnt let him play hairdresser with him like Mommy and Jmin do.

Daddy just isnt good at playing at all and Jungkooks frustrated because why cant Jmin and
TaeTae play with him instead? Why dont they watch movies with him anymore? Why doesnt
Jmin eat dinner with them anymore?

Why, why, why, why, why?

Jungkooks full of so many questions and absolutely no answers.

Jungkook runs full-speed to the front door when someone knocks on it. But he cant reach the
doorknob, so has to wait for TaeTae to come open it, which takes forever! TaeTae is so slow at
walking and Jungkook doesnt get why because his legs are so much longer than Jungkooks!

Jungkook looks up in surprise when theres another knock on the door and he smacks his hand
against the door, shouting, You gotta wait! TaeTaes a slowpoke!
TaeTae finally catches up to him and Jungkook watches in excitement when his brother opens the
door. Jungkook looks up and smiles widely at Hoosuk, tugging on his pant leg, Up!

When Jungkooks in Hoosuks arms, he looks around in confusion. He stares at Jmin as he

passes them and tilts his head to the side, calling out, Jmin, wheres Shhhooogah?

Jungkook looks around when nobody answers him. Why isnt anybody answering him? If
Hoosuks here, why isnt Shhhooogah? Jungkook doesnt get it- Shhhooogahs usually always at
their house because he and Jmin are always together, but lately Shhhooogah hasnt been living at
their house and Jungkook misses him.

Shhhooogah?

Shh, Kookie, TaeTae says and Jungkook doesnt like the way TaeTaes looking at him, like
hes in trouble. Why is he in trouble? He didnt do anything wrong! TaeTae and Jmin are both
being mean and Hoosuk is ignoring him, too, and Jungkook just wants to play! Shhhooogah
would play with him; he always plays with him!

Where is he? Jungkook demands, face pulled into a pout. He crosses his arms over his chest and
huffs, Jmin? Why isnt Shhhooogah here?

Jungkook looks at Jmin and TaeTae and Hoosuk and they look sad. Are they sad that
Shhhooogah isnt here? Why dont they just go get him? Where is he- Jungkook will get him for
them!

Jungkook squirms in Hoosuks arms to be let down; he needs to go find Shhhooogah because
Jmin hasnt been as fun lately and he doesnt smile as much, and Jungkook knows that if
Shhhooogah were here Jmin would smile because Shhhooogah makes his brother so happy- like
how Mommy makes Daddy happy!

Kookie, Suga isnt gonna come around anymore. TaeTae whispers in his ear and Jungkook
pulls his head away, staring at TaeTae, Why?

Its Jmin who answers him, saying, Thats not important, Kookie. Just forget about him.

Jungkook scrunches his face up in confusion, shaking his head. He doesnt wanna forget about
Shhhooogah- Why does Jmin want him to forget? Jungkook loves Shhhooogah! Whats going
on?

Jungkooks upset and he doesnt understand whats going on and hes so confused.

Taehyungs worried. Worried about Jimins mental health, worried about Jimin not sleeping,
worried about Jimin not eating properly-

Hes just worried about Jimin period.

Hed figured that Jimin would take a few days to be upset about his break up (maybe a week at
the most) and then slowly get back to normal. But Taehyungs quickly learning that normal for
Jimin is acting like a former shell of himself and retreating further and further into his own mind.
He doesnt smile. He doesnt laugh. He doesnt do much of anything, to be perfectly honest.

Taehyung cant even remember the last time they played a video game together- cant remember
the last time Jimin initiated a conversation with him, either. And if this is what having a broken
heart does to you, then Taehyung never wants to experience this.

Its been exactly nine days since Jimin broke up with Yoongi.

Nine days of sleeping on his floor because sleeping in his bed just reminds him that Yoongi isnt
there to cuddle him and demand lazy kisses from him- telling him how much he loves napping
with him. Nine days of avoiding wearing anything Yoongi ever complimented him in. Nine days
of staring at himself in the mirror and trying to figure out what turned Yoongi off of him so
suddenly

Jimin stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and grimaces. Because even if the lighting
wasnt as harsh as it is, hed still look terrible. Hes not sure what Yoongi ever saw in him to begin
with; the older boy couldve done so much better and he obviously realized it.

Its selfish of him but Jimin wishes that Yoongi wouldve remained oblivious. He wishes that
nothing had changed between them. He wishes that Yoongi was with him right now to tell him
that hes handsome and perfect just the way he is.

But its not like he could just ignore the way Yoongi was acting towards him. He couldnt stay
with someone who acted like it was a chore to be with him. He just... couldnt.

Breaking up was

It was for the best.

Jimin sighs and rests his forehead against the cool glass, his breath fogging up the surface.

Yoongi had once promised him that they would stay together forever- an unrealistic promise
between lovesick teenagers, sure, but Jimin had always kind of hoped that that was one promise
that wouldnt get broken...

Its, like, three in the morning when Taehyungs woken up by something.

He doesnt even know what it is. It almost sounds like its raining outside- the rain splattering
against the side of the house; but its too irregular and Taehyung reluctantly gets out of bed,
slipping on his glasses and trudging over to his window to see whats making that annoying
sound.

...ugh.

Taehyung groans loudly at what he sees and opens his window, poking his head outside and
narrowing his eyes at the blond boy tossing pebbles at his brothers window like theyre in a
goddamn rom-com. Min fucking Yoongi! Taehyung hisses, mindful to keep his voice down. He
doesnt want to wake Jimin- though how hes sleeping through Yoongi throwing fucking rocks at
his window is a mystery.
Yoongi startles and drops the stones from his hand, staring up at the window next to Jimins
where Taehyungs glaring at him. I was-

I dont care what you were doing! Its the middle of the fucking night!

I need to talk to Jimin and he wont answer my texts-

Taehyung groans, Because he doesnt wanna talk to you! Take a hint and go away!

Taehyung-

Fuck off, Yoongi. Taehyung tiredly mumbles, loudly enough so Yoongi will hear him.
Seriously, Jimin doesnt wanna talk to you.

But-

If you dont leave, Im gonna go get my dad and he is not a fan of yours right now... Taehyung
threatens, nodding in satisfaction when Yoongi reluctantly leaves. Idiot. he mutters as he falls
back into bed, ignoring the way his glasses rest uncomfortably on his face; hes too tired (or lazy-
possibly a combination of the two) to take them off.

Hey, I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie?

Jimin doesnt even look up from where hes sitting at his desk, staring blankly ahead at the
corkboard that hangs in front of him on the wall. Its decorated with ticket stubs, an absurd amount
of pictures of Jungkook when he was a baby, and a handful of handwritten notes from Yoongi.

Jungkooks been begging to watch Frozen. Again. Taehyung chuckles, leaning against the
doorframe. Its pretty cute to watch him try to sing along with the songs, and I think hed really
like it if you watched it with him.

I dont really feel like it, Tae.

Taehyungs shoulders sag and he slowly nods his head, Okay, yeah. If you change your mind,
though, you know where well be.

I brought you a sandwich. Taehyung sets the plate down on Jimins bedside table. Thought
you might be hungry.

Jimin just shrugs.

You wanna watch TV? Taehyung asks, his voice hopeful and tinged with just a little bit of
desperation. Please?

Im not really in the mood. Jimin mumbles. Maybe later.

Taehyung nods and forces himself to smile, leaving Jimins room while pretending that
everythings fine; he knows that there wont be a later, though.
*

Taehyungs really tired of pretending that everythings okay when clearly everything is falling
apart.

He can see that his mom and dad are tired of pretending that its normal to see their son acting like
a zombie. Taehyung sees the way Jungkook still looks around the room whenever Hoseok comes
over- like hes expecting Yoongi to pop out, and Jungkook has to pretend like he isnt bothered by
the fact that Yoongi isnt around anymore, even though anyone would be able to see he misses
him; and Taehyungs pretty damn sure that Jimins sick of pretending hes not on the verge of
breaking down at any given moment.

Nobodys fine.

Everybodys on edge and tense and confused, and Taehyung wants make this better- he needs to
fix this.

He needs to fix Jimin.

Weve gotta do something; Taehyung states, lying on Hoseoks bed, I miss my brother. Hes
getting worse, not better.

Im not sure whats up with Yoongi. Hoseok says, He hasnt really been talking much. At least
not to me; so its hard to get a read on what hes thinking. But, like, appearance-wise, he looks
pretty terrible.

Taehyung taps his pencil against his lips in thought, concurrently trying to figure out how to finish
his essay and fix his brothers life at the same time. As much as I hate to say this

Yeah?

Taehyung sighs loudly, letting his pencil fall from his fingers and watching it roll across his
notebook. Maybe- Ugh. Maybe Jimin was wrong to break up with Yoongi. Its almost scary how
dependent they were on each other, but, like- Jimins so depressed and sad all the time, and he still
cries when he thinks everyones asleep, and my mom keeps telling me that Jimin just needs time,
but- just I thought Jimin would be over this by now, but hes getting worse, and I dont know
They work so much better together than they do apart.

Hoseok steals Taehyungs eraser and uses it on most of his math homework. I- Yeah, he nods,
I think you might be right.

It takes twelve days since theyve broken up for their paths cross again.

Jimin mistakenly takes the stairwell near the gymnasium (where he knows Yoongis basketball
team practices) in his hurry to get to dance practice and comes face-to-face with Yoongi at the
bottom of it, in the middle of stuffing his basketball jersey into his backpack.

They both freeze at the sight of the other and before Yoongi even has the chance to open his
mouth, Jimin runs, pushing past him and jogging outside, all thoughts of dance practice fly out of
 his mind as he leans against the side of the school, breathing heavily. He crouches down and rests
his head in his hands, trying to get a hold of himself.

Its not like he hasnt seen Yoongi in the halls since they broke up- but well Taehyung was
usually at his side when that happened and made quick work of diverting Jimins attention from
the other boy, making sure he didnt dwell on thoughts of his ex-boyfriend for too long.

Jimin,

Jimin straightens up and snaps his head to the left, spotting Yoongi coming closer to him. Jimin
resists the urge to run away again and stands his ground, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Hes not ready to face Yoongi again.

Uh, so... hi,

Jimin just continues staring at Yoongi.

I, uh, I tried to text you a bunch- Im not sure if you got my messages or not-

I blocked your number. Jimin quietly admits while he fidgets under Yoongis gaze.

You blocked- Yoongi exhales sharply and nods his head. Right, yeah. Makes sense.

Jimin looks anywhere but at Yoongi and when he cant take the uncomfortable silence thats
settled around them he pushes away from the wall hes leaning against. I should go.

Yoongi reacts almost immediately, shaking his head vehemently, Jimin- Dont go- I need to talk
to you-

Im good, thanks. Jimin tells him, walking away before stopping when Yoongi calls after him
again. Yoongi, youre making this harder than it has to be.

We need to talk, Jimin.

No, we really dont- Because if we start talking Im not gonna want to stop, and I cant handle
you hurting me again

Jimin, will you please just let me say this? Please?

Sighing, Jimin wonders if this is gonna turn out to be one of those moments where he looks back
on his life and regrets nodding his head and agreeing to hear Yoongi out

Chapter End Notes

Brotherly Vmin... gotta love it, right? :D

Hope you guys liked this update- even if it didn't answer *anything* about what's
going on with Yoongi :P I promise- the next update will explain everything <3
 Yoongi is (not) okay [part 3]
Chapter Notes

I'm so excited for you guys to read this part!

So go! Read it! :D

See the end of the chapter for more notes

From: Suga
July 20, 13:20

Since Im pretty sure youll get this when you land, just remember: your parents arent punishing
you, your trip is gonna be awesome, and Ill miss you more than youll miss me, Sunshine <3

Yoongi sighs and tosses his phone beside him on the bed once the message goes through. He
stares up at the ceiling and wonders just what the hell hes gonna do for an entire week without
Jimin.

He turns his head towards his bedroom door at the sound of shouting and rolls his eyes, languidly
standing up and stretching his arms above his head. He slips his sneakers on and grabs his wallet,
stuffing it into his pocket before reaching towards his desk for his car keys.

He leaves his room and goes downstairs, bypassing his parents (arguing again) and exits his
house, making his way towards his car while shooting a quick text at Hoseok:

From: Suga
July 20, 13:29

You better be at your house because I need a place to hang out for a while.

From: J-Hope
July 20, 13:29

Sorry, man, my moms bookclub is over at my place right now. Im hanging out at that coffee
shop you hate that only plays reggae music.

From: Suga
July 20, 13:30

were not hanging out there.

From: J-Hope
July 20, 13:30

Because of your unnatural hatred towards reggae music?

From: Suga
July 20, 13:31

Because were not turning into hipster douchebags who hang out in coffee shops in the middle of
the afternoon.

Despite Yoongis best efforts he turns into a hipster douchebag (if only for the afternoon) who
hangs out at coffee shops that only play obscure reggae tracks.

I miss hanging out with Tae.

Yoongi glares at Hoseok, Dont even start, Hoseok.

Hoseok frowns as he lies his head on his arms on top of the small table theyre seated at near the
back of the coffee shop. Why?

Because if you bring up Taehyung, then I think about Jimin.

Ah. Hoseok nods in understanding, going quiet again before sighing loudly and pouting at
Yoongi, Do you think he misses me yet?

Youre pathetic. Yoongi tells him as he takes a bite out of his bagel. Hes probably forgotten
all about you.

Youre hilarious. Hoseok deadpans, leaning back in his chair and taking in the scent of freshly
baked scones. He stares at Yoongi, Our anniversarys coming up.

And?

And I dont know what to buy for a present.

Its what? Your fifth month anniversary? At Hoseoks nod Yoongi continues, Dont get him
anything big. Because youre just gonna have to one-up yourself on the one-year mark.

Whatd you get Jimin?

Yoongi shrugs, I think I mightve taken him out to dinner. But, seriously, that was more than a
year ago; so who knows?

Okay Hoseok draws the syllables out and scrunches up his face in thought. Maybe Ill take
him to the planetarium or something. But what if he gets me something better?

Yoongi laughs, Hell probably get you something you wont even know what to do with.

Whats that supposed to mean?

It means, Yoongi tells him with a smirk, that for my birthday this year he got me a rock.

A rock?

Yoongi nods, Yeah, it was a piece of a meteor from Mars, and its like half the size of my
fingernail. What am I supposed to do with that? Its just sitting in my room because I have no clue
what to do with it.

I wouldnt mind something like that. Hoseok quietly admits while he drums his fingernails on
the tabletop. That sounds pretty cool.

Youre such a nerd.

Its not that I want a space rock or something, but Hoseok shrugs a shoulder at Yoongis
dubious look, I dunno, man. Id love anything that Taehyung bought with me in mind.

I cant wait until you get out of the honeymoon phase of your relationship. Yoongi mutters
under his breath, ignoring the eyeroll he receives from Hoseok in response.

And exactly what phase are you and Jimin in? The senior citizen phase? You guys just hang out
at his house all day and watch TV together and nap- wheres the fun in that? At least Tae and I go
out and actually enjoy life!

Yoongi levels Hoseok with an unimpressed look. We just like hanging out together without other
people around, whats wrong with that?

Its lame.

Youre lame. Yoongi fires back, shaking his head at his own retort. When youve been dating
Taehyung longer, youll get it. Its just better hanging out alone. I cant explain it. Its like- I
dont need anything distracting me from Jimin, and when I hang out with him, I just wanna be
with him and not have to worry about pretending to be anything Im not.

Who knew Min Yoongi was such a softie when it came to Jimin.

Uh, everyone knows that. Jimins my fucking kryptonite.

Hoseok gawks at Yoongi, Youre referencing Superman and you called me a nerd?

Because you are a nerd. Yoongi tells him, getting up from their table. Okay, if I listen to
another reggae song Im gonna lose my shit, so well hang out later.

Its at two in the morning when Yoongi starts thinking about what he should get Jimin for his
birthday. Its not too far off- another few months, and talking with Hoseok earlier just kind of
reminded him that, yeah, he should probably start thinking of a gift for his boyfriend. Theyre
yearly anniversary is already taken care of, so Yoongi only really has to worry about Jimins
birthday and Christmas gifts.

Easy peasy.

Or, well, it would be if Yoongi actually knew what to get Jimin.

But Jimin has everything he wants and needs. Hes spoiled, for lack of a better word, and
Yoongi doesnt begrudge him that or anything- because Jimins mom and dad are loaded and
obviously when moneys not an issue, you buy your kids the things they want (within reason;
Jimins been whining for months about wanting a kitten, but as far as Yoongi knows, his mom
hasnt budged one inch on that request).
Yoongis never really had an inferiority complex, but some days he has his doubts whether
hell be able to provide for Jimin when theyre older the same way his parents do for him now.
Because, yeah, sure all you need is love is a nice thought and all, but moneys even nicer, and
Yoongi would be lying if he said he didnt want to provide Jimin with everything he deserves, and
the thought of Jimin having to slum it with him while he gets his foot in the door in the music
production world isnt an attractive one.

Yoongi clicks on a few links here and there, leading from one website to another until he winds
up on a jewelry site. Hes never really taken Jimin for the jewelry-wearing type, but maybe a nice
chain wouldnt be too bad for his birthday.

Honestly, Jimins probably the easiest person to buy gifts for (at least thats what Taehyungs
always telling him), but Yoongi overanalyzes everything and, well, nothings ever good enough
for Jimin in his eyes, and Yoongi just has a really hard time buying things that he thinks his
boyfriend will like, okay?

Yoongi clicks on the link thatll take him to the chains, but instead he gets taken to a page with
rings on it, and Yoongi lets his eyes linger on them for a little too long because suddenly his mind
is visualizing Jimin wearing a ring on a certain very specific finger (shut up, Yoongis not thinking
of buying Jimin an engagement ring), and once that image is in his head, he cant really get it out.

An engagement ring is too much. Obviously. Theyre still in high school for fucks sake and while
Yoongi knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with Jimin and Jimin alone, hes not about to
become a statistic by becoming engaged as a teenager, marrying ridiculously young, and then
divorcing by age twenty when life gets to be too rough and they end up taking their frustrations
out on each other.

But Yoongi peruses the rings a bit more and finds a page dedicated to promise rings.

As in Yoongi promises to always love the fuck out of Jimin, to always be there for him, and
whenever Jimins feeling just a little bit insecure about himself he can look at the ring and
remember that hes got a boyfriend whos insanely in love with him and thinks hes perfect just
the way he is.

(and, yes, thank you, Yoongi knows promise rings are corny and outdated and embarrassing, but
maybe this is just the kind of thing that Jimin will like)

Unfortunately, Yoongis plan costs around 700,000 won and hes got considerably less than
that in his bank account.

But, hey, thats what part-time jobs are for, right?

Yoongi hates everything.

More specifically, Yoongi hates his new job.

After six unsuccessful interviews (seriously, how fucking picky are these people?!), he finally gets
hired at a swanky as hell restaurant that takes him half an hour to even drive to, and youd think
that because its more expensive than most restaurants that it might pay better, but guess what?

It abso-fucking-lutely doesnt.

Minimum wage sucks.

Washing dishes sucks.

His boss sucks.

His co-workers suck.

Everything sucks.

Until he gets paid, that is.

Because getting paid is awesome. He realizes he really loves the feeling of crisp bills in his hands
as he counts them one by one. Hes still not close to having enough money for Jimins present,
but, well, hes a lot closer than he was before.

Until he overhears his parents talking that night- though fighting might be a more accurate
description. And suddenly Yoongi feels the weight of the world on his shoulders as his mom and
dad argue back and forth about money and how theyre going to afford to pay the rent this month.

Moneys been tight ever since his dad lost his job and Yoongi had just kind of assumed that
everything would work out like it usually does, but he guesses its gonna work out because of
him.

Yoongi may be a lot of things, but selfish isnt one of them and he dutifully hands his hard-earned
money over to his parents, ignoring his mom when she initially refuses and finally forcefully
curling her fingers around the bundle of notes. You need it more than I do, Mom.

Yoongi goes from working ten hours a week to twenty in the span of a few weeks. He picks up
any other shifts he can and puts in as much overtime as his boss will let him. Because his jobs
gone from I want to buy Jimin something really nice for his birthday and I need some money to
do that to my familys broke as shit right now and the landlord keeps threatening to evict us if we
dont pay our rent so I need to make some serious money right now to provide for my family.

Its stressful, to say the least.

And its getting harder and harder to hide this part of his life from Jimin.

Honestly, at first, he didnt tell Jimin about the job because hed only expected to keep it for a few
weeks- enough time to get the money for his ring and then get the fuck outta there because
washing dishes was definitely not his true calling.

But then his dad lost his job, the hospital drastically cut his moms hours, and suddenly Yoongi
was really fucking integral when it came to paying the bills at home.

Jimin would be worried if Yoongi told him, and thats not something he wants to do. Jimin
doesnt need to worry about him- hes fine, his familys gonna be fine, and everythingll work out
sooner or later.

Youre not even trying to find another job!

Like hell Im not!

Our sons stuck paying the bills while you sit on your ass watching TV all day!

Yoongi can hear his parents fighting, again, downstairs and he hastily shoves his earbuds into the
jack on his phone, opening his music player and turning the volume higher and higher until he
cant hear their voices anymore. He taps his pencil against his notebook and crosses out November
5th, changing it to November 19th instead.

His original plan had been to buy Jimins gift back in October- for his birthday, but well
money problems havent really let up yet; his dad still hasnt managed to find a new job, his mom
is barely making enough to cover the basic necessities, and Yoongis gone from working twenty
hours to twenty-five and it still doesnt feel like enough.

and, no, he still hasnt told Jimin about his job yet; this is Yoongis problem and he doesnt
wanna worry Jimin over something that isnt even that big of a deal. Yoongi needs Jimin to be the
light in his life right now.

Because everything else in his life is going kind of terrible.

You look tired,

Yoongi rests his head against Jimins shoulder, grinning lazily, I always look tired.

Jimin chuckles while he edits his essay, You look exhausted, then, is that better?

Just tired from basketball practice this week. Yoongi says as he yawns. Its not a lie per se; hes
just not telling the Jimin the whole truth. Basketball practice is exhausting, but, well, working six
hours after that is more so.

Whens your first game?

Not until December. Yoongi answers as he shuts his eyes. This is the first night this week he
hasnt had to work after school and Yoongi feels like he could sleep for a whole damn month at
this point. But, really, deciding between going home and resting or hanging out with Jimin isnt a
decision at all.

Jimin wins.

Jimin will always win.

Plus, he can just nap on Jimins bed and thats infinitely better than sleeping in his own bed
without his boyfriends presence beside him.

*
Yoongi stares at the letter in his hands in shock because what?

Is this some kind of joke?

He cant stress enough how much he wasnt expecting this. Because Seoul National University is
probably the most prestigious university in the fucking country and what the hell are they doing
accepting someone like him into their school?

Yoongi rereads the letter and his head fucking spins when his mind actually takes in the details of
what hes reading: Min Yoongi conditionally accepted into Seoul National University GPA
remains above 3.9 for the duration of your final year of high school [2015-2016]
Congratulations on being pre-accepted

Yoongi had honestly just applied because his parents had been badgering him about university
lately (Yoongi, you need to make sure you get a high paying job somewhere. I know, Mom.
Have you applied to school yet? Arent the deadlines come up? Ill apply soon, Dad- Youll
apply now, young man. Fine.), and to get them off his back hed applied someplace he was
pretty damn sure wouldnt accept him but, uh apparently their standards are lower than hed
originally banked on.

Its not like hes an idiot or anything, but he definitely didnt think his grades (or the mixtape hed
sent in) were good enough to get him into such a reputable university.

But now that hes accepted, well he kinda has to go now, doesnt he?

Hed always envisioned going to the community college, but Seoul National University is, like,
the dream school and it fucking opens doors for its students once they graduate with a degree
from there. And hed be an idiot to refuse an offer like this, right?

Yoongi begs his boss for the chance to become a waiter; they get tips and Yoongi can be damn
charming when he wants to be and, well, having that little bit of extra money will help; especially
now that hes gotta figure out just how the fuck hes gonna pay for university next year.

His boss agrees to let Yoongi transfer over to becoming a waiter in the evenings and on
weekends.

Except now he has to wear a suit and tie.

Oh, and no pink hair is apparently a rule, too, if you work in the front of the restaurant.

So, yeah, great. Fucking fantastic.

Yoongi gets fitted with a suit and tie at the restaurant, buys some hair dye at the nearest
convenience store (but, really, how convenient is it that they dont carry black dye and only have
blond?), and spends his Thursday night bleaching his hair, frowning at his own appearance in the
mirror.

he hopes Jimin isnt too upset that his pink hairs gone.

*
Yoongis been looking forward to his and Jimins date tonight for weeks. Hes got their movie
choices narrowed down to two options and in his mind theyre already at the theater, buying a
giant tub of popcorn to share and arguing over where they should sit (Jimin foolishly thinks the
seats in the middle of the theater are the best. Theyre not; the ones at the back of the theater are
better).

Its not until he gets a text in the middle of his Biology class that his mood droops significantly.
Its from an unknown number which, nowadays, only means one thing: one of his co-workers got
his number from his boss and wants him to cover their shift tonight. Hes proven right a moment
later when he reads the actual message, confirming what he thought.

He contemplates texting back with a big fat NO, but responsibility is a bitch and makes him
answer in the affirmative.

His good mood is effectively ruined and he angrily scribbles down the notes his teacher is writing
on the whiteboard, absently trying to think of an excuse to give Jimin later on about why he has to
cancel their date.

Yoongi doesnt hear Jimins steps coming closer and continues rifling through his locker, trying to
find his notepad- he knows its in here somewhere; where the fuck did it go? His boss is gonna
kill him if he learns that Yoongis already lost it. Its been, like, a day, and Yoongi really doesnt
wanna have to get a new one on his first official night as a waiter.

Were still on for the movies tonight, right? Because Ive been craving popcorn for, like, a week
now and I thought we could bring some candy back for Kookie and Tae since theyre sick.

Yoongi huffs in annoyance and gives up his search, shouldering his backpack and scanning his
locker one last time, absently registering that Jimins staring at him expectantly.

Yoongi?

Oh, uh, yeah, what? Yoongi focuses his attention on his boyfriend and remembers that, oh
yeah, he hasnt thought of a fucking excuse to give Jimin yet. Great.

Our date tonight. Were still going, right? I know you said you might have to work on your
history report but-

Yoongi slams his locker shut and grabs onto Jimins hand, leading his boyfriend out of the school,
internally sighing in relief that Jimins given him an out for their date tonight. Yeah, I should, uh-
I should work on that tonight.

Jimin pouts at him and Yoongi wants nothing more than to indulge his boyfriend and go to the
movies with him, but...

Its Friday, though. You can work on it on the weekend, cant you?

Id blow work off if I could, Sunshine, Yoongi thinks as he shakes his head, wrapping his scarf
around his neck. Nah, I cant. I really need to get it done.

But-
Drop it, Jimin! Yoongi hears himself snap and he doesnt mean to- he really doesnt, but hes
stressed, and tired, and overworked, and pissed off that hes gotta work, and Jimins looking at
him like hes the bad guy here and Yoongi just cant deal with this right now- hes got too much
on his plate as it is and dealing with Jimins disappointment at him blowing off one date is just
making him feel worse and it isnt his main priority right now-

Getting to work on time is, and he really needs to leave- like right now if he wants to make it on
time.

Sorry, I guess well just hang out later, then.

Yoongi quickly checks the time on his phone, asking, You need a ride home? while he
calculates just how long itll take to drop Jimin off at his house and then drive all the fucking way
across the city to get to the restaurant.

Nah, Ive got dance practice today.

Okay, cool. Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief and waves goodbye, rushing to get in his car and
practically peeling out of the schools parking lot to get to work on time because less time at work
means less money and what Yoongi needs right about now is more money.

Hell make up canceling their date to Jimin later- when hes not overburdened by fifty things at
once and he can focus all his attention on his boyfriend like he deserves.

Yoongi gets home at midnight and collapses on top of his bed, still in his suit. Which makes it
really fucking convenient when he wakes up on Saturday morning to a phone call from his boss
asking if hell cover the lunch shift.

Of course Yoongi says yes because thats just the reality of his life lately, and covering the lunch
shift turns into covering the lunch and dinner shift, and Yoongi just wants to bang his head against
the nearest available surface.

Sunday is the day of rest.

Unless your name is Min Yoongi. Because then Sunday means pulling a double-shift. He gets an
hour long break in between his shifts and spends that time hastily doing as much homework as he
can. Hes stretched thin, his grades are slipping, and hes kinda worried that if they slip much
more Seoul National University is gonna notice and revoke his conditional acceptance.

By the time Yoongi gets back home and flops down onto his bed, he takes his phone out and sees
nearly twenty missed texts- all from Jimin. Hes in the middle of answering the first when he falls
asleep, not waking up again until his alarm goes off for school on Monday.

You wanna see that movie tonight? Jimin asks him, smiling at him from across the table and
Yoongi wants to muster up enough energy to smile back at his boyfriend, but hes running on
about four hours of sleep and his brain is barely working, let alone the muscles that control his
facial expressions. Hes pretty sure he looks like a zombie at this point, but if Jimin notices he
doesnt say anything, which Yoongi is eternally grateful for.

What movie?

The movie we were supposed to see on Friday. Remember? You blew me off to work on your
homework.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, because, yeah, thanks for reminding him. He knows hes been less than
attentive lately. Hell, he still feels like a piece of shit for not answering Jimins text on Saturday
and Sunday. I didnt blow you off-

Yeah, you did.

Whatever. Yoongi mumbles into his sandwich, too tired to argue with Jimin. Because his
boyfriend doesnt get it- he doesnt get that Yoongis doing the best he can in an impossible
situation, and he just wants Jimin to understand, but to do that Yoongi would have to tell him
whats going on, but if he tells Jimin about his family problems; or being accepted into university
and his worries about being able to maintain his grades or his ability to even pay for it; or his
shitty, but really fucking essential job, then Jimin will probably want to help him out, and just
Yoongi doesnt need any help. Hes got everything under control.

Sort of.

We can go tonight. You want me to pick you up?

Uh, yeah. You know, like good boyfriends usually do.

Fine, Ill pick you up at seven.

Yoongi makes a quick detour to the mall on his way home. He knows exactly what he wants and
he finally has the money to buy it.

Twenty minutes later and Yoongi leaves the mall with a small box in his jacket pocket. He might
be too late to give this to Jimin for his birthday, but Yoongi figures that a belated gift is better than
waiting until Christmas to give this to Jimin.

Its exactly 6:46 PM when Yoongi finishes getting ready for his date with Jimin and leaves the
house, getting into his car and starting it. Hes about to pull away from the curb when his phone
rings and his stomach drops because he just knows.

He knows whos calling and why, and he just wants to ignore it and pretend he doesnt hear it.
But, no, hell answer it and just tell his boss that, no, he cant come in tonight because hes got an
amazing boy waiting on him and theyre gonna go on a fucking date once and for all this month.

Yoongi answers the call and listens as his boss hastily explains the situation to him: someone
didnt come in, need you to cover a shift until eleven, youll get paid time and a half if you come
in, blah, blah, blah.
In the four months Yoongis been working at the restaurant, hes heard this spiel more times than
he can count.

Sorry, but I cant tonight-

Yoongi, werent you the one who wanted any shifts I could offer you?

Yoongi grimaces, Yeah, but I really cant come in tonight- Ive got plans-

Should I be phoning others to cover any shifts that come up, then? Hmm?

Yoongi sighs in irritation; this isnt fair. No, I- I want the shifts, its just tonights not a good
night.

Yoongi, I let you have Halloween off, didnt I? That was a favor I did for you. Are you really so
selfish that you wont return the favor and come in when we desperately need you at the
restaurant?

Yoongi wants to point out that hes more than returned that tiny favor his boss did for him last
month, but ends agreeing and telling the man hell be there in twenty minutes. He rushes back
inside, changes into his suit, actually brushes his hair so it looks somewhat presentable, and in his
haste to get back into his car, he leaves his phone in his jacket on his bed.

Yoongis seething throughout his entire shift; he forgot his phone at home, the phone at the
restaurant is down, and hes not friends with any of his co-workers enough to borrow any of
theirs.

Throughout the night Yoongi can only think of Jimin- Jimin waiting for him, wondering where he
is, angry at him for not showing up, and, frankly, Yoongis angry at himself, too.

Hes trying so fucking hard to do everything right, but it seems like the more he tries, the more
things fall apart. The more he contributes to paying the bills around the house, the more the bills
pile up (who the fuck knew the heating bill would practically double in the winter?!); the more he
tries to hang out with Jimin, the more he ends up blowing him off; the more he tries finding time to
study, the more time he seems to spend at work away from his textbooks.

Yoongi is so close to breaking down, but he holds on because his parents needs him right now-
Jimin needs him to be the same loving boyfriend hes always been.

When Yoongi gets home, he immediately finds his phone and his heart drops somewhere in the pit
of his stomach as he reads Jimins texts- the last thing he wants to do is make Jimin unhappy, and
thats all he seems to be doing lately.

From: Suga
November 23, 23:48

Im so sorry, baby! Im such an idiot! I forgot all about our date! Ive got the memory of a fucking
goldfish lately :(
From: Suga
November 23, 23:49

Seriously, Im so sorry, Jimin!

From: Suga
November 23, 23:52

Can you forgive me? You know Id never stand you up on purpose, Sunshine <3

From: Suga
November 23, 23:55

I love you so much, please dont be mad at me.

From: Suga
November 23, 23:59

Again- so, so, so, so, so, so, SOOOOOOOOOO sorry!!!!

Jimin forgives him, but Yoongi can tell that his boyfriends pissed. Its not like Yoongi blames
him either- he needs to find a way to fix this; Jimin deserves to be treated way fucking better.

Except the exact same thing happens the next night and Yoongi feels like the shittiest human
being on the planet for standing his boyfriend up two nights in a row.

Hes screwing everything up and hes just trying to make things better, but hes so fucking tired of
trying to hold himself together- of hiding everything from Jimin. He just wants to be honest with
his boyfriend, but how the fuck would he explain why hes been lying to him for months? Jimin
would be mad, and the last thing Yoongi wants is to make his boyfriend even angrier at him.

Its the next day when Yoongis entire world comes crumbling down around him- Jimin breaks up
with him, claiming he doesnt love him as much as he used to and Yoongi snaps at him and his
mouth runs on autopilot and before he knows it, Jimins walking away from him and hes left
standing in the middle of the deserted hallway frozen on the spot.

Numb.

Hollow.

Yoongi texts Jimin for what feels like hours- never mind, it has been hours. Hes been texting
Jimin nonstop since school let out and his boyfrie ex-boyfriend hasnt answered any of them
yet. Yoongi doesnt wanna push Jimin too hard to talk to him- he wants to give the younger boy
time to collect his thoughts; to maybe reconsider what he just did.

Yoongi doesnt even know what to do with himself at the moment. He lies on his bed, staring
unblinking at his ceiling and waits for Jimin to text him back.
unblinking at his ceiling and waits for Jimin to text him back.

except he never does.

From: J-Hope
November 25, 18:04

Taehyung told me you and Jimin broke up

From: J-Hope
November 25, 18:05

you okay, man?

From: J-Hope
November 25, 18:05

Sorry, stupid question; of course youre not.

Tae said youre an asshole.
Wanna elaborate?

From: Suga
November 25, 18:07

I screwed up.

From: J-Hope
November 25, 18:08

What happened?

From: Suga
November 25, 18:09

I dont really wanna talk about it, man.

From: J-Hope
November 25, 18:11

Okay.
But Im here if you need to talk.

Yoongis basically letting his body run on its own. He barely registers getting ready in the
mornings; hes not sure if hes eaten an actual meal since Wednesday morning; he cant remember
the last time he showered; he does his homework, but he doesnt retain any of the information; he
goes to work, but gets sent home for the week when he ends up spilling more meals than he
delivers.

Hes a mess, to put it bluntly.

He tries explaining through text messages and voicemails to Jimin what was going on with him-
his job, the gift, university, his fucking parents, but Jimin never answers his texts or phones him
back, and Yoongi should really just take the hint and leave Jimin alone.

But he cant do that.

Without Jimin, Yoongis life is just one shitty event after another without any kind of silver lining.

Every time Yoongi tries to get close to Jimin, Taehyungs there- always there, like some kind of
overprotective guard dog, warding Yoongi off and making sure the older boy knows that hes not
welcome near Jimin.

Yoongi is, quite frankly, getting sick of this.

Even showing up in the middle of the night at Jimins house, throwing pebbles at his window to
try and wake him (because climbing up the tree outside his window and knocking on it seemed a
bit rude), resulted in fucking Taehyung telling him to get lost and threatening to get his dad if
Yoongi didnt leave right now- and Yoongis pretty damn certain that Kim Namjoon is not his
number one fan at the moment.

In fact, hed wager a guess that the entire Kim family isnt very fond of him anymore.

Suga?

Yoongi looks up from his lunch, eyeing Hoseok wearily. What?

Hoseok sits across from him and sets his lunch tray on the table. He looks at the other boy and
grins, though it doesnt quite reach his eyes. Hey, how, uh- Howre you feeling?

Yoongi raises an eyebrow; he knows Hoseok can see that he looks like shit.

Listen, man, Hoseok says, rubbing at the back of his neck and avoiding all eye-contact, I know
this break up with Jimin must be hard and everything, but Its almost been two weeks-

And?

Hoseok shrugs, Dont you think you should be over him by now?

Yoongi abruptly drops his sandwich back on his tray and narrows his eyes at his friend. Excuse
me?

I just mean-

No. Yoongi firmly says, You dont get it, Hoseok; I love Jimin- okay? Ive spent the last year
and a half falling stupidly in love with that kid and being apart for two fucking weeks isnt gonna
change that. I miss him so much that it literally hurts to not be around him. So dont even try and
pull any of that just get over him bullshit on me. You got me?
Hoseok has the decency to look ashamed and sighs heavily, nodding his head, Yeah, man, okay.
Sorry.

Yoongis silent for a moment before he lifts his head to stare at Hoseok once more, quietly asking,
Do you think youd be able to get over Taehyung in a week if you guys broke up tomorrow?

I- Hoseok shuts his mouth and wordlessly shakes his head.

Yeah. Thats what I thought.

We dont want you to think you couldve done anything to prevent this,

Sometimes people just grow apart.

This has nothing to do with you.

Yoongi listens intently as his parents tell him that theyre getting a divorce.

Its been a long time coming, but still

Nothings going to change for you, Yoongi, His dad tells him, Youre going to stay here with
your mom.

Everythings changing, Yoongi wants to scream. Everything around him is falling apart and no
matter what he does, he just cant stop it! Its fucking infuriating to try and try and try only to have
nothing you do actually matter in the long run.

Remember, we both love you and well all get through this together. His mom wraps him in a
hug and its when shes dabbing at his eyes with the sleeve of her sweater that he realizes hes
crying. Everythings gonna be okay, sweetheart.

Yoongi knows its stupid- he knows, okay? But that doesnt stop him from leaving another
voicemail in Jimins inbox.

Hey, uh, its me. Again. I- I know youre probably sick of hearing my messages- unless youre
not even listening to them and just deleting them I didnt really think of that until now, actually.
Um so, my parents theyre getting a theyre getting a divorce.

Yoongi closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

I just- I really wanna talk to you, Jimin. I need to hear your voice again, baby. Im so Im I
just miss you. Im sorry for everything that I put you through- I cant even imagine what you were
thinking, but if you got my other messages then you know what was going on. Its not an
excuse for the way I treated you, but yeah I I love you, Jimin.

Yoongi is a mess on the basketball court. Hes surprised his coach hasnt benched him and let one
of the reserves take his place yet. Practice runs later than usual and Yoongi leaves as soon as hes
allowed to, wanting to get home so he can wallow in self-pity some more. He climbs the stairs to
the second floor of the school and opens his locker, grabbing his backpack before going into the
boys bathroom to change back into his uniform.

He descends the stairs and stops at the bottom, frowning when he notices hes still holding onto
his jersey and hasnt even put it in his backpack yet. He rolls his eyes at his own
absentmindedness and shoves it inside once he unzips his backpack, turning around and looking
up when he hears hurried footsteps coming down the stairs.

His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Jimin.

And, of course, in true Jimin fashion, before Yoongi can even get out one syllable, he runs away-
his fight or flight instinct is usually tuned in to flight, as Yoongis learned throughout his time
dating him, and Yoongi automatically runs after him; this is first time hes seen Jimin alone in
nearly two weeks and hes not gonna pass up this opportunity to talk to him.

Yoongi follows him outside and slowly walks towards where Jimins crouched, trying to catch his
breath. Jimin, he softly calls out, not wanting to startle the other boy. When Jimin stands up and
stares at him, Yoongi rubs at the back of his neck, suddenly at a loss for words. Uh, so hi,

Yoongi swallows nervously as Jimin continues staring at him- not saying anything, just staring.

I, uh, I tried to text you a bunch- Im not sure if you got my messages or not-

I blocked your number.

You blocked- Right, yeah. Makes sense.

So Jimin knows nothing about what Yoongis been going through.

I should go.

Panicking, Yoongi shakes his head, his hand reaching out like he wants to grab Jimin. Jimin-
Dont go- I need to talk to you-

Im good, thanks.

Jimin-

Yoongi, youre making this harder than it has to be.

Yoongi exhales slowly, We need to talk, Jimin.

No, we really dont-

Jimin, will you please just let me say this? Yoongi implores the younger boy, Please?

A moment of tense silence fills the air around them before Jimin finally nods his head, though it
doesnt escape Yoongis attention that the action looks forced. Fine, I guess, yeah.

Yoongi clears his throat, So, all week I, um, Ive been leaving you voicemails and texts about
what was going on with me and why I was acting the way I was, and I was really hoping that
youd heard them, but yeah. Now I know you dont know anything, so I guess, first things first,
I should tell you everything thats been going on.

Yoongi-

Yoongi holds his hand up, Jimin, just Just let me talk. Please. He takes a deep breath and
looks at Jimin- takes in the other boys gaunt appearance and knowing hes the reason Jimin looks
so rundown makes him feel ten times worse than he already does. So, uh, I never told you this,
but I got a job back in July; when you were in LA-

You- What? You had a job all this time? Why didnt you tell me? Jimin asks, face scrunched up
in confusion.

I got it because I was trying to save up money to buy your birthday present-

You mean the stuffed animal you got me? Jimin frowns. Not that I didnt love it, but it didnt
look that expensive.

Yoongi shakes his head, No, not that- I got you that because I didnt have enough money for the
other thing when your birthday rolled around. And that was because, uh. My dad- He lost his job
a few months back, so my job kinda went from saving up money for your gift, to saving up
money for food and bills- things like that.

Jimin wraps his arms around himself, Why Why didnt you tell me? he asks so quietly that
Yoongi barely hears him. Why were you keeping secrets from me? For months. Did you not trust
me-

Of course I trust you! Yoongi assures him, wanting nothing more than to wrap Jimin in a hug;
hes obviously feeling hurt and betrayed. I just- I didnt want you to worry about me.

Relationships dont work that way, Yoongi. You dont get to decide what I worry about. Jimin
bites out.

Yeah, I know- Youre right. Youre so fucking right, but I dont know I thought things
would just blow over; that it would be temporary.

But it wasnt.

Not really, no. Yoongi shrugs, My dad couldnt find a new job, so I was working more and
more, and then I got um I got accepted into Seoul National University, so I had to work even
more than before to save up some money for school and, just. Everything was piling up, and I
knew I wasnt paying as much attention to you as I shouldve been, but I had to help out at home
and work, and it was just it was too much for me, Jimin.

Were supposed to be there for each other, Yoongi. Jimin whispers. I feel like- Like I
shouldve been there to help you out- Even if I was just there for you to vent to or something. He
stares at Yoongi and bites at his lip. I cant believe I didnt notice anything was going on with
you-

Hey, Yoongi shakes his head, you didnt know anything because I didnt want you knowing
anything. Dont think for one second that you didnt notice because of any other reason. This is all
on me- you didnt do anything wrong, Jimin.

You didnt do anything wrong, either. Jimin tells him, frowning. I mean, okay, yeah, you stood
me up. Twice-

Yeah, uh, work came up those nights and I forgot my phone at home, so. Yoongi explains.
You dont even know how horrible I felt for doing that to you.

I was just confused. Jimin admits. I thought- I dont know, that, like I thought you were
getting tired of me or something.

Yoongi gapes at Jimin. Are you kidding me? You thought I- You thought I was getting tired of
you? Are you insane? He takes a step towards Jimin, I could never get tired of you, Sunshine.

Why didnt you try to tell me what was going on? Why did you wait this long to explain
everything?

I did tell you. Yoongi says. I left you all those texts and voicemails telling you everything- I
even tried to tell Taehyung, but he- He wasnt really in the mood to talk to me. And I went to your
house and tried to talk to you in the middle of the night, but Taehyung practically chased me off.
And then my parents told me they were getting a divorce, so Ive been dealing with that-

Yoongi... Jimin takes a hesitant step forwards, Im so sorry.

Its not your fault.

No, Jimin agrees. But youre dealing with so much right now

It is what it is. Yoongi mutters. Before the only thing that was getting me through everything
was thinking of you, Jimin. And now

Yoongi-

I miss you so much.

When a lengthy silence forms between them, Yoongi inhales and grabs a hold of Jimins hands,
staring at the other boy while slowly closing the distance between them. Yoongi breathes against
Jimins lips, I love you too damn much to let you go-

You dont get to make that kind of decision. Jimin quietly tells him, going against everything his
mind is screaming at him by curling his fingers around Yoongis own. And it shouldnt feel as
good as it does- this simple skin-to-skin contact, but Jimins always loved skinship and this it
feels warm and familiar and perfect in a way that makes Jimins head confused, but his heart skip
a beat. You dont get to love me anymore-

Yoongi cocks his head to the side, Too late. Youre it for me, you brat. You know that, right?

Youre not being fair, Jimin very nearly whines, turning his head away so he doesnt have to
look into Yoongis eyes; theyre too much right now- too honest. Were broken up. Youre not
allowed to say things like that to me.

Youre the only one I wanna say things like that to. Yoongi tells him. Youre the only person
in the entire fucking world that I actually wanna spend time with.

Yoongi-
Yoongi shakes his head, You dont get it, Jimin; he says, frowning, youre the best thing thats
ever happened to me- all that other shit thats been happening in my life- I dont give a fuck about
it if I dont have you in my life. University, my job, my parents getting a divorce- none of it
fucking matters as much as you being beside me. I cant even begin to tell you how fucking sorry
I am for keeping secrets from you and hurting you; I never wanted to hurt you, Jimin. I just- I
wanna be worthy of you. I wanna be able to provide for you and be the kind of guy youre proud
of-

Jimin blinks in confusion, Worthy of me? he echoes, shaking his head. Im not-

Youre perfect. To me, youre absolutely perfect. Yoongi insists. I know I probably never said
it enough, but everything about you Jimin it blows me away what an amazing person you
are. Youre so brave, and strong-willed; even if you dont realize it.

Stop. Jimin murmurs, biting his lower lip. If you dont stop talking Im gonna give in and well
start dating again-

Yoongi swallows nervously, Would dating me again really be that bad?

Jimin nods, whispering, I dont wanna get hurt again.

I promise you that Ill never keep secrets from you again, baby. Yoongi vows. The good, the
bad- Ill tell you everything. Whatever you wanna know, Ill tell you.

Yoongi

Yoongi takes a leap of faith and lunges forwards, pressing his lips against Jimins, and its like-
fuck; its like coming home. Being this close to Jimin again is like a breath of fresh air compared to
how hes been living lately- like hes been underwater; everything muted and blurry.

When they part, Jimin rests his forehead against Yoongis and huffs, Youre making this whole
breaking up thing really hard to stick with.

Yoongi hesitantly grins at Jimin, Fair warning, if we dont start dating again, Im just gonna stalk
you until you decide to give me another chance.

Youre not funny. Jimin tells him, trying to restrain himself from smiling.

Yoongi chuckles, Im a little funny.

Jimin lets Yoongi pull him into a hug and he deeply inhales the scent of his jacket and hair and
just everything. Not even a little. he mumbles into the older boys shoulder, wrapping his arms
tightly around Yoongi.

Yoongi lets go of Jimin and reaches into his jacket pocket, producing a small box. I, uh This is
the reason I got that job in the first place. This is your original birthday present.

Jimin stares at the box with wide eyes and Yoongi hastily explains, I wanted to get you
something that would show you how much I love you and that I wasnt going anywhere, He lifts
the lid of the box and shows Jimin the ring inside, Its a promise ring.

A promise ring?
 I promise that Im always gonna be around if you need me. Yoongi smiles at him, slipping the
ring on Jimins middle finger. I promise that Ill never leave you if I can help it.

Jimin stares at the ring in shock.

I mean, Yoongi babbles, taking Jimins silence as a bad sign, I know theyre lame and kinda
embarrassing, but, like- I thought maybe it was a nice gesture or something? If you hate it, you
dont have to wear it. I dont even know what I was thinking; its stupid-

Hey, Jimin places his finger against Yoongis lips and smiles, stop insulting my present; I love
it.

As much as you love me?

I might love you more.

Even after everything?

Jimin presses a chaste kiss to Yoongis cheek. Even after everything.

Chapter End Notes

Was there ever any doubt that our boys would find their way back to each other?
Granted, they've still got issues to work out, but that's for later lol

Fingers crossed you guys liked this part ^_^

Let me know what you thought <3
 surprise parties, threats, and bedtime trials and tribulations
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Anything special you wanna do for your birthday? Dinner? We could go see a movie?

We cant leave Jimin alone, Namjoon. As if on cue, a muffled sob echoes down the hall and
into their bedroom. And I wouldnt feel right celebrating anything while our sons so miserable.

No- Yeah, youre right. Namjoon nods his head in understanding. We can celebrate it later
when hes

Smiling again. Jin says with a sigh. My birthday isnt as important as making sure Jimins
fine.

Jins fixing Jimins favorite meal for dinner, hoping to get his son to eat something (and maybe
brighten his mood a little). Hes in the middle of pouring rice into the pot on the stove when Jimin
comes home smiling.

Jins eyes widen in shock and he hesitantly smiles back at Jimin, Looks like you had a good
practice, sweetie. Did Hoseok give you a ride home?

Jimin shakes his head, grin still firmly on his face as he says, Yoongi did. We, uh- We talked
things through and everythings gonna be cool between us now.

Jin listens as Jimin hastily explains the entire situation to him and Jins heart goes out to Yoongi
for everything hes been through lately. He chuckles to himself while Jimin dreamily stares off at
nothing (and Jin would bet anything that hes thinking about his boyfriend); its not like he didnt
see this coming- of course Yoongi and Jimin were going to get back together. Theyre too in love,
too devoted to each other- too invested in their relationship to call it quits over a simple
misunderstanding.

Im proud of you two for working out your problems, Jin tells Jimin, affectionately ruffling his
sons hair. Why dont you invite Yoongi over for dinner tomorrow night?

Jimin stares at his mom, biting at his lip. Will you tell Dad to not be a psycho and kill Yoongi?

Dont worry, Jiminie; Ill explain everything to your dad and hell be just as excited that you two
are back together as I am.

Jimin raises an eyebrow at his moms words and Jin sighs, promising, Hell be on his best
behavior, at the very least.

Theyre what?

Back together.
Namjoon purses his lips and begins pacing back and forth, No- No. That boy doesnt get to date
Jimin again.

That boy has a name. Jin tells Namjoon. And hes been going through some tough times,
Namjoonie, cut him some slack.

No, Namjoon bites out. No slack will be given when it comes to my son being hurt.

Namjoon.

Dont Namjoon me. Namjoon says with a shake of his head. Yoongi hurt Jimin-

And Jimin hurt Yoongi, too. Jin lightly points out. Theyre teenagers. Theyre gonna fight and
break up, but the ones that truly care about each other they find their way back to each other.

Youre a sap.

And youre being unreasonable. Jin sighs, If Jimins decided to give Yoongi another chance
then we will, too.

Like hell we will-

We. Will. Give. Yoongi. Another. Chance. Jin cuts his husband off, glaring. The next time you
see Yoongi, youll treat him like you did before all this unpleasantness happened because that
boys been through enough and the last thing he needs is to have his boyfriends dad have a
personal vendetta against him. End of discussion, Namjoon. Do I make myself clear?

Namjoon slowly exhales, scowling. Crystal.

Doctor Kookie, Jin greets his youngest as he walks into the boys room to see him with his toy
medical set open on the carpet, stethoscope around his neck and bedsheet wrapped around his
shoulders. Or are you a superhero today?

Both! Checkup time, Mommy!

Jin chuckles and sits on the ground beside Jungkook, letting himself be poked and prodded by his
three year old to make sure hes healthy. Im not sick, am I?

Jungkook gravely nods his head, Mommys very sick.

Jin gasps, Oh no!

Jungkook grabs his toy reflex hammer and taps on Jins shoulder, then on the top of his head, and
finally on his stomach. I can fix Mommy.

If anyone can fix me, its the world famous Doctor Kookie!

Jungkook nods his head, expression serious as he grabs a pair of play scissors and pretends to
cut something out of Jins stomach, tossing it over his shoulder before grinning widely. All
better!
Jin breathes a sigh of relief and kisses Jungkooks cheek. My hero!

Cookie?

Jin laughs at the hopeful look on his sons face and stands up, scooping the boy into his arms. I
think you definitely earned a cookie for saving my life, Doctor Kookie.

Jungkook vigorously nods his head, Im the best!

Jin laughs, And so modest, too.

Yoongi doesnt think hes ever been as nervous as he is right now- not even meeting Jimins
parents for the first time compares to this feeling. He stops short of entering the Kim household
and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans.

Hey, Jimin says, smiling at him from the entryway and beckoning him inside the house. Dont
tell me youre scared to come in,

Yoongi scoffs, then locks eyes with Jimin a moment later and nods his head, Uh, yeah. Fucking
terrified, actually.

Jimin rolls his eyes and pulls his boyfriend inside, shutting the door behind him. What do you
thinks gonna happen? Nobodys gonna yell at you or anything; I already explained everything to
them yesterday.

Your mom probably thinks Im a piece of shit, and I dont even wanna think about your dad,
Jimin.

Melodramatic much?

Im being serious- Yoongi stops speaking as Taehyung rounds the corner and comes into view.
Uh hey Yoongi tentatively greets him, eyes widening when his breath gets knocked out of
him as the younger boy rushes at him and crushes him in a hug.

I felt so bad for being mean to you! Taehyung says into his shoulder. Seriously, Im so happy
you two are back together! All is right with the world again!

Jimin, help, Yoongi gets out as Taehyung inadvertently continues squeezing the life out of him.
Jimin!

Jimin laughs as he pries his brother off his boyfriend, Tae, let him breathe.

Sorry, Taehyung sheepishly apologizes, smiling. Im just excited we can be friends again!

Yoongi chuckles and pats Taehyung on the back, I missed you, too, Tae.

Jungkooks supposed to be playing quietly in his room. Because Mommys busy making dinner,
and Daddy isnt home from wherever he goes every day, and Jmins always in his bedroom
lately, and TaeTaes being mean because he doesnt wanna play with him.
But Jungkook doesnt want to stay in his room, so he creeps out into the hallway and gasps when
he comes face-to-face with Shhhooogah-

SHHHOOOGAH!

Hey, Kookie!

Jungkooks lifted into Shhhooogahs arms and he grabs at the boys face, tugging on his hair to
make sure that its really him, and bunching his hands in Shhhooogahs shirt when it turns out
that, yep, this is the real Shhhooogah, and Jungkook doesnt know what hes doing in their house
because Jmin and TaeTae said he wouldnt be coming over anymore, but here he is!

Hes here! And Jungkook needs to bring him to Jmin! Because Jmins been super sad for so
long and Jungkook doesnt like Jmin when hes sad, but Shhhooogah knows how to make Jmin
smile!

Jungkook wiggles around in Shhhooogahs arms, finally being let down a moment later and
urgently tugs on Shhhooogahs hand, leading him across the hall to Jmins room. Jungkook
pounds his fists against Jmins door, shouting his brothers name at the top of his lungs- because
open up already, Jmin! Jungkooks gonna fix everything by bringing Shhhooogah back to you
and making you happy again!

Jmin finally opens the door and stares at him and Jungkook points at Shhhooogah, smiling
widely. Shhhooogahs here!

Did Kookie intercept you on the way to the bathroom?

Pretty much, yeah.

Jungkook doesnt get why Jmin isnt as excited as he is to see Shhhooogah, so he pushes on the
back of Shhhooogahs legs, making him get closer to Jmin. Shhhooogahs here, Jmin!

He is, isnt he? Jmin says, crouching down in front of him and Jungkook points at
Shhhooogah, trying to get Jmin to understand that he brought Shhhooogah to see him so hed be
happy!

Jmins happy now?

About Yoongi being here?

Jungkook doesnt know who that is because theres only him and Jmin and Shhhooogah around,
so he shakes his head with a frown. Shhhooogahs supposed to make you happy!

Youre right, Kookie. He does make me happy. Thank you for bringing him to me.

Jungkook beams at Jmin when his brother smiles at him, and Jungkook cant remember the last
time he saw Jmin smile at him and its nice and familiar and Jmin looks so happy now that
Shhhooogahs back at their house, and Jungkook puffs his chest out a little, proud that hes fixed
his brother and made him happy again.

Jungkook thinks he probably deserves a cookie for this. Cookie?

Its almost dinner, Kookie. You know the rules.

Jungkook pulls a face and stomps his foot on the ground. Because why doesnt Jmin get it?
Jungkooks been a good boy and he deserves a cookie! Mommy will understand why hes
allowed a cookie before dinner just this once.

Cookie!

Kookie-

Cookie! Jungkook says again, lower lip wobbling. Shhhooogah?

Sunshine, look at his face-

Fine, alright. Ill be right back with your cookie. Jmin smiles at him, disappearing downstairs
and Jungkook looks up at Shhhooogah, No more leaving Jmin!

I promise I wont leave again.

Cross your heart?

Jungkook watches closely, craning his neck to see Shhhooogah do the motion across his heart.
Missed you, Shhhooogah.

Jimin cautiously walks towards where his dads watching the news in the living room. He sets
Jungkooks cookie down on the coffee table and sits beside the man. Uh

I hear you and Yoongi are back together.

Jimin takes a deep breath. Yeah, uh Hes in my room right now and hes staying for dinner,
and can you just try not to be a psycho around him- even though I know you probably dont like
him very much right now-

Namjoon sighs and holds a hand up to stop his sons rambling. Jiminie, your mom already
explained everything to me. And as much as I dont want to treat him nicely because Im still
upset he hurt you, I will treat him fairly and I promise I wont make him uncomfortable.

Jimin lets out a breath he didnt know he was holding and hugs his dad, Thanks, Dad.

Send Yoongi down to my studio in ten minutes, though. I want to have a little chat with him
before dinner.

Jimins eyes widen and he shakes his head, Dad, please dont beat him up-

Namjoon snorts, Im not going to beat him up, Jimin. I just want to talk to him for a bit- clear up
a few things, thats all.

Yoongis walking towards his own funeral- hes positive of that fact.
As he nears the studio he can feel his palms growing sweatier, his breathing becoming harsher and
his heart beating erratically enough that hes a little concerned for it.

At least if he has a fucking heart attack, Jimins mom will know what to do.

Standing in front of the door, Yoongi hesitantly brings his hand up and raps his knuckles against
it, swallowing nervously when Jimins dad tells him to come in.

He does and takes a seat on the couch inside the room, resting his hands in his lap and resisting the
urge to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. He avoids looking directly at the man in front of him-
mainly because hes afraid that hell see pure hatred on the mans face for what he put Jimin
through.

Yoongi.

Yoongi snaps his head up and stares at Namjoon, exhaling shakily.

I hear congratulations are in order.

Yoongi frowns, eyes narrowed in confusion. Uh He scratches at the back of his head,
What?

Namjoon smiles at the boy in front of him, For getting into university, Yoongi. Congratulations.

Oh, uh, y- yeah. Yoongi says, mind reeling; this is so not what he was expecting them to talk
about. Thank you.

Im sure youll do wonderfully there. Namjoon tells him. Im proud of you- not everyone can
say theyve been accepted into Seoul National University.

Its definitely an honor. Yoongi quietly agrees.

It is. And Im positive you wont squander this opportunity.

Yoongi hastily shakes his head, Absolutely not.

On another note, Namjoon says, I heard your father lost his job.

A few months ago, yeah. Yoongi slowly tells him, Hes been, uh- Hes been looking for a new
job, but... He shrugs a shoulder, Not many places are hiring, I guess.

I understand how hard it must be. Namjoon sympathizes. I just wanted to let you know that if
hes interested, Im in need of a new accountant at my company. Hes more than welcome to the
job if hed like it.

This is so, so not what he was expecting to talk about.

I- Yeah. Ill let him know the next time I see him. Yoongi murmurs, trying to wrap his mind
around whats just happened. Thank you, Mr. Kim.

No thanks necessary, Namjoon waves his words off, absently hearing Jin calling everyone for
dinner. As he ushers Yoongi out of his studio, he places a hand on the teens shoulder, Oh, and
Yoongi?
Yeah?

If you ever hurt my son again, Ill make sure that you never get a job in the music industry in all
of Korea. Do I make myself clear?

Yoongi swallows around the lump in his throat and jerkily nods his head, knowing that if theres
one fucking person in this entire country who can do that, its Kim Namjoon.

Good! Namjoon claps his hands together and grins, Lets eat, shall we?

Namjoon is crazy about Jin. Honestly, theres not a day that goes by that Namjoon isnt thankful
for the mans presence in his life. Jins his everything- not even figuratively. Jin is literally
everything to Namjoon, and he would be disappointed in himself if he didnt celebrate the mans
birthday properly.

From: Dad
December 9, 20:00

Emergency meeting in the studio. Bring your brother.

From: Dad
December 9, 20:06

Taehyung, Im serious. Get down here now.

From: Dad
December 9, 20:07

I wont hesitate to ground you both if you dont get your butts down here in the next two minutes.

Were coming! Namjoon hears Taehyung shout as he nears the studio. Were here! Were
here! Dont ground us!

Namjoon watches as Taehyung and Jimin burst through the door and plant themselves on the sofa
in the studio, leaving the door wide open. Namjoon looks from them and back to the door,
nodding in satisfaction when Jimin immediately stands to shut it with a sheepish grin. Thats
better.

Wheres Mom?

Hes not allowed to hear what Im about to tell you both.

Jimin looks at his brother with a wary expression, That sounds oddly ominous. I kinda want
Mom here even more now.

Its about his birthday.

Taehyung frowns in confusion, Like, next years birthday? Because he just had his, Dad, like
on Friday. Dont you remember?
Old age. Jimin whispers to his brother, earning himself an unimpressed look from his dad. Im
just saying! They say your memorys the first thing to go when you get older.

Im going to forget I have a son in a moment if you keep talking. Namjoon jokingly threatens.
Now be quiet and listen to me.

Taehyung and Jimin both close their mouths and sit up straighter, attempting to give their dad their
undivided attention, but Namjoons not fooled; Jimin and Taehyung have even worse attention
spans than Jungkook.

Because Jimin was going through a tough time last week, we didnt celebrate your moms
birthday. Namjoon needlessly explains to the two, patting Jimins thigh when his son winces at
the thought of ruining his moms birthday. But now that everythings resolved itself on that front,
I think we should throw your mom a surprise party. Well decorate the house, get him gifts, make
him dinner- itll be something special just for him.

Can I cook dinner?

No. Namjoon immediately shoots Taehyung down. We dont want to burn dinner, Tae.

Ill cook. Jimin offers with a smug grin. That way well be able to actually eat the food.

Taehyung sticks his tongue out at Jimin and Namjoon snaps his fingers in front of their faces.
Focus, he tells them. Jiminll cook. Tae, you can decorate the house-

How am I gonna decorate the house if hes always in it?

Well do it on Saturday and Ill make sure hes out of the house, okay?

Taehyung nods, Okay. He hesitantly smiles at his dad, Can I invite Hoseok?

To your moms surprise birthday party? Namjoon asks with a raised eyebrow. To a family-only
affair?

If Hoseoks coming, Yoongi gets to come.

I didnt say-

Hoseok can help me decorate! Taehyung exclaims, smiling broadly. And Yoongi can help you
cook.

You mean he can watch me cook.

Namjoon listens to them talk and sighs, wondering why he even bothered trying to say no to
Hoseok and Yoongi coming over; they practically live at his house as it is. Fine. They can
come.

Jimin rolls his eyes, Of course theyre coming. Even if you said no, theyd still come. You know
that, Dad.

Why isnt Kookie here? Taehyung suddenly asks as he notices his little brothers absence. If
anyones gonna be excited about throwing Mom a surprise party, its him.
No. Namjoon quickly says. No telling Kookie anything about this!

Because?

Because your brothers going through his Namjoon tries to find a less insulting word, but
gives up after a few moments, blabbermouth phase. Anything you tell him, hell tell your mom
within the hour. I cant risk him giving away the surprise.

Good point. Jimin agrees.

When are we gonna get him presents?

Ill pick you both up from school tomorrow and well pick out gifts for your mom. He looks at
both teens, And if your mom asks anything about whats going on-

We know nothing! Taehyung quickly answers, grinning.

Exactly.

Dad, do you even know the man you married?

Namjoon ignores Jimin in favor of turning over the spatula in his hands.

Seriously, dont buy him that. Jimin advises him, lightly taking the cooking utensil from his
hands and placing it back on the shelf. He motions his brother over and stares at his dad, Dad,
Mom doesnt want cooking stuff for his birthday.

Unless youre buying him a new oven. Taehyung interjects, pointing at where the appliances
are on the other side of the store theyre in. Hes been complaining about ours for months.

No. Jimin shakes his head. Birthday gifts arent supposed to be practical.

Namjoon sighs, Jimin, I think I know what your mom likes and doesnt like.

You dont. Jimin bluntly tells him. Thats why were here.

Get him a new car!

Namjoon rolls his eyes at Taehyungs suggestion. Im not buying him a new car. The one he has
is fine.

Buy me a new car, then. Taehyung proposes, smiling cheekily at his dad. Or get Mom
something he doesnt need, but wants- like a giant Mario plushie!

No. Namjoon shoots him down as they exit the store and continue walking through the mall.
He doesnt need a giant stuffed Mario.

Besides, if Dad got him that Kookie would probably just end up wanting it and whining about it
until Mom just gave it to him.

True. Taehyung muses. What about getting him tickets to a concert?

Are you suggesting things for your moms birthday or yours? Namjoon absently asks as he
looks through the window of a clothing shop. What about getting him a new scarf?

Lame.

Super lame. Jimin says with a shake of his head. Thats like saying Happy birthday, I couldnt
think of anything better to get you, so heres a scarf.

Well what do you suggest then, Jimin?

Jimin shrugs at his dads question, I dunno. Something cool.

Oh, thank you, Namjoon deadpans, that was very helpful.

Get him a dog! Taehyung excitedly says as he presses his face up against the display window of
a pet shop. Please get him a dog!

Or a cat! Jimin suggests as he coos over the kittens in the shop. A cute, fluffy kitten!

Namjoon forcefully pries his sons away from the stores windows, No pets. What about a pass to
the gym?

Hell think youre telling him to lose weight. Jimin immediately shoots that idea down. Do you
really wanna call Mom fat on his birthday?

I give up. Namjoon announces with a groan. Im going back and buying him that spatula and
maybe the scarf, too.

You cant give up yet, Dad! Taehyung cries. Moms perfect present is here somewhere!

Where? Namjoon demands, looking around at all the shops available to him. Do you see it,
Tae? Because I sure dont.

Its here. Taehyung assures his dad, tugging him through the mall. We just have to find it.

Namjoon knows hes in for a long night when he enters Jungkooks room to find his son spinning
around in circles with his stuffed rabbit in his arms, giggling loudly, and hopping up and down in
excitement when he sees his dad.

Do you know what time it is, Kookie?

Time to play?

Namjoon smiles sadly at the boy, Afraid not. Its bedtime.

Not tired!

How about we get you into your pajamas and well see how you feel afterwards, okay?
Namjoon offers, rummaging through Jungkooks closet for a pair of pajamas. You wanna change
into these, Kookie?
Jungkook pulls a face at the blue pajamas. I dont like the blue ones!

Okay. Fine. Namjoon goes back to the closet and gets Jungkooks black pajamas. What about
these?

No!

Namjoon quickly learns that Jungkook also doesnt like his yellow, white, or green pajamas. He
wants his red ones.

The ones in the wash.

Kookie, theyre dirty. You cant wear dirty pajamas.

Yes I can!

Namjoon holds up two pairs of pajamas in front of his son. Kookie, pick which one you want to
wear from these two. Either the blue ones or the black ones.

Red!

Blue or black?

Red, Daddy!

Red isnt an option. Namjoon patiently tells him. Blue or black?

Red!

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly through his nose. Black it is. he decides
for his son, grabbing the boy around his middle and wrestling him into his pajamas, earning
himself a bite on his arm and a kick to the leg for his troubles. When Jungkooks finally in his
pajamas, Namjoon sets him back on the ground, Now, youve got your pajamas on, how about
we brush your teeth-

No!

I wasnt really asking, Kookie. Namjoon tells him as he leads him into the bathroom and helps
him brush his teeth, trying not to laugh at the disgruntled look on Jungkooks face the entire time
the toothbrush is inside his mouth.

Spit.

Jungkook dutifully spits into the sink and rinses his mouth out with water, letting Namjoon bring
him back into his room. Playtime now?

Namjoon shakes his head, Kookie, its bedtime, not playtime. he repeats for what feels like the
hundredth time in the span of ten minutes. How about we get you into bed, huh?

Jungkook grimaces at the thought, darting out of his dads grasp and running out of his bedroom,
giggling like mad while Namjoon internally counts to ten and calmly follows his youngest towards
his and Jins room. He enters the room and finds Jungkook being lifted into his husbands arms,
the man kissing their sons cheek.

I thought you were putting him to bed?

Namjoon leans against the doorframe and rolls his eyes, What does it look like Im trying to do?

It looks like youre playing with him. Jin tells him, grinning at the boy in his arms. Was Daddy
playing with you, Kookie?

Jungkook nods, beaming at his mom. Playing tag, Mommy!

Jins eyes widen in exaggerated excitement, How fun!

So fun. Namjoon deadpans. But its bedtime now, Kookie. Say goodnight to Mommy-

No! Jungkook pulls a face at Namjoon and burrows further into Jins shirt. Not tired!

Tough. Namjoon plainly tells him as he walks forwards. Come on-

No! Jungkook twists his body away from Namjoons approaching figure, clinging to Jin even
more.

Jin pets Jungkooks hair and rocks him, Are you sure youre not tired, sweetheart? Its pretty
late.

Im sure! Jungkook insists with a yawn that he tries to hide behind his hand. I wanna stay up!

Jungkook, enough. Namjoon finally says. Its time for bed and thats where youre going. No
more arguing.

Jungkook furrows his brow and looks at his mom, unshed tears in his eyes at his dads tone.
Daddys mad.

Jin pointedly glares at Namjoon before smiling at his son, Daddys not mad at you, Kookie.
Daddys just tired.

Because its bedtime?

Right. Jin nods, striding past Namjoon and down the hall towards Jungkooks room. Daddys
tired because its bedtime and he wants to sleep. Maybe you wanna sleep, too?

Jungkook pouts, Wanna play.

We played all day, Kookie, Jin points out as he sets Jungkook down on his bed, settling the
covers on top of him and tucking him in. And well play tomorrow, too.

Promise?

Jin smiles and presses a kiss to Jungkooks forehead, I promise. Well play when you wake up
tomorrow, but first you gotta go to sleep.

But-
If you dont go to sleep, Jin tells him, then tomorrow will never come. How will we play
tomorrow if it never comes?

Ill sleep, Mommy! Jungkook quickly says, yawning again as he snuggles further into his
covers.

Jin watches over Jungkook as he quickly falls asleep and quietly sneaks out of his room when the
boys breathing evens out. He goes back into his bedroom and frowns when he sees Namjoon
already in bed. Its eight oclock. Why are you in bed?

Namjoon waggles his eyebrows, Jungkooks asleep, Jimin and Tae are at the movies

Jin snorts at the smirk on Namjoons face, though he climbs onto the bed, exchanging lazy kisses
with his husband. Weve got an hour, tops, before theyre back from the theater.

Namjoon grins against his neck, Well just skip the foreplay and get to the main event, then,
yeah?

Jin chuckles, rolling his eyes, Such a romantic.

Jimin has a shadow.

And its name is Jungkook.

Whos making it really hard to wrap presents for their moms birthday party.

Kookie, why dont you go play with your stuffies?

No.

Jimin sighs and tries pushing his little brother out of his room, only to have the boy flop down on
the floor in protest. Kookie, Ive gotta do stuff.

Like what?

Jimin shakes his head, Its a secret.

A secret?

Yes, a secret, and no, Im not telling you what it is. Jimin tells him, picking his brother up and
frowning when he clings to him like a koala. Kookie, you gotta leave. Go bug TaeTae.

TaeTaes kissing Hoosuk!

Jimin pulls a face identical to the one Jungkooks sporting. Ew.

Yeah! Jungkook agrees. Wanna play!

Youre gonna have to play by yourself. Jimin says as he untangles Jungkooks limbs from
around his midsection. Ive gotta do this and you cant be here for it.
Why?

Because youre not allowed to know what Im doing.

But why?

Jimin rolls his eyes, Because its a secret, Kookie. I already told you that.

But why?

Because its something you dont need to know.

Why?

Jimin groans in frustration and gently guides his brother out of his room, Thats just the way it is.
Now go tell TaeTae hes being gross and make him play with you, okay?

Jungkook reluctantly goes and Jimin shuts the door behind him, locking it for good measure
before grabbing everything he needs to wrap his moms presents.

Your mom and dad and brother are leaving the house for exactly an hour on this lovely Saturday
afternoon! Namjoon calls out into the house, ignoring the way Jins looking at him like hes lost
his mind.

Jimin and Taehyung appear at the entryway, smiling innocently and waving goodbye. See you in
an hour.

Youre all acting weird. Jin tells his family as he lets Namjoon drag him and Jungkook out of
the house. Dont wreck anything while were gone.

Wouldnt dream of it, Mom. Jimin sweetly tells him, shutting the door behind them. Okay,
Yoongi and Hoseok are on their way over, so you start decorating and Ill get dinner started.

Taehyung excitedly nods his head and grabs the bag of party supplies hed stashed in the linen
closet a few days ago. Ill send Yoongi your way when he gets here, he tells his brother as he
grabs a pack of balloons and rips it open, beginning the arduous task of blowing them all up.

Half an hour later and Jimins got the food in the oven, has Yoongi driving to a nearby bakery for
the cake they ordered for his moms birthday, and... the living room still isnt finished being
decorated. Seriously, Tae?

Taehyung hastily pushes Hoseok away and smiles guiltily at his brother. I- We- Hoseok keeps
distracting me!

Lies! Hoseok shouts. I cant help it if you cant stop kissing me.

Gross. Jimin says. Stop making out and start decorating. Weve got, like, twenty minutes until
Mom and Dad get home.
You stay at that end of the room, Ill stay at this end. Taehyung instructs his boyfriend, pointing
at the other side of the living room. And no more trying to kiss me.

I make no promises. Hoseok grins, grabbing the streamers from the bag and beginning to hang
them up.

Jins positive somethings up with his kids. And possibly Namjoon, too.

Theyre all acting very suspicious. Which probably means theyre hiding something, and Jin
would be more concerned about that, except he already knows what theyre hiding.

A surprise party. For him.

(Jin should probably mention to Taehyung that hiding party supplies in the linen closet is not the
best place to hide things because, uh, Jin goes in the linen closet every day and seeing balloons,
streamers, a giant Happy Birthday sign, and noisemakers is kind of a dead giveaway that a partys
in the works.)

Still, Jin feigns being shocked when he enters the house and sees that Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi
and Hoseok have managed to decorate the entire living room and cook him dinner, all in the span
of an hour.

Its impressive and heartwarming, and no, he's not crying- okay, fine. He might be crying a little
bit.

You dont like the scarf I bought you, do you?

Jin settles himself under the covers of their bed and kisses Namjoons cheek, I thought it was
very practical.

Namjoon rolls his eyes, You hate it.

I love it because you bought it for me. Jin assures him. Ill wear it all the time, Namjoon, I
promise.

Good. Namjoon smirks, Because I hear it gets cold in Italy in January.

Jin cautiously looks at Namjoon, a smile slowly working its way onto his face. You didnt.

Namjoon leans over the side of the bed and fishes a pair of plane tickets, topped with a bow, out
of his nightstand, handing them to Jin. You didnt really think all I got you was a scarf and a
spatula for your birthday, did you?

Jin laughs and wraps his arms around Namjoons neck, kissing him while clutching the plane
tickets to his chest. He parts from his husband and looks at the tickets, Seven tickets?

Namjoon pointedly looks at Jin, Im not having a repeat of our trip to Los Angeles. Were
bringing Yoongi and Hoseok along so that everyones happy.
 Jin stares at his husband in amazement, How did I wind up with someone as wonderful as you in
my life?

Namjoon grins and kisses the tip of Jins nose. I ask myself that same question every single day.

Chapter End Notes

Oh, my god! I've missed you guys so much!

I haven't had a steady internet connection for almost THREE WEEKS- I've been
slowly dying inside about not being able to post this update for you guys for sooo
long!

On the plus side, I have the next few parts mostly written out and I've even started
some one-shots that I'll hopefully get around to posting sometime soon-ish ^_^

Anyway, I really hope you guys liked this fluff-filled part <3
 getting in the holiday spirit
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How do you feel about pizza for dinner tonight? Namjoon asks, walking into the living room
with his eyes downcast, focusing on the pamphlet in his hands. Buy two, get one half price-

Shhh!

Namjoon stops in his tracks and stares at Jin, Wh-

Jin slaps a hand over Namjoons mouth, grinning while he gestures over to where Jimin and
Taehyung are sitting on the carpet with Jungkook- papers strewn about around them while
Christmas music plays softly in the background.

You gotta write a list for Santa, Kookie. All the things you want for Christmas. Jimin tells his
younger brother, handing Taehyung a sheet of paper and a pen. TaeTaes gonna write down
what you want and then well mail it to the North Pole so Santa gets it.

Iron Man.

Jimin hides a laugh behind his hand. You want an Iron Man action figure?

No. Iron Man.

I think Iron Mans gonna be busy keeping the world safe, Kookie. Taehyung tells him, but
writes Iron Man down nonetheless. What else do you want?

Hugs!

Taehyung chuckles as he writes it down on the paper in front of him, You want a hug from
Santa?

Jungkook shakes his head, Hugs from Mommy!

What about a hug from Daddy? Jimin asks, handing a paper over to Jungkook, along with some
crayons. You like Daddys hugs, too, dont you?

Jungkook shakes his head, poking his tongue out of his mouth as he scribbles on the paper with a
blue crayon. Mommys are gooder.

That was brutally honest. Namjoon whispers to his husband as they watch their sons prepare for
Christmas. For the record, my hugs are just as good as yours.

Eh. Jin shrugs, trying to hold back his laughter at the look of concern on Namjoons face. Im
kidding; your hugs are just as good as mine.

Liar. Namjoon mumbles under his breath, continuing to watch his sons.

You can ask for anything you want, Kookie. Taehyung says, tapping the pen against the paper.
Anything at all.
A shark.

Jimin snorts, shaking his head in amusement. A shark?

Jungkook nods, exchanging his blue crayon for a yellow one. Big shark!

You got that, Tae?

Taehyung dutifully writes Jungkooks request on the paper. Alright, that looks like enough stuff-

Jungkook quickly shakes his head and shuffles his way over to Taehyung, whispering, No more
baths.

You need to take baths, Kookie. Jimin immediately points out. Nobody likes taking baths, but
you gotta do it.

No baths. Jungkook repeats, grabbing onto Taehyungs hand and placing it on the list. Tell
Santa, TaeTae.

Taehyung scribbles Jungkooks wishes onto the paper, giving Jimin a shrug in response. Hey,
thats Santas problem, not ours.

Great. Namjoon quietly grouses, Now its our problem.

Kookiell forget all about that one when Christmas actually rolls around and hes swimming in
toys. Jin promises him, slowly backing out of the living room while dragging Namjoon along
with him. When theyre in the kitchen, Jin sets about making a cup of coffee, While were on the
subject of Christmas, weve gotta decide what were getting Jiminie and Tae.

Namjoon hums in agreement, stealing Jins coffee once its finished brewing, only to have his
hand smacked away. Taes been dropping not-so-subtle hints about concert tickets.

The problem with that, Jin muses, is that its a group present, right? We cant get Taehyung
two tickets because hell want to take Jimin and Hoseok- and if we get him three tickets, then
weve gotta get a fourth for Yoongi. It wouldnt be fair for all three to go and Yoongi to be left
out.

Okay, how about this, Namjoon proposes, we get them a group present- four tickets, and then
buy Jimin and Taehyung their individual presents.

And were back to square one. Jin surmises.

Lets just give them money.

Jin tsks.

What? Namjoon shrugs. They love taking money from me.

True, Jin chuckles, but its not an appropriate Christmas present for our sons.

We could just ask them what they want. Namjoon says after a moment. Have you thought of
doing that yet?

Jin grins at him, eyebrow raised. You think I havent asked my own children what they want for
Christmas?

Namjoon opens his mouth, then shuts it, shrugging helplessly. The thought passed through my
mind.

Go ahead, Namjoonie. Jin shoos him out of the kitchen. Go ask.

I dunno.

What do you mean you dont know?

I mean, Jimin shrugs, Ill like whatever you get me; I always do.

Yeah, Taehyung nods, use your best judgement and get us something cool.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, You must want something.

World peace?

A Lamborghini?

Namjoon slowly exhales. What about a CD? Any movies you want?

We dont really need you to buy us those things; weve got Netflix. Jimin tells him. And
iTunes.

If you dont give me any ideas, Im going to tell your mom that you both asked for socks and
underwear. Namjoon warns the two, smirking in satisfaction when they instantly look away from
the TV to stare at him.

I need new socks. Taehyung jumps on the suggestion with glee. And new boxers.

Yeah. Mom knows which ones we like, tell him we want a bunch of em.

Good idea, Dad.

Yeah, Jimin agrees. Good idea.

Namjoon blinks, then does it again. This was not the outcome he was expecting.

Mom.

Jimin.

Mom.
Jimin.

Mom. Jimin whines.

Jimin. Jin narrows his eyes at his son.

Jimin sighs, feeling incredibly put upon, he might add. But he trails off, pouting at his parents.
Yoongi and I were gonna hang out today. Its, like, the first day hes had off from work since we
got off school for winter break.

Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest, levelling his son with the look. What Im hearing,
Jimin, is that your little brother isnt as important as your boyfriend-

Jimin hastily shakes his head. Of course Jungkooks more important. But-

Jimin, Namjoon sighs. Were not going to force you to take your little brother to see Santa.

Youre not? Jimin hesitantly asks, eyeing his parents with trepidation.

No. Jin tells him, smiling sadly, Well just let Jungkook know that his older brother, whom he
loves very much, doesnt feel like taking him to the mall to see Santa today.

Jimin groans, placing his head in his hands.

Dont worry, though, Jiminie. Namjoon adds, Im sure Jungkook wont mind too much. Its
not like hes been waiting to meet Santa for months or anything

Oh, my god, stop talking. Jimin moans. He lifts his head and stares at his parents, Fine, Ill take
him to see Santa.

Oh, no, Jin says, We wouldnt want to put you out. When your dads off work next week and
Im finished volunteering at the hospital, well take him ourselves-

Ill take him! Ill take him! Jimin tells his mom. Ill just call Yoongi and tell him we can hang
out later tonight.

Thanks, sweetie. Jin ruffles his sons hair. Go get ready and Ill drop you off at the mall on the
way to the hospital.

One down,

One to go. Jin finishes, sighing. Hopefully Tae wont be as hard to convince to take Jungkook
to the mall as Jimin was.

Taehyung?

Taehyung looks up from his manga, sitting up cross-legged and setting the comic in his lap.
Whats up?
How would you feel about taking Jungkook to see Santa this afternoon?

Yeah, sure.

Taehyung, please- Wait did you say yes?

Taehyung nods his head, Yeah.

No arguments? Namjoon suspiciously asks. No whining about spending your Saturday with
your little brother?

Uh, no? Taehyung shrugs helplessly at his dads piercing gaze. Am I not supposed to want to
take him?

Never mind. Jin quickly says with a smile. Thanks, Tae. Get ready and well leave in a bit.

In all honesty, this is Taehyungs fault-

This is not my fault!

Jimin gives Taehyung an unimpressed look, Oh, I suppose this is my fault? Im not the one who
yelled at that kid-

He butt in front of Kookie! Damn right I was gonna give him a piece of my mind!

He was, like, four!

So he should know his manners by now!

Jimin rolls his eyes, And if he doesnt, what? Youre gonna scream them at him? Is that it?

Whatever. Taehyung mutters, lowering his eyes to the ground. If you hadnt let Kookie bite
Santa-

I didnt let Kookie bite Santa-

You didnt stop it from happening.

Neither did you!

Uh, I was a little busy yelling at a four year old. Taehyung points out. You were supposed to
be watching Kookie.

I was! I watched him bite Santa!

And you didnt even try to do anything to stop him!

Santa shouldnt have tried to pinch his cheek. Hes supposed to be good with kids! Jimin retorts.
This is all his fault!

After a few minutes where neither talks, Taehyung sighs heavily and lets his head fall back against
the wall behind them. Moms gonna kill us.

Dads gonna help him.

Taehyung looks around the security office theyre in. You think we can take the guard? he
whispers, gesturing to a slumbering man sitting behind a desk. Ill go for the eyes, you-

No.

We can totally take him-

No.

Taehyung pouts, Youre no fun.

You know, the hospitals looking to hire some new doctors.

Jin grins at the nurse in front of him, Subtle.

She laughs, Im just saying

I dont think I could stand to leave Jungkook at some daycare center all day. Jin admits. Plus,
who would look after everything in the house?

Your husband?

Jin barks out a laugh, If I wanted the house to burn down, then, yes, Namjoon would be the
logical choice.

Listen, she says, maybe not anytime soon, but think about this, okay? Youre so good with the
patients and you know everything there is to know. Maybe youd need to brush up on your
medical journals, but-

I appreciate your vote of confidence in me, but, Jin sighs, shrugging a shoulder, for right now,
my familys more important to me than a paycheck.

But youd be making a difference in peoples lives.

I already do that with my own family. Jin points out.

Dont you think its a little selfish of you to not use your skills to help people out?

Jins taken aback by the womans question and he frowns in thought. Is he being selfish? He loves
helping people, sure; thats one of the main reasons he went to medical school in the first place,
but raising his family is so much more important to him than being a doctor. Is that such a bad
thing?

Is it wrong of him to want to take care of his own family first and foremost- to be a pillar of
strength and stability for his sons in an ever changing world?

Jin never really thought that he was being selfish, but now
Maybe hes been selfish for far too long.

Besides, dont you miss working? Contributing just as much as your husband does?

Jin misses saving lives, but the long, grueling hours? Not so much. He misses meeting new people
and connecting with his patients, but he doesnt miss random bodily fluids covering his scrubs at
all hours of the day. And he definitely doesnt miss cafeteria food.

Do you think your husband ever wants to switch places with you?

Jin immediately shakes his head at her question, but he doesnt actually know how Namjoon
feels about this. Hed always just assumed Namjoon had been happy with their roles. Maybe hes
been wrong all these years, though.

Maybe Namjoon wants a chance to spend time at home with the kids and Jins just been too self-
involved in his own desires to see it

Namjoons in the middle of debating whether or not he wants to blow his brains out or attempt to
fix the sound mixing in one of Koreas up and coming artists newest single.

Honestly, hes closer to shooting himself in favor of not having to slog through a four minute
track thats obnoxiously loud, repetitive and sounds more like an amateurs mixtape than an actual
singers whos signed to an actual label.

The talent of some people nowadays is debateable, Namjoon muses as he starts the track up
again and resists the urge to rub at his temples.

When his phone rings, Namjoons shocked to realize that his ringtone is more melodic than this
particular track. What a mess Hes going to be here all night at this rate.

He unlocks his phone, doesnt recognize the number and debates whether or not he even wants to
answer it- then realizes that if he doesnt, hes going to have to listen to the song for the millionth
time, and no thank you.

Hello?

Am I speaking to Kim Namjoon?

Yes, and you are?

Mr. Kim, this is the security office at I Park Mall. We have Jimin and Taehyung in custody-

Of course you do. Namjoon groans. What have they done?

Id rather discuss the particulars of what theyve done in person. Are you able to come down
and collect your children? We tried contacting your wife-

Wrong. Namjoon immediately corrects. You tried contacting my husband.

Im sorry. Your children called your husband their mother, so I assumed-

Wrongly. Namjoon says as he stands and gathers his coat and scarf. You assumed wrongly. Ill
be there as soon as I can.

Namjoon arrives at the mall and is reminded why he hates shopping during the holidays when
hes shoved out of the way by no less than ten people in the span of five minutes. He manoeuvres
his way through the throng of people everywhere and makes it to the malls security office in one
piece. He goes inside, spotting Jimin and Taehyung sitting on some chairs off to the side of the
room, but no Jungkook.

Namjoon strides up to the man sitting behind the desk, Wheres my youngest son?

Mr. Kim I presume?

Yes. Wheres my son?

Hes being looked after at the daycare center on the second floor-

Namjoon holds his hand up to stop the mans speaking, No, see, what I want to hear is that hes
on his way back to this very room.

Mr. Kim, theres no need to panic, your son is in capable hands-

Namjoon narrows his eyes and leans down, placing his hands on either side of the mans desk.
No. Hes not. Because hes not in my hands. So let me spell this out carefully for you: get my son
back in here within the next sixty seconds or I will become very unpleasant to deal with. Do you
understand me?

Yes, sir.

Namjoon nods in satisfaction when the man goes on his radio and calls for Jungkook to be
brought back. Namjoon looks at his watch and literally counts how long it takes Jungkook to be
brought to him.

56 seconds.

Youre lucky. Namjoon tells the man, taking his son from the other security officer. Kookie,
are you okay?

Jungkook smiles brightly, Saw Santa, Daddy!

You did? Namjoon gasps, hugging Jungkook to his chest. Thats great! Did you tell him what
you wanted for Christmas?

I bited him.

Namjoons about to reply until Jungkooks words actually sink in. He finally looks over at Jimin
and Taehyung, Kookie bit Santa?

Um, yeah. Jimin shrugs at his dads bemused expression. It just kinda happened.

Mr. Kim,
Mr. Kim,

Namjoons attention snaps back to the security officer in front of him. Right. What did my
children do to wind up in here? Besides biting Santa.

Your son-

Taehyung guiltily raises his hand and waves at his dad.

Got into a heated argument with a child-

You were arguing with a kid? Namjoon asks his son with a raised eyebrow. Really,
Taehyung? Youre almost seventeen.

He cut in front of Kookie! Taehyung defends himself. We were waiting in line for, like, an
hour and this kid butt right in front of us!

And your other son-

Jimin cautiously smiles at his dad.

Caused quite the scene by starting a shouting match with Santa Claus. We had to escort them out
of the lineup and brought them down here.

You yelled at Santa? Namjoon slowly asks Jimin, running a hand through his hair. Are you
insane?

Jimin huffs, No. He was getting mad at Kookie for biting him. So I got mad at him.

Right.

Jmin called Santa a bad word!

At Jungkooks words, Namjoon narrows his eyes at his son. Honestly, Jimin. With Jungkook
right there?

I know, I know, Jimin says. But that jerk called Kookie a brat!

Jungkook looks up at his dad and sadly nods his head, Santa doesnt like Kookie.

Namjoon presses a kiss to the top of his sons head, Santa loves you, Kookie.

Didnt really seem like it. Taehyung mutters to Jimin.

Namjoon ignores Taehyungs comment and turns his attention back to the security guard. Are
they free to go? They didnt really do anything, after all.

Were letting them off with a warning this time. The man says, In the future, wed appreciate it
if you could make sure your children are better behaved.

Namjoon doesnt bother replying, opting to drag Jimin and Taehyung out of there. They weave
their way through the mall and are dangerously close to the exit when Taehyung abruptly stops,
causing Namjoon to slam into his back and nearly jostling Jimin off his feet.
Dad, look!

Namjoon looks at where Taehyungs pointing and sees a small stage with a large crowd around it.
He chuckles when he recognizes his own song being played and a man onstage rapping to it.

Thats embarrassing. Jimin mumbles, and Namjoon rolls his eyes; everythings embarrassing to
his son.

Namjoon cringes when the song finishes and the man onstage points at him, No way! Is that- It
is! Ladies and gentlemen, that right there is Rap Monster!

Namjoon doesnt even realize hes being ushered onto the stage until its too late to do anything
about it.

We all wanna hear Rap Monster, right? the man shouts into his microphone, eliciting a
deafening cheer from the crowd. Youre cool with this, right? he whispers to Namjoon with a
grin. You want me to hold your baby?

Namjoon shakes his head, spotting Jimin and Taehyung in the crowd and beckoning them
forwards, handing off Jungkook to them.

Lets do this, Namjoon says into the mic, grinning when his song begins playing once more.

Jimin finds it almost surreal how crazy these people are going for his dad. Theyre acting like hes
the god of rap or something. Its amazing how many girls are staring at his dad in adoration and
how many guys are nodding their heads along to his lyrics like they get it on a level that Jimin just
doesnt.

His dads songs are great- of course they are, but Jimins never been able to associate Rap
Monster and cool in the same sentence like everyone else can because to him Rap Monster and his
dad are the same person. When he thinks of Rap Monster, he thinks of his dad- dorky, clumsy,
always trying to make their mom smile, and embarrassing him and Taehyung at every available
opportunity.

When the world thinks of Rap Monster, Jimin figures that they imagine somebody whos cool- a
man who writes inspiring lyrics and someone who managed to motivate countless people to start
rapping. They definitely dont see Rap Monster as Jimin does- someone who spends countless
hours building a perfect replica of Olaf outside in their backyard after the seasons first snowfall
just to see his toddler smile and laugh.

Despite not being able to see his dad as the rest of the world does, Jimin thinks that his version of
Rap Monster is better than everyone elses.

Grounded.

But-

Jin raises an eyebrow at Jimin and Taehyungs simultaneous outbursts. Are you sure you want to
argue with me on this?
Jimin meekly shakes his head at the look on his moms face, Taehyung copying the motion a
second later.

One week. No video games, no TV, no hanging out with Yoongi or Hoseok, and no internet.

Taehyung gapes at his mom, Mom-

That seems a little harsh, Jin, Namjoon lightly comments. Hes not one to interject when Jins
doling out punishments in their household, but this it seems a little extreme for something so
trivial.

Jimin, Taehyung, go to your rooms. Jin tells them, narrowing his eyes when they dont move.
Now.

Namjoon watches the two scamper from the room and he turns to stare at his husband. Did you
have a bad day today?

My day was fine.

Namjoon nods, That means yes.

Jin rolls his eyes and retreats into the den. That means my day was fine, just like I said.

Youre in a bad mood and youre taking it out on Jimin and Tae. Namjoon comments, watching
Jin listlessly flip through book after book- clearly not looking for a particular book but just trying
to keep his hands busy. What happened at the hospital?

Namjoon, stop trying to be my therapist-

Im trying to understand whats happened. Namjoon corrects. Because, as your husband, I feel
that I have a right to know whats making you so upset that you take it out on our kids.

Jin pauses and shuts the book in his hands, setting it on the end table. He takes a deep breath. Do
you resent me, Namjoon?

Namjoon blinks in shock at the question, frowning. He takes a step towards Jin and spins him
around so he can see his face. What a ridiculous thing to ask. What on earth could I possibly
resent you for?

For quitting my job and staying at home all these years. Jin quietly admits, eyes trained on
Namjoons. For being selfish and putting my own wants above everyone elses.

Namjoon doesnt know where these insane thoughts are coming from, but theyre decidedly
unwelcome.

Jin continues speaking, Youre always working and Im just at home-

Looking after our children. Namjoon interrupts with a shake of his head. You didnt quit your
job to just stay home. Youve done something I could never dream of doing- raising our children
flawlessly and looking after everyones needs before your own. Why would you think youve
been selfish?
Jin looks away from Namjoon and plays with the hem of his shirt. I- There was this woman at
the hospital today. She made some comments about me staying at home with the boys. That
making you work all the time wasnt fair-

Namjoon places a finger against Jins lips, Shh. Dont believe for one second that any of that is
true. You are under no obligation to work again unless you want to. And I do work all the time,
but I like working for the most part. Sure, sometimes Id like to spend more time with you and
the kids, but what I do is such a large part of my life I couldnt imagine ever giving it up.
Staying at home with the kids would probably drive me insane- no offense to the boys.

Jin chuckles weakly.

The fact that youve looked after Jimin and Taehyung their whole lives; that youre doing it again
with Jungkook- It blows my mind, Jin. Anyone can get a job, but successfully raising three kids?
Thats something astounding.

I-

Dont ever think I could resent you. Namjoon tells him, cupping his face and pressing a gentle
kiss to his lips, lingering a moment longer than necessary. I love you so damn much, you have no
idea.

Jin smiles and places his head on Namjoons shoulder, Thank you, Namjoon.

Dont let people like that woman put doubts in your mind. Youre amazing.

You are, too, you know that, right?

Namjoon grins, Yeah, I heard that a lot today after my impromptu concert.

Wait your what? Concert?

Namjoon laughs, Ill tell you about it after you go apologize to Jimin and Taehyung.

Jin acquiesces, leaving the room and heading upstairs, knocking on Taehyungs door first.
Taehyung? he calls out, opening the door and finding his son sitting on his bed, staring out the
window. Jin takes a seat next to him and sighs, Tae, Im sorry I got mad at you and Jimin
earlier.

Taehyung slowly turns to look at his mom, brow furrowed. You are?

Jin nods his head, I was having a bad day and I took it out on you two. Im sorry.

Thats okay. Taehyung says, confusion still written on his face. Does this mean Im not
grounded anymore?

Jin chuckles, ruffling his sons hair. How about youll just be grounded for tomorrow?

Taehyung grins widely, Deal!

Good. Jin says, leaving Taehyungs room to go have the exact same conversation with Jimin.
Admitting his wrongdoings to his children is not his favorite thing to do, but punishing his
children for his own foul mood is unacceptable.
*

Mommy!

Jin burrows further into the covers.

Daddy!

Namjoon grunts in response, still asleep.

No more sleep! Mommy!

Jin blearily opens his eyes, spotting Jungkooks face looming over him, Jimin and Taehyung
standing at the foot of the bed. What- Jin yawns, What time is it?

Five.

Jin squints at his sons, his vision still blurry with sleep. Why are you up?

Christmas, Mommy! Santa!

What he said, Taehyung grins, pointing at Jungkook.

Plus, Jungkook woke us up, like, half an hour ago. He was singing Let It Go at the top of his
lungs. Jimin adds. I think he wants to open his presents.

Presents! Jungkook repeats, bouncing on the bed and onto his dads stomach, rousing Namjoon
from sleep.

Why am I awake when the suns not even out yet? Namjoon mumbles, slipping his glasses on
and placing Jungkook between him and Jin. How about another few hours of sleep and then we
open presents?

No more sleep! Jungkook insists, grabbing onto his dads hand and trying to pull him out of
bed.

Alright, alright, Jin says, slowly getting out of bed. Lets get some breakfast in everyone and
then well open presents, okay?

Jungkook excitedly hops up and down, standing on the bed and wobbling on the unsteady
surface. Daddy, up!

Im getting up, Namjoon grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. Jimin, can you make your
mom and I some coffee?

Jimin grins, nodding as he leaves the room, dragging Taehyung and Jungkook with him. Meet
you downstairs! he calls over his shoulder.

Namjoon tiredly flops back down onto the bed, Kill me.

Jin laughs, Up you get, he says, going over to Namjoons side of the bed and grabbing his
husbands hand, yanking him up. Get ready for a long day.
Namjoon stumbles out of bed, Need coffee.

Jiminll have it ready in a few minutes, Jin assures his husband with a pat on his arm. Splash
some water on your face and wake up a bit, Joonie.

Namjoon staggers into the bathroom, tripping over his own feet with all the elegance of a drunken
ballerina. Coffee.

Soon, Jin continues to promise him and Namjoon drowsily nods his head, splashing cool water
onto his face, hoping it wakes him up but, really, all it does is cause water droplets to soak into his
t-shirt, making him wet and uncomfortable. Jin?

Jin pokes his head into the bathroom, glasses on his face and hair mussed from sleep, but his eyes
bright and awake and thats really not fair, Namjoon groggily thinks. You okay?

Namjoon shakes his head, Im dying.

Youre not dying, Jin tells him with a laugh. Come on, lets head downstairs and have some
coffee.

Too tired to move.

Im not carrying you,

Namjoon rests his head against the mirror above the bathroom sink and lets his breath fog up the
surface. Im gonna spend Christmas like this.

Jin grins and grabs onto Namjoons arm, dragging his husband out of the room and downstairs.
Lets get some caffeine in you.

Dad looks like a zombie. Taehyung comments when his parents enter the kitchen. He sets
Jungkooks breakfast in front of his brother and laughs when his dad gulps down the cup of coffee
Jimin hands him. Is he even coherent right now?

Barely. Jin says. You know your dad doesnt do mornings, Tae.

Hes usually not this bad, though. Jimin points out, buttering some toast and handing it to
Taehyung. Jams on the table if you want it, Tae.

More. Namjoon mutters, handing his cup back to Jin.

Jin chuckles and refills the cup, handing it back to Namjoon, You awake yet?

No.

Jimin laughs and hands his mom a plate with some toast on it. Should we put some cartoons on
for Jungkook? Keep him busy while Dads becoming human again?

Thats Jin briefly glances at Namjoon, not a bad idea.

*
Christmas, much to Jin and Namjoons surprise, goes off without a hitch.

Mostly.

One tantrum from Jungkook, one instance of Jimin and Taehyung arguing over something so
inconsequential that Jin doesnt even remember what it was about, and one occurrence of
Namjoon tripping over the gifts under the tree (only breaking two ornaments and a coffee cup-
which, surprisingly, is less than what he broke last year).

You didnt need to get me anything,

Yoongi rolls his eyes and shoves Jimins present into his hands.

Did you wrap this yourself? Jimin asks with a barely restrained giggle, eyeing the clumsily
wrapped gift with way too much tape.

Just open it already, you brat. Yoongi grouses good-naturedly.

Jimin reaches into his bag and pulls Yoongis own present out of it, Open mine first.

Yoongi nods and begins ripping the paper off his present, hands going limp at the piece of
material thats revealed to him, You

Jimin smiles brightly at him, practically bouncing in delight on Yoongis bed. Do you like it?

Yoongi reverently traces his fingers over the autograph scribbled onto the back of the basketball
jersey and shakes his head in bewilderment, How did you-

I was just gonna get you his jersey, but then my dad was going to this charity event that Seo
Janghoon was gonna be at, too, so I thought you might like his autograph on it-

Yoongi launches himself at his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around him while still clutching the
jersey in his other hand. I cant- Youre- Holy shit, youre-

The best boyfriend ever?

Without a doubt. Yoongi nods, grabbing onto the back of Jimins neck and fusing their lips
together for a moment. I love you.

Jimin grins, eyes widening a moment later and hastily reaching into his bag and producing another
gift, Almost forgot about this.

You didnt have to get me anything more, babe.

This is just a small, cute present,

Yoongi smirks, Is it you?

Jimin laughs, No, its cuter than me.

Nothings cuter than you.

 Youll disagree when you see this. Jimin promises.

Yoongi takes the offered gift bag and opens it, immediately laughing when he sees whats inside.
He reaches in and grabs the Kumamon plush, hugging it to his chest. I love this.

I knew you would. Jimin smiles. See, cuter than me.

Yoongi shakes his head, I stand by my previous statement. This is fucking adorable, but you
Youre something else, Sunshine. Yoongi sets his stuffed animal down between the two of them
and pushes Jimins own present into his hands. Your turn.

Jimin excitedly takes the gift and carefully unwraps it, frowning at the jar? He studies it more
closely and sees a ridiculous amount of bits of paper shoved inside. What-

Its a memory jar. Ive been keeping track of all the funny things weve said, and our dates, and
then I wrote down the things I love about you. Yoongi tells him, fidgeting with the Kumamon
plush. I mean, I dont know, I thought- I thought that it might be nice for you to have something
where you can just kinda reach in there and read about how much I love you if youre feeling
down or when you just wanna smile.

Jimin stares at the jar filled to the brim with paper in awe, I was expecting you to get me, like, a
gift card or something, but this is so much better than I couldve ever imagined.

Im glad you like it.

Love it. Jimin corrects him, falling back onto Yoongis bed. You look a little tired,

Just from work, Yoongi waves Jimins concern off. Nothing new there.

You wanna take a nap? Jimin asks, already arranging himself into a more comfortable position.

Yoongi settles himself beside Jimin, Now thats an offer Im not gonna refuse.

Jimin blindly reaches for the covers and pulls them over their bodies. Grab Kumamon; I wanna
snuggle him, too.

I dont know how I feel about sharing you with him.

Jimin rests his head on Yoongis chest, Thats just a sacrifice youre gonna have to make.

Chapter End Notes

Next update will absolutely be VHope centric- I promise :D

[And I'll definitely include some Jungkook POV ^_^]

Anyways, I hope everyone's holidays are going amazingly! Stay happy, healthy, and
BTS obsessed in the new year, lovelies <3
 stargazing for two
Chapter Notes

sorry for the long wait, guys! <3

this is the second time i wrote this chapter. my computer deleted the first version of
this a few weeks ago because me + technology = disastrous results.

anyway, hope you guys like it :D

See the end of the chapter for more notes

So, Namjoon casually says as he plants himself next to Taehyung on the couch, good birthday,
kiddo?

Taehyung smiles at his dad, It was awesome, yeah.

Good. Namjoon looks on as Jungkook quietly plays on the floor of the living room, beckoning
Taehyung over a moment later. Anything you wanted that you didnt get?

Taehyung settles himself beside Jungkook and grabs the toy train that his brother hands him,
making a choo choo sound that Jungkook immediately copies. I couldve done without Jimin
dropping my cake on the floor, Taehyung admits with a laugh. But its cool. I made him
promise to make me another one.

Namjoon internally breathes a sigh of relief that Taehyung is more amused than upset over his
birthday cake being ruined. Im sure your momll help him out on that.

I hope so. Taehyung absently says as his phone vibrates inside his pocket. He digs it out and
checks his messages, face lighting up as he reads his newest text. Is it okay if Hoseok comes
over, Dad? He wants to give me my birthday present.

I dont see why it wouldnt be.

Cool, okay, Taehyung texts his boyfriend back and sets his phone on the carpet once it goes
through. He races Jungkooks own toy train around the living room, holding back at the finish line
so his brother can win the race.

I won! I beat you, TaeTae! Daddy! Jungkook hops up and down in front of his dad, tugging on
the mans pant leg to get his attention, Daddy, I won!

Namjoon gasps and scoops Jungkook up onto the couch, You did? Im so proud of you, Kookie!
Good job!

Im the fastest train! Jungkook boasts, shrieking in delight when his dad lifts his shirt and blows
a raspberry on his stomach, No! Daddy! Stop!

Namjoon obliges his son, letting him go, only to have Jungkook lifts his shirt once more, Dont
actually stop! Do it again!
Namjoon laughs and blows another raspberry against the boys stomach, playing along when
Jungkook tells him to stop and runs away. Im gonna get you, Kookie!

Im too fast!

Taehyung giggles as he watches his dad chase after his little brother, both of them running out of
the living room. He grabs his phone, content to play on it until Hoseok arrives.

Whatd you get me? Taehyung excitedly asks as Hoseok enters the house. Show me, come
on!

Hoseok laughs and presses a kiss to Taehyungs lips in greeting. As much as I love kissing you, I
hope that wasnt my present. Taehyung bluntly tells his boyfriend. Because thatd be kinda
lame.

What a greedy kid Hoseok mutters good-naturedly. Lets hang out a bit before I give you
your present, okay?

Taehyung sighs dramatically, Okay. What do you wanna do?

Its your birthday, Hoseok shrugs a shoulder. We should do something you like.

I like opening presents. Taehyung not-so-innocently tells him. Just sayin.

Hoseok snorts. What about stargazing?

Its snowing. Taehyung says, pointing out the window where large snowflakes are drifting to
the ground. And its cold.

So?

So its not exactly stargazing weather. Taehyung tells him with a laugh. We could watch
Netflix-

Hoseok shakes his head, Nah, lets look at the stars together. Get your coat. And the telescope.

Taehyung doesnt bother arguing anymore and tells Hoseok hell meet him in the backyard,
darting into the garage to pull out his telescope and then quickly bundling up, grabbing an extra
hat for Hoseok. He exits the house and goes about setting his telescope on the deck, blowing
specks of dust out of the eyepiece. He glances at Hoseok and steps towards him, gently arranging
the extra hat on his head, There. Dont want you getting sick again.

Youre cute. Hoseok tells him with a smile. Lets look at some stars, yeah?

Taehyung spends the next twenty minutes showing Hoseok various constellations, answering the
older boys questions about this and that, and finally decides that while its great to look at stars
with his boyfriend- romantic even- his fingers are about to fall off from the cold and hanging out
inside sounds really nice right about now.

Wait- Hoseok stops Taehyung from going inside, grabbing onto his arm and tugging him back
towards the telescope. I wanna look at one more thing. Can you go to these coordinates?

Taehyung takes the scribbled-on note from Hoseok and arranges the telescope at the exact
coordinates, frowning when all he sees are more stars.

Nothing spectacular. Just stars.

The same kind theyve been staring at this entire time.

Do you see it?

See what? Taehyung questions, squinting into the eyepiece. I see stars.

There should be, like, a cluster of them. Do you see the cluster?

Taehyung nods his head, spotting what Hoseoks talking about, but still not knowing why hes
looking at this particular cluster of stars.

Okay, do you see a few stars off to the side of the cluster?

Um yeah. I see them.

The one- Um, the one on the far right is Its yours.

Taehyung slowly turns to look at his boyfriend, Its mine?

Hoseok brightly grins at him, pointing up at the sky, I bought you a star for your birthday!

You- Taehyung smiles widely, You bought me a star? Like an actual, real, honest-to-god star
thats in space?

Yeah. Hoseok slings an arm around Taehyungs shoulders and pulls him closer, I named it V.

Taehyung looks up at the sky in wonder.

Ive got the certificate with all the details and stuff on it back at home; I was gonna frame it for
you. Hoseok continues, But I havent gotten around to it yet.

Taehyung stares at his star and frowns in thought, We need to buy the one beside it, too.

Because ones not enough? Hoseok jokes, tsking, Greedy.

Because you should be up there, too. Taehyung says as he points upwards, Right beside me.
Otherwise Ill be lonely.

Hoseok blushes and ducks his head.

We can name it J-Hope, Taehyung excitedly says, bending down to look in the telescopes
eyepiece once more. This is so awesome!

I had a feeling youd like it. Hoseok lightly pushes Taehyung out of the way so he can take a
look himself. Its beautiful. Like you.
That was so corny.

Hoseok rolls his eyes, Hey! Im trying to be romantic here!

Taehyung chuckles and playfully nudges his shoulder against Hoseoks, Total fail.

Its the first day back from winter break and Hoseoks already been texted by nearly everyone he
knows; been given at least ten flyers in between classes; and been told by so many random people
in the halls today that itd be impossible for him to not know about the party happening on
Saturday night.

He enters the cafeteria with his lunch and finds Yoongi sitting at their usual table, Jimin and
Taehyung nowhere to be seen. You gonna go? Hoseok asks, gesturing to the flyer in Yoongis
hands as he sits down across from him.

Yoongi crumples the paper in his hands and tosses it into the nearest garbage bin.

Well, Hoseok thinks, that answers that question.

Dont tell me youre going- Yoongi nearly groans at Hoseoks nod. Why would you waste
your Saturday night at a party thats gonna suck-

You dont know its gonna suck-

All parties suck. Yoongi interrupts. Its just a bunch of assholes getting drunk and dancing to
shitty music.

I mean, Hoseok shrugs, youre not wrong, but Im gonna see if Tae wants to go-

Please dont.

Why?

Yoongi sighs, Because if you ask Taehyung to go with you, then Jiminll wanna go, and that
means Im gonna have to go.

You do realize that Jimin can go places by himself, right? Like, without you. Youre not his
babysitter, youre his boyfriend.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at Hoseoks statement, Firstly, yeah, Im aware of that fact; secondly, I
dont trust the dickheads that we go to school with to keep their hands to themselves sober, let
alone drunk; and thirdly, fuck you for even implying that Im his goddamn babysitter. So what;
Im protective when it comes to my boyfriend- sue me.

Hoseok holds his hands up in surrender, chuckling. Alright, man, calm down. He lifts a
spoonful of soup to his lips and grins at Yoongi, But Im still gonna ask Tae to go with me.

Yoongi lets his head fall to the table and grunts into the surface of it. I hate you.

Itll be fun! Hoseok assures him. I promise!

*

Theyre our parents, they love us, they want us to create meaningful memories in high school-

Taehyung reaches over and knocks the top of Jimins head with his fist. Im almost like 100%
sure that Mom and Dad dont want us to create meaningful memories at a party where theres
gonna be drinking and stuff.

Jimin ignores his brother and continues rambling.

Taehyung sighs and lies back on Jimins bed, closing his eyes as he listens to Jimin mutter
possible ways to ask their parents if they can go to the party (of the century) on Saturday night.
We should just be upfront with them-

No.

Seriously, Taehyung persists, sitting up and grabbing the flyer for the party thats on Jimins
bedside table. He smoothes out the wrinkles in the paper and stares at it. Look, were not gonna
drink, well come home at a reasonable hour, and Yoongi and Hoseokll be there with us. Whats
the worst that could happen?

Jins just about to sit down to watch a movie with Namjoon when he hears his phone go off. He
grabs the remote and pauses the opening credits, shooting his husband an apologetic look. Ill be
right back.

If youre not back in five minutes, Im eating your popcorn. Namjoon threatens, his hand
already inching towards the bowl.

Do it and youll be sleeping on this very couch tonight, Namjoonie. Jin sweetly tells him,
laughing at how quickly the other man pulls his hand back.

Jin enters the kitchen and grabs his phone, flipping it open and reading his newest text:

From: Taehyungie
January 8, 20:12

FAMILY METTING! BRING DAD!

Jin raises an eyebrow at Taehyungs grammar, which leaves much to be desired, and goes back
into the living room. Taehyungs calling a family metting.

Namjoon slowly turns his head to look at Jin, And what exactly is a metting?

Im assuming he meant meeting. Jin guesses, opening his phone once more when he receives
another message.

From: Taehyungie
January 8, 20:13

*MEETING!
Jin shows Namjoon the screen of his phone. Meeting. I was right.

Namjoon looks longingly at the TV, slowly standing up and snatching a handful of Jins popcorn
while his husbands still preoccupied with his phone.

From: Taehyungie
January 8, 20:13

IN JIMINS ROOM! :DDDDDDDD

Come on, Jin says, leading the way upstairs. Theyre in Jiminies room.

From: Taehyungie
January 8, 20:13

BRING SNACKS PLZZZ!!!!!!!

And bring the popcorn. Jin adds, rolling his eyes in amusement when Namjoon says yes, only
to have bits of popcorn fly out of his mouth. Subtle, Namjoon.

Namjoon descends the stairs once more and grabs the bowl of popcorn. It seems a little unfair
that the boys get to eat the popcorn you made, but I dont. he says as he raps his knuckles against
Jimins closed door.

Jin grins at him, You know I was gonna share it with you.

Namjoon merely raises an eyebrow at him.

I mean, Jin chuckles, eventually.

Popcorn, awesome! Jimin says as he opens the door and immediately relieves his dad of the
bowl in his hands.

Jin and Namjoon enter the room, only slightly suspicious of their sons motives for calling a family
meeting. So Namjoon starts. Whats up?

Jimin hands the bowl off to Taehyung, who happily begins munching on it, before beginning to
pace in front of his parents. Okay, so. Its like this. Uh We- Tae and I. We-

We wanna go to a party. Taehyung says around a mouthful of popcorn, shoveling another

handful inside his mouth.

What he said. Jimin agrees, exhaling and flopping down on his bed.

Jin shares a concerned look with Namjoon. What kind of party?

Um, you know. Jimin shrugs. Just, like, a normal, run-of-the-mill party.

Its a house party. Taehyung supplies while Jimin continuously fails at speaking. You know,
loud music, drinking, dancing, all that stuff parents warn their kids about.

Namjoon purses his lips and Jin runs a hand through his hair.
Were not gonna drink, Jimin hastily assures his mom and dad. Seriously, not even a drop. We
just wanna go and hang out and-

See what a real partys like. Taehyung interrupts with a beaming smile. Well dance, hang out
with Hoseok and Yoongi, and come home.

Jimin watches as his mom stares at his dad, then his dad stares at his mom, and Jimins pretty sure
theyre able to communicate with just their eyes and the teensiest facial expression. Its scary. And
super inconvenient because Jimin has no clue what theyre thinking.

Jin finally sighs and nods his head. You can go, but therell be conditions.

No drinking. Namjoon tells them, Do not take anything someone offers you. Stay away from
brownies and cookies- Just stay away from baked goods.

Jimin bites his cheek to stop himself from laughing. Are you worried were gonna eat a pot
brownie?

Namjoon narrows his eyes, How do you even know about those?

Because its 2016 and Im not an idiot. Jimin quickly responds. Seriously, Dad, were not
stupid. Were not gonna do any drugs-

No smoking. Namjoon continues, ignoring Jimins eyeroll, No having unprotected sex-

Oh, my god! Taehyung covers his face with his hands in embarrassment. Mom! Dont let him
talk about sex!

Jin regards his husband, Namjoon, youre scarring our children. Pretend you have no knowledge
of sex at all, okay, sweetie?

Namjoon scowls, Im serious. I know what goes on at parties-

I dont know what kind of weird orgy, drug-taking parties you went to when you were my age,
but this is just a house party, Dad. Jimin points out. Theyre gonna be handing out chips and
beer, not cocaine and condoms.

Taehyung moans into his hands, Why are we still talking about this? Can we please not talk
about this anymore?

And youll be home by ten. Namjoon finishes with a firm nod of his head.

Taehyung looks between the cracks of his fingers, Dad, the party doesnt even start until ten.

Namjoon feigns innocence, I dont see the problem. You pop in, say hello, and come back home-

Namjoonie, Jin pats his arm. Be back home by two, boys.

One. Namjoon corrects his husband.

Two. Jin repeats, slapping his hand over Namjoons mouth when he goes to speak again. Just
be safe, okay? Use your better judgement; look out for each other; and if you need to, dont be
afraid to call us to come pick you up. Deal?

Deal.

Whatre you doing, TaeTae?

Taehyung looks at his door and sees Jungkook slowly making his way into his bedroom while
dragging his stuffed rabbit behind him. Getting ready.

Why? Jungkook manoeuvres himself onto Taehyungs bed and watches his brother rifle
through his closet.

Because tonight, Taehyung tells him, Im going to a party.

A party? Jungkooks eyes widen and he kneels on the beds edge to get closer to Taehyung. I-
I wanna go!

Taehyung turns to look at Jungkook and winces, Sorry, Kookie. Its not a party for little kids-

Not little! Jungkook argues as he stands on the bed. He gestures to his body, Im tall!

Taehyung grins, helping Jungkook carefully sit back down on the bed. Youre tall, sure. he
hesitantly agrees, knowing if he doesnt Jungkook might have a tantrum and thats probably the
last thing he wants at the moment. But if you come with me to the party, whos gonna play with
your toys? Theyll be lonely without you, Kookie.

Jungkook bites at his lip in thought, glancing down at the toy in his hands. Bunny cant go?

Taehyung shakes his head, retreating back to his closet to find a shirt. Sorry, no bunnies
allowed.

Jungkook slides off the bed and stands next to his brother, poking him in the leg. When Taehyung
looks down at him, Jungkook sighs heavily, If Bunny cant go, Im not going.

Taehyung shrugs in apology, I get it, Kookie. Bunny comes first.

Jungkook nods, hugging the stuffed rabbit to his chest. Dont be sad, TaeTae.

Ill try to hold back my tears, Jungkookie. Now why dont you go see what Moms doing? I
think I heard him say he was gonna bake some cookies- Taehyung laughs loudly when
Jungkook runs out of his room at the mere mention of their mom baking cookies. Cutie.

Theres Yoongi. Taehyung gestures across the street where the blonde boy is sitting inside his
car. Shotgun!

Jimin levels Taehyung with an unimpressed look, Did you seriously just call shotgun to sit in the
front seat beside my boyfriend?

Taehyung grins cheekily, sliding into the passenger seat while Jimin climbs in the backseat. You
know the rules of shotgun. Not my fault you were too slow to call it.

I hate you.

Taehyung twists around in his seat, jostling slightly as Yoongi puts the car in gear, and beams at
his brother. No you dont! You loooovvvveeee me!

Jimin tries to stop the grin overtaking his face, but finds that its really hard to stay annoyed at
someone like Taehyung whos such a happy person, and his laugh and smile are stupidly
contagious, and soon Jimin finds himself joking around and not minding at all that hes stuck in
the backseat.

Taehyung bounds out of Yoongis car as soon as the older boy finds a parking spot across the
street from the house the partys being held at. He stares in awe at how many people are milling
around outside the house and he cant even imagine how many more people are actually packed
inside. Taehyung swears he can see the house vibrating from how loud the music is and he
immediately wants to experience everything he can all at once.

He tugs on Jimins arm, squeezing his way past a dozen people all congregated around the front
door, and enters the house, slack jawed at how loud and crowded and just awesome everything is.
Taehyung narrowly avoids being slammed into by two guys who are wrestling over some girl and
he finds himself cheering along with the crowd, getting swept up in the commotion without even
realizing it.

Lets find Hoseok! Jimin shouts into Taehyungs ear, nodding his head over to where Yoongis
already disappearing down the hall.

Taehyung happily follows his brother, head spinning this way and that at everything going on
around him. Theres a handful of guys building a pyramid out of beer cans near the stairwell; girls
are dancing more provocatively than Taehyungs ever seen before; and the smell of sweat and
alcohol are so palpable that Taehyung swears he can taste it on his tongue.

Taehyung lets himself be led into the kitchen and he scans his surroundings, finding no sign of his
boyfriend. Its quieter in here once the door shuts behind them and Taehyung finds the thumping
of the bass almost soothing.

You guys thirsty?

Taehyung eyes the dozens of bottles of alcohol on the counter beside Yoongi and hesitantly takes
a step towards them, only to have them blocked by Yoongis body.

I meant for water. Or, like, soda. Yoongi clarifies, digging through the fridge and producing a
can of grape soda. You want it?

Taehyung grudgingly takes the can of soda, pouting.

Hey, Im not gonna stop you from drinking, Yoongi casually tells him, popping the top on his
can of Coke. I just dont think your parents would be too impressed to smell alcohol on you after
you promised them you wouldnt drink.

I dont think theyre gonna smell one teeny, tiny drink. Jimin muses, grabbing a bottle of
something. Its brown, smells like death, and Jimins excited to see if it tastes as bad as it smells.
He grabs a plastic cup and fills half of it with the strange liquid before Yoongi grabs onto his wrist
to stop him.

You trying to kill yourself, babe? Yoongi pours the rest of his Coke into the cup and mixes it for
his boyfriend. Enjoy.

Jimin sniffs at the concoction, wrinkling his nose in distaste and holds the cup out for Taehyung to
smell, too.

Smells good. Taehyung eventually says with a grimace. Try it.

Jimin holds the cup to his lips and lets the contents slide into mouth. He pulls it back and sets it on
the counter as he coughs, feeling like his throat is on fire.

I wanna try it! Taehyung decides after seeing Jimins reaction. He downs the rest of the drink in
one go and pulls a face as the taste registers on his taste buds. He shakes his head, licking at the
inside of his mouth and hastily drinks some of his grape soda, trying to get the rancid taste out of
his mouth. Gross.

Whyd you drink it all if it was gross? Yoongi questions, patting Jimins back as the younger
boy continues coughing. He grabs a water bottle and holds it out for Jimin to take. Just
remember, if youre gonna drink, dont forget to mix the alcohol with juice or soda, okay? No
drinking straight from the bottle, either.

Taehyung laughs, I dont think Im gonna be drinking anymore tonight. That was probably
enough.

Taehyung is wrong.

So very, very wrong.

He finally finds Hoseok in the living room of the house, in the middle of some kind of impromptu
dance competition and Taehyung muscles his way to the front of the crowd thats circled around
the dancers to cheer his boyfriend on, grinning widely when Hoseok waves at him.

Taehyung watches in fascination as Hoseok does things with his body that look so fluid and easy
but probably took him years to master. He cheers louder than anybody for his boyfriend and when
the other dancer starts dancing, Taehyung rolls his eyes in Hoseoks direction, mouthing words of
encouragement to the older boy.

When Hoseok inevitably wins the dance-off (because, really, was there any doubt he wouldnt?),
Taehyung jogs over to him, wrapping him in a hug. You were so good!

Hoseok smiles brightly at him and wipes the sweat off his brow. He ropes Taehyung into dancing
with him when a new song begins playing and places his hand on the younger boys hips,
swaying them to the beat. I was worried you werent gonna come.

Taehyung snorts, Yoongi drives like an old man.

That explains why youre so late. Hoseok laughs loudly. He looks around them and frowns,
Theyre still here, right?

Taehyung nods his head, loosely looping his arms around Hoseoks neck and threading his fingers
through the older boys hair. I think Jimin was trying to talk Yoongi into dancing with him.

Hoseok takes another look around and grins when he spots a shock of blonde hair. He stealthily
manoeuvres himself and Taehyung closer to where Jimin and Yoongi are well dancing isnt
entirely accurate.

Because Yoongi isnt really moving.

More like shuffling in place while Jimin dances and tries to guide him into the motions. Except its
hard when your dance partner is stiff as a board and refuses to move more than an inch at a time.

You look like youre dead! Hoseok calls out to his friend, laughing at the look of hatred Yoongi
shoots him. Loosen up, man!

Yoongi flashes Hoseok his middle finger and reluctantly places his hands on Jimins hips,
shuffling slightly quicker to the beat of the music. Happy?

Jimin shakes his head in amusement, I can dance with Tae and Hoseok, if you want; I dont
mind.

Yoongi shoots Jimin a grin and kisses his cheek, Ill be over there. he gestures to where a group
of guys who look way older than anyone they go to school with are playing beer pong. Come get
me when you get tired of dancing.

Will do! Jimin flashes Yoongi a thumbs up and integrates himself into Taehyung and Hoseoks
personal spaces, the three dancing together until Taehyung has to stop and get something to drink.
He sees Jimin wander away, too, and he enters the kitchen, going for a bottle of water until
someone offers him a cup of questionable liquids. Theres definitely alcohol in there and
Taehyung isnt really sure he wants to experience drinking again after it tasted so horribly the first
time, but

You want it or not?

Taehyung doesnt wanna seem rude after this guy went to the trouble of making him a drink, so
he slowly takes the offered cup. Whats one more drink? He sniffs at it and finds that it doesnt
really smell like anything other than Sprite.

You gonna drink it or just stare at it?

Taehyung flushes in embarrassment and shoots the guy a hesitant grin, bringing the cup to his lips
and taking a sip, finding the taste not unpleasant. He chugs the rest of the drink and giggles,
resting the empty cup on the counter, only to have another placed in his hands almost immediately
by the boy.

Thanks, Taehyung smiles at him before leaving the kitchen with his drink, weaving his way in
and out of the throng of bodies in the house to get back to Hoseok. He spots Yoongi in the crowd,
sees his brother dancing with a group of boys he vaguely recognizes from Jimins dance class, and
finally finds Hoseok talking with a girl in the dining room.

Hey! Taehyung beams at the two of them, taking a sip of his drink. Hes feeling relaxed,
carefree and right now Taehyung doesnt care about anything other than having a good time. He
grabs onto Hoseoks arm and tugs him back towards the living room. I wanna dance, Hobi.

Hoseok smiles in agreement and Taehyung leads them towards the crowd of dancing people, only
to jerk to a stop a second later. Taehyung frowns in confusion and turns around to see the girl
grabbing onto Hoseoks arm, speaking to him in hushed tones that Taehyung cant hear worth a
damn.

Let it go, Nari, Hoseok tells the girl. Well talk about this later.

Well talk about this now.

Hoseok shoots Taehyung an annoyed look and rolls his eyes, Sorry, Tae, Ive gotta talk about
some stuff for a minute- you dont mind, do you?

Taehyung just shrugs his shoulders and wanders off. It isnt any of his business if Hoseok wants
to hang out with other people; hell just hang out with Jimin or Yoongi.

Taehyung officially cant find Jimin anywhere.

Seriously, either his brothers disappeared or hes just constantly on the move and Taehyung just
happens to keep missing him.

Its annoying. But, whatever, hell just go hang out with Yoongi.

Yoongi, Taehyung realizes, is absolutely no fun at a party.

He doesnt drink-

Yoongi, try this! Taehyung thrusts a can of beer into Yoongis face. Its so good!

No.

Just try it!

Ive gotta drive everyones asses home tonight, Taehyung.

So?

So, Yoongi huffs, Im not planning on killing us all in the process. Get that shit outta my
face.

He doesnt dance-

Lets dance!

I swear to god, if you try and make me dance to a country song Im gonna kill you.

He barely smiles-
Lighten up! Taehyung beams at the blonde boy. You look miserable!

Yeah, turns out when youre the only who isnt drunk at a party, it blows.

Smile! Itll make you feel happier!

Yoongi doesnt even deign that with a response.

And his idea of a good time is sulking in dark corners.

This is weird.

Nobody said you had to follow me over here. Yoongi bluntly tells the younger boy. I feel like
Im babysitting you.

Why are we in a corner?

Again, nobody said you had to follow me.

And, hey, Taehyungs not one to judge, but sulking in dark corners at a party isnt as much fun as
it sounds- Actually, it is about as fun as it sounds. Because it doesnt sound fun at all.

Taehyung quickly gets bored of hanging out with Yoongi and goes to find Hoseok again-
hopefully hes done talking with that girl so they can have fun together. He nearly groans when he
sees Hoseok and the girl still talking and hes about to turn away, resigning himself to spending
the rest of his night with Yoongi (who is literally 80 years old and why Jimin thinks hes fun is
just beyond Taehyung) when he sees the girl running her fingers along Hoseoks upper arm.

Uh

Taehyungs eyes widen when she has the audacity to place her hand on his shoulder and lean in
close to whisper something in his ear. She links her fingers with his own and Taehyungs seen
enough. He downs the rest of his drink and lets the cup fall from his fingers to the floor. Marching
over to the two, Taehyungs momentarily calmed when he notices Hoseok lightly pushing her
away, only to have her bounce right back into his personal space, and no.

No.

Taehyung is not okay with whats happening.

He might not be the jealous type, but hes damn well not comfortable having someone else paw at
his boyfriend. Especially when Hoseok looks about as uncomfortable as one can in this type of
situation.

Hobi? Taehyung places his hand on the older boys shoulder, You okay?

Im good, yeah. Hoseok tells him with a small smile. He looks back and forth between
Taehyung and the girl in front of him. Tae, this is Nari.

We used to date.
Taehyungs eyes widen at the girls words and he wonders if she thinks thats an appropriate thing
to say after having just met. Because its not. It just makes things awkward.

Taehyung doesnt even know how to respond to that, so he just settles for Umm

Yeah, we went out for two years. The girl continues, How long have you two been going
out?

Our relationship is none of your business. Hoseok cuts in before Taehyung has the chance to
reply.

Youve never mentioned him before. Nari says, then turns to stare at Taehyung, Hes never
mentioned you before.

Taehyung doesnt really think that needed repeating.

We never talk. Hoseok scoffs. Why would I tell you about my boyfriend?

We talk all the time.

We really dont. Hoseok maintains, shaking his head.

Taehyung feels almost like hes third-wheeling it right now- Which is so unfair! If anyones being
a third-wheel here its Hoseoks ex-girlfriend, not him!

We talked last weekend!

You texted me to ask about the dance competition! That doesnt count as us talking!

Taehyung slowly backs away from the two; this absolutely isnt his argument to get involved in
and hed rather stay out of it than get dragged in. He gleefully spots his brother in the crowd and
practically tackles him, laughing at the dazed look Jimin gives him. You are so drunk!

Jimin rolls his eyes, stumbling into Taehyungs arms. m not!

You totally are! Taehyung insists with a cackle. Mom and Dad are gonna kill you!

Jimin waves Taehyung concerns away with an unsteady hand. Youre not drunk enough! he
declares, pulling Taehyung to the kitchen. More drinks!

Taehyung watches Jimin fix himself a drink thats probably 97% pure alcohol and grabs it from
his brother with a grin. Taehyung doesnt really think Jimin needs anything more to drink, and he
probably shouldnt have anything else, either, but itd be wasteful to just dump it down the sink

And, honestly, whens the next time hes gonna have the opportunity to drink again? Besides,
Taehyung thinks, all this booze will probably wear off by the time they have to head home, so no
worries.

And if he cant hang out with his boyfriend, hell settle for getting drunk with his brother in a
kitchen that vaguely smells of barbeque chips and vomit.

*
Suga!

Yoongi catches Jimin as he trips into his arms, grunting with the effort to keep them both upright.

You caught me! Jimin looks at Yoongi with adoration in his eyes, Such a good boyfriend.

Yoongi bats away Jimins hand as he pets the top of his head. He hands Jimin his bottle of water
and forces the boy to drink the rest of it, hoping that getting some water into his system will keep
him hydrated.

Gross. What was that? Jimin wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand.

Water. Yoongi tells him, rolling his eyes when Jimin starts laughing for no reason at his answer.
Jesus, babe, how many drinks did you have?

Just- Just, Jimin holds up one finger, giggling, one.

Yoongi shakes his head, I think it was a few more than that.

Nah! Jimin waves Yoongis words off. m not drunk.

You sure about that?

Jimin leans closer to Yoongi, his breath tickling the other boys ear, I might a little drunk. Dont
tell anyone, though!

Oh, trust me, Yoongi mutters under his breath, pulling Jimin upstairs, Im not gonna have to
say anything. Anyone within fifty feet can tell youre plastered.

Jimin lets Yoongi lead them into a bedroom and he flops down onto a bed with coats piled high
on it. Youre so good looking, you know that?

Yeah, thats great, Yoongi replies, looking down at his phone. Youve got an hour to sober up,
Sunshine.

Lets dance, Yoongi-bear! Jimin says, trying (and failing) to get up from the bed on his own.
Since when did his arms and legs turn to jelly?

Yoongi grimaces at the nickname and shakes his head, firmly pushing Jimin back on the bed, but
clearing off the coats to make it more comfortable for his boyfriend. I dont want your parents to
get pissed at you if you show up home drunk. So, lie down and have a nap, okay? Sleep it off.

Jimin props himself up on his elbows (falling back down the first few times he tries to). Im not
tired, though! I wanna dance! And party! He shouts out in excitement and Yoongi rubs at his
temples.

Sleep.

Party!

Jimin, seriously,
Yoongi, seriously. Jimin echoes with a giggle.

I cant believe Im spending my Saturday night like this. Yoongi murmurs under his breath.
Just try closing your eyes. Please?

Jimin falls back onto the bed with a huff and shuts his eyes, opening them a nanosecond later and
shrugging a shoulder, Nothing happened.

Yoongis this close to giving up on trying to sober up his boyfriend, but figures that if Jimin gets
in shit from his parents about coming home drunk, hell probably be grounded and that means that
Yoongi wont be able to spend time with him. And, really, why should Yoongi be punished for
Jimins mistake?

He crawls into the bed beside his boyfriend and wraps an arm around the boys middle, resting his
head on Jimins shoulder. Shut up and try going to sleep.

Im thirsty. Jimin whispers into the darkness of the room.

No youre not.

I wanna dance. Jimin whines, still able to hear the music from downstairs loud and clear.
Dance with me?

Yoongi sighs, I promise Ill dance with you after you sleep for a bit.

Just for a bit though. Jimin clarifies. Because I wanna party more.

Uh huh.

And drink some more.

Oh, absolutely. Over my dead body, Yoongi thinks. Shhh, sleep.

Night, Yoongi-bear!

If theres a god, youll forget that nickname by the time you wake up, Yoongi mutters as begins
raking his fingers through Jimins hair and sighs in relief when he hears his boyfriend nod off a
few moments later.

Hoseok finds Taehyung laying down in the front yard, staring up at the sky, a bottle of vodka
balanced on his chest. He crouches down next to the other boy and gently takes the alcohol away.
Is this where youve been this whole time? Ive been looking for you for like half an hour.

I was getting hot in there. Taehyung slurs his words, gesturing to his jacket thats lying on the
grass. And outside is cool and nice and I wanna live out here forever, Hobi.

Youre looking a little trashed there, Tae. Hoseok laughs, settling himself beside Taehyung. He
watches the other people around them- a few couples making out, someone throwing up in the
bushes, and a group of guys singing horribly to the songs playing inside.

Yep. Taehyung confirms with a giggle, pointing at the bottle, This is good, Hobi. You- You
should have some.

I think youve had enough for the both of us, Hoseok says, but takes a drink of it nevertheless.
He passes the bottle back to Taehyung, You wanna head back inside and dance some more?

Nah, Im busy.

Hoseok smiles uncertainly, Doing what?

Watching us. Taehyung tells him like its the most obvious thing in the world while pointing at
the sky. Arent we cute? Were just up there, doing what stars do, together. Its cute.

Youre cute. Hoseok corrects him, ruffling his hair. He takes another sip out of Taehyungs
bottle and lies down beside the other boy. What exactly do stars do, anyway?

Taehyung shrugs, Star things.

Which are?

Shes still hung up on you, huh?

Hoseok blinks repeatedly at the abrupt subject change. Who? Nari?

Yeah, Taehyung answers, and Hoseok would be more concerned about where this particular
conversations going, except Taehyung looks completely at ease- like hes not even bothered by
the thought of his boyfriends ex-girlfriend still being in love with him.

And that thats why Hoseok loves him so much.

Taehyungs completely secure in who he is. He doesnt try to be anything hes not and its such a
breath of fresh air that Hoseoks sure hell never get tired of being surprised by how genuine
Taehyung is.

Probably.

Taehyung hums in response. I hope she finds someone else. She seemed nice.

She was really rude to you, Tae. I think all that alcohol is affecting your memory. Hoseok
teases, taking the bottle away from his boyfriend. Im cutting you off.

Taehyung giggles, You wouldnt have dated her if she was always mean.

True. Hoseok concedes.

Hobi? Taehyung asks after a lengthy silence passes over the two.

Hmm?

I think

Hoseok prompts him, You think?

Im gonna be sick! Taehyung pulls a face and spins to the side, retching into the grass. He gets
onto his knees and empties the contents of his stomach until theres nothing left. He dry-heaves a
few more times and looks up at Hoseok, I dont feel good.

Lets get you some water. Hoseok stands and carefully helps Taehyung up, mindful to not make
any sudden movements because as much as he loves his boyfriend, he really doesnt wanna wear
his vomit.

Joonie.

Namjoon grunts at the sound of someone calling his name and burrows further into his pillow.

Namjoon.

Namjoon swats the hand thats shaking him awake away with a displeased groan.

Kim Namjoon, its your turn to check on Jungkook and you know it. Get up.

Namjoon huffs in annoyance and sits up in bed, leaning over and fumbling with the various
objects on his nightstand, finally locating his glasses and slipping them on. He slowly gets out of
bed, stumbling towards the door and yawning as he nears Jungkooks room. He can faintly hear
his son crying and he wonders just how the hell Jin heard that so clearly in their own bedroom.

It wouldnt really surprise Namjoon if Jin had superhuman hearing.

Jungkook shuts his eyes and cries, hugging his knees to his chest and shouting for Mommy and
Daddy. Because if Mommy and Daddy are here then the monsters will go away! Jungkook knows
theyre hiding in his room somewhere and he keeps his eyes firmly shut, scared to look around his
room in case he sees them. Why do there have to be monsters in his room? He never hears Jmin
or TaeTae complain about monsters in their rooms! Its not fair!

Jungkook wishes the light was on because the light scares the monsters away, but hes too scared
to get out of bed to turn it on (the monsters might be under his bed and then theyll get him for
sure if he goes on the floor) and he cant reach it anyway. He jumps in surprise when his bedroom
door opens-

Daddy!

He shuffles to the side of his bed and lifts his arms up, clinging tightly to his dad when he picks
him up. He cries into his dads shirt and sighs in relief when he turns the light on.

Whats wrong, Kookie? Did you have a bad dream?

Jungkook shakes his head because it wasnt a dream- it was real. Jungkook knows there are
monsters hiding in his room and hes not safe! Theyre gonna eat him!

Daddy, theres monsters in my room. Jungkook whispers into his dads ear, looking around the
room for any sign of the things.

Monsters, huh?
Jungkook enthusiastically nods his head. Theyre scary, Daddy! he tells him, eyes widening in
concern when his dad sets him back on his bed, Daddy, dont leave! Dont!

Im not leaving, kiddo. Im gonna check your room for the monsters, okay?

Jungkook grabs onto his dads hand, Dont! Theyll eat you!

Ill be careful. I promise.

Jungkook reluctantly lets Daddys hand go and swallows nervously when his dad gets on the
ground to check under his bed. Do you see them?

Nothing under your bed.

Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief. He watches Daddy open his closet doors and Jungkook shuts
his eyes on instinct, opening them a crack when his dad tells him its all clear in there, too.

If the monsters arent under the bed or in the closet then where are they?

Looks like your rooms monster-free, Jungkookie.

Jungkook doubts that very much. Monsters are crafty and theyll be back- theyre always back.

Theyre only gone, Jungkook sniffles, because youre here, Daddy. When you leave theyll
come back!

Hmmm, that is a problem, isnt it?

Jungkook nods his head- it is! Its a humongous problem and hes so happy Daddy gets it!

Why dont we get rid of them for good? Daddy asks him and Jungkook doesnt know how
Daddys gonna do that, but hes on board with this plan; Jungkook doesnt like it when the
monsters hide in his room.

Attention monsters!

Jungkook shakily stands on his bed and pulls his dad down to his level. Dont call them, Daddy!
Theyre gonna get us!

Kookie, do you remember what people call me?

Jungkook bites his lip and tilts his head to the side. Jmin and TaeTae call him the same thing as
Jungkook does- But Mommy doesnt! Mommy calls you clumsy.

Uh. Yeah- Thats technically correct. But I was thinking about Rap Monster.

Jungkook narrows his eyes in confusion and he slowly backs away from his dad. Is Daddy telling
him hes a monster?

Youre a monster, Daddy?

Thats right. But Im a good monster, and Im gonna tell all the other bad monsters that they have
to leave you alone. Does that sound good?

That sounds very good. Jungkook decides with a nod. Make them go away, Daddy!

Attention monsters! I, Rap Monster, will not tolerate anyone scaring my son Jungkook
anymore!

Yeah! Jungkook shouts, spinning around to see if he can catch sight of any monsters running
out of his room. Leave me alone!

No more monsters are allowed to scare him or hide in his closet or under his bed!

Jungkook grins widely at his dad, Did you scare them away?

I think so. Do you think you can go back to sleep now that the monsters are gone for good?

Jungkook yawns at the mention of sleep and climbs back under the covers. Daddy? Can you
leave the light on?

You bet. Sleep tight. I love you.

Love you, too, Daddy. Jungkook snuggles further into his bed and watches Daddy leave his
room. He looks around and sticks his tongue out. Stupid monsters. Daddys the coolest monster
ever and hes gonna protect him no matter what.

Namjoon quietly shuts Jungkooks bedroom door and makes a quick detour into the kitchen to get
a glass of water. He absently notes that its nearly two in the morning and decides that he may as
well wait up for Jimin and Taehyung to get home.

He sits on the couch and idly flips through a magazine, keeping a close eye on the time.

So sleeping did nothing to help. Yoongi says to himself after Jimin wakes up twenty minutes
later, clearly still drunk. Thats- Well, thats just great. Awesome. Really.

Stop frowning! Jimin tells him, reaching over to lift the corners of his mouth into a smile.
Thats better!

Yoongi bats Jimins hands away from his face. Can you at least try to act sober?

Jimin ignores Yoongi in favor of leaving the room and Yoongi slowly exhales, his mouth set into
a firm line, before following the younger boy. He finds Jimin dancing again, cheering about
something (who knows what; Yoongis quickly learning that when his boyfriend drinks, hes loud
just for the sake of being loud) and dancing along to a shitty pop song.

Yoongi-bear, come dance! You promised!

Yoongi finds himself wishing the floor would swallow him up right about now as numerous pairs
of eyes turn to look to see who Yoongi-bear is. Hes really fucking tempted to tell Jimin no,
but Fuck it. Yoongis has morals and hes not an asshole (at least not to Jimin).
Fine, Ill dance with you, but just for one song.

Jimin excitedly nods his head, dancing to the beat and manhandling Yoongis arms to flail around
in the air (Wave em like you just dont care! I hate you so much right now.)

Looking good, Suga!

Yoongi snaps his head to the right and glares at Hoseok as he passes by, Taehyung shuffling close
behind him. Shut your mouth, Hoseok.

Yoongi, dip me!

Yoongis caught off guard as Jimin falls into his arms, expecting Yoongi to catch him, and, well.
To be fair, Yoongi does catch him, he just doesnt stay upright and they both tumble to the floor
within a matter of seconds.

Jimin groans and Yoongi struggles to bring them both to their feet. Okay, thats enough. Im
done. Were leaving.

But-

Yoongi silences Jimin with a shake of his head. Its almost two, anyway. You gotta get home.

But-

Yoongi takes Jimins hand into his own and leads him in the direction Hoseok and Taehyung
went. Its bad enough youre gonna show up home drunk, do you really wanna piss off your
parents even more by showing up late, too?

Who cares? Jimin scoffs, and Yoongi snorts, You will when you get home and your parents
ground you forever.

Nah!

Yoongi rolls his eyes, Yeah.

Namjoons awoken by the sound of the front door opening. He rubs at his eyes and glances at the
clock- a few minutes past two, but hell let that slide. Hes just glad Jimin and Taehyung are
home, safe and sound.

He gets up from the couch and walks towards the entryway, raising an eyebrow at the sight of his
sons:

Jimin, eyes glazed over, reeking of alcohol; and Taehyung who looks even worse than his brother.

Dad! Jimin bounds over to him, hugging him tightly. We had so much fun!

I can see that. Namjoon tiredly says. He looks over to where Yoongi and Hoseok are standing
in the doorway. Thanks for bringing them home.
 Yoongi nods. I, uh. I tried to keep them from drinking, but.

Yoongi-bear didnt drink at all, Dad! Jimin tells him with an eyeroll. He doesnt know what
hes missing!

You boys should head home now, too. Namjoon tells his sons boyfriends. Drive safe.

Will do. Yoongi says, dragging Hoseok, who looks like hes ready to pass out, with him out the
door.

Namjoon regards the two in front of him and sighs, Well.

Im a little drunk. Jimin whispers to him with a giggle. But Im not supposed to tell Mom and
Dad.

I dont feel good. Taehyung murmurs, leaning into his dads side. Can I please go die?

Namjoon is, frankly, too tired to deal with two drunken teenagers at the moment. Its two in the
morning, he just wants to go back to sleep, and hed wager a guess that anything he says to the
two right now will be forgotten by morning.

He ushers both his sons into their own rooms (dropping off a bucket with Taehyung in case he
gets sick), and decides that the hangover those two are going to wake up with in the morning is
probably worse than whatever punishment he and Jin can possibly think of.

Chapter End Notes

fun fact: the original version of this chapter didn't even have a party in it. it wasn't
good (at all) and i'm actually kinda happy that it got deleted so i had no choice but to
rewrite it.

funny how things turn out ^_^

also, i just wanna say a HUGE thank you to everyone for commenting, subscribing,
leaving kudos, reading, just stopping by, etc... you guys are so amazing and awesome
and just- i wanna hug you all! it means so much that you guys are still enjoying this
story, and you're all the reason why i'm still writing it! so thank you, lovelies <3
 love is in the air
Chapter Notes

In honor of Valentine's Day, have some flashbacks centered around love because,
y'know, I'm single for life over here, so I had time to write this XD
<3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Yoongi & Jimin

Its been roughly (or exactly- whatever; Yoongis not counting or anything) four months since
theyve started dating. Yoongis met Jimins parents, Jimins met his, and Yoongi isnt really sure
what to do next.

Because long-term relationships have never really been a thing in his life before. Hes never
committed to anyone long enough for them to stick around. But, for whatever reason, Jimins still
here.

Which is just fucking astonishing and Yoongis determined to make sure this relationship doesnt
just fizzle out like all his others. Hes determined to put in the time and effort it takes to keep Jimin
in his life. Because Jimins possibly the sweetest, most fucking adorable, angelic, nave, and just
goddamn perfect human being that Yoongis ever met and Yoongi really doesnt wanna fuck this
up; Jimin is literally one of the main reasons Yoongi drags himself to school every damn day and
the fact that the other boy probably isnt even aware of what an impact hes made on Yoongi in
the short time theyve been together just by being himself is something special. Jimin is special,
and Yoongi knows that hes pretty much hit the jackpot in life by having someone like Jimin
waste his time with him.

Yoongi just- He really wants this relationship to last because he... He loves Jimin.

Its a big deal- loving someone.

Yoongis only ever said I love you to someone once before. He doesnt think he meant it, either.
It just seemed like the right thing to say at the time, and looking back on it now, Yoongi isnt even
sure how he couldve mistaken those feelings for the ones he has now for Jimin. Because if that
was love, Yoongi doesnt know what the fuck he feels for Jimin is all encompassing,
unconditional, head-over-heels, wanna-grow-old -and-adopt-cute-babies-someday-with-you love,
maybe?

Its only been four months, though, Yoongi reasons with himself. Its too soon to say those three
little words. Way too fucking soon. Jimin might think hes crazy for declaring that kind of
sentiment so soon, and maybe he is. So Yoongi holds off on saying anything too serious, too
heavy, too meaningful. He doesnt wanna screw this up. He refuses to screw this up.

Jimin knocks on Yoongis front door, patiently waiting to be let in.

The door swings open and Jimin politely greets Yoongis mom, Hi, Mrs. Min.

Jimin, what a surprise! she says, ushering the boy inside and taking his coat. Yoongi didnt
mention you were coming over.

Sorry, Mom. Yoongi half-heartedly apologizes, inclining his head in greeting at Jimin from his
spot at the bottom of the stairs. Didnt think youd still be here.

I was just leaving. Jimin watches as Yoongis mom grabs her keys and coat, kisses Yoongis
cheek goodbye (much to his boyfriends embarrassment) and pats Jimins shoulder on her way out
the door. Be good, boys!

Yoongi absently nods, locking the door behind his mom and taking Jimins hand, leading him into
the living room. You hungry?

Jimin shakes his head, I ate dinner before I came over.

Yoongi sits on the couch and pulls Jimin down with him, handing the younger boy the remote.
You sure you dont want popcorn or something? A drink?

Im good. Jimin chuckles, channel surfing. He sets the remote back on the coffee table when he
finds a movie thats just starting. Settling more comfortably on the couch, he shifts himself so hes
leaning into Yoongis side. Youre cold.

And youre warm, so dont you dare think about going anywhere. Yoongi says, wrapping his
arm around Jimins shoulders to keep him put. He frowns at the TV, Are we watching fucking
Ponyo again?

Jimin giggles at Yoongis apparent resentment towards Ponyo.

Its good!

We watched this, like, two weeks ago, Jimin!

And now were watching it again. Jimin tells him, sticking his tongue out when Yoongi huffs.
Stop pretending like you dont love Ponyo.

Theres no pretending going on here. Yoongi mutters under his breath. He stealthily tries
reaching forwards to grab at the remote, only to have Jimin snatch it before he can. Really?

Jimin hugs the remote to his chest.

You know I can take that from you, right?

No way. Jimin scoffs, fingers tightening around the remote. This babys staying with me.

Yoongi smirks, You sure about that?

Try it. Jimin challenges him with a raised brow. I dare you.

Yoongi lunges at his boyfriend and grabs onto the remote, trying to pry Jimins fingers off, only to
have his boyfriend retaliate by biting his arm. Wh- No biting!
Jimin giggles, twisting away from Yoongi. You never said no biting!

I didnt think I needed to! Yoongi incredulously states, shaking his head in bafflement. Let
go!

Never!

Yoongi grunts in exertion as he tackles Jimin onto his back, successfully getting the remote from
his hands and holding it above his head in victory. Looks like I won.

I let you win!

Yoongi smirks, Uh huh. You keep telling yourself that, Sunshine.

Jimin sticks his tongue out and pushes Yoongi off him, rolling his eyes when his boyfriend
changes the channel to a basketball game. Ugh.

You like basketball.

I like watching you play basketball. Jimin corrects him. Other people? Not so much.

Yoongi blushes, grinning as he changes the channel once more. Thor?

Jimins quiet for a moment, then finally nods his head, arranging himself back to his previous
position and leaning against the other boy.

Halfway through the movie Jimin looks up at Yoongi to see his boyfriend struggling to keep his
eyes open. Tired?

Always. Yoongi jokingly mutters. He rests his head against Jimins and yawns. Im awake,
though. m not gonna fall asleep.

You can if you want. I wont be mad. Jimin tells him, Ill wake you up when the movies
over.

The whole point of you coming over was for us to hang out. Yoongi points out, Im not really
hanging out with you if Im asleep.

Jimin shrugs. Suit yourself.

Half an hour later and Jimin shakes his head in amusement when he sees his boyfriend still
fighting to stay awake. Whyre you so tired?

Just been working on my music and stuff, Yoongi mumbles, sighing in contentment when Jimin
begins tracing random patterns on the back of his hand; the feeling soothing in a way that Yoongi
thinks something so simple shouldnt be able to render him so tranquil in a matter of seconds. I
think it was around six that I turned in.

Sleep for a bit, okay? Jimin says, patting his arm. For me.

Yoongi lets out a long-suffering sigh and acquiesces, Fine. For you.
He shuts his eyes and lets the low volume of the TV and the feeling of Jimin in his arms start to
lull him to sleep. Hes just about to nod off when he feels the younger boy shift and a pair of lips
lightly press against his cheek.

Sweet dreams, love you.

Yoongis eyes fly open, wide and alert- all traces of sleep gone from his mind as he slowly cranes
his neck downwards to look at where Jimins repositioned himself to lie across Yoongis lap. He
gapes at him, his brain barely functioning at this point because what?

What the fuck just happened?

Jimin feels a pair of eyes on him and lifts his gaze to see his boyfriend looking anything but
relaxed. You okay?

You. I. You.

Um. Jimin chuckles in confusion, What?

You love me? Yoongi blurts out, feeling like hes dangerously close to losing his cool because
what the hell is Jimin doing falling in love with him? Not that Yoongi isnt thrilled about this
revelation- its just unexpected and a little perplexing. Did you just say you love me?

Jimin lazily nods his head, looking as if he doesnt have a care in the world- like he didnt just
detonate an atomic bomb inside Yoongis mind. Jimin is all nonchalance and thats just unfair,
Yoongi thinks; hes supposed to be the calm and collected one in this relationship, not Jimin.

are you sure? Yoongi cant help but ask.

Of course. Jimin replies, then tilts his head to the side, Dont you love me?

Yoongi shakes his head so quickly that he thinks getting whiplash might just be a serious concern.
No! No! I do! I I love you. I love you so much. Tons. A bunch. Like, theres a crazy amount
of love I have for you in my body- wait, that sounded weird. Did that sound weird?

A little. But its okay, I get what youre trying to say. Its nice I think.

Jimin goes back to watching the movie while Yoongi feels like his hearts beating way too quickly
for it to be healthy, and holy fucking shit did that just happen? Did they just say I love you to each
other? Did Jimin just say it? Is this all a fucking dream? Is this real? What is life right now?

Are you freaking out? Jimin questions with a frown. You look like youre freaking out.

Yes. Not freaking out, Yoongi slowly assures him, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that
Jimin- Jimin loves him. Just happy.

Jimin snorts, That is not your happy face. Thats your freaking out face.

Yoongi lets a smile overtake his features, There, better?

Better. Jimin agrees. Now, shhh; Thors about to kick some ass.

Yoongi dutifully keeps his mouth shut, content to watch Jimin watch the movie; beyond pleased
in the knowledge that Jimin- this amazing boy in his arms, loves him.

Namjoon & Jin

Whoever decided Valentines Day needed to permeate every aspect of life for an entire week
before the actual day needs to die.

Jin stares at Namjoon in amusement as the boy rants about Valentines Day.

Its such a commercial holiday. Its just people judging everyones love for each other with gifts.

I think its nice. Jin comments as he highlights an entry in his textbook.

Namjoon whips his head to look at his boyfriend. He scowls, Dont tell me you buy into this
crap?

I like Valentines Day. Jin maintains with a smile. Its nice having a day devoted to love.

A day devoted to pointlessness is a more accurate description. Namjoon grouses, tossing an

eraser at Jins head. Valentines Day is just a way for corporations to make you buy their
products-

Not like Christmas, Easter, or any other major holiday, though, right? Jin interrupts with a raised
brow.

Its too much pressure. Namjoon continues, content to ignore the validity of Jins statement.
Why should whatever I give you be an accurate representation of how I feel about you?

Jin scribbles some equations down in his notebook and sets his pen down, gazing at Namjoon,
Are you worried about what to buy me?

Namjoon scoffs, rubbing at the back of his neck. N- No. I just think its a senseless holiday.

Listen, I made reservations for us at that restaurant you like for Valentines. Jin tells him,
Whether its a stupid holiday or not, I kinda just wanna go have dinner with my boyfriend, so can
you drop this tirade against Valentines Day and just agree to spend some time with me
somewhere where were not stressing about school and doing homework?

I mean, Namjoon sighs, of course Ill go. Im just saying that Valentines Day is the worst.

Duly noted.

Jin spends exactly twenty-six minutes feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet before storming
out of the restaurant. Hes done getting pitying stares from the other couples eating their dinners,
and the fact that Namjoon stood him up (for whatever reason) on Valentines Day of all days is
just not okay.

Namjoon wouldnt really be surprised if he didnt have a boyfriend anymore. Which is a shame.
Hes gotten used to having one and, honestly, he quite likes Jin.

But forgetting about their Valentines plans?

Thats not good and Namjoon knows it.

He screwed up. Hes man enough to admit that but hes also man enough to admit that hes a
little afraid of how Jins gonna react the next time he sees him.

Namjoon walks up to Jins front door, outwardly appearing confident, but inwardly spazzing
about the confrontation thats no doubt about to take place in the next minute.

He raises his hand and raps his knuckles against the door, waiting for only a few seconds until it
flings open and his boyfriend is standing there, appearing generally gorgeous, but also sporting a
really pissed off look thats mildly terrifying.

Its simultaneously unreasonably sexy and scary, and Namjoon isnt sure whether or not he wants
to kiss Jin or apologize and grovel for forgiveness.

Didnt I tell you I didnt wanna see you? Jin practically spits out, crossing his arms over his
chest.

You cant avoid me forever.

Jin scowls, I beg to differ.

I said I was sorry like fifty times. Namjoon says as he stands on Jins doorstep, and the fact that
his boyfriend hasnt let him inside his house yet thats not a good sign. In fact, its decidedly a
bad sign. I was studying. You know how I get when Im studying, Jin.

Self-involved, selfish-

Those are technically the same thing. Namjoon automatically points out before his brain can
catch up to his mouth and decide that correcting his boyfriends word choice probably isnt the
best way to get back in his good graces. Sorry. Shutting up. Continue yelling at me.

You dont think about anyone but yourself, Namjoon!

Not true! Namjoon argues, shaking his head. I think about you all the time!

Like last night? Jin counters, eyes narrowed at the taller boy. You stood me up!

I didnt mean to!

Jin snorts, rolling his eyes. Right. Sure.

Do you think I wanted to hurt you, Jin? I lost track of time- thats all.

A likely story. Jin mutters under his breath, but Namjoon hears it and runs a hand through his
hair, wondering just how the hell hes gonna fix this.

His boyfriend is being ridiculously infuriating and stubborn, and all Namjoons trying to do is
apologize and make things right and Jins being difficult and disagreeable and just- ugh.

I would never hurt you on purpose. Namjoon tells him, enunciating his words to get his point
across. I was looking forward to our date-

You were not. Jin argues with an incredulous expression. Youve been ranting all week about
how horrible you think Valentines Day is-

Namjoon sighs, Just because I think the day itself is dumb, doesnt mean Id be an asshole and
stand you up.

Jin narrows his eyes. And yet, he says, thats what happened. Congratulations, Namjoon, Jin
sighs and helplessly shrugs his shoulder. Youve converted me into thinking that Valentines Day
is a pointless holiday.

Namjoon officially feels like the biggest asshole on the planet. Whether he thinks Valentines Day
is a joke or not (for the record, he does), he never really wanted to foist that opinion on his
boyfriend- the same guy who got absurdly happy at the sight of roses, fake and real alike,
decorating the shops in town; the same guy who couldnt wait to buy a bag of candy hearts,
picking through each and every one of them and gifting Namjoon a new one each day this past
week (Namjoons favorite was Soul Mate because, well, whatever, hes a sap and thinking of Jin
as his soulmate is kind of nice and makes him feel all warm inside); and the same guy who bought
his mom a carefully crafted bouquet of flowers to remind her that even though her husband had
passed, she still had love in her life, even if it was only from her son.

Namjoon does not want to be the reason Jin stops being way too into Valentines Day.

Jin-

Jin huffs, If you didnt want to celebrate Valentines you shouldve just told me. You didnt have
to pretend you forgot about our date with some lame excuse-

Why would I intentionally forget about our date and hurt you? Namjoon demands in
exasperation. I love you, you idiot!

Jin's torn between being upset with Namjoon or crumbling and professing his own declaration of
love to his boyfriend. He wars with himself for a moment and eventually settles on somewhere
between the two.

Well. Fine, then. Good.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, Good?

Jin nods firmly. Yeah. Because I sort of love you, too.

Namjoon scuffs his sneaker against the concrete outside and stares at his boyfriend, what now?
Are we done fighting?

Jin shrugs. I guess. You wanna go to that new karaoke place? The place that just opened?

Sure. Namjoon hesitantly grabs onto Jins hand, internally sighing in relief when the other boy
doesnt immediately pull away, and leads him away from the front door towards his car.

Just so you know, Jin says as they get into the car, youre buying to make up for standing me
up yesterday.

Fair enough. Namjoon says, thinking that if thats all he has to do to get back in Jins good
books, thats a small price to pay.

And you have to buy me lunch.

Okay.

Jin pulls away from the curb and starts the drive downtown. He adds, And I get to pick your first
song.

Thats fine.

Namjoon?

Hmm? Namjoon glances at his boyfriend, Something up?

Jin links their fingers together and grins, I love you.

I like hearing that. Namjoon confides in the other boy with a wink.

Jin pointedly looks at Namjoon, Me, too.

I love you, too, Jinnie. Namjoon parrots the sentiment back, smiling widely. He watches the city
fly past them as they make their way downtown and is only vaguely aware of the look Jins giving
him.

That was a nice moment there, Jin idly comments. Up until the nickname.

Not a fan of Jinnie? Namjoon asks, still staring out the window. I think its cute.

Its not cute.

I like it.

Fine. Jin says, Ill call you Jinnie, then.

Namjoon laughs.

Or Jin bites his lip in thought, Howd you like it if I called you Joonie?

Namjoon shrugs. Sounds good to me.

Well- Whatever. Jin says, clearly flustered that Namjoon is somehow agreeable to that
nickname. No calling me Jinnie.

Namjoon smirks, Whatever you say, Jinnie.

Im loving you a little less right now. Jin bluntly tells him as he changes lanes. Just gonna put
that out there.

Doubtful, Jinnie.

Stop it.

Stop what, Jinnie?

Jin sighs in annoyance. Im gonna dump you.

Namjoon snorts, Nah. You wont.

Ill do it. Jin threatens, Dont test me.

No way. You loooooooove me.

Youre insufferable.

Im adorable. Namjoon corrects him, grinning widely while placing his hand on Jins thigh.
Now be nice to me because Im buying lunch and karaoke.

Be nice to you? Jin splutters, Youre the one teasing me!

Im doing no such thing.

Jin sulks, eyes narrowed as he continues driving. He briefly glances over at Namjoon, I dont
love you anymore. I take it back.

No takebacks. Namjoon calmly replies. Youre stuck with me now.

Taehyung & Hoseok

Namjoon makes it a point to not run over his kids. Its basic parenting, really.

But when he pulls into the garage after coming home from work, hes eternally thankful for good
brakes and seatbelts because there, in the middle of the garage, is Taehyung.

Namjoon breathes deeply, trying to calm his heartrate at having almost killed his own son, and
adjusts his seatbelt, rubbing at the spot where it tightened exponentially due to his sudden stop. He
rolls his window down and leans out, Are you crazy?

Taehyung barely spares his dad a backwards glance, continuing to rifle through the junk thats
been littering the garage since they moved in- nearly ten years ago. Hey, Dad.

Namjoon puts his car in park and gets out of it, running a hand through his hair. I almost ran you
over, Tae.

Its cool. Taehyung mumbles, digging through a box, You didnt.

Its not cool. Namjoon protests, exhaling deeply. If you hear me opening the garage door,
move.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, I was pretty sure you werent gonna kill me, Dad.

Just- If you hear me coming home, dont be in the garage, okay? I nearly had a heart attack,
Tae.

Yeah, sure. Fine. Taehyung says as he ventures to the other side of the garage, pulling a box
down off a shelf. We have an old boombox, right? I remember seeing one a few years ago.

Namjoons tempted to not ask Taehyung why he needs a boombox. It would be easier to just let
his son continue on with whatever it is hes doing and not get involved. Except Namjoons not
that kind of father. Hes nosy inquisitive by nature and he likes to know whats going on in his
kids lives.

Can I ask why you need a boombox? Is it 1990 again?

Not unless my time machines worked. Taehyung answers with a shrug, prompting Namjoon to
raise an eyebrow and ask, You have a time machine?

Not yet. Im working on it, though.

Right. Namjoon nods. Well let me know if you need any help with that.

Nah, Taehyung shakes his head as he dumps the boxs contents on the ground. Ive got it
under control.

Good to know.

Namjoon leans against his cars hood and watches his son sift through everything in the box.
Tae?

Yeah?

Boomboxes are big.

Taehyung tilts his head in confusion, going back to his search.

Tae.

Taehyung lifts his head again to stare at his dad, Hmm?

Its not gonna be in a box. Namjoon elaborates as he pushes off from his position and glances
around on the higher shelving units in the room. Look for a big, black box, okay?
Got it. Taehyung nods, abandoning the junk on the floor and scanning the room for something
blocky and black. He scrunches up his face in disappointment when his search comes up empty.
So we dont have one anymore?

Namjoon continues looking, shifting some boxes, a bicycle, two pairs of skis, and what looks like
an ancient waffle iron that hes not really sure why theyre holding on to (but hes not going to be
the one to throw it away and have Jin yell at him for it), and finally sees what hes looking for.

Caked in dust and cobwebs, Namjoon hauls the boombox out from behind an old toolbox and
places it front of Taehyung with a grin. One boombox for you, kiddo.

Taehyung grabs its handle and groans at the weight. Didnt think itd be this heavy.

So, Namjoon starts, you never told me why you need that.

Taehyung sets the boombox on the ground and grins widely, Im gonna hold it over my head
outside Hoseoks house while it plays a sappy love song and confess my undying love to him.

Namjoon blinks once. Then does it again.

Just like in the movies. Taehyung adds as an afterthought. He looks at his dad for a reaction,
puzzled when all he gets is a blank stare. Do you think its a bad idea?

Namjoon hesitantly shakes his head. Not a bad idea. Just He clasps his hands together and
sighs, Taehyung, youve been dating Hoseok for three weeks.

Taehyung nods.

Are you really sure that you love him after three weeks? Namjoon gently questions. Its not that
he doesnt believe that Taehyung thinks he loves Hoseok, but Namjoon has his doubts of
whether or not Taehyung really knows what love feels like as opposed to an infatuation.

I fell in love the moment I saw him. Taehyung replies in all seriousness, It was love at first
sight, Dad.

When Taehyung had imagined this particular scenario in his mind it was romantic.

And it definitely didnt include being driven to Hoseoks house by his mom. Its more than a little
embarrassing, but Taehyung doesnt let that dampen his spirits. Because hes about to tell Jung
Hoseok that he loves him and if movies and books and television have taught him anything, its
that this moment is gonna be magical and special, and Taehyungs gonna remember it for the rest
of his life.

Do you have fresh batteries in the boombox?

Yep.

Did you remember the cassette tape?

Taehyung nods, Uh huh.

Are you nervous, sweetie? Jin asks, smiling at his son. Its okay to be nervous.

A little. Taehyung shrugs as he feels butterflies milling around in his stomach. But Im not
expecting him to say it back, so I mean- Id like him to say it back, but. Yeah.

Jin just nods in understanding, opting to stay silent in order to let Taehyung vent his feelings.

Its not like hes just gonna say thank you or something. Right?

I hope not. Hed be a fool to not love you, Tae. Jin reassures the teen, patting him on the leg. He
pulls up outside of Hoseoks house and cuts the engine, turning in his seat to look at his son. You
ready?

Taehyung bites at his lip, looking unsure for a moment before resolutely nodding his head. He
grabs the boombox from the backseat and hauls it onto Hoseoks front yard, turning it on and
grunting with the effort it takes to lift it over his head.

He patiently waits for Hoseok to look out his window to see what all the noise is and panics when
he sees his boyfriend exiting his house from the front door to come stand in front of him, two
others whom Taehyung assumes is his mom and sister crowding around the door and watching
their exchange with interest.

Ah- Youre supposed to open your window and well talk that way! Taehyung shouts over the
music thats blaring dangerously close to his ears.

Hoseok blinks in surprise at the image Taehyung presents. Um okay. Sure. Ill be right, uh,
back. I guess.

Taehyung waits a bit longer and smiles brightly when Hoseok appears at his window, opening it
and leaning outside.

That looks heavy!

Taehyung nods as the muscles in his arms shake in fatigue, It is!

Whats all this for? Hoseok yells down from the second story of his house. I feel like Im
missing something.

I love you!

Hoseok rears back in shock, banging his head on his window and clutching at his skull in pain.
He ducks out of view and Taehyung worriedly sets the boombox onto the ground, hastily shutting
it off and politely making his way past Hoseoks mom and sister. He climbs the stairs to his
boyfriends room and finds Hoseok groaning in pain.

Is your head okay?

Hoseok waves Taehyungs concerns away, Yeah. Great. Just- Just give me a minute.

Taehyung settles himself beside Hoseok on the ground and rubs soothing circles on his back.

You said you loved me. Hoseok says, looking at Taehyung through his bangs. You said you
loved me with a giant boombox over your head, and my mom and my sister both heard it, and
weve been dating for, like, less than a month and this is just its a lot to take in.

Taehyung giggles, smiling widely as he waits for Hoseok to process everything.

Youre so different from anyone Ive ever dated before. Hoseok states, staring at Taehyung in
awe.

Because hes never dated anyone who says whats on their mind 24/7; someone who doesnt
seem to feel pressured to act the way society says is normal; someone who isnt afraid to do things
out of the ordinary.

Most people wouldnt love someone after dating them a few weeks, Tae.

Taehyung shrugs, seemingly unperturbed by that thought. Im not most people, he tells Hoseok
with a grin. I knew I loved you the first time we met.

Hoseok feels his face flushing bright red. You did?

Yeah.

Hoseoks silent, seemingly intent on staring at his shoes, and Taehyung taps his arm to gain his
attention. You dont have to say it back.

I-

Seriously, Hobi, I didnt tell you so youd feel obligated to say it back. I just I wanted you to
know how I feel about you.

Hoseok worries his bottom lip between his teeth, contemplating his next words. I I like you,
Tae.

Taehyung swallows down something that feels suspiciously like disappointment and forces a
smile onto his face. Just because Hoseok doesnt love him now, doesnt mean he never will. And
Taehyungs nothing if not hopeful that one day Hoseok will be able to tell him those three little
words.

So, uh. Hoseok rubs at the back of his neck, hesitantly grinning at his boyfriend, You wanna
meet my mom and sister? Theyve been dying to meet you and this is as good a time as any.

Yeah. Taehyung stands up, pulling Hoseok with him. Id like that.

Jungkook & Jin

Anything special you want for dinner?

I might not make it home in time for dinner.

Jin hums in acknowledgement.

Ill try my best, but-

But you might not be. Jin finishes for him, frowning at the vacuum cleaner in front of him. Why
its refusing to work, Jin has no clue but hes about to give up on the damn thing altogether. Two
hours of fighting with it and hes had enough. I heard you before, Namjoon.

Are you mad at me?

Im not mad at you. Jin sits down on the carpet and begins taking the vacuum apart. Again.

You sound like youre mad at me.

Im not. Jin looks at the attachment in his hands in bafflement, hes... less than proficient at
fixing things and Namjoons even worse. Maybe Taehyung or Jiminll be able to tell him whats
wrong with this thing when they get home from school.

Are you sure? Because you sound upset.

Jin grits his teeth in annoyance. Im frustrated.

Look, Im sorry Ive been working more than usual lately, but-

Jin rolls his eyes at Namjoons babbling and cradles the phone between his ear and shoulder as he
puts the vacuum back together. Im mad at the vacuum, Namjoon, not you.

The vacuum?

Its not working. Jin tells him, kicking the thing away in exasperation. Whatever. Im done
with it. Were buying a new one.

Ill take a look at it when I get home.

Good luck with that. Jin mutters, flopping onto his back on the carpet and switching his call to
speakerphone, setting his phone beside him. He glances over to where Jungkooks quietly playing
with his toys and smiles tiredly. Can you pick up more diapers on your way home?

Anything else? Are we stocked on baby food?

Yeah, were good on baby food. Jin confirms, grinning widely when Jungkook looks straight at
him and begins excitedly crawling across the living room to reach him. Hey, Kookie, he says in
hushed tones, lifting Jungkook and settling him on his chest. You wanna say hi to your dada?
Can you say Dada, Kookie?

I can guarantee with one hundred percent certainty that he cant.

Hell say it soon, Namjoonie.

Im sure he will. Its just taking too long for my liking.

Jin chuckles, Youre just jealous that he said Mama first.

a little.
Jin plays with Jungkooks fingers and presses kisses to each one, Youll say Dada soon, right,
Kookie?

Mama!

See? Now hes just rubbing it in that he likes you better.

Jin laughs, shaking his head. He doesnt like me better. He just spends the majority of his day
with me; and all the experts say that its easier for babies to say Mama than it is to say Dada. He
loves you just as much as he loves me, Namjoon.

I dont know about that

Jin bounces Jungkook on his chest and grins, You love your daddy just as much as me, dont
you, Kookie?

Jin watches as Jungkook opens his mouth, shuts it, then opens it again, letting out a small laugh
before gleefully winding his arms around his moms neck, mumbling into his neck, Love
Mama.

Jin freezes, eyes wide and mouth agape. He breathes shallowly and looks at the boy on his chest,
who seems to be in the middle of trying to fall asleep. Namjoon?

Yeah?

Namjoon, did- Jin swallows, his throat suddenly dry. Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Kookie. He just. He- Jin cant form complete sentences, cant stop his heart from beating
erratically, and cant seem to focus on anything other than his son.

Whats going on, Jin? What about Kookie? Are you both okay?

He just said I love you. Jin whispers, combing his fingers through Jungkooks hair. He said he
loved me. I- He-

He did? I missed it? For the love of- Thats it! Im coming home right now! Im not missing him
saying it again!

Jin just nods his head, his entire world focused in on Jungkook.

Ill be there as soon as I can. Keep making him say it so he doesnt conveniently forget how
when I get home.

Okay. Jin quietly answers, not wanting to disturb his son. He hears Namjoon disconnect the call
with a quick love you and Jin breathes deeply. I love you so much, Kookie.

Mama love. Jungkook tiredly murmurs into Jins neck, snuggling into his shirt. Love Mama.
Chapter End Notes

Happy Valentine's Day, sweeties!! Hope everyone has a wonderful day!

Next chapter is gonna be the one you guys have been patiently waiting for: Italy ^_^
 painful awakenings, bunnies, and donuts- oh my [part 1]
Chapter Notes

I'm so sorry for not updating sooner, cuties!

But here we go- another installment with our favorite boys! This takes place directly
after chapter 23, so if you haven't read it, you should probably go do that now :D
Enjoy! <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Namjoon returns to his bedroom to find Jin sitting up in bed, idly flipping through a magazine. He
climbs into bed next to the other man, Theyre both drunk.

Jin sets his magazine down, tsking. How drunk?

Drunk enough that Im fairly certain Jimin wont remember most of tonight. Namjoon guesses
with an eyeroll. Taehyung looked like he wasnt as far gone as Jimin, though.

Jin exhales heavily.

I cant believe theyd be so stupid as to drink when they promised us they wouldnt. Namjoon
says. And drinking so much? What were they thinking- Never mind; I can tell you what they
were thinking. Nothing! They werent thinking at all!

Jin casts a sidelong glance at his husband, You know, he muses, as much as I do agree with
you Im not surprised they got drunk. Theyre seventeen-

Seventeen is much too young to be drinking. Namjoon argues with a scowl. Theyre children!

Jin chuckles, Theyre almost adults, Namjoon. We cant stop them from experiencing new
things-

We can try!

Namjoon, Jin grins. Come on, now.

Namjoon sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. Theyre still young, Jin. They dont need to
be experiencing these kinds of things yet.

You cant shelter them forever; I know you want to protect them from everything that could hurt
them- I do, too, but we dont want to smother them. Jin points out.

No, Namjoon finally agrees, rather reluctantly, after a lengthy silence. I guess we dont want
that.

Jin places a comforting hand on Namjoons arm. Them growing up isnt a bad thing.

It feels like it. Namjoon grouses, letting his head fall back against the headboard. He frowns.
They lied to us tonight, Jin.
They did. Well need to punish them.

Should we ground them again? I feel like weve been doing that a lot lately.

Jin shakes his head, Ive got a better idea. One thatll stop them from drinking again anytime
soon.

Such as?

Youll see. Jin tells him with a wink, shutting his bedside lamp off. Ill tell you all about in the
morning.

Youre sexy when youre being mysterious, you know that, right? Namjoon whispers into Jins
ear, lightly tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

Jin slowly sits up and raises an eyebrow at Namjoon, Are you really trying to put the moves on
me at, he takes a look at the clock on the dresser, two-thirty in the morning?

Um yes. Yes I am.

go to sleep, Namjoon.

Right. Namjoon mutters, inching back over to his own side of the bed. Ill just- Yeah. Sleep.
Going to sleep now.

Shush.

Shushing, dear. Namjoon agrees with a nod, quickly pressing a light kiss to Jins lips before the
man drifts off to sleep.

Taehyung wakes up with a start, head whipping this way and that as something screeches near his
ear, and its too early to be awake and his head is pounding and why does his mouth taste like a
garbage can? Oh, my god! Make the loud noises stop!

Sorry, Tae, Jin says, sitting on the end of his sons bed. Kookie wanted to show you the new
microphone we got him.

Taehyung blearily opens his eyes and spots his little brother roughly a centimeter from his head
with a toy microphone gripped in his hands, emitting a distorted version of his voice when he
speaks into it. "Morning, TaeTae!"

I wanna die, Taehyung moans into his pillow, covering his head with his blanket. Please let me
die in peace!

Its a beautiful day out, Tae, Jin states, swatting at his sons form underneath the covers. Time
to get up. Its almost eight.

Taehyung groans, holding his head in the darkness of his cocoon. Why do I need to be up now?
Its Sunday!
Up you get! Jin ignores Taehyungs protests and stands. Ill meet you downstairs for breakfast
in ten minutes-

Im not hungry. Taehyung mumbles, his stomach roiling at the mere mention of food. I wanna
be as far away from food as possible.

Breakfast in ten. Jin repeats, crouching down so hes eye-level with Jungkook, Make sure your
brother gets up, okay?

Jungkook happily nods his head, hopping onto the bed and shouting through his microphone for
his brother to wake up. TaeTae! Get up! Get up! Get up! Up! Up! Upppppp! Uppppppp!

Kookie, I love you, but go away. Taehyung grunts, blindly flailing an arm out from his covers
and trying to swat at his little brother.

Get up! Get up! Mommy said to get up, TaeTae! Dooooooooo it!

This, Taehyung thinks while Jungkook begins jumping on his stomach, is hell.

Up! Up! Up! Move your butt, mister!

Yep. Definitely hell.

Jiminie

Namjoon watches on impassively as his son remains oblivious to the world around him.

Jimin, cmon, kiddo, time to get up.

Jimin shifts slightly in his sleep, but continues slumbering.

Namjoon reaches down and, in the blink of an eye, rips the covers off Jimins body.

No! Jimin splutters, blinking in confusion, Why! What-? No! Give em back!

Oh, Im sorry, Jimin. Namjoon apologizes, but Jimin blearily thinks that his dad sounds
anything but apologetic. Im going to do laundry. Thought Id put your blanket through, too.

I wish I were dead. Jimin grumbles, wincing when his head pounds against his skull with such a
ferocity that Jimins pretty sure hes about to die any second now. Everything hurts.

Thats a shame. Namjoon absently says, grabbing Jimins pillow out from under his head and
tearing the pillowcase off it. Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes.

Jimin yawns widely, closing his eyes again because its just taking too much energy to keep them
open. Im not really hungry-

Sure you are. Namjoon assures him. You haven't eaten since last night. You must be starving."

Not really. Jimin groans as he tastes the inside of his mouth and nearly gags. He curls up in a
small ball and tries to ignore his dads presence as the man continues talking to him. He almost
manages to block him out completely, quickly falling back asleep when his dad forcibly lifts him
out of bed and sets him on his feet.

Why am I standing? Jimin asks in confusion, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Need your sheets, too. Namjoon grins, stripping his sons bed completely. Head on downstairs,
Jiminie. Ill be there in a few.

Need more sleep. Jimin whines, about to fall back onto his bed until his dad steers him towards
his door.

What you need is a good breakfast. Namjoon corrects him, guiding his son out of his bedroom.
Lets go get some food in you, okay?

Wanna sleep. Jimin weakly objects as hes led into the hall. m still tired.

Nothing like a hearty breakfast to wake you up, then.

Taehyung runs into his brother and dad on his way out of his room, stumbling into the hall while
gripping the sides of his head with both of his hands, as if thatll stop it from cracking in half. He
leans on his brother for added stability, both slowly making their way into the kitchen and
practically collapsing at the table.

Taehyung focuses his gaze on where his moms cracking eggs into a pan. He grimaces at the pile
of bacon on the table, the grease of it seeping into the paper towels its resting on and the waft
reaching his nostrils, making him gag.

He watches his dad sit down opposite him and grab a few pieces of bacon and set them on his and
Jimins empty plates. Taehyung avoids breathing through his nose and stares at the meat with
thinly veiled disgust. He looks at Jimin and sees his brother resting his head on the table, eyes
closed.

Taehyung subtly grabs the bacon off his plate when his dads not looking his way and quickly
deposits it on Jimins own, wiping the grease off his fingers with his napkin. His eyes widen when
he looks at where Jungkooks sitting, eyes trained on him. Taehyung raises a finger to his lips and
makes a shushing action, smiling when his little brother copies the motion with a giggle.

Jimin groans into the tables surface when his mom bangs the pans on the stove for the millionth
time. He cracks an eye open just in time to see his mom bring one of the pans over to the table,
smiling at him.

One or two eggs, Jiminie?

Zero.

One it is. Jin decides for him, letting a runny egg drip from the pan and splat down onto Jimins
plate, biting his lip to hide the smirk on his face when his son looks at it in revulsion. Eat up,
sweetheart.
Jimin pokes the egg and swallows down the bile in his mouth when the smell reaches him. He
winces when his mom continues making louder than usual noises in the kitchen- banging pots and
pans, dropping utensils, and just generally making Jimin think his head is about to explode with
the amount of pain its in.

Eat your breakfast, Jimin.

Jimin looks imploringly at his dad, Please dont make me eat this.

Whats wrong with it? Namjoon asks with a raised eyebrow, setting his newspaper down and
looking at Jimins breakfast. You love bacon and eggs.

Please. Jimin whimpers, glancing at where Taehyungs reluctantly shoveling bits of toast into
his mouth. I dont feel good.

Jin deposits a small bowl of oatmeal in front of Jimin, running a hand through his sons hair. Im
sorry to hear that, sweetie.

Jimin stays silent, pushing the bowl away, only to have his mom shove it right back under his
nose.

Can I be excused to go die? Taehyung quietly asks, a piece of crust hanging out the side of his
mouth.

Jin feigns confusion, Now why would you wanna die, Tae? Are you not feeling good, either?

Taehyung nods his head, I feel like crap.

My poor babies, Jin coos as he lifts a spoonful of oatmeal up to Jimins mouth. Im sure youll
feel better after youve eaten.

I dont think-

I said, Jin forcefully repeats, eyes narrowed at both his sons, Im sure youll feel better after
youve eaten.

Uh are we being punished right now? Jimin hesitantly asks as his mom shoves the spoonful
of oatmeal into his mouth. Is that whats happening?

Namjoon idly flips the page of his newspaper, Why would we be punishing you?

Jimin exchanges a look with his brother, hesitant to bring up last night in case their parents have
somehow, miraculously, forgotten about it.

No reason. Taehyung slowly says, No reason at all.

Good, then eat your breakfast. Jin tells him, sitting down at the table beside Jungkook and
keeping his eyes trained on his sons, and Jimins eyes widen when he realizes his mom is just
staring at him and his brother. Not doing anything, just staring. Um.

With great difficulty, Taehyung swallows the toast in his mouth. Are you just gonna watch us
eat?
Jin nods.

Okaaaay. Taehyung stretches the syllables out and looks down at his plate of food. I dont
think Im gonna be able to eat everything, Mom.

Try. Jin answers with a saccharine smile and gestures for Taehyung to start eating. He turns his
head to look at Jimin, You too.

Jimin brings another spoonful of oatmeal to his lips and dumps it inside his mouth, trying to not
gag at the mere thought of food or the fact that its in his mouth right now.

Swallow.

Jimin looks at his mom, tears practically in his eyes as he shakes his head. I cant. he murmurs
around the food in his mouth.

Jin crosses his arms over his chest, Jimin.

Jimin forces himself to swallow the oatmeal, glancing to see his brother poking at his own plate of
eggs and bacon while their dad closely watches him. Mom-

Eat. Jin tells him, handing him a piece of bacon. Its extra crispy- just how you like it.

Jimin whimpers as he puts it in his mouth, head dropping down to the table as he slowly chews it,
trying not to breathe in the smell of any food products.

I cant do it, Taehyung whines, setting his fork down with a clatter. I seriously wanna die.

Jin stares at Taehyung, Tae, what could possibly have you feeling so horrible?

Taehyung looks away from his mom, hiding his head in the crook of his arm and mumbling, You
know what.

Do I? Jin levels both Jimin and Taehyung with a piercing look, as if hes daring them to confirm
what he already knows. Jimin wisely shuts his mouth while Taehyung mumbles something
incoherent, forcefully taking another bite of his eggs.

Breakfast ends with Taehyung and Jimin nearly vomiting multiple times, but both refusing to
admit to their parents that theyre hungover and in a ridiculous amount of pain by just being forced
to eat a simple meal. The only saving grace of having to sit through a near-torturous breakfast is
that they can go collapse in their beds and shut the world out until they both feel human again-
Sunday is the day of rest, after all.

Where do you two think youre going?

or not. Because apparently Sunday isnt the day of rest, anymore. Its the day of doing things
until you feel like passing out.

A painfully loud wake-up call and nauseating breakfast lead to a morning walk through the
neighborhood, which leads to Jimin and Taehyung having to entertain Jungkook in the park
amongst screaming children, which somehow turns into a family bike ride/picnic, which finally
leads to Jimin breaking down and begging his parents to kill him because his headache is too
much and hes pretty sure hes about to die, and, fine, yes, he's hungover, he admits it, just please
take him home so he can wallow in pain without being bombarded by loud people and the
outdoors and the sun (which is way too bright).

Jimin and Taehyung happily withstand the lecture they get about underage drinking and how
stupid it is if it means going back home and being able to down a few painkillers and crawl back
into bed.

So, Jin says, smoothing the hair off Taehyungs forehead as he gets up to leave the boys room,
whatd you learn from this entire experience?

That drinking an entire bottle of vodka on an empty stomach is a bad idea.

Jin sighs, shaking his head. And?

And that I shouldnt let Jimin mix my drinks at a party.

Close enough. Jin concludes as he watches Taehyungs eyes droop closed. Everythingll feel
better when you wake up.

I hope so. Taehyung responds with a yawn. Cant get much worse.

Namjoon is not a weak-willed man.

Unless youre talking about him when it comes to his children. Because in that case, yes, hes very
weak-willed.

Hes supposed to be picking up a few things from the mall- a new pair of jeans for Taehyung,
Jimin needs another binder, and Jin requested a new couch- Namjoon thinks hes joking; he hopes
hes joking anyway because hes not going to buy a new couch; the one they have is fine (Its not-
at least, not after Namjoon had spilled coffee on it last week, and coffee on a white couch is just
Its not the look Jins going for in their living room).

Daddy, stop!

Namjoon stops walking directly in front of a toy store and he chuckles at the look of wonder in
Jungkooks eyes. See something you like, Kookie?

Jungkook nods his head, fussing to be let down and darts into the store when Namjoon sets him
on the ground. Namjoon follows him at a languid pace, entering the store to find Jungkook with
his arms wrapped around a stuffed animal thats bigger than he is.

Thats a pretty big bunny.

Jungkook excitedly nods his head, Daddy, can we bring him home?

Namjoon sadly shakes his head, Sorry, kiddo. Not today.

Tomorrow? Jungkook asks with a frown. Can we bring him home with us tomorrow?
Not tomorrow either. Namjoon tells him. He crouches down so hes eye-level with Jungkook
and ruffles the boys hair, Come on, we have to get your brother a new pair of pants. Doesnt
that sound exciting?

Jungkook shakes his head.

Itll be fun, lets go-

No. Jungkook quietly says, plopping himself down beside the bunny and crossing his arms over
his chest. Im staying here.

Namjoon blinks, taken aback. Youre staying here?

Uh huh.

And what, pray tell, are you going to do here? Namjoon asks, eyebrow raised. Are you going
to live here from now on?

Yeah. With the big bunny.

What about your toys at home? Dont you think theyre going to miss you? And what about
TaeTae and Jimin?

Jungkook bites his lip, thinking his dads words over. I Theyll visit!

What about Mommy, Kookie? Namjoon asks with a smile. Arent you going to miss
Mommy?

Mommy can live here, too.

Namjoon shakes his head, No, Mommy lives at home with TaeTae, Jimin, and Daddy.

Mommy lives with Kookie now. Jungkook informs his dad. Mommy loves me more than
you.

Namjoon bites his lip to suppress a laugh at the boys audacious comment. He stands up and stares
at Jungkook, Okay, well, if you live here now, Ill just leave and go home by myself, then. Bye-
bye, Kookie.

Jungkook waves goodbye to his dad.

Namjoon slowly makes his way out of the store, keeping his eyes trained on Jungkook and
frowning when the boy starts playing with the giant stuffed rabbit, not looking the least bit worried
that hes all alone in the store. Namjoon goes back inside and stands in front of his son, Okay,
enough playing, kiddo.

Jungkook narrows his eyes as his dad stoops down to his level and reaches his arms out for him-
No, Daddy! Jungkook thrashes in the mans arms, grabbing onto the stuffed animals long ear
and hugging it to his chest. I wanna stay!

Jungkookie, let go. Namjoon says as he tries tugging the ear out of his sons grasp. Im serious,
Jungkook; let go of the bunny-
No!

Jungkook

Jungkook glares at his dad, huffing, We cant leave without the bunny!

Oh yes we can. Namjoon argues, prying the stuffed animal from Jungkooks fingers and setting
it back on the ground. When we get home, youre going to take a nap, Mr. Fussy Pants.

No!

Yes.

As soon as Namjoon turns the corner and exits the store, Jungkook begins wailing, tears streaming
down his cheeks and grabbing the attention of everyone within earshot. Namjoon winces at the
looks hes receiving and sets Jungkook down, tiredly watching as his son flops onto his stomach
on the floor and cries even harder.

Jungkookie-

Daddys mean!

Namjoon smiles sadly, Im not trying to be mean, Kookie.

Daddys being very mean! Jungkook maintains, sniffling loudly. Kookies good, Daddys
bad!

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair and bends down, Why do you think Daddys being
mean?

Because!

Because why?

Jungkook hiccups, Because you wont buy the bunny!

Kookie, you cant always get what you want.

Why not? Jungkook quietly asks, Dont you love me, Daddy?

Namjoon feels his heart breaking at the sight of his youngest sons tear-streaked face staring up at
him like hes the bad guy, and he just- He cant deal with that.

Kim Namjoon can deal with a lot of things, but not that.

Were home!

Jin descends the stairs, grinning at Namjoon and Jungkook before stopping abruptly at the sight
of- just of everything that his husbands hauling inside the house. Oh my.

Namjoon sets the bags on the ground and guiltily smiles at Jin, I know what youre thinking-
I doubt that. Jin interrupts. I doubt that very much.

Namjoon holds his hands up, I know it looks like a lot of stuff-

It looks that way because it is a lot of stuff. Jin says, shaking his head in bewilderment because
not only is there a giant stuffed bunny in his house, but therere about ten other shopping bags
filled with, what looks to be, other bunny related items, and, oh yeah-

An actual rabbit in a cage sitting at Namjoons feet.

You bought our son a bunny.

I-

Jin purses his lips, You bought our son a pet without talking to me about it, Namjoon.

Um. Yes. I- I did. Namjoon nods his head, cringing at the look on Jins face. Are you- You
okay? Jin?

Jin breathes deeply, exhaling a moment later. I have no words. He opens his mouth again as
if to say something, then closes it, shaking his head and walking away without another word.

Namjoon winces at Jins sudden departure and turns to look at where Jungkooks sticking his
fingers inside the cage and petting his new bunnys fur. How about we put your new friend in
your room? Huh? Sound good, Kookie?

Jungkook smiles widely, tugging his dads hand and leading him upstairs, only stumbling a few
times up the stairs in his haste to get to his room. He pushes his bedroom door open and points at
his bed, Put it there! He can sleep with me!

Namjoon shakes his head with a laugh, setting the cage on Jungkooks dresser. Your bunnys
going to sleep here, okay, kiddo?

Jungkook stands in front of his dresser and frowns, eyebrows creased in confusion as he reaches
his hand upwards, Daddy- I cant reach the bunny.

You can look at the bunny.

I wanna pet him!

You can, Namjoon assures the boy, lifting him up so he can do just that. But only when
Mommy or Daddy or one of your brothers is with you. He sets Jungkook back down on the floor
and places his hand on the boys head, running a hand through his hair, When youre alone, you
can look, but you cant touch, okay? Can you remember those rules, Kookie?

Jungkook immediately nods his head, No touching unless you or Mommy or TaeTae or Jmin
are here.

And?

Jungkook bites his lip in thought.

No playing with the bunny Namjoon trails off, urging Jungkook to finish the sentence and
grinning when the boy says, Im not allowed to play with him when Im alone.

Exactly! Namjoon holds his hand up to Jungkooks face, High five!

Jungkook clumsily smacks his hand against the much larger one, giggling when his dad holds his
hand to his chest, face contorted in pain.

This isnt a bad thing, Namjoon hastily explains as soon as he leaves Jungkooks room, tracking
his husband down and finding him in the backyard, cleaning up after Taehyungs latest science
experiment. This is a good thing.

Is it? Jin asks, setting the garbage bag hes down. Because from where Im standing this looks
like a bad thing.

Namjoon begins picking up paper mach and cheeseballs (he isnt even going to question what
Taehyungs experiment was this time around), depositing them in the garbage bag while trying to
convince Jin that getting Jungkook a pet isnt the worst thing to happen.

Hes so happy, Jin.

Jin rolls his eyes, Im not angry about our son being happy, Namjoon. Im not a monster.

I didnt mean-

Im mad that you didnt even talk to me about this before you did it- not even a text! Jin fumes,
scowling as he kicks a pinecone away from himself, Spoiling our son is one thing, but getting
him a pet thats going to live years is another thing altogether! Did you even think about whats
gonna happen when Jimin and Taehyung see that their younger brother got a pet before they did?
Theyve been asking for a pet for years-

And now weve got one! Namjoon concludes with a hesitant smile. Its a win-win situation.

No. Jin points out, Jungkook has a pet. How do you think theyre gonna feel about that? Its
going to look like blatant favoritism.

Namjoons silent for a moment- he knows Jins right; Jimin and Taehyung will definitely see this
as an unfair situation. I Namjoon sighs, his shoulders sagging, I just got a little carried away
today.

Jin quirks a brow, You think?

But I cant take the bunny back. Hes attached to it now.

Jin pinches the bridge of his nose, Youre gonna have to explain to Taehyung and Jimin why
Jungkook gets a pet and they dont.

Namjoon exhales heavily, nodding his head. Yeah- I will. Im sure theyll be fine with it.
Eventually.

*
Jimin and Taehyung are not fine about Jungkook getting a pet as Namjoon soon realizes after his
sons decide to give him the silent treatment.

A week after the whole bunny debacle wherein Taehyung and Jimin still arent talking to him and
Jin has only grudgingly forgiven him (though hes Jungkooks favorite person right about now, so
thats gotta count for something), Namjoon comes home after grocery shopping to find a puppy
chewing on the coffee table in the living room. He blinks, then does it again. And then again.
Because really? Really, Jin?

Taehyung rushes into the living room with a collar, fastening it around the puppy's neck and coos
over the dog, lifting her and excitedly shoving her into his dads arms. Dad! Isnt she perfect?
Shes the cutest thing ever!

Namjoon, grudgingly, admits that this puppy is adorable.

Mom said that we can go to the park when the weather gets nicer and take her for walks-

Speaking of your mom, Namjoon interrupts, petting the dogs head, where is he?

Hes baking some treats for Bokshiri-

Bokshiri?

Taehyung beams, taking his puppy back from his dad and pressing a kiss to her head. Yeah, I
named her Bokshiri. Cute, right?

Very cute, Tae. Namjoon agrees, smiling at the two before making his way into the kitchen.
So

Jin holds his hand up, halting his husband. I know. I know.

Im not gonna say a word. Namjoon smirks. Just, you know, Id like to point out that me
buying Jungkook a bunny is way different than you getting Taehyung a dog.

Jin sighs, finishing shaping the treats he's making into dog bones before placing them on a cookie
sheet and sliding them inside the oven. He sets the timer and turns around, wiping his hands on a
tea towel. What was I supposed to do, Namjoon? You put me in an impossible situation. And its
not like Taehyung wanted to share Jungkooks bunny or get one of his own. Hes always wanted
a dog, you know that. If you had just exercised some restraint at the mall, we wouldnt be in this
mess.

So, Namjoon surmises, essentially, this is all my fault.

Jin nods without hesitation. Without a doubt.

Youve gotta be kidding me.

ChimChim! Taehyung launches himself at his brother, shoving his puppy into Jimins face.
Meet Bokshiri!

I left the house for like two hours! Howd you manage to get a puppy in that timeframe? Jimin
latches onto the puppy, pressing his face into her fur and stroking a hand down her back. He lifts
his head and stares at his brother, How'd you do it?

Taehyung shrugs.

I better be getting a cat. Jimin says with a scowl. Because this is so not fair that everyone gets a
pet but me.

Just guilt trip Dad into getting you one. Taehyung suggests. Thats what I did with Mom.

Its two days later when Jin tells Namjoon that he and Jimin are going to the animal shelter to get
Jimin a pet of his own. Namjoon doesnt even question it, just nods his head because its only fair
and, honestly, his family has always been an all-in type of family, so it doesnt really surprise
him that in the span of two weeks theyve gone from having five people in their house to five
people, one bunny, one dog, and soon-to-be (Namjoon assumes) one cat.

Hes proven right when the two come home a few hours later with a carrier and a very vocal cat.

Jimin sets the carrier down and opens the door, letting his cat out, who hesitantly pokes his head
out and sniffs the air before rubbing himself against Jimins legs and beginning to purr. And
whos this? Namjoon asks, bending down to pet the cat, only to have it hiss at him and scratch
his hand.

Jimin scoops his cat up and comforts it while glaring at his dad, You scared him, Dad.

I scared him?

Aww, Jimin coos down at the feline, did the mean man scare you, Suga?

Namjoon eyes widen at the cats name and he shakes his head. Youre not naming him after your
boyfriend, Jimin.

Hes my cat. Jimin argues, Ill name him what I want.

Im not calling your cat your boyfriends nickname. Not gonna happen, kiddo. Namjoon
maintains, crossing his arms over his chest. Think of something else.

Mom?

Jin winces, Your dads got a point, Jiminie-

Fine. Jimin huffs. Min Suga?

Namjoon pulls a face, Thats even worse. He goes to pet the cat, only to have it rear back and
start yowling. What about Satan?

Jimin nuzzles his face into his cats fur, Thats just mean. Hes a sweetheart.
Oh, yeah, I can tell. Namjoon mutters. El Diablo?

Dad.

Beelzebub?

Jimin shakes his head in exasperation. His names gonna be He taps his finger against his
chin in thought, Professor Cuddle Muffins.

Namjoon stares at his son, Cuddle Muffins?

Professor Cuddle Muffins. Jimin corrects. He looks down at the cat in his arms, Youre
sophisticated, isnt that right, Professor Cuddle Muffins?

Suga was better. Namjoon reluctantly admits. Can we go back to calling him Suga?

Too late. Jimin declares as he climbs the stairs to his room. Come on, Professor Cuddle
Muffins; Im gonna show you your new room, and then Ill introduce you to Tae and Bokshiri,
and then Jungkook

Tae, she cant come to Italy.

But Taehyung trails off, eyes getting watery at the thought of leaving his baby alone with
strangers for a whole week. Shes gonna miss me, Mom. Shes gonna think I abandoned her!

Jin chuckles, Shell be fine, Tae, I promise. Theyll take good care of her- its like doggy
daycare.

Fine, Taehyung halfheartedly agrees, hugging his puppy tightly. Ill bring you back some
Italian treats!

Besides, shell have Professor Cuddle Muffins and Jungkooks bunny there, too.

Has he still not named it? Taehyung asks with wide eyes. Its been weeks.

Jin just shrugs, He keeps changing the name- this morning he was calling it J-Horse.

Taehyung bursts out laughing, snorting at the look of confusion on his moms face. Thats
Hoseoks nickname.

Jin doesnt even want to know why Taehyungs boyfriend refers to himself as J-Horse.

Youre sure Im invited, right? Yoongi asks as he throws a pair of jeans into his suitcase. Like,
Im not gonna show up at your house tomorrow morning and have your dad tell me it was all a
joke or something-

Youre paranoid. Jimin laughs. Of course youre invited! Why would I lie about that?

Im just making sure! Yoongi huffs defensively, tossing a sweater at Jimin. Put that in there.
Jimin cringes at the piece of material like it offends him on a personal level and throws it back at
his boyfriend, Grab that blue one instead.

Whats wrong with the other one? Yoongi asks, but does as the boy demands. He flings it in the
suitcase and does the same with a hoodie. Is there anything specific I need to pack?

Jimin makes a noncommittal sound.

Helpful, thank you.

You should probably pack something nice for dinners. Jimin advises him while he scrolls down
his Twitter feed on his phone. Do you have a tie?

At Jimins words, Yoongi stops rifling through his closet for something that at least resembles a
dress shirt. Uh, no.

Ill let you borrow one of mine. Jimin offers with a grin. Or Taes. Hes got a ton, too.

Why the hell do you have a tie?

Jimin rolls his eyes at Yoongis perplexed tone. Award shows, charity events, stuff like that.

Right.

You should be glad Im acclimatized to going to that kind of stuff. Jimin comments, folding
everything in Yoongis suitcase because apparently his boyfriend has no clue that things are
supposed to be organized and actually folded and not just thrown in to become a wrinkled mess.

And whys that? Yoongi calls out from his closet as he internally debates how many shirts he
needs to bring.

When youre famous and get dragged to all those types of things, Ill be there to help you out.

Yoongi pops his head out of the closet and smiles at Jimin, When Im famous?

Jimin nods, grinning. The worlds most talented producer.

I dont know about that, Yoongi chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck and ducking his head
in embarrassment. Ill just be happy to have a job after I finish university.

Jimin waves his concerns off, Youre gonna be awesome.

Yoongi quietly laughs. All right. And while Im being awesome at producing, whatre you
gonna be doing?

Who knows? Jimin says with a hesitant chuckle. He lies back on Yoongis bed and grabs the
Kumamon plush wedged between the pillows, settling it on his chest. Havent really decided
anything yet.

Yoongi lets out a hum in understanding. Any ideas? I figured youd do something with dance.

Jimin doesnt say anything, opting to stay silent.

Youll find something, Yoongi assures him as he emerges from his closet with a handful of
clothes. He dumps them on top of Jimin with a grin, Fold these for me?

Im not your maid! Jimin scoffs, but starts folding the clothes nevertheless. Youre lucky
youve got me in your life.

Dont I know it.

Im hungry! Taehyung sleepily whines as he latches onto the back of Hoseoks jacket and lets
the older boy lead him through the airport.

Once we get to our terminal, well get something to eat. Jin reassures his son, patting him on the
shoulder. He readjusts Jungkook on his hip and looks ahead, squinting to see if their terminal is in
the distance. He huffs out a sigh when he realizes that theyve already passed it. Namjoon!

Jins not sure if Namjoons pretending to not hear him because thats the type of joke hed find
funny, or if his husband is really that hard of hearing. Honestly, it could be either. Jin just rolls his
eyes and tugs Hoseok and Taehyung (who then grabs Jimins arm, who then glombs onto
Yoongi) back in the right direction.

Dad!

Leave him, Jin tells Jimin. Hell figure out were not with him eventually.

Jimin shrugs, yawning widely and dragging his feet after his mom.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at Jimins lethargy, How am I the awake one here?

Dunno, Jimin answers, dutifully following his mom through the crowd. Im gonna sleep the
entire plane ride.

Same. Taehyung calls from where hes lagging even further behind Jimin and Yoongi. Jimin
casts a backwards glance at his brother and gapes at the sight of Taehyung on top of Hoseoks
back. Yoongi

Yoongi follows Jimins line of sight and shakes his head. No.

Carry me.

What part of no did you not understand?

Hoseoks carrying Tae, though.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, Good for Hoseok.

Jimin sighs forlornly, If only I had a boyfriend who loved me enough to carry me

Oh, come on.

Wont somebody take pity on this poor-

Yoongi scoffs, Definitely not poor.

Tired soul! Jimin finishes, throwing his arm across his eyes for added effect.

Yoongi feels his will crumble at the sight of Jimins pouting face and he crouches down, oofing
when Jimin immediately hops onto his back and loops his arms around his neck. Happy?

Jimin nods, resting his head against Yoongis back. Youre comfy.

Oh good. Yoongi grunts as he gets a secure grip on Jimins legs. I was worried you wouldnt
be comfortable enough on my back.

No worries there. Jimin easily replies, snuggling further into Yoongis jacket. I could fall
asleep.

Fantastic. Yoongi grouses.

Id just like to point out, Namjoon announces as he enters the terminal and makes his way over
to where Jins helping Jungkook stick a straw into his juicebox, that you all abandoned me.

We know. Jimin murmurs from where hes curled up with his brother on the ground. You
were going the wrong way.

Mom said youd find us eventually. Taehyung sleepily adds, adjusting his backpack to lie
underneath his head as a makeshift pillow.

Namjoon scowls at his sons and sits down between Jin and Hoseok, the latter fast asleep. Did
you abandon Yoongi, too? he asks as he looks around, not seeing any trace of the blonde boy.

Jin chuckles, No, just you.

So where is he, then?

Taehyung wordlessly lifts his arm and points to the right, He said he was getting coffee.

And donuts.

Taehyung cracks an eye open and stares at his brother, He didnt say anything about donuts.

If he values his life, hell bring me back a donut. Jimin tells his brother, lying his head on
Taehyungs shoulder. He must drift off to sleep at one point because he wakes up to the smell of
coffee wafting into his nose and something sugary-

Jimin sits up, eyes slowly opening and seeing his boyfriend sitting beside him with a stack of
mochi donuts directly to his left. How many donuts did you buy?

Yoongi counts them, One eight uh, thirteen.

Jimin salivates at sight, smell, and just- everything about them and grabs two, one in each hand,
ignoring the stares coming from his mom and dad. I love you.
Love you, too, Sunshine.

Jimin absently looks at Yoongi, I was talking to the donuts. He takes a bite of the one in his
right hand and then a bite of the one in his left, moaning at the taste. I dont think Ive ever been
this happy.

Youre delirious. Yoongi tells him. You probably need sleep more than donuts.

Jimin shakes his head, Donuts are more important.

Taehyung makes a noise of agreement as he takes a bite out of Hoseoks donut, Sleeps
overrated.

Dont talk with your mouth full, Tae. Jin scolds. Youre seventeen, not seven.

Taehyung giggles and opens his mouth wider, showing his mom the contents inside and causing
the man to shake his head in exasperation, I give up with this kid.

Namjoon watches in fascination as Jimin polishes off his two donuts and goes back for another
one, Jiminie, you might wanna get something other than sugar in your system before the flight.
Maybe a bagel-

Nah, Im good. Namjoon frowns in displeasure at Jimins words.

Ill make him eat something else. Yoongi whispers to the man. Taehyung, too.

Namjoon smiles at the boy and relaxes in his chair, content to let Yoongi take care of Jimin and
Taehyung if thats what he wants.

Wait- No. Why. Why am I sitting all by myself? Jimin casts a panicked look at his mom and
dad, eyes wide as he looks at where he's supposed to be sitting for the duration of the flight.
Which is not beside Yoongi as he'd originally hoped. I dont wanna sit by myself!

Youre not by yourself. Hoseok points out, rather unhelpfully, Theres some guy beside you.

Jimin glares at Hoseok, I dont know him!

Jin casts a pleading glance at his husband, Namjoon-

Namjoon stands up from his own seat between Yoongi and Jungkook, Yeah, yeah, I got it. Take
my seat, Jiminie.

Jimin heaves a sigh of relief and darts into his dads vacant seat, shooting the man a smile.
Thanks, Dad!

(Namjoon would like to point out that while Jimin, Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook get to sit together,
and Hoseok and Taehyung are near the back of the plane together, hes stuck beside a man with a
blatant odor problem for eleven hours. He hopes Jimin appreciates this seat swap because this is
not how he wanted to start out his vacation.)
*

After landing, getting a taxi to take them to their hotel and unloading all their bags onto a luggage
cart, Namjoons barely through checking them in at the front desk when theres a commotion
behind him- people are screaming, theres a loud crash, and Namjoon just knows that at least one
of his kids is at the center of this catastrophe.

Ah, Tae! Jin tuts, apologizing profusely to the bellboy with a plate of pasta splattered all over
his uniform. Taehyung, apologize!

Taehyung bows his head, muttering apologies that hes pretty sure the bellboy doesnt understand
because, well, Korean isnt that popular of a language in general, and he guesses even less so in
Italy. He hears his mom apologizing again in English to the man and Taehyung steps over the
pasta on the floor to glue himself to Hoseoks side. Do you think if I order room service later
tonight, hes gonna spit in my food?

Hoseok snorts out a laugh. Fifty-fifty chance. he predicts, slinging an arm around Taehyungs
shoulders. But we should do it anyway because that looked pretty good.

Its when theyre all shuffling into their respective rooms that Namjoon notices it- a silver band on
Jimins ring finger.

Jimins wearing a ring that looks suspiciously like something someone would wear if they were
engaged.

Namjoon doesnt even have a chance to react before Jimin and Taehyung disappear into their
room and Jins tugging him into their own.

Ten minutes later and Namjoons pacing up and down in front of the beds in their room, passing
the adjoining door that leads to Jimin and Taehyungs room each time. He has half a mind to go in
there right now and demand to see Jimins hand- to confirm his suspicions (whether or not he
actually wants to know the answer is still in the air, though) and then properly freak out.

He continues pacing, shrugging his jacket off and flinging it on the bed. He has to tell Jin- his
husband needs to know that something serious is going on between Jimin and Yoongi. Jin.

Hmm?

Jin, Namjoon mutters, clearly distressed, though what hes upset about, Jin has no clue. Hes-
He. I- He.

Complete sentences are your friend, Joonie. Jin distractedly tells him, trying to make a vague
schedule of what theyre going to do tomorrow once everyone's rested and not jetlagged.

Namjoon inhales, then exhales, then does it again. Jimin he trails off, furrowing his brow like
hes trying to come to grips with whatever it is thats going on in his mind.

Jimin? Jin prompts his husband. What about him?

Hes- His- Namjoon shakes his head, Theres a ring on his finger!

And?

Namjoon gapes at Jin, stopping his pacing for a moment. And?!

Jimin wears rings all the time- Tae does, too. Jin comments with a raised brow. Whatre you
freaking out over?

The- The ring hes wearing is. Its- Namjoon exhales loudly, Its not his usual type of ring,
Jin.

Oh, that one. Namjoon, Jin sighs. Jimins been wearing that ring for months.

Namjoon dismisses that idea with a scowl, I think I wouldve noticed something like that.

Honestly, Namjoon, Jin tsks with a shake of his head. Try to keep up, sweetheart.

Why is he wearing a ring? Namjoon rants, pacing once again. What does it symbolize? Did
that punk pre-propose to our son? Is it an engagement ring? Is my son wearing an engagement
ring, Jin? This is unacceptable! I wont allow it!

Jin waits until Namjoons stopped talking to turn in his chair to face him. Are you done yet?

Hes wearing a ring on his ring finger, Jin!

Where one usually wears a ring.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, making the ends stand up in all directions and causing
Jungkook to let out a giggle. Why are you acting so calm about this?!

To balance out your insanity? Jin offers with an innocent smile, going back to writing his
impromptu itinerary.

This isnt funny.

Youre acting like a loon, Namjoon. Jin pointedly tells him.

Daddys a loon!

Namjoon slowly pivots to his left to where Jungkooks watching him and Jin with rapt attention.
Daddys not a loon.

Loon Daddy!

Namjoon levels Jin with an unimpressed look, See what youve started?

Jin chuckles, getting up and pressing a kiss to Namjoons cheek. Sorry, but youre acting crazy.

Im acting like a concerned parent! Namjoon insists. How are you not more concerned about
our son wearing a ring on a very symbolic finger?

Jin rolls his eyes. Because its a promise ring, Namjoon.

 Namjoon doesnt miss a beat, What is he promising?

I couldnt begin to guess. Jin says with an uncaring shrug. Thats between Yoongi and Jimin.
Its none of our business until they make it our business.

Theyre too young to get married. Namjoon exclaims, Over my dead body will our son get
married while he's still in high school.

My goodness, Jin shakes his head in amusement. Im pretty sure theyre not getting ready to
elope.

Good-

But, Jin continues, if they were going to get engaged, theres not a whole lot you can do about
it, Namjoon. Whether you like it or not, Jimins growing up and hes making his own decisions,
and you cant be upset if those decisions arent what you want for him; its his life.

Namjoon flops down onto the bed nearest to him.

I dont see you getting this worked up over Taehyung and Hoseoks relationship.

Namjoon lifts his head to stare at Jin, Its not the same as Jimin and Yoongis.

Because?

Because Taehyung and Hoseok look at each other the way teenagers should and the way
Yoongi looks at Jimin, Namjoon declares, is the same way I look at you, Jin.

Chapter End Notes

So for the next little while, the updates for this story will probably be sporadic- I'll try
my best to update regularly, but I can't make any promises because life is just kinda
hectic right now (real life sucks, amirite?).
I'm currently trying to write a bunch of parts for this story while I still have the time
and stockpiling them for future use, and here's where you amazing people come in- if
you want, feel free to leave a comment with anything you guys wanna see from this
story. It's always awesome to hear your ideas and I'd love some requests as well as
your usual amazing feedback on what you thought of this chapter ^.^
 commitments, commitments, commitments [part 2]
Chapter Notes

what kind of things will our favorite family get up to in Italy?

read on and find out ^.^
(also, to avoid confusion, DAY ONE of the trip was the day they got there in the last
chapter, so that's why it starts off on DAY TWO)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

DAY TWO

You wanna see if Jimin and Tae are up? Jin calls from where hes trying (and mostly failing,
thanks to Jungkooks obstinate protests of not wanting to wear any clothes) to dress their son for
the day. If not, wake them, will you? We should head out and get some lunch soon.

Namjoon makes a noise of agreement and walks over to their adjoined door, opening it and
stepping inside the room, expecting to see Taehyung and Jimin sleeping soundly, unaware that
jetlag has royally skewed their perception of time and that its now nearly two in the afternoon.
What he doesnt expect to see, however, is Taehyung nowhere to be found and a sight hed hoped
to never witness happening on Jimins bed.

Namjoon lets out a shout at the image of his precious son making out with his boyfriend, hips
gyrating and hands wandering everywhere and just- Namjoon books it out of the room as
quickly as possible and slams the door shut behind him, panting and shaking his head in disbelief.

You okay?

Namjoon doesnt answer, opting to instead internally freak out.

Did you walk in on them changing or something? Jin asks with a chuckle, buttoning
Jungkooks overalls and handing him his stuffed bunny to play with. Joonie, talk to me,

Namjoon slumps down against the door and shakily exhales.

Jin takes a seat next to him, Youre scaring me. What happened? You were in there for less than
a minute.

Our son- Namjoon grimaces, On top of Yoongi and kissing-

Jin laughs loudly, smacking Namjoons arm. He rolls his eyes, Dont tell me you got spooked
because you caught them making out?

Namjoon cradles his head in his hands, My innocent son-

Is a hormonal teenager. Jin points out with a barely suppressed smirk. Hes seventeen. I cant
even count the number of times Ive caught them together-

You knew they were doing that?

Jin stares at Namjoon incredulously, I know everything about our children, Namjoon. Including
the details of their sex lives.

Sex? Namjoon squeaks out, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Theyre not-

No. Not yet. But Namjoon, Jin places his hand on his husbands shoulder, smiling gently at
him, do you really wanna know the specifics of how far theyve gotten?

Namjoon doesnt reply, staring blankly ahead at the wall, only occasionally blinking. He just- He
doesnt really know how to process this information. Hes gonna need some time.

Did you hear that?

Yoongi pulls back from sucking a rather impressive hickey onto the side of Jimins neck to shrug
a shoulder. I didnt hear anything. Im sure its nothing.

Jimin rolls his eyes and gets off Yoongi, walking around the room and looking for any sign of
someone. Weird. He frowns, scratching at his head, I couldve sworn I heard something.

Yoongi just tugs Jimin back onto the bed, Youre losing it. Now hush and let me get back to
work here.

Seriously, Jimin continues, tilting his head to the side to allow Yoongi more access to his neck.
I heard something-

Jimin! Yoongi! We leave for lunch in ten minutes!

Jimin jumps away from Yoongi at the sound of his moms voice coming through the thin walls of
the room. Kay! he shouts back, his eyes widening as he realizes what his mom just said- He
knows youre in here with me! He totally did come in and see us a few minutes ago!

Yoongi winces at that knowledge, but counts his lucky stars that it was Jimins mom and not his
dad. Yoongi doesnt really know what hed do if Jimins dad walked in on them making out-
maybe run for the hills because Yoongis almost 100% certain that Kim Namjoon would not look
upon anyone favorably if he caught them making out with his son.

Two-hundred and ninety-six steps? Yoongi repeats with an offended look as he reads the sign
on the lawn of the Tower of Pisa. No thank you.

Jimin laughs, tugging on Yoongis arm, Come on!

No way. Yoongi reiterates. Not gonna happen.

Jimin rests his hands on his hips, Are you seriously just gonna stay down here while we all go
up, Grandpa?

Yoongi lazily nods his head, already walking away from Jimin and sitting down on the grass a
ways away. Have fun! he calls, watching Jimin disappear inside the tower along with the rest of
his family- Well almost all of his family.

Didnt feel like climbing the steps, either, Mr. Kim? Yoongi politely asks, feeling the
atmosphere outside drop about fifty degrees when Jimins dad doesnt answer him- content to just
glare at him, and Jesus Christ, what did he do to make the man look at him so distastefully?
Um. So Yoongi says, Nice weather today, huh?

Silence.

Yoongi picks at the grass on the lawn and tries again, Thanks again, Mr. Kim. For, yknow,
inviting me along. I, uh. I cant even begin to tell you how great this trips been so far. Ive never
really been anywhere, so this is pretty amazing.

More silence.

Right. Yoongi quietly exhales and goes back to watching the other tourists milling around the
tower. He casts a furtive glance at Jimins dad once more and furrows his brows in confusion; he
honestly has no idea what he did to make the man so mad at him

Technically, hes supposed to be sleeping.

But Taehyungs always been more of a night owl than an early riser, so when the rest of his
family turns in before 11PM, Taehyung has to find ways to entertain himself.

He can tell that Jimins already fast asleep (the snores are a dead giveaway)- so hanging out with
his brother is a no-go, but.

Taehyung takes his phone out and sends a quick text to Hoseok:

From: Tae!!!
January 26, 22:35

HOBI! HOBI! HOBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIII~

From: MY HOPE
January 26, 22:35

Whats wrong?

From: Tae!!!
January 26, 22:36

NOTHING. IM BORED. LETS DO SOMETHING!

From: MY HOPE
January 26, 22:37

Like what?
You wanna come over to our room and watch TV?
Sugas watching some weird game show.
But I dont think hed care if you wanted to change the channel, though.

From: MY HOPE
January 26, 22:37

never mind.
He told me hed punch me if I even thought about changing the channel.
:(

From: Tae!!!
January 26, 22:38

LETS GO OUTSIDE!!!!

From: MY HOPE
January 26, 22:40

That sounds like a bad idea.

We might get lost.
Or be kidnapped.
Or die.

Taehyung doesnt even bother answering Hoseoks ridiculous text, choosing instead to jump out
of his bed and quietly sneak out of his room, lightly rapping his knuckles against Hoseok and
Yoongis door down the hall.

This is a bad idea. Hoseok tells him as soon as he opens the door. He turns his back to
Taehyung and calls out, If Im not back in an hour, tell my parents I love them.

Yoongi scoffs, Overdramatic much?

Just cover for us if anyone asks where we are, okay? Taehyung pipes up, grabbing onto his
boyfriends arm and tugging him out the room, the door softly shutting behind them. So where
to?

Hoseok stares incredulously at the younger boy, What do you mean where to? Youre the one
whos supposed to know where were going!

And I do! Were going towards adventure! Taehyung assures him with an uncertain grin.
Come on, lets go explore.

Exploring, Hoseok soon realizes, basically just means aimlessly wandering around until something
catches Taehyungs eye. Theyve already stopped at a street vendor and gotten a late night snack;
Taehyungs managed to lose his keycard for his hotel room at a park a few blocks down from the
hotel; and now theyre walking around a 24hr minimart.

Hobi! Look! Taehyung shouts in excitement, his box-like smile in full effect that has Hoseok
grinning right back at him. He holds up a bag of dog treats in his hand, Treats for Bokshiri!

Cute! Hoseok grabs the bag from Taehyung, examining the pizza-shaped treats. Do they have
any for Jimins cat?

Taehyung examines the shelves, spinning around to look on the opposite side and letting out a
shocked laugh at what he sees. Hobi- Hobi- He tugs on Hoseoks arm and points at all the
different types of condoms, tubes of lube, pregnancy tests, ovulation tests- basically everything
under the sun that makes Taehyung want to giggle like a school girl and blush ten shades darker
than usual.

Hoseok sniggers at a particular brand of condoms that have a picture of a marshmallow on it?
Why would you want a condom to taste like anything?

Hoseok blushes at his boyfriends comment and innocently shrugs his shoulders. Dunno. he
mutters, eyeing another one that boasts a coconut flavor.

What dyou think dotted means?

Hoseok knows exactly what dotted means in the context of condoms, but- He looks at
Taehyungs inquisitive face and decides that his boyfriend (his innocent, inexperienced, nave
boyfriend) doesnt need to know about that kind of stuff yet. Despite being in a relationship with
Taehyung for nearly a year now, theyve yet to go any farther than kissing. And, yeah, that might
suck at times, but Hoseok prides himself on being a perfect gentleman; hes not the kind of guy
to pressure anyone into doing something theyre not comfortable with and, honestly, if all
Taehyung ever wants to do is kiss him, then thats all theyll do. Its as simple as that.

You wanna buy a pack and fill em up with water? We could throw them off the hotels roof.

Hoseok thinks thats probably a really bad idea thatll, without a doubt, get them into trouble, but-

Definitely!

Hey, you only live once, and how many other people can say theyve thrown water-filled
condoms off the rooftop of a hotel in Italy at one in the morning?

DAY THREE

Jimin is all for being cultured and seeing the sights and soaking in historically important
landmarks, but this is the sixth cathedral his parents have dragged them all to in three days and
Jimin- Hed just like to skip this one, thanks.

They all look the same after a while. Theyre all big; super old; impressive, sure, but theres only
so many times that Jimin can look in awe at a giant stained glass window and comment on how
cool it is. Hes just- Hes bored, to be perfectly honest.

Jimin, look at the intricately carved pillar there, Jin points across the cathedral and Jimin puts on
an interested face, nodding along when inside all he wants to do is groan.

Bored?

Jimin whips his head to the right at the sound of someone whispering in his ear and sighs in relief
when its just Taehyung. Yeah, you too? he whispers back, leading Taehyung away from their
mom.

I was bored after the first church we went to, Taehyung admits with a shrug. I grew up in one-
Youve seen one, youve seen em all.

Jimin slings an arm around Taehyungs shoulder, You think Mom and Dad would notice if we
just hung out outside? I saw a place that sells pizza a few blocks back.

Taehyung grins widely, Lets go!

Wait! Jimin grabs onto his brothers arm to stop him, Should we grab Yoongi and Hoseok?

Taehyung looks behind them to see their dad talking with Hoseok. I dont think we can risk
grabbing Hobi; Dad might think somethings up. He looks around, trying to spot Yoongi and
sees the older boy taking pictures around the church, And it kinda looks like Yoongis enjoying
himself, so

Just us, then. Jimin states, stealthily avoiding attracting either of his parents attention as he and
Taehyung make their way out of the cathedral.

Your breath smells like garlic.

Taehyung innocently looks around, Huh. Weird.

And youve got sauce or something on your shirt. Hoseok points out, tapping the spot on
Taehyungs chest.

Taehyung tries rubbing the tomato sauce off his shirt, only succeeding in making the stain even
larger. Uh. Yeah. Thats from this morning.

Hoseok nods knowingly, From breakfast?

Exactly. Taehyung grins, slipping his hand into Hoseoks own.

Makes sense, Hoseok muses out loud. Especially because you had, yknow, yogurt.

Taehyung opens his mouth, then closes it.

Plain yogurt. Hoseok continues speaking, much to Taehyungs dismay, So, yeah, totally. I can
definitely see how youd get a red stain from eating plain yogurt.

Taehyung looks at Hoseok, sees the smirk on his face, and rolls his eyes with a grin. Fine! You
win, Detective Jung! Its pizza sauce!

I knew it! I cant believe you got pizza without me! Hoseok pouts. I love pizza!

I know! I know! Taehyung murmurs, smiling apologetically at his boyfriend, Im sorry!

Whered you get pizza, anyway? Hoseok asks, whipping his head around like hes looking for a
pizza vendor inside the cathedral. And more importantly, why wasnt I invited?

Jimin and I snuck out, and we wouldve brought you, but you were talking to my dad-

Not fair. Hoseok whines.

Ill make it up to you-

How?

Kisses?

Hoseok shakes his head, Kisses and pizza arent the same.

Youre right. My kisses are way better than pizza. That isnt a fair trade.

I would say its the other way around, but Taehyung smacks Hoseoks arm and he holds his
hands up in defense, Kidding!
Just for that, Taehyung smirks, were even. No pizza or kisses for you.

Hoseok watches Taehyung walk away and sighs, shaking his head in amusement.

Namjoons engrossed in a philosophical debate with Taehyung and Jin when he spots Jimin and
Yoongi standing at the back of the church, facing towards each other, fingers entwined-

Basically looking like a couple about to get married-

And nope. No. Not gonna happen. No way. No how. Not on Namjoons watch.

Namjoon abruptly leaves the conversation hes having with his family and makes a beeline for
Jimin and Yoongi, slotting himself between the two, steadfastly ignoring the blonde boy and
striking up a conversation with Jimin that has absolutely nothing to do with marriage or
commitment or serious relationships or anything along that vein, really.

DAY FOUR

I swear to all that is holy, Kim Taehyung, if I see you leaning over the side of your gondola one
more time... Jin lets his threat hang in the air, watching in satisfaction as Taehyung shifts himself
back into his seat, expression meek.

On the plus side, Jimin calls out from where hes sitting across from Taehyung, if he falls in,
Ill have more legroom.

Taehyung smirks, Your legs are too short to even need legroom.

Jimin splutters at his brothers comment and crosses his arms over his chest, glowering at
Taehyung.

Jin rolls his eyes at the both of them and tightens his hold on Jungkook when the boy begins
squirming, wanting to get closer to the water on either side of the gondola. He leans into
Namjoons side as they glide through the water and sighs in happiness, content to ignore Jimin
and Taehyungs arguing in the gondola beside theirs in favor of focusing on the thought that hes
in Italy on vacation and relaxation is his #1 priority right now.

Until he hears a splash and Taehyungs panicked shout, and then his relaxation goes right out the
metaphorical window.

Taehyung Namjoon groans, running a hand through his hair. Do I even wanna know what
just fell?

Taehyung looks longingly at the water, My phone.

Youre lucky it was just your phone. Jin pointedly tells him with a shake of his head. It
couldve been you in there.

But my phone! Taehyung loudly laments, sitting back in his seat and sulking. How am I gonna
text Hoseok now?

Jin stares at his son, then at the gondola thats behind theirs holding Yoongi and Hoseok, then
back at Taehyung. Tae, why would you need to text Hoseok? Hes literally thirty feet from you.
Hes too lazy to actually turn his head and shout at Hoseok. Jimin supplies with an eyeroll.
Hed rather just text him.

Says the guy whos texting his own boyfriend right now. Taehyung mutters under his breath,
then looks over at his dad, Can we get me a new phone after this?

Namjoon chuckles, Youll be fine without a phone for the rest of the trip, Tae.

Taehyung gapes at his dad, Uh. No. No I wont be.

Yes you will. Namjoon assures his son. Itll be good for you to not have your phone glued to
your face every two minutes.

Taehyung grunts, This isnt fair.

Taehyung, Jin says, I hate to point out the obvious, but if youd just listened to me earlier to not
lean out of the gondola, youd still have your phone.

Taehyung shoots Jimin a pained look and whispers, Even in another country hes telling me I
told you so.

I heard that Jin pointedly tells his son with a glare. And you should be lucky your dad and I
even let you out of the hotel after we almost got kicked out because of that little stunt you pulled
the other night.

I dont know what the big deal was, Taehyung grouses. They were just water balloons.

That you were tossing off a roof! Jin shouts in exasperation. Honestly, Tae- Sometimes I
wonder if youre actually seventeen

I think he just does it for attention, Jimin says with a laugh, wincing when his brother shoots
him a sharp look and says, Youre one to talk, Mr. Lets-His-Boyfriend-Give-Him-A-Giant-
Hickey-On-A-Family-Trip.

Jimin flushes and sinks lower in his seat.

Lunch is a terse affair.

Yoongi still doesnt know why Jimins dad seemingly has a personal vendetta against him all of a
sudden; Namjoon keeps glaring every time Yoongi so much as breathes near Jimin; Taehyungs
still complaining about his phone; and Jungkook is refusing to eat anything other than ice cream.

Dont want it!

Jin sighs tiredly, setting the piece of chicken back on Jungkooks plate. He sends a pleading look
at Namjoon, and the younger man nods his head, tapping Jungkooks shoulder to get his attention,
Kookie, arent you hungry?

Jungkook nods his head.

So how about you eat some of your lunch? You like chicken, dont you?

Want ice cream, Daddy.

You can have ice cream after you eat some lunch, how about that?
No.

I tried. Namjoon tells Jin with a shrug, going back to watching Jimin and Yoongis every move.

Very helpful, thank you. Jin scowls at his husband, trying to feed Jungkook again. Do you
want some of Mommys fish, Kookie?

No.

What about my pasta? Taehyung offers from across the table, twirling a few strands of spaghetti
on his fork and offering it to his little brother. Its spaghetti- you love spaghetti, Kookie!

Jungkook hesitantly reaches out for the fork, missing it and grabbing the pasta itself, looking it
over before tossing it onto his plate. No! Want ice cream, TaeTae!

Taehyung shakes his head, You cant have ice cream for lunch.

Yes I can! Jungkook argues, sliding out of his booster seat and toddling away from the table,
prompting Jin to shoot out of his own chair and chase after the boy, Jungkook, get back here!

Tae, try this, Hoseok offers a forkful of his food, feeding it to Taehyung with a grin. Good,
right?

Taehyung enthusiastically nods his head, grabbing his fork and stealing more of his boyfriends
lunch. Trade?

Hoseok scoffs, Wha- No way! I just wanted you to try my food- not steal it!

You shouldnt have let me try it, then. Taehyung points out with a shrug. You brought this on
yourself, Hobi.

Hoseok rolls his eyes good-naturedly and switches his and Taehyungs plates, digging into the
younger boys spaghetti while he mourns the loss of his own steak. He looks up from his food at
the sound of footsteps nearing their table and laughs at the sight of Taehyungs mom carrying
Jungkook in his arms- an ice cream cone firmly grasped in the kids hands.

Jimin laughs when Jungkook sits at the table without a fuss and starts licking at his ice cream
cone. Kookie: 1, Mom: 0.

Namjoon is dreading doing this.

Seriously, he doesnt want to do this. Hed much rather pawn this task off to Jin (who is, without a
doubt, the better communicator in their relationship), but Jins being much too nonchalant about
this whole ordeal, so Namjoon cant really trust Jin to take this matter as seriously as it should be
taken.

And it is a serious problem- no matter what Jin continues to tell him to the contrary.

Namjoon had (foolishly) hoped that hed never have to give a talk to one of his sons significant
others, but, well Yoongi needs a harsh talking to.

Because if that kid thinks he can just go ahead and give his son a significant piece of jewelry and
not have Namjoon freak out and overanalyze it, then hes got another thing coming to him.
And, sure, maybe confronting Yoongi about his intentions towards Jimin during their family trip
isnt the best time or place to do this (Namjoon actually cant think of a worse time to do
something like this), but it needs to be done and if Namjoon doesnt get some answers out of
Yoongi soon, hes going to stress the entire week. And, really, after shelling out a ridiculous
amount of money for this trip, Namjoon is not going to waste it by worrying about Min Yoongi
and his plans when it comes to a certain son of his that hes quite fond (also, overprotective) of.

Theyre out shopping when Namjoon finally decides that now is the right time to drag Yoongi
away from the rest of his family while theyre all occupied with other things: Jins trying to talk
Jimin into trying on a sweater vest-

Is your goal in life to make sure I never make any friends?

Youre so overdramatic, Jimin. This would look adorable on you-

You mean stupid. Itd look stupid on me.

Just try it on, let me take a picture and send it to your grandmother. Shes tired of seeing you in
those horrible snapbacks and ripped jeans. You want to make your grandmother happy, dont
you?

your guilt trips are getting old, you know that, right?

Yeah, yeah... Now lift your arms, Jiminie stop fidgeting okay, now smile for your
grandmother!

I hate everything.

Jungkooks holding onto Taehyungs hand as they watch the other people milling about in the
clothing shop-

TaeTae?

Yeah?

Youre fatter than that girl over there.

Wow. Okay. You cant just go around telling people theyre fat, Kookie.

Why not?

Because its rude.

Why?

Because people dont like hearing negative things about themselves, I guess.

But why?

Because they just dont.

Why?

Its like- Youre a big boy, right?

Right!
Well how would you like it if I called you a silly baby instead of a big boy?

Oh, no Jungkookie, its okay, its okay-

Whoa- whyre you crying, Kookie? Whats wrong?

H-Hoosuk! TaeTaes mean!

No! Im not! I was just- Never mind, just dont cry, Kookie- I didnt mean to make you cry...
shhh, calm down

I cant believe you made your little brother cry. For shame

Youre so not helping, Hoseok! Come on, Kookie, I didnt mean it- Im sorry Mom, get over
here! Code red! Code red!

And Yoongis off on his own, browsing the accessories near the back of the shop. Namjoon takes
this as his opportunity to confront the teen and makes his way towards him, settling a hand on his
shoulder, Yoongi, lets have a little chat, okay?

Yoongis eyes widen at the mans words and he feels himself being led outside the shop, wincing
at the harsh sunlight once they leave it. He doesnt know why Jimins dad wants to talk to him
alone, but he cant really think of a good reason as to why this might be happening.

He follows the older man over to an area down the street where therere less people (less people to
witness his murder, maybe?) and he waits for Jimins dad to say something- anything, really,
because this silence stretching between them is a really fucking unnerving.

So

So Yoongi parrots the mans words. Um. You, uh. You wanted to talk to me?

I just thought it was time you and I talked about some things.

Things? Yoongi questions. Like-

Jimin.

Yoongi sucks in a breath at the mention of his boyfriends name and he wordlessly nods his head,
his mouth suddenly too dry to speak.

When you first started dating my son, Namjoon starts, adjusting his sunglasses as he stares at
Yoongi, I wasnt worried.

Um Yoongi tentatively grins, Good?

I honestly didnt think youd be around this long, Yoongi. Namjoon states, You didnt seem to
be Jimins usual type and I was used to seeing his past relationships fizzle out within a few weeks-
a month at the most.

Yoongi keeps his mouth shut at the mans words, nodding his head to show hes listening-
though, to be honest, hed rather he wasnt hearing this. Because this sounds like some big speech
that Jimins dads prepared, and Yoongi wonders just what the fuck he did to warrant this kind of
speech.

But then you stuck around after a month. And then another. And another. Namjoon continues,
crossing his arms over his chest. And I still wasnt worried. Do you know why?

Yoongi swallows around his nervousness at actually being asked a question by the man and
helplessly shrugs a shoulder, guessing, Because you knew Id treat Jimin well?

No.

Oh. Yoongi quietly says. Then I- I guess I dont know why.

Because, for the most part, relationships in high school dont last, Yoongi.

Right. Yoongi agrees, still confused as to where this conversations going. Okay.

Teenagers dont know what they want; especially when it comes to relationships- Namjoon
smiles at Yoongis expressionless face, No offense.

None taken... I guess.

But the past few months, Namjoon tells him, Ive noticed something that does have me
worried.

Yoongi frowns.

You bought my son a ring.

Yoongi cautiously nods his head, I did, yeah. Its a- Um, a promise ring.

So Ive been told.

Is that Yoongi clears his throat, Is that a problem?

Do you think its a problem?

No.

So, Namjoon asks, you think its acceptable behavior to buy my teenage son a ring?

Yoongi opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, steeling his nerves for the mans
reaction to his next words, I do. I- I love your son, Mr. Kim, and I wanted to give Jimin
something that would show my commitment to him-

Your commitment to him?

That Im not going anywhere. Yoongi bravely tells him, voice steadier than he feels inside. Im
gonna be by Jimins side as long as hell have me.

Namjoon purses his lips and takes his sunglasses off, Yoongi-

Mr. Kim, I really dont want you to hate me. Yoongi quickly interrupts before he loses his
nerve. Like, I really want your approval, and I want nothing more than to prove to you that Im
serious about my relationship with Jimin, but Yoongi sighs heavily, shrugging a shoulder, I
dont know what else I can do to show you how much I love him.

Its your intense sense of commitment to Jimin that Im concerned about, Yoongi. Namjoon
admits, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. Ive seen the way
you look at him-

The way I look at him?

Like hes your entire world.

Yoongi flushes, cheeks turning pink. Oh.

The way the two of you act around each other- its too comfortable for high schoolers. Namjoon
says, You act the way married couples do. And that, Yoongi- That concerns me greatly.

Yoongi inhales deeply, exhaling in a shaky breath while asking, Because you dont think Im
good enough to marry your son one day?

Namjoon shakes his head, Because I think youre too ready to marry my son as soon as you
possibly can.

I Yoongi doesnt really know what to say to that because its true. Hes ready to
completely dedicate his life to Jimin- theres not a doubt in his mind about it. Im- Yoongi
swallows nervously, Im not gonna ask Jimin to marry me tomorrow or anything-

Not tomorrow, no. Namjoon agrees. But a year from now? Two years?

If youre asking me if I plan on asking Jimin to marry me in two years, then, yeah, maybe.
Maybe sooner, maybe further down the road, but Yoongi locks eyes with Jimins dad, I am
going to marry your son one day, Mr. Kim. Because I cant imagine my life without him in it- I
dont wanna even think about the possibility of waking up one day and not having Jimin by my
side. Hes my Hes my everything. Like, your son is the reason Im busting my ass to get into a
good school; hes the reason Im so dedicated to getting a good job down the road; he just. He
makes me want to be better at being me, I guess.

Yoongi-

Mr. Kim, you might not have known you wanted to marry your husband when you were my
age, but Im different. I know my future and Jimins in it.

Namjoons quiet for a moment- processing everything Yoongis just said. He finally looks at the
teenager in front of him, Are you finished?

Yoongi winces at the unimpressed look on Jimins dads face, but figures that since hes probably
already signed his own death warrant at this point with everything hes just admitted to the man,
he might as well finish what he wants to say. Almost.

Yoongi-

Look, Yoongi says, tone almost pleading, I get that youre protective over Jimin- I get that
because I am, too. But you dont have to worry about him when hes with me. Id do anything for
him, Mr. Kim. And I just- I really want you to be okay with me dating your son.

Yoongi-

And I know that after Jimin and I broke up, you probably stopped trusting me when it comes to
your son, but youve gotta know that I would never let something like miscommunication get
between Jimin and I again-
Yoongi, stop talking. Namjoon forcefully tells the teen. Dont misunderstand me; I dont
dislike that you two are in love- Im happy that Jimin is happy, but what Im not ecstatic about is
the fact that you two are moving very quickly in your relationship-

We havent had sex yet! Yoongi blurts out before his brain can catch up to his mouth and tell it
that saying that is a very stupid idea; Jimins dad doesnt need to know the specifics of his and
Jimins sex life!

Unfortunately, Namjoon says with a pained expression, I already knew that.

Yoongi hangs his head in embarrassment, wanting the floor to swallow him up right now, thanks,
because he so doesnt wanna have to make any sort of eye-contact with Jimins dad ever again
after that comment. He rubs his sweaty palms on the shorts hes wearing and mumbles, Can we
forget I just said that?

Namjoon nods his head, That would be for the best, yes.

Yoongi exhales in relief. Great.

Namjoons silent for a moment as he looks Yoongi over. Do you think youre good enough for
my son, Yoongi?

Mommy! Jins eyes widen as he sees Jungkook running towards him with something clutched
tightly in his fingers, Taehyung and Hoseok slowly trailing behind him. Mommy! Mommy!
Look!

Whatve you got there, Kookie? Jin asks, trying to see just what Jungkook has. It looks a bit
like a costume? Is that a-

Dragon! Jungkook shouts out, holding the outfit up for his mom to see. TaeTae found it!

Jin takes the dragon costume from Jungkook and inspects it- bright blue, horns, wings, adorable-
Whered you find this, Tae?

Taehyung shrugs a shoulder as he points towards the back of the store, Theres a Halloween
section over there.

Halloween?

And Christmas. Hoseok adds. We found a reindeer outfit, too. But Jungkook liked the dragon
better.

Mommy, buy it? Jungkook asks, tugging on his moms pant leg. Please? Please? Ill love you
forever!

Mom!

Jin startles at Jimins abrupt appearance at his side, You nearly gave me a heart attack, Jiminie!

Sorry, but have you seen Yoongi? Or Dad?

Jin takes a quick look around the store and shakes his head, Maybe they went outside for some
fresh air?

Jimin narrows his eyes, Dads been acting, like, super weird and protective lately.
Jimin narrows his eyes, Dads been acting, like, super weird and protective lately.

Jin nods knowingly, He finally noticed your promise ring-

Jimin pales at that. Ive gotta find them before Dad kills Yoongi.

Jin snorts at his sons melodramatic comment. Your dad isnt going to kill Yoongi-

Cant take that chance, Mom! Jimin calls over his shoulder as he sprints out of the shop.

Teenagers, Jin sighs, looking down at where Jungkooks now happily playing on the floor with
the dragon costume. So dramatic. Am I right, Kookie?

Jungkook sagely nods his head, So dramramtick.

Yoongi swallows around the lump in his throat at the mans question: Do you think youre good
enough for my son? I-

Dad!

Namjoon and Yoongi both turn to see Jimin running towards them, skidding to a stop a moment
later. Stop- Jimin stops speaking and holds a finger up, taking a deep breath to get some air back
into his lungs after having just ran the entire way over to them. Stop interrogating my boyfriend!

Yoongis eyes widen at Jimins words and he pats the younger boy on his back, Hes not
interrogating me-

Liar. Jimin pants, taking another deep breath. He knows about the promise ring!

Jiminie, Namjoon says as he puts his arm around his sons shoulders, not every conversation I
have with your boyfriend is a bad thing. I was just offering Yoongi my thoughts on some things,
thats all.

Jimin narrows his eyes at his dad, shifting his gaze to look at Yoongi, Were you really just
talking? He wasnt giving you the fifth degree about our relationship?

Its the, uh, the third degree, and no, we were just clearing up a few things between us. Yoongi
assures Jimin- and its not a lie; its not. He and Jimins dad were just talking intensely and
somewhat one-sidedly. But he doesnt feel like the older mans out of line for asking him these
types of questions or voicing his concerns- Hell, Yoongi would do the same himself if he were in
the same position as Jimins dad. Really, Jimin, everythings cool.

Jimin purses his lips, looking between the two other men and finally nods his head. Alright. If
you say so

Lets head back to the others, Namjoon proposes, leading Jimin and Yoongi back down the
street towards the clothing shop. Then well get dinner.

As they reach the shop and Jimin disappears inside, Yoongi turns to look at Namjoon, saying,
The answer to your question is no; I dont think Im good enough for Jimin. But, I mean- Im not
sure if anyone could ever be good enough for him.

DAY FIVE
Jimin!

Jimin raises an eyebrow as his dad not-so-stealthily beckons him over. He slowly walks over,
assuring Yoongi that hell be right back, before his dad grabs his arm and yanks him behind a
display of postcards.

Um Hey, Dad. Jimin hesitantly greets his dad. Whats, uh. Whats up? You look a bit
frazzled. He watches his dad cast worried glances around the two of them, as if expecting
someone to pop up at any moment. Youre acting really weird.

Namjoon ignores Jimins remark and whispers, I need your help, Jiminie.

Jimin blinks in surprise; his dad asking him for help isnt really something hes used to; its always
the other way around. Okay. Yeah, sure. Anything.

Namjoon ushers his son even closer and whispers into his ear, pulling back and locking eyes with
his son. You got it?

Jimin grins, nodding his head. Got it.

We should have a family dinner tomorrow night.

Jin bounces Jungkook on his lap, staring in perplexity at Jimins suggestion as they wait for the
others to finish taking embarrassingly touristy pictures in front of a fountain. And what weve
been doing the past week is different than that how?

Jimin rolls his eyes, I mean like a fancy dinner or something. Yknow, like we could all wear
suits, order expensive food-

I dont think either of your brothers or Yoongi or Hoseok would enjoy that. Jin gently tells his
son. Plus, he adds as an afterthought, I highly doubt anyone brought a suit, Jiminie.

I did. Jimin points out. And we could rent suits for everyone else.

Jin frowns at Jimin and presses the back of his hand against his forehead, Are you feeling okay,
sweetie?

Jimin bats his moms hand away. Im fine- I just thought itd be a nice way to end the trip, he
mutters with a shrug, scuffing his shoe against the ground. Whatever, just forget it.

Jin sighs at Jimins dejected look. Its just a lot of work, Jimin. Wed have to get everyone dressy
clothes, get reservations on short notice, and-

But its doable, yeah? Jimin interrupts with a hopeful expression that Jin cant bring himself to
wipe off his sons face, ending with him tentatively agreeing with Jimins plan, As long as your
dad agrees-

Ill go ask him now! Jimin bounds away, running up to where his dads posing embarrassingly
with Hoseok and Taehyung in front of the fountain and, a few seconds later, shooting his mom a
wide grin and a thumbs up.

Well, Kookie, Jin sighs, brushing his fingers through Jungkooks hair, how do you feel about
wearing a suit?
Jungkook cranes his neck to stare at his mom and mirrors the mans expression, Wanna be a
dragon, Mommy.

Jin chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of Jungkooks head. You cant wear your dragon costume
to a fancy restaurant.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, Why?

Because your costumes for playing in at home, sweetie. Well be going to a restaurant- you need
to dress properly there.

But, Jungkook shifts in his moms lap so hes facing the man. But maybe- Maybe I can wear
my dragon costume?

Wont you feel left out if your brothers get to wear suits and you dont?

No. Jungkook answers with a simple shake of his head. Dont wanna wear a suit. Wanna be a
dragon. Why cant- Why- Why cant I be a dragon?

Its just not really dinner-appropriate attire.

Jungkook scrunches his face up in confusion, Whats that mean?

It means that people dont generally wear dragon costumes to dinner, Kookie. Jin patiently
explains, Youre supposed to wear nice clothes to a restaurant.

My dragon is nice! Jungkook quickly defends his costume. Its blue! Blue is nice! And it has a
tail! And wings! Those are nice, too, right, Mommy? Right?

Jin smiles at Jungkooks enthusiasm and decides to hell with it- honestly, he highly doubts anyone
will care too much if a toddler wears a dragon costume to dinner. And if its going to make
Jungkook happy and not throw a tantrum about having to wear a suit, then Jin cant find a single
fault with this plan.

Alright, Jin pokes Jungkooks nose, you win. You can be a dragon at dinner tomorrow night.

DAY SIX

Dress nicely.

I always dress nicely. Jin responds with a huff. Are you worried Im gonna dress like a hobo or
something?

Namjoon chuckles, No, but-

Then stop micromanaging me and let me get dressed in peace.

Namjoon holds up his hands in defense and lets his husband pick out his outfit. Do you want me
to dress Jungkook?

No! Jungkook shakes his head at his dads question, running over to his mom and grabbing
onto his leg. Want Mommy!

Why dont you just wait down in the lobby with the kids, Namjoon? Jin absently asks, picking
Jungkook up and setting him on the bed. Well meet you down there in a few.
Fine, fine. Namjoon says, I can see when Im not wanted.

Good, Im glad you can see that. Jin responds with a cheeky grin, laughing at the look of
indignation on Namjoons face. Im joking, Joonie. Now go make sure our children arent
destroying the lobby.

Everythings coming together smoothly-

Well. Smoothly might not be the best word.

Smoothly would imply that things are going according to plan, and theyre not.

Tae, Namjoon stares in dismay at his son, what, uh, whatre you wearing?

Namjoon regards Taehyungs plaid patterned abomination of a suit and exhales tiredly. He
shouldve never let Taehyung go and buy his own suit while he helped Yoongi and Hoseok pick
their own yesterday because the result was a plaid suit, and Namjoon was under the impression
that Italy was one of the fashion capitals of the world, but apparently Taehyung found the one
clothing shop in the entire country that sells hideous suits.

A suit. Taehyung slowly answers, staring at his dad like hes lost his mind for even asking a
question like that. Its cool, right? I dont know what the guy in the shop was saying, but he
looked really excited when I took it to the cash register; he kept thanking me over and over for
buying it.

He was probably overjoyed that somebody wanted to buy that monstrosity, Namjoon thinks to
himself, but forces a smile on his face at Taehyungs words. Its definitely different.

I cant wait for Jimin to see it, Taehyung says with a wide grin. Hes gonna be so jealous!

Namjoon pats his son on the shoulder, I bet. he lies, trying to ignore the stares coming from the
other people around them in the hotel lobby who are no doubt staring at Taehyungs fashion
statement.

Which- Fine. Its fine. If Taehyung wants to wear that, then Namjoon isnt going to tell him not to.
Because tonight is going to go off without a hitch, and itll be wonderful, and everything else is
going to go according to plan-

Daddy!

Namjoon smiles at Jungkook as he comes shooting out of the elevator and into his waiting arms,
then nearly groans when he actually takes note of what his son is wearing-

Why is Jungkook dressed as a dragon?

Jin grins at Jungkook and pats the top of his head where two horns stick straight up. He wanted
to wear it.

And you had no objections to this? Namjoon asks with dubious expression. Were going to
a really nice restaurant for dinner and our sons dressed up as a mythological creature.

And?

And I figured youd buy him a cute, little suit.

He didnt want to wear a suit, Namjoon. Jin tells him, And I wasnt about to tell Kookie that he
couldnt wear something he loved.

Im fairly certain theres a dress-code at the restaurant.

Jin quirks an eyebrow, I doubt they have a no-dragons policy.

Jin-

Besides, Jin continues, I cant believe youre complaining about Jungkooks outfit when you
bought Tae a suit that looks like it was once used as the fabric for a couch.

I did not buy that- He chose it himself.

Jin tsks, Thats even worse, Namjoon. Honestly. Letting Taehyung go shopping for his own suit
was a mistake on your part. Youve got nobody to blame but yourself.

Namjoon watches Jin walk away, grousing to himself, How did this turn into being my fault?

After two wrong turns, a quick stop to refuel the taxi, and another wrong turn, they finally arrive
at the address Namjoon had rattled off to the driver before hopping in his own taxi and speeding
off ahead of them.

Jin tilts his head to the side in confusion as the taxi comes to a stop in front of large, wrought iron
gate, twisted ivy encircling the entire thing. He hesitantly gets out of the car after paying the
driver, wondering if Namjoon had given the driver the wrong directions before theyd parted
ways.

After looking around for a second, Jin shakes his head at the driver, hoping the man will
understand that this isnt the correct location by his hand gestures and repeated use of the words
wrong, bad, and no. To his dismay, the man begins speaking a mile a minute in Italian, pointing at
the gate and gesturing for Jin to walk through it.

Before Jin can even contemplate having the driver take them somewhere else (like the actual
restaurant Jin was under the impression they were going to), the taxi speeds off, leaving them,
well, stranded for lack of a better word.

This is nice. Hoseok comments, ever the optimist. Are the others coming soon?

Jin passes Jungkook off to Yoongi so he can dig his cellphone out of his jacket pocket, sighing in
annoyance when he sees there isnt any cell reception out here.

No service? Yoongi guesses as Jin shoves his phone back in his pocket.

No service. Jin echoes, letting out a longsuffering sigh. He internally groans at the thought of
having to walk to the nearest gas station to find a working phone- the last of which he saw nearly
thirty minutes ago while driving.

Theres a building! Hoseok points at the grounds beyond the gate. Maybe theres a phone in
there?

Jin walks over to where Hoseoks staring and spots the building in the distance; therere lights on
inside, so at least theres power there, and to be perfectly honest, having one of the boys climbing
over a gate is preferable to walking for over an hour to the nearest gas station. Which one of you
wants to climb over the gate and see if theyve got a landline?

Hoseok immediately goes to do just that, placing his hands on the gate in preparation to hoist
himself up and crying out in surprise when it starts to swing open from his movements. He
chuckles, Guess we shouldve checked to see if it was locked first, huh?

Jin thinks there are definitely worse places to be stranded than a beautiful, lush garden filled with
flowers, a small fountain a ways away, large trees that he imagines offer shade during the day, and
statues littered here and there- Jin wonders if this place is open to the public or if its someones
private property. He really hopes the people inside the house arent too upset that hes intruding on
their gorgeous land.

But as wonderful as the view is with the sun having now set in the background, the wind softly
blowing through the trees and the stars barely illuminating the night sky, Jin just really wants to
get back to civilization and reconnect with the rest of his family.

And eat dinner. Because hes so hungry right now that hes contemplating eating a plant, and by
the way Hoseoks eyeing them, too, hes clearly not the only one thinking along those lines.

Theyre nearly at the house when they come upon a clearing and Jin blinks in surprise, stopping
dead in his tracks as he sees trees with fairy lights strung throughout the branches; a pathway to
the middle of the clearing lit up on either side; paper lanterns floating in a nearby pond; and
Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung (and some man Jin has no idea the identity of) just standing there
in front of them

Took you long enough to get here. Jimin tells his mom, Yoongi, and Hoseok, leading them all
closer to an archway in the middle of the clearing where his dads standing. Dads been freaking
out- he thought you got lost or something.

Jin splutters as Jimin takes Jungkook from him, Jimin-

Go on, Dads waiting.

Jins still completely confused as to whats happening as he makes his way over to Namjoon,
What-

So, Namjoon says with a wry grin, this obviously isnt a restaurant.

Obviously. Jin repeats with a frown. I mean, this place is beautiful and all, but why are we
here? He subtly nods his head at the stranger standing behind Namjoon and whispers, And
whos that guy?

Namjoon ignores Jins questions and smiles at his husband, Jin, how long have we been
married?

Jin scowls at Namjoon, I certainly hope that was a rhetorical question, Namjoon, because if you
dont know how long weve been married-

Ten years. Namjoon quickly reassures the man, rolling his eyes in amusement. Ten wonderful,
love-filled years.

Jin smiles as he shrugs a shoulder, Give or take a few moments here and there.
Namjoon places his finger against Jins lips, Shush for a moment.

Jin sighs, but nods nevertheless.

Weve been married for ten years- a decade. And throughout those ten years, Ive fallen deeper
in love with you every single day. Namjoon rubs his thumb against the back of Jins hand, I
never could have imagined that I would ever be this happy in my life- that one person could make
my day brighter with just a simple smile-

Namjoon-

Theres never been a single doubt in my mind that I want to spend my entire life with you. The
good, the bad, the wonderful, the crazy- I want to spend it all with you, Jin.

And you will. Jin promises him. Im not going anywhere.

So, then, Namjoon uncertainly asks, Would you agree to marry me? Again? In front of our
family?

Jin smiles in confusion, You want to renew our vows?

Namjoon nods, I want to show you that Im still committed to our relationship- no matter what
might happen in the future, Ill be by your side.

We dont need to renew our vows for me to know that, Namjoon. Jin softly tells him, cupping
his cheek. I know how you feel about me.

I know, Namjoon says, but this is also a chance for me to give you a better ceremony than last
time.

Jin chuckles at the memory of their wedding- Jimin and Taehyung, five years old, both running
around hyped up on sugar from mauling the wedding cake before the actual ceremony even took
place; Namjoons tuxedo being too small in both his arms and legs; and the band theyd hired not
even showing up for the reception to name but a few mishaps on their wedding day all those years
ago.

You deserve a new memory thats as beautiful as you are. Namjoon earnestly tells him. So,
what do you say?

Jin snorts as he hears both Jimin and Taehyung fake-retching in the background at their dads
declaration. He turns around to stare at his sons, You two were in on this, werent you?

Taehyung and Jimin both nod their heads in perfect synchronicity.

And you two? Jin turns to face Hoseok and Yoongi, Were you both supposed to lead me here
after we supposedly got lost tonight?

Yoongi shakes his head, shooting a scowl in Jimins direction, Uh, no. We thought we were lost,
too.

And that guys a minister, isnt he? Jin asks Namjoon, gesturing to the stranger. You planned
this out to the last detail, didnt you?

Absolutely. Namjoon smiles, So?

Jin pretends to think about it for a moment, then smiles widely when his husband shoots him a
concerned look- like hes actually worried Jin will say no. Of course I want to, Namjoonie.

Namjoon visibly relaxes, shoulders slumping down in relief. He exchanges a few words with the
minister and turns to face Jin, Ready?

Always.

When Namjoon had envisioned this moment in his mind, it was different.

Not that this is bad by any means, but well he didnt really count on Taehyung being dressed
as a fashion victim; Jungkook wearing a dragon costume; Yoongi and Jimin staring at each other
with hearts in their eyes during the entire ceremony (fine, maybe he did count on that); or Hoseok
falling into the pond.

And Namjoon realizes that all these little things- these tiny details that he couldnt possibly prepare
for might just make this night even more magical then it wouldve been without them because
even though the night isnt perfect, Namjoon spends it renewing his vows to the one person he
loves more than anything else, in front of their children and their boyfriends, and thats a memory
worth cherishing for years to come.

DAY SEVEN

Mr. Kim? Can I talk to you for a sec?

Namjoons taken aback by Yoongis request, but agrees and leads the young man away from
where Taehyung and Hoseok are cuddling on one of the lobbys couches- patiently waiting for
Jimin, Jin and Jungkook to come down for breakfast before their flight leaves in the afternoon.

Um. I just- I wanted to say Im sorry.

For? Namjoon asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Have you done something that
should warrant an apology?

Yoongi sighs, I mean- Yeah. I, um. The way I spoke to you during our last conversation I was
rude and disrespectful, and I just. Im sorry.

You werent, Yoongi. Namjoon disagrees. You were passionate and assertive. Dont
apologize for being those things when it comes to speaking about your relationship.

Yoongi blinks in surprise. But, he runs a hand through his hair, you dont want me to be those
things.

Namjoon chuckles and rests a hand on Yoongis shoulder, Yoongi, listen to me; I have no
problem with you dating my son-

But you said before-

The only problem I have, Namjoon continues with a pointed look at the teen, with your
relationship is you moving too fast. I dont want you or Jimin regretting any of your actions in the
future. If you two want to get married, Ive been informed by both you and Jin that theres nothing
I can do about it, but I want you to think long and hard about what kind of commitment it takes to
make a marriage work.
 I know-

You dont. Namjoon interrupts with a kind smile. And thats okay. Because youll learn over
the years and when youre ready- really ready, youll know. But I can assure you that Jimin, no
matter how much he loves you, is not ready for that kind of commitment.

I know hes not ready right now. But-

Im not asking you to wait forever, Yoongi. Namjoon tells him. Im just asking you to take
Jimins thoughts and feelings into account. Because two years down the road and you might be
ready to get married, but Jimin might not be, and I want you to be prepared for that very real
possibility.

Yoongi quietly sighs, looking towards the ground as he nods his head. Is that- Um. Is that what
happened with you and Mr. Kim?

Namjoon nods, Jin refused to marry me for years. It didnt stop me from proposing all the time,
but I had to be patient and give him time.

Ill, uh. Yeah. Ill take that into account. Yoongi says after a moment of silence. Does this
mean- Does this mean you dont hate me? Since youre willing to talk to me about this stuff?

Namjoon snorts, shaking his head in amusement, I never hated you- At Yoongis piercing gaze,
Namjoon chuckles, Alright, alright, I might have disliked you very strongly after you and Jimin
broke up, but youre a good kid, Yoongi. And Im glad Jimin has someone looking out for him
when Im not able to.

So Yoongi cautiously grins, Is this kinda like your way of giving our relationship your
blessing or something?

Namjoon ruffles Yoongis hair, My blessing to date Jimin? Sure. But if you want my blessing to
move forward in your relationship youre going to have to work a lot harder for that type of
approval.

Challenge accepted, Mr. Kim.

Chapter End Notes

I missed you guys soo much!!

I hope everyone's doing great and that you guys enjoyed this namjin-centric chapter
^_^
Until next time, cuties <3
Fighting~!
 it's not a phase; it's a lifestyle
Chapter Notes

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Yoongis not used to sharing Jimin. In fact, thats one of the main perks of dating him- that he
doesnt have to share him with anyone else.

Except now, apparently, he does.

And Yoongi is so not on board with this.

So Yoongi narrows his eyes at the cat monopolizing all of his boyfriends attention. This is-

Professor Cuddle Muffins. Jimin finishes for him, scratching said cat behind its ears and cooing
when he starts to purr.

Yoongi grimaces at the name and shakes his head, Yeah, Im not gonna call him that.

Jimin raises an eyebrow, Its his name, Yoongi.

Im just gonna call him Cat. Yoongi states, scooting closer to Jimin on the couch only to have
Cat wedge itself between them- and if Yoongi didnt know any better, hed think Jimins dad
trained this cat to keep as much space as possible between him and Jimin at all times.

Jimin sets his pencil down on the coffee table and levels his boyfriend with an unamused look,
Thats not his name. Youre not gonna call him Cat.

Listen, Sunshine, Yoongi implores the younger boy, its embarrassing to even think of saying
his name- How do you think the cat feels that he has to live with a name like that?

He loves it! Jimin assures his boyfriend, looking down at where Professor Cuddle Muffins is
lying between them. You love your name, dont you, Professor Cuddle Muffins?

All the other animals probably make fun of him, I hope you know that.

Jimin scoffs, Bokshiris too sweet for that and Jungkooks bunny doesnt even have a name yet,
so your argument is invalid and I win.

Yoongi just rolls his eyes at Jimins logic and goes back to reading his chemistry textbook. After a
few minutes of silence he says, Im still not gonna call him that.

If you start calling him Cat, Im gonna call you Human.

Thats a sacrifice Im willing to make.

Youre impossible. Jimin quietly huffs, Youre acting just like my dad, you know that? He
wouldnt let me call Professor Cuddle Muffins Suga-

Uh. Come again?

Suga. I named him Suga.

Yoongi blinks in confusion, And you named your cat after me because?

Because hes old and grumpy and he sleeps, like, twenty hours a day.

Well that paints me in a flattering light, doesnt it? Yoongi mutters. He looks nothing like me.

Hes practically your twin! Jimin exclaims, lifting the cat up to Yoongis face, Hes basically
you in cat form.

Hes too close to my face. Yoongi deadpans, staring at the cat. And hes glaring at me.

Exactly! He glares at everyone! Jimin grins, Just like you do!

I do not-

Jimin scoffs, Please! You glared at the guy at the frozen yogurt stand the other day the entire time
we were there.

Because he was checking you out! Yoongi argues.

He was not! Jimin retorts with a baffled expression. You think anyone who stares at me is
checking me out-

Because they are!

Believe it or not, Jimin tells him, but not everyone is out to steal me from you.

Not everyone, no. Yoongi agrees. But like 99% of people are.

Yoongi-

And now your cat is trying to do the same thing. Yoongi petulantly points out. Hes stealing
you away from me.

Jimin quirks a brow, Hes a cat.

Whos hogging all your attention. Yoongi grouses.

He loves me- Just like you.

I love you more. Yoongi mutters under his breath. And I was here first.

I cant believe youre jealous of my cat. Jimin shakes his head in amusement. He puts his cat
back down between them and leans into Yoongis side, You know, he says, when were all
done school and have a place of our own, Professor Cuddle Muffins is gonna live with us. Hell
be your cat, too.

Yoongis stomach does a few summersaults at Jimin just casually mentioning them living together
someday and he stares down at the cat thats, apparently, just as much his as it is Jimins. So
this is. Like- Its our first pet.

Jimin hums in agreement and Yoongi presses a kiss to the top of his head. Were still not calling
him Professor Cuddle Muffins.

Suga it is, then.

Yoongi nods, Suga it is. He looks down at the cat, You better live up to the name.

Hes already pretty possessive over me. Jimin tells him as the cat climbs onto his lap and begins
to nap. I think thats a good start.

Wheres the kale?

Jin finishes filling up a cup of juice for Jungkook and stares at Taehyung in bewilderment, At the
grocery store?

Taehyung groans, Mom.

Dont mom me, Jin tells him. Why would I buy kale? You and your brother refuse to eat it.

Thats not true-

No? Jin asks with a quirked eyebrow, So the last time I bought it and made a salad for dinner
you didnt end up shoving it into your napkin and flushing it down the toilet to get rid of it?

Taehyungs eyes widen at his moms words and he rubs the back of his neck, I, uh. I dont know
what youre talking about.

Right. Sure. Jin nods, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. So whats with you wanting kale, Tae?

V.

Jin frowns- are they really going back to this nickname again? Tae-

V.

Fine, Jin appeases his son, V, why the sudden interest in kale?

Taehyung shrugs a shoulder, picking at the fringe on his jacket and Jin finally does a double-take
on what his sons actually wearing- a fringe jacket. Where- Uh. Whered you get the jacket?

Taehyung smiles widely at the mention of his jacket and spreads his arms out, spinning to fully
show his mom his jacket, I bought it at that thrift shop in Gangnam. Its cool, right?

Jin wouldnt really consider a jacket with fringe cool, but to each their own, he supposes. And
just what was wrong with the jacket you already own? How many jackets do you need, Tae?

V. Taehyung insists. And that jacket was too new.

Jin doesnt even know how to respond to that.

At his moms questioning look Taehyung elaborates, I wanted something vintage.

You know, Jin muses, tapping his index finger against his chin in thought, I think your dad has
some of his old clothes lying around from when he was an idol- you can go through them if you
want-

Taehyung grimaces, Uh, thats okay. Im more into things like cardigans, old-school suspenders,
that kind of stuff, yknow?

Is your brother gonna jump on this vintage bandwagon with you?

Taehyung shakes his head, Nah, this is my thing.

And should I expect this fashion phase to last about as long as the last ones?

Taehyungs brow creases in confusion, Huh?

Oh, you know, Jin says, like how you and your brother refused to wear anything that wasnt
ripped jeans and those horrible hats-

Snapbacks, Mom. Taehyung enunciates, Snapbacks.

Ugly. Jin fires back with a smirk, chuckling when Taehyung sticks his tongue out at him- the
pinnacle of someone on the verge of adulthood. And there was the phase before that where you
both wore all those gold chains around your necks like two-bit thugs-

Okay, okay, okay! Taehyung holds his hands up to stop his mom from listing all his past
fashion decisions, I get it. But this isnt a phase- its a lifestyle.

A lifestyle, is it? My mistake. Jin inclines his head at his son, Ill get kale the next time Im at
the store, okay? I hope your new lifestyle can wait until tomorrow afternoon.

What am I supposed to eat until then? Taehyung moans as he opens the fridge and stares
listlessly into it. I want kale.

Gross. Jimin says as he walks into the kitchen, bypassing his brother and grabbing a bag of
chips from the pantry. Why would anyone want kale?

Your brothers going through a lifestyle change that involves eating kale. Jin informs Jimin with
a grin. I think its great that hes going to start eating healthier.

Wait a minute, Jimin says, tone suspicious as he stares at his brother with narrowed eyes as the
other boy grabs their moms 100% natural and organic box of muesli (disgusting) made out of
granola and flowers (doubly disgusting)-

And its with sudden clarity that Jimin realizes whats happening here- the large frame glasses; all
of a sudden listening to obscure indie bands that nobodys ever heard of; insisting that he wants to
eat kale; and the other day Jimin heard him telling their dad that hes only gonna drink out of
mason jars now- it all points to Taehyung becoming a hipster.

Jimin grimaces at this newly discovered information and looks at his brother, scrutinizing every
little thing about him. And thats when he actually notices Taehyungs jacket. Whatre you
wearing? He flicks the fringe hanging down Taehyungs new jackets right sleeve, Where did
you even find something that ugly?
I could say the same thing about your face. Taehyung saccharinely tells his brother with a large
smile, dodging the smack Jimin aims at his body with a cackle. Seriously, though, he continues
as he dances out of his brothers reach, is Yoongi blind or does he just not mind dating someone
as ugly-

Youre dead! Jimin charges after his brother, bypassing his mom and Jin just shakes his head in
amusement as Taehyung goads Jimin even more, his boisterous laughter ringing throughout the
house every time Jimin tries to catch him. He absently writes down kale on tomorrows shopping
list and winces when he hears a loud crash coming from the living room.

Whatd you two break?

Taehyung and Jimin poke their heads into the kitchen and grin guiltily. Nothing- Its nothing.
Jimin assures his mom, ducking back into the living room.

Just, um. Just dont come into the living room for a few minutes, okay? Taehyung adds after a
moment of contemplation, We dont have any superglue, do we?

Jin just sighs and rummages through their junk drawer to find a bottle of it, handing it over.

Taehyung quickly thanks him and disappears from sight, returning a minute later, saying, Um,
yeah. The superglue isnt really working, so, like, on a scale of one to grounded forever, how mad
to you think Dads gonna be when he sees his Music Bank trophy missing a few pieces?

Definitely grounded for life. Jin says without missing a beat and Taehyung slowly nods his
head, Right, yeah. Okay, so good thing we didnt, um- Didnt break that then. Just- if you see
Dad looking in the direction of his trophy can you, like- I dunno. Distract him from noticing the
missing pieces and the glue all over it?

Taehyung.

Thanks, Mom; youre the best! Taehyung calls out as he hastily retreats from the kitchen. Jin
follows him, grimacing as his eyes immediately zero in on the now-mangled trophy innocently
perched on top of the bookcase.

Looks good as new, right? Jimin optimistically asks from beside his mom. You cant even tell
its broken.

Jin comfortingly pats his son on his shoulder, You and your brother probably shouldnt make any
plans for the next few weekends, Jiminie.

Oh god, Yoongi mutters upon entering his boyfriends house and spotting Taehyung. Dont
tell me youre a fucking hipster now? he asks, pulling a face while he watches the younger boy
take a selfie of himself and some kind of (no doubt) overpriced drink from Starbucks. Dont
forget to put a pretentious filter on that picture before you post that shit to Instantgram.

Taehyung stares at Yoongi incredulously, Instagram.

Yoongi doesnt actually give two shits what the thing is called, he just knows that its full of the
type of people he cant stand, so he stays as far away from that crap as possible. Whatever.
Wheres Jimin? Im afraid if I hang out with you any longer I might catch whatevers got you
acting like this.

Taehyung just laughs and point upstairs. Jungkooks room. Enjoy babysitting the little tyrant!

Enjoy your overpriced frappe-whataver.

Will do!

Yoongi hears Taehyung leave the house moments later as hes climbing the stairs to Jungkooks
room and enters it only to find it empty. Jimin? Kookie?

In my parents room!

Yoongi hesitantly enters Jimins parents bedroom and finds Jungkook hopping up and down on
the bed, Jimin still nowhere to be found. Hey, Kookie-

Shhhooogah! Jungkooks eyes light up at the sight of him and he stumbles his way off the bed,
wrapping his arms around Yoongis legs. Play with us?

Yoongi nods his head, bending down to pick the boy up. Im gonna play with you all day, kid-

Jungkook gasps, mouth open in shock, Really?!

Yoongi chuckles. Really. I promise. He readjusts Jungkook on his hip, Wheres Jimin?

In here! Jimin calls from the closet, poking his head out a second later and flashing his boyfriend
a grin. Just grabbing some clothes. You wanna be my mom or my dad?

Yoongis taken aback by the question and shrugs helplessly, Uh. Neither?

Jimin walks out of the closet with two outfits, holding them up for Yoongi and Jungkooks
scrutiny. What do think, Kookie? Should Yoongi be the daddy or the mommy?

Yoongis eyes widen as he realizes whats going on. So were playing house, are we?

Jungkook excitedly nods his head and cranes his neck to look at Yoongi, You can be the
mommy, Shhhooogah.

Jimin stifles his laughs as he hands Yoongi one of his moms outfits. Better go change
Mommy.

Pour the tea, Mommy!

Yoongi fumbles with the tiny teapot in his hands and tips it in the direction of Jungkooks cup-
pretending to fill it and then setting it down afterwards. There you go.

Jungkook huffs, You gotta give tea to Daddy!

Jimin holds his plastic teacup and shakes it, Daddy needs tea, too, Mommy.

Stop calling me that. Yoongi grouses under his breath, reaching over and grabbing Jimins cup,
filling it with imaginary tea and placing it back into the younger boys hands. Is it time to drink
our tea now, Kookie?

Jungkook looks at Jimin and sighs loudly, shaking his head, Mommys hopeless, Daddy.

Hey! Whats that supposed to mean?

Jimin laughs, Youve gotta serve everyone cookies and finger sandwiches before we can drink
our tea, Yoongi. He looks at his little brother and ruffles his hair, Its Sugas first tea party,
Kookie. Weve gotta go easy on him, okay?

Kay, Jungkook reluctantly agrees. But hes bad at being the mommy, Jmin.

I think Jimin would make a better mommy, dont you, Kookie? Yoongi proposes with a barely
concealed smirk.

Jungkook eagerly nods his head, Jmins a very good mommy!

Jimin rolls his eyes good-naturedly, Fine, Ill be the mom. But that means whatever I say goes.
Got it?

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, Isnt it the dad whos in charge?

Laughing, Jimin condescendingly pats Yoongi on his arm, Its cute that you think so.

The tea party ends soon after he and Jimin switch roles and Yoongi thinks thats that. Hes done
pretending to be the dad to Jimins mom- except no.

Because, apparently, after playing tea party its time to play house.

Which Yoongi kinda thought they were already playing.

That wasnt house. Jimin tells him as he leads the three of them into the room beside Jungkooks
own, which Yoongi always thought was just a storage room or something, but nope. Apparently it
houses all of Jimin and Taehyungs old toys; Jungkooks large collection of stuffed animals (80%
of which are, unsurprisingly, bunnies); and a mini, plastic make-believe kitchen.

Yoongi watches with fascination as Jungkook speeds over to the little kitchen and drags Jimin
along with him, issuing commands to his older brother for this and that while Jimin follows each
one with a smile, and Yoongis struck with how picturesque this is-

How something like this- It could be his future.

Because, holy shit, Jimin fits into the role of a parent so goddamn easily. He understands
Jungkook on a level that Yoongi just doesnt; he can anticipate the toddlers moods, his wants
everything. And, yeah, sure, that could just be from being Jungkooks older brother, but. Its more
than that.

Jimin is just inherently good with kids. And Yoongi cant stop the smile overtaking his entire face
as he watches his boyfriend pretend to make dinner with Jungkook. Because, fuck. One day, that
could be real.
Youre a better mommy than TaeTae, Jmin.

Hear that? Jimin calls over his shoulder at where his boyfriends just staring at him with a dopey
expression on his face. Im a better mom than Tae. Go me, right?

Yoongi chuckles, nodding his head and sending Jimin a thumbs up, all the while wondering if his
and Jimins own kids will take after his boyfriends unusual habit of calling their dad mom. He
almost hopes so because, fuck it. Jimin would make a really fucking good mom.

Shhhooogah! Jungkook grabs onto his hand and drags him over to Jimin, Daddies have to help
the mommies in the kitchen!

R-Right. Yoongi nods, wandering over and pretending to chop a plastic onion. He cant help
glancing to his right every now and again to watch Jimin pretend to cook dinner while Jungkook
giggles at Yoongis own ineptitude even in a fake kitchen.

Jimin absently taps his pencil against his notebook as his teacher drones on about the newest math
equation theyre learning. He counts down the minutes until lunchtime and practically runs out of
the room when the bell finally rings.

He gleefully grabs his lunch from his locker and meets Yoongi on his way to the cafeteria,
greeting him with a quick kiss on his lips. They make their way to their usual table and sit down
across from Taehyung and Hoseok- who are both eating dishes that look super ostentatious and
expensive and healthy.

Dont tell me you converted Hoseok into being a hipster with you? Yoongi asks Taehyung
disdainfully. He shifts his gaze to Hoseok and grimaces, Do you even know what the fuck
youre eating?

Uh. Quinoa, right, Tae? At Taehyungs nod, Hoseok continues, Apparently it tastes good,
but Hoseok shrugs a shoulder and shovels another forkful into his mouth. I dunno. Im not
really loving this.

You wanna try my food, Hobi? Taehyung offers, holding out his fork with kale attached to it.
Youll like kale.

Stop trying to make him a hipster. Yoongi practically growls at Taehyung. Its embarrassing
enough that youre one now.

Taehyung pointedly stares at Yoongi, Not as embarrassing as when you had pink hair-

Hey! Jimin points a finger in Taehyungs direction, Yoongi looked hot with pink hair. You
look like an idiot with kale hanging out of your mouth.

Yeah, no comparison. Yoongi smugly says, wrapping an arm around Jimins shoulders. Plus
that was for a bet I lost- youre doing this entire fucking thing voluntarily.

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose between his index and middle fingers when he sees
Taehyung and Jimin waltz into the mall and bound over to where he and Hoseok are waiting for
them. The fuck are you wearing?

Excuse me? Jimin asks with narrowed eyes. He stalks up to his boyfriend, Whats that
supposed to mean?

Yoongi rolls his eyes, pulling Jimin in for a kiss. Not you; your brother.

Taehyung looks down at his outfit in confusion at Yoongis statement, Whats wrong with my
clothes?

Hoseok takes Taehyungs hand and kisses the back of it, Nothing. You look great.

Thats not the word I wouldve chosen. Yoongi mutters under his breath as they wander
throughout the mall. I mean, really? A bowtie? Over a plaid shirt? And a beanie? Like, you might
as well just hang a sign around your neck that says unoriginal hipster douchebag on it.

Youre just jealous you cant pull off a bowtie. Taehyung retorts, sticking his tongue out at
Yoongi. Im totally rocking this. He looks at Hoseok and his eyes light up, We should get one
for you, Hobi!

Hoseok isnt really into the hipster trend, but looking at Taehyungs eager face he finds himself
agreeing and being dragged into the nearest store that sells them- and ten minutes later hes the
proud owner of six of them because Taehyung couldnt decide which one would look best on
him. He figures hell wear one once, and then shove them into the back of his closet to never wear
again unless hes going somewhere that actually requires a bowtie.

Which, as much as he loves Taehyung and respects his (sometimes questionable) fashion choices,
is not the mall.

Take that off. Jimin tells his brother as he wanders over to where Taehyungs trying on hats
while Hoseok and Yoongi gawk over the latest sneakers. Like right now.

Taehyung looks at himself in the small mirror near the hat rack, What? Why? Fedoras are in
now, right?

No. Jimin adamantly says. Fedoras are never in. Ever. Like never ever ever.

But-

Jimin grabs the hat off Taehyungs head and puts it back on the rack. Never.

But what if-

Jimin shakes his head, I say this because I love you, but I will literally kick your ass if you ever
think of wearing a fedora, okay?

Taehyung sighs, sadly bidding farewell to the fedora as Jimin drags him away from it.

*
Yoongis officially done with Taehyung and his hipster ways. Because the food court in the mall
is supposed to serve greasy hot dogs, burgers, and pizza; not whatever it is that Taehyungs got on
his tray. What the fuck are you eating?

Taehyung looks down at his food, Uh, a matcha green tea smoothie, deep fried pickles and a
maple-bacon donut.

Looks good. Hoseok tells his boyfriend, digging into his own meal and offering Taehyung a
bite of his burger, Wanna try?

Taehyung shakes his head, Im only eating vegan foods from now on.

Oh my god. Yoongi mutters under his breath. Youre so fucking pretentious it literally hurts.

I dunno, that donut looks pretty good. Jimin states, staring at Taehyungs donut. Can I have a
bite?

No! Yoongi slaps Jimins hand away from Taehyungs food. Thats what he wants, Jimin!

Its what I want. Jimin corrects. Youre acting crazy.

Yoongi scowls, If you try that donut, then the next thing you know youll be wearing scarves
and sweater vests and- Just- I cant deal with dating a fucking hipster, Jimin; dont make me do
that. Please.

Jimin laughs, holding his hands up in surrender, Fine, you win. I wont try the donut, weirdo.

Theyre in some random store that Yoongi would never step foot into on his own (but apparently
Taehyung wants cufflinks of all things) when he overhears a group of people laughing loudly.

Yoongis generally not someone who gives a fuck about what other people think or do, but when
he lazily turns his head to see a gaggle of annoying teenagers pointing at Taehyung and laughing-
well.

Thats just not okay.

Because its one thing for him to make fun of Taehyungs stupid fucking bowtie and general
hipster look, but other people?

No.

Not a chance do they get to make Taehyung feel inferior for the dumb clothes hes wearing.
Thats Yoongis job- not theirs.

Without thinking about it, Yoongi marches over to where Taehyungs trying to ignore the
comments of the group and shoves the guy whos in the middle of spewing out an insult. Back
off. he bites out, crossing his arms over his chest when the guy he shoved looms over him- which
is just. Its not fair that Yoongis unable to physically intimidate people with his height because he
has a feeling hed be really fucking good at it.

Who the fuck are you? the guy demands with a sneer. You his boyfriend or some shit?
Yoongi, lets just go, Taehyung tells him, tugging on the older boys arm only to have Yoongi
forcefully shake his head, Were not going anywhere. These assholes are gonna apologize to
you-

You want us to apologize? Someone in the group barks out a laugh, Not gonna happen, man.

Yoongi would really like to say that he handles the situation like an adult, but. No. He handles it
like a hot-headed teenager and throws the first punch. And then the second and third.

Things escalate quickly when Hoseok joins in as soon as he spots his boyfriend and best friend
fighting, which leads to Jimin jumping in as well, and eight minutes later (a split lip on Hoseoks
end and Jimin sporting a black eye) all of them have officially been banned from the mall for six
months for fighting.

So, uh, Jimin says as theyre walking back to Yoongis car. Why exactly were we fighting?

They were making fun of Taehyung. Yoongi answers, shrugging at the incredulous look Jimin
gives him. What?

You make fun of him all the time!

Im allowed to do it because were practically family. Yoongi states, sending Taehyung a small
smile, But anyone else tries to pull that shit and Ill beat their ass.

Taehyung grins, mouthing thanks at Yoongi before piling into the backseat beside Hoseok.

You feeling okay? No internal bleeding or anything? Hoseok asks his boyfriend, fussing over
him. We can go to the hospital if you need-

Taehyung laughs, Im fine, Hobi- really.

Hoseok gives Taehyung a pointed look.

I mean- Im used to people thinking I dress weird. Or act weird. So this wasnt really anything
new. Taehyung explains. He looks at Yoongi as the older boy drives starts the car, Im just
surprised you thought it was worth getting into a fight over.

Like I said, you guys are my family. Yoongi plainly tells them, pulling out of the malls parking
lot. I wouldve done the same for Hoseok or Jimin.

Such a softie. Jimin wistfully says from the front seat, laughing at the look of indignation on his
boyfriends face.

A softie? Yoongi raises a brow. Did you not see me beat that guy up? He was twice my size!

A softie with a mean right hook, I mean. Jimin amends with a smile.

Yoongi nods in approval. Damn right.

So. Seriously. Jimin says as he barges into Taehyungs room and situates himself on his bed
beside Bokshiri. Whats up with this whole hipster thing? Do I need to do stage an intervention
or something? Because this isnt you. Like, at all.

I just thought itd be cool. Taehyung defends himself, shutting his laptop and turning to face
Jimin. Plus he trails off and shrugs. I dunno. I- Its- Never mind.

Come on, Tae. Tell me. At Taehyungs continuous silence, Jimin reaches over and starts poking
him in the leg and pouting, Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meeeeeeeee-

Taehyung finally cracks and laughs at his brothers whining, Fine, fine- Its. Like- You know
how I went to watch Hoseoks dance competition the other week?

Jimin frowns, not seeing the connection here. Yeah?

Okay, well, he introduced me to a bunch of his old friends he used to dance with and they were
all so cool and older and- They- I- They all kinda sorta dress like this. And I just wanted to
act like them, yknow? Taehyung admits, not looking at Jimin anymore, but at the floor. I
wanted to I dunno. To fit in with Hobis friends, I guess.

Taehyungs just waiting for his brother to laugh at him when instead he feels a stuffed animal
whack him in the face. Youre stupid, you know that, right?

Uh-

Who cares if you fit in with his friends? Jimin asks. You think I fit in with Yoongis friends?

Does Yoongi even have any friends? Taehyung cant help but to ask with a smirk, dodging the
next stuffed animal that flies at his face. It seems like he only ever hangs out with you.

He has friends! Jimin defends his boyfriend with a huff. Hes not a loser like-

You? Taehyung cant help but finish the sentence, giggling when Jimin flips him off. Sorry;
couldnt resist.

I was gonna say you, but whatever. Point is, Jimin continues, is that I dont fit in with Yoongis
friends. Like, if I hang out with them, they usually just talk about basketball or baseball or soccer-
or any sport that involves a ball, really. And I just kinda tune it all out while smiling and nodding
every now and again.

Taehyung sits up straighter and pushes his hair out of his face. He sighs, Doesnt that make you
feel left out, though? Because, like, when I was hanging out with Hobis friends and they were
talking about how much better organic food is for your body and how it helps with dancing and
stuff like that- I just. I didnt know what to say.

Just smile and nod. Jimin tells him with a grin. Nobody wants you to change who you are,
Tae.

What if-

Jimin shakes his head, No what ifs.

Yeah, but what if-

Uh uh. No what ifs.

Fine. Taehyung slumps down in his seat and sighs. Ill stop being a hipster.

You dont have to stop being one if its what you actually wanna be, Jimin eventually says.
But- Tae, we both know you dont wanna eat vegan or organic foods. I mean, come on.

Taehyung ducks his head to hide the smile on his face. Theyre not that bad.

Jimin pointedly stares at his brother, You do realize that if you stick to this whole vegan/organic
thing that you wont be able to eat fast food anymore, right? Say goodbye to Burger King.

Taehyung snaps his head up, eyes wide in shock. I never thought of that! I- This- Okay. Maybe
Im not ready to give up Burger King yet.

Thats what I thought. Jimin smugly says. To celebrate your escape from the clutches of the
hipster lifestyle, why dont we throw out all your cufflinks and bowties?

Only if were throwing out all your bucket hats, too.

Deal- Wait What? Jimin splutters at Taehyungs request, trailing after him as just laughs in
response. Whats wrong with my bucket hats?

Just grab em.

Jimin sighs, Fine. Ill sacrifice my very stylish hats if it means getting rid of your stuff.

Taehyung laughs, Trust me, the world appreciates that sacrifice.

Namjoons just walked in the front door when Taehyung walks past him, calling out a quick Hi,
Dad. Bye, Dad over his shoulder as he and Jimin carry a plethora of different clothing items to
the garage. Hey, whatre you two doing with those clothes- and theyre gone. Namjoon lamely
finishes as his sons shut the door behind them, cutting him off mid-sentence.

I probably dont even want to know, he mutters to himself as he wanders into the kitchen where
he can smell dinner cooking. He leans against the counter and watches Jin flit about the room,
adding this and that to the pot of noodles on the stove, So.

Jin jumps in surprise at hearing Namjoons voice coming from behind him and grins, turning
around and kissing his husband in greeting before going back to cooking, How was work?

It was good. he answers, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and taking a sip before
staring at Jin, So, did I Did I just see our son wearing a fringe jacket?

Jin doesnt even bother looking up from the frying pan, Most likely.

Did you buy that for him?

Certainly not. Jin says, reaching behind Namjoon for the salt. He went to a thrift shop the other
day-
A thrift shop?

Jin shrugs at Namjoons confused expression, Its a new thing to do, apparently. Vintage clothes
are in right now.

Namjoon nods, At least well save money when it comes to buying Taes clothes if theyre all
second hand.

Jin condescendingly pats Namjoons hand as he chuckles, Hes been going thrift shopping in
Gangnam, Joonie. I think its safe to say that this new fad is costing you more than buying him
new clothes.

Our children are going to drive us into the poor house, I hope you know that.

Probably, Jin answers with a grin, but at least our kidsll be the most fashionable ones in the
poor house.

Always looking for that silver lining, huh? Namjoon says around a mouthful of noodles hes
stolen from the pot. He lets Jin push him away from their unfinished supper with a chuckle, his
brow creasing when he sees Jimin and Taehyung walking past him and Jin- the latter of the two
wearing only his boxers. Taehyung?

Taehyung stops in his tracks and stares at his dad, Whats up?

I feel like I shouldnt even have to ask this, but whered your clothes go, kiddo?

Jin spins around to see what Namjoons talking about and he sighs in exasperation, Taehyung,
for goodness sakes, why are you in your boxers?

Not important. Taehyung answers with a grin. He looks at his mom, What is important is that
you stop buying kale, Mom.

Jin tilts his head to the side in confusion, You told me the other day that you wanted me to buy
kale for you.

Change of plans. Taehyung declares, Buy super unhealthy stuff from now on, okay? Im back
to eating junk food.

Jin just shakes his head and shoos Taehyung out of the kitchen, Just go put some clothes on.

Its an unspoken rule between Jimin and Taehyung that they dont talk about their pasts with
anyone but each other. Until Jimin starts dating Yoongi, that is. Because once Jimin falls stupidly
in love with Yoongi, he tells him everything- good and bad alike about growing up in a youth
home and being passed over by families time and time again until his parents decided to adopt him
all those years ago.

And after Jimin tells Yoongi everything, thats that; Yoongi knows not to talk about Jimins past-
especially when the younger boy isnt even there.

Does Jimin talk to you about before?

Yoongi doesnt bother looking up from his textbook as he chews on the cap from his pen, trying
to memorise everything he can about the Battle of Osan before his test on it tomorrow afternoon.
Hes almost completely forgotten about Hoseoks presence until the other boy throws a rolled up
ball of paper at his head, causing him to look up with narrowed eyes, biting out, What?

Jimin, Hoseok repeats with a frustrated expression, does he talk to you about before?

Yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes at a question that makes exactly zero sense. Before what?

Like, yknow, Hoseok shrugs, before he was adopted.

Oh, Yoongi goes back to his notes, no. Not, uh. Not really.

At all?

I mean, I know about it, Yoongi rephrases, but its not- Its not something he likes to talk
about. So we dont.

Hoseoks quiet for a moment, seemingly contemplating something that Yoongi doesnt really give
a fuck about; hes just thankful for the peace and quiet so he can go back to studying without the
boys incessant chattering-

Taehyung doesnt.

Yoongi sighs heavily and sets his pen down, closing his textbook and giving Hoseok his
undivided attention- So long, Battle of Osan; hello a big fat F on his history test tomorrow.
Taehyung doesnt what?

Talk about his past. Hoseok clarifies, practically whining at this point and Yoongi just stares on
impassively as he continues to talk, He just- Every time I ask him about it, he just changes the
subject.

Why do you wanna know about it? Yoongi asks.

Hoseok exhales, shrugging, I- Ive told Tae pretty much everything about my life, so it just
seems, like- I dont know. Like maybe he doesnt trust me enough to tell me-

Yoongi cant resist it anymore- he rolls his eyes and shakes his head for added effect, Its got
nothing to do about him trusting you. And if you actually believe that then youre an idiot.

He drums his fingers on the tables surface, So what is it, then?

I dont know, man. Yoongi tells him, With Jimin, he doesnt like talking about it because
theyre painful memories. So maybe its the same with Taehyung.

Maybe. Hoseok quietly agrees, looking just as dejected as he did when the conversation started.
Maybe he just doesnt think Id understand or something-

You wouldnt. Yoongi bluntly tells him, holding his hand up to stop Hoseoks protests. You
can sympathize, sure. But, like, you wouldnt fully understand what he went through. Same with
me and Jimin; Ill never be able to understand what he feels when he thinks about his time in his
group home, yknow? You and I grew up with parents who loved us, Hoseok- Taehyung and
Jimin didnt.
Hoseok nods, I get that, but-

Hell tell you when hes ready. Yoongi opens his book again and goes back to his notes. Just
wait for him to come to you.

Jimin grunts as Taehyungs elbow connects with his side. He repositions himself on the hammock
so that Jungkooks between the two of them- hes pretty sure his brother will be more careful with
his gangly limbs if its Jungkook wholl get hit and not him.

TaeTae?

Taehyung hums in response and Jungkook points up at the night sky, Did- Did Hoosuk really
buy you one of those?

Taehyung grins, nodding happily as he grabs Jungkooks finger and points it to where hes about
90% sure his star is (give him a break, okay? His memory isnt perfect and thats the general area
his stars in), Yep, thats it there, Kookie.

I want one!

Jimin chuckles, Maybe one day someonell buy one for you.

I want one now. Jungkook pouts, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff and Taehyung
laughs, ruffling the boys hair, You can have the one beside mine and Hoseoks, okay?

Really? Jungkooks eyes light up and he shuffles around in the hammock, shifting until hes
sitting on his knees and staring at the sky in awe. He beams at Jimin, Jmin! TaeTae says I can
have that one!

Jimin smiles, Well arent you lucky, Kookie?

Arent you cold out here?

Taehyung looks at where his mom and dad are walking across the backyard towards them and
shakes his head, Its warm out tonight.

Even so, Jin says as he drapes the blanket hed brought with him over his sons. I dont want
you catching a cold.

You having fun with your brothers, Kookie?

Jungkook happily nods his head at his dads question. He points at the sky, TaeTae says thats
my star, Daddy!

Tae said hes gonna buy it for him. Jimin pointedly looks at his dad, With your credit card, of
course.

Namjoon doesnt even bat an eyelash. He loops an arm around Jins shoulders, Maybe we
should all get stars-
Taehyung shakes his head, No, no, no, no. This is my thing.

Your thing? Jin dubiously asks. I dont think you have a monopoly on buying stars, Tae.

Taehyung stares in disbelief at his parents, Its my romantic thing with Hoseok. Please dont
make it a weird family thing.

Namjoon laughs, Fine. He leans over Jimin and grabs Jungkook out of the hammock, Come
on, Kookie; time for bed.

Dont stay up too late, okay? Jin calls out as he and Namjoon head back inside, the backdoor
shutting and leaving Taehyung and Jimin in silence.

Do you ever Jimin trails off, unsure how to phrase his question. He looks at his brothers
questioning gaze, Like, I dunno. Do you ever think about your birth parents? Like, meeting
them?

Taehyungs perpetual smile is wiped off his face in an instant and he scowls. Nope.

Jimin shifts further underneath the blanket and stares into the sky, Why not?

Why would I wanna meet the people who gave me up? Taehyung fires back, crossing his arms
over his chest. Why would I waste my time thinking about them?

Jimin shrugs a shoulder, I dont know Ive just- I dunno. Ive been thinking wondering,
yknow? Like, he runs a hand through his hair, what kind of people gave me up, who were
they-

Assholes.

Jimins eyes widen at Taehyungs response, Tae-

Taehyung flips onto his side to look at his brother, Jimin, the people who gave both of us up are
assholes. End of story.

Maybe they didnt have a choice? Jimin quietly muses.

Taehyung scoffs, What, was someone holding a gun to my birth mothers head and told her if
she didnt give her two-year old up theyd shoot her?

no, but-

Like I said, Taehyung tells Jimin, only assholes give up their kids.

I guess. But

Taehyung frowns, But what?

Some people have a good reason to put their baby up for adoption-

I wasnt a baby, though. Taehyung points out with a firm glare, I was two. Youd think my
parents wouldve had some kind of bond with me at that point.
Jimin just nods his head, opting to stay silent.

Thatd be like Mom and Dad giving Kookie up, Taehyung angrily mutters. Can you imagine
them doing something like that?

Jimin immediately shakes his head, Course not.

So, Taehyung states, case in point, my birth parents are assholes.

what about mine, though?

I Taehyung sighs, I dont know.

Yeah. Jimin swallows around the words, Me neither.

Taehyung wraps an arm around Jimins shoulders, Jimin

Hmm?

Do you- Do you wanna, like, meet your birth parents or something? Is that what this is all
about?

Jimin rests his head on his brothers shoulder, maybe. I mean- I dont know. He exhales
heavily and plays with the promise ring on his finger, Its dumb, right? Like- I dont even know,
Tae. I just Ive been wondering for a while now who my birth parents are and whatever.
Forget I said anything; its stupid.

Taehyung shakes his head, whispering, Its not stupid; as much as I hate my birth parents, I
wonder who they are, too, sometimes.

Jimin links his hand with Taehyungs and squeezes lightly. Im scared to ask Mom and Dad
about this, Tae. he admits. I dont want them to think I love them any less, yknow? Or make
them think that I think theyre not my true parents or something-

They wont. Taehyung assures his brother, squeezing his hand back. You know they wont.

What if- Jimin cuts himself off and bites his lip in uncertainty. What if they dont wanna meet
me, though?

Thats crazy-

Is it? Jimin interrupts, frowning deeply. They gave me up- Why would they wanna see me
again?

Taehyung shrugs uncertainly at Jimins questions, keeping their fingers tightly linked. Theyd be
idiots to not wanna meet you.

Jimin remains silent, staring up at the stars in contemplation. He finally sighs loudly and sits up in
the hammock, absently petting Bokshiris head when she perks up at his sudden movement. We
should probably head inside; its getting late.

Taehyung nods, gathering up the blanket and following Jimin inside. He taps Jimins shoulder
before his brother can disappear into his room and sends him a reassuring smile, Talk to Mom
 and Dad. Theyll get it.

And if they dont? Jimin whispers, not wanting to wake their parents or Jungkook with their
conversation.

Then theyve clearly been abducted by aliens and replaced with clones, and well go on an
intergalactic adventure to hunt our real parents down and defeat the oppressing alien forces thatre
holding them prisoner. Taehyung whispers back in all seriousness, cracking a smile when Jimin
has to stifle his laughter behind his hand. Trust me; everythings gonna be fine.

Chapter End Notes

Alright, cuties, I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter ^_^

Until next time!! Stay happy and healthy, lovelies <3

(don't take anything i said in this chapter too seriously, sweethearts- i have nothing
against hipsters or basically anything i bashed lol)
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Hey everyone!

So I hate it when authors update their work, but its just like an author note and not an actual
chapter, but heres me doing it....

Let me start off by saying that Im so so soooooo sorry Ive left you guys without an update for so
long! Seriously this wasnt my intention at all! Ive just been crazy busy and havent had time to
write anything for a few months :(

I started university a few months back, and Im literally at school for upwards of 15+ hours a day,
and I moved to a new city, so yeah. Lifes been a little busier than Im used to lol Anyway, I
just wanted to let you guys know that I absolutely havent abandoned any of my fics (especially
this one because lets face it, its practically my baby), and that Im trying to finish writing a new
chapter right now for it, but I cant make any promises when itll come out.

I dont want to disappoint any of you guys with not updating this, or have any of you thinking I
dont care about this anymore, or that Ive abandoned it- because thats definitely not the truth ^-^
I will be back and update this more regularly, I just dont know when, but hopefully Ill have an
update for you guys soon!! I'll definitely delete this note when a new chapter goes up, but for
now, this is just to let everyone know what's going on :)

And a huge thank you to everyone whos been concerned about me!! I love you all sooo much <3
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