Best of Me

"Hoseok, why in the hell am I taking this class?" Yoongi snarled, glaring towards his best friend as he shifted his weight from foot to foot as the dance room slowly started to fill up. "How did I even get placed in this class? I am a music production major- not a dance major."

The dance major flashed a large smile, causing this brown eyes to twinkle in delight and ran a hand through his cherry red hair.

"I'm not in charge of scheduling, hyung," he answered with a light laugh. "But lighten up. It's only Hip Hop 101. It will be easy."

Yoongi gave him a deadpanned look. "Yeah- for you. You're the street dancer- I'm the recluse. That's how this works."

Hoseok rolled his eyes before he bent over to continue stretching. Groaning, Yoongi sat still as he glanced around the mirrored room with disinterest.

Girls and boys, all wearing some form of sweats or tank tops, stood around chatting or stretching. He felt awkward in his jeans and tee when the rest looked like actual dancers.

"I'm gonna switch out of this class. I will literally die. I hate moving."

Hoseok laughed. "Yeah I know. But try and enjoy yourself, yeah?"

“Sure, Hobi. I'll work on that," he quipped. Hoseok rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his currently coal black hair and pursed his lips.

He could be doing something productive right now- like finishing the music piece for his Rhythms class or even working on that essay he had been putting off.

Instead he was sitting in the one place he never thought he would be by his 3rd year in college. A dance room.

When the professor came in, Yoongi ignored her as she went over the first day of class things for the new spring semester. Rules, what to wear and not wear, what they will be dancing- all the stuff he didn't care about at a 7 pm class.

"And do not forget to bring at least..." she continued but was suddenly cut off by the sound of the dance room door being thrown open.

Yoongi flinched at the sound, raising his head with a scowl to see a flurry of brown hair and stumbled steps.

"Ah, Mr. Jeon. Nice of you to make your presence known," the professor mused, brow ticking in irritation. "Late on the first day of a new semester? Not starting out so good, are we?"

The boy, Jeon, flushed a bit as the others in the room laughed. He dropped his bag to the back wall and pulled off his hoodie to show a simple black tee, grey sweats, and tennis shoes.

Yoongi blinked. He was certainly good looking. His messy brown hair slightly wind blown, large brown eyes that reminded Yoongi of a doe. His nose was a bit bigger on a angular shaped face, but suited his face and slightly thin top lip, but fuller pink bottom lip. He had a sharp jawline, but softened by the way his nose wiggled and his long lashes brushed over his cheeks.

His body, however, was well fit. Muscles shifted under tawny skin, his talk frame slightly lanky that showed his youth. But he certainly was pretty.

"I'm sorry, Professor Jung. It won't happen again," he breathed, his voice lilting and melodic. Yoongi felt his brows raise as the boy hurried to the corner of the classroom with his head down.

A frown tugged at his features. "Hobi, who is that?"

Hoseok glances over and frowned. "That's Jeon Jeongguk. Freshman. Kinda a mystery in the dance department," he said, chuckling a bit. "The kid is always late. He keeps to himself. He barely talks too. He shows up to class and then ditches."

Yoongi hummed, curious about the boy. Now that he was here, he seemed to be paying rapt attention, eyes glued to the professor but the exhaustion was clear on his beautiful features. There was dark circles under his eyes, lips slightly chapped.

Hoseok caught the look, a sneaky smile twitching at his lips as he bumped his shoulder. "Do you like him?"

"Wha... what?" Yoongi asked, eyes widening as he tore his eyes away from the younger boy in the corner, whose nose was twitching moments before he sneezed almost silently. "No, Hoseok, I don't like him. I don't even know him."

"But you admit he's cute," the other pressed, dark eyes searching his best friend. Yoongi huffed before flickering his eyes towards the other boy.

"More like curiosity," Yoongi admitted. Hoseok nodded before turning his attention back to the teacher. Yoongi tried to focus but his eyes kept straying to the boy in the corner.

Jeon Jeongguk, huh?

When class was over, Yoongi was relieved they didn't actually end up dancing. He was sure that he would have fallen more than once or given up for the hell of it.

Hoseok threw his bag over his shoulder and groaned. "Namjoon wants to meet us over at some restaurant. Get drunk on first official day of a new semester."

"Sounds like him," Yoongi said with a snort, moving to head for the door when suddenly a rushed body slammed into his. Yelping, Yoongi fell forward but an arm shot out and pulled him back- flat against a hard and broad chest.

Panting from slight adrenaline and fear, Yoongi blinked a few times before exhaling. "Are you okay?" A lilting voice asked, panic and slight nervous showing through.

Yoongi managed to wiggle out of the broad chest and offer a shaky smile. "Oh you know- fine. Just letting my life flash before my eyes."

The younger gave a nervous chuckle, embarrassment decorating his cheeks pink as he ran a hand through his messy hair as he shifted his weight from side to side, tongue poking his cheek. Up close, Yoongi could tell that he had some acne scars, a little scar on his right cheek that was visible even at a good distance.

"I'm really sorry about that... I was just- I got a call and I- I uh, never mind," he stumbled, his words falling from his mouth faster than Yoongi could even dare to understand. He bowed deeply. "I'm terribly sorry. Forgive me, sunbae-nim."

Yoongi blinked. "Whoa, easy there kid. I was... I was just, look just be careful, yeah?" Yoongi grunted. "And don't call me that. My name is Yoongi. Call me that and hyung."

The boy stood and flushed again. "Jeongguk."

"Nice to meet you," Yoongi said and held out his hand. Jeongguk chuckled and took it, only for his eyes to widen at the sight of red.

"Oh my goodness! You're bleeding, hyung!" He shouted, grasping at Yoongi's hand. He blinked when he realized there was a small cut, barely bleeding and probably from being yanked back.

"It's fine. Doesn't really-"

"Here. I have a bandage." Jeongguk bent down and ruffled through his bag before holding up a small Iron Man bandage and easily put it on before grinning. "There! All-"

He suddenly cut off, an embarrassed smile on his face as he shifted his weight and coughed awkwardly.

"Sorry. I, uh, should go."

Yoongi opened his mouth to interject, but Hoseok stepped forward- suddenly making his presence known with a smirk as he leaned against Yoongi.

"Yoongi hyung and I were actually about to go grab some food and alcohol. You in?" He asked. Yoongi elbowed him in the side but Hoseok gritted his teeth and kept his eyes locked on the other.

The bunny boy shook his head. "I would love to, really, but I really have, uh, somewhere to be. T-thanks though." He bent down and grabbed his bag, offering a soft goodbye, before scurrying out of the door.

Hoseok huffed. "Okay... that was weird."

Yoongi glances at the band-aid with a small frown, rubbing it gingerly. "Yeah. That was a little weird."

"He treated you like a kid!" Hoseok said, laughing lightly. Yoongi hummed as he grabbed his bag and followed Hoseok out of the studio.

Once they met up with Namjoon, they quickly got talking and eating- and of course alcohol that made Hoseok a lot more talkative.

"And then he ran into Yoongi hyung- which was hilarious by the way- and grabbed him like he weighed nothing." The dancer was slurring as he took another sip. "Namjoon, you know Jeongguk?"

The other man shook his head, his light brown hair falling in his thoughtful eyes as he flickered his eyes towards Yoongi. Neither of them were nearly as drunk as the dancer- who was a lightweight on a good day.

"I have a elective class with him- music theory," he said and shrugged. "Seems a little distracted sometimes. But otherwise a hard worker. Never really met."

Yoongi nodded slowly, glancing  back at the band-aid. "I don't know. It was just... he seems so shy and yet he was so concerned about a cut."

Namjoon shrugged. "I don't know. He doesn't really talk to anyone. I've seen him with a second year though- some photograph major. But that was once."

"He fell asleep a few times in dance class last semester - just dead ass laid on the floor and was asleep. He out did Yoongi hyung," Hoseok snorted. Namjoon bit back a smile as Yoongi hit the back of Hoseok's head. "Ow!"

"Shut up." Yoongi rolled his eyes before he checked the time. He groaned. "I have to go. I got an early class tomorrow."

"How early?"

"Eleven."

"Dude... that's not early," Namjoon said with a laugh. Yoongi didn't say anything as he waved bye and left the two to finish their drinking.

****

"So they couldn't change your schedule?" Hoseok asked as Yoongi plopped next to him on the hard dance floor. Groaning, Yoongi shook his head.

"All the other classes are filled already and no one is switching. So... I'm stuck in dance." He scowled as he glared at the dance room. "This isn't how I imagined I would die."

Hoseok snorted. "You won't die. Maybe like, having some maiming done, but you won't die," the red haired teased. Yoongi shot him a look.

"You're supposed to be supportive. Not an asshole about my upcoming torture. I'm too delicate for this shit," he sighed. Hoseok patted his shoulder.

"There, there, my dude. I'm sure it won't be so bad," he replied. "You can always feign illness or a broken leg."

"Except I actually need the grade and the credits."

"Oh yikes, dude," Hoseok flinched. Yoongi nodded his head gravely, and groaned again. "Well... maybe talk to the professor?"

"She seems like a bitch," he muttered. Hoseok laughed and didn't disagree just as she walked in and instantly took control of the room. As if on cue, Jeongguk burst through the room- out of breath and hair a mess.

"Almost on time, Mr. Jeon. Three strikes and you're out," she called. Jeongguk flinched and bowed, and moved to go to the corner. Yoongi offered him a small smile that he returned with a blush.

The professor continued talking. "Today we will be doing some basic stretches and starting to learn some moves. Everyone stand."

Let the torture begin.

Yoongi had never been more right. By the time the almost two hour class was finished, he was lying across the ground with his body soaked in sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his breathing heavy as it wheezed through his throat.

Hoseok was at least upright, sweat dripping from his red hair as he cast the other man a sunshine grin that almost made him want to roll over and throw him the finger. He didn't dare move.

"You alive, hyung?"

"I fucking hate you," he hissed through clenched teeth. Hoseok broke back into light laughter, but the pale man ignored him completely as the professor cut off the music and gained the attention of the room.

"Alright- good work everyone. Since this is a freshman class, and we have many who have never danced before, I decided to start with a group pairing. Those who are freshman or just new to dancing, will be paired with someone with experience," she announced. "The groups will be decided next class. Dismissed."

Yoongi swore. "You mean I have to be paired with someone and embarrass the shit out of them? And myself? Fucking fantastic," he groaned, laying his head back against the ground with a sigh. Hoseok nudged his arm with his foot.

"You could be paired with me, hyung. That won't be so bad?"

"I'll accept my death now," he monotones. Hoseok scoffed and rolled his eyes. Fighting off a smile, he watched as the other man disappeared towards the back to find his water bottle and bag. Yoongi remained unable to move.

"You alright Yoongi hyung?" a voice asked. Yoongi groaned, peeling open his eyes to see a sweaty Jeongguk leaning over him, a slight smile touching his lips and brown eyes twinkling with what appeared to be amused as he stared down at the other. "You look like a mess."

"A hot mess," he corrected drily.

"I can tell by the sweat," Jeongguk bantered, fighting off a slight chuckle. Yoongi shot him a unamused look, even though a laugh bubbled up in the pit of his belly at the cheeky answer. "But for real, are you okay?"

"Fine. Just... dying inside," he answered gruffly. Jeongguk fought off another smile as Yoongi pushed himself up with a string of colorful swears. "Fuck, how does one do this every goddamn day? My body feels like it was hit with a truck!"

"It's called exercise, hyung."

"We don't say the 'E' word," he remarked. "The only exercise that I do is from my studio to my bed."

Jeongguk broke into laughter- which was more of a cackle than a laugh. It caused his whole nose to scrunch up, eyes crinkling in the corner as it rebounded off the walls. Yoongi found himself smiling too- the laugh was cute and full.

"That doesn't count!"

"Does to me."

Groaning again, Yoongi managed to get to his feet before he stretched out his arms with a slight wince. Jeongguk was smiling softly, returning to his more shy self as he looked down at the ground and shifted his feet.

"Well, I should go. I, uh, wanted to check on you," he mumbled, barely audible. Smiling shyly, he gave an awkward wave before he drifted towards his bag.

"Hey, Jeongguk?" he called out, stopping the boy mid-stride. His big doe eyes widened by at least two sizes, nose twitching nervously. His head cocked to the side. Yoongi held up his hand where the Iron Man band-aid remained. "Thanks for the band-aid. It's cute."

Jeongguk turned forty shades of red, a squeak going through his throat before he cleared it and gave a small chuckle. "Uh, sure. Sorry again... for nearly running you over... I really didn't mean to hurt you."

"Yeah well, I didn't think I was that fucking small."

"You are really tiny. You're what, 5'6 hyung?" Jeongguk teased, head tilting to the side as his lips pulled into another mischievous smile. Yoongi scowled, but there was no real anger.

"Hey! I am still your elder. Not my fault you're a tree and a muscle pig," he grumbled. Jeongguk laughed before he waved and went for his bag. Yoongi watched him a moment gather his things, checking his phone before he threw his bag over his shoulder.

Hoseok wandered over with both their bags, eyeing the two and the way Yoongi had yet to look away from the younger man. "See something you like?"

"Why doesn't he hang out with anyone? He seems like a good kid," Yoongi muttered, watching as the boy pulled his hood up and promptly ignored the world as he briskly walked out of the dance studio. "A little quiet and reserved, but otherwise, a good kid."

"I dunno. Not my problem," Hoseok answered, and shrugged. "Why? You care about him or something?"

"No. Curious," Yoongi muttered, and the lie tasted funny in his mouth. He sighed and grabbed his bag from the red haired dancer. "Let's just go. I still have a essay to write when I get home."

"You know, procrastination isn't a good thing," Hoseok remarked calmly. Yoongi ignored him as they walked out of the dance studio together and into the night. They walked quietly, not really bothering to talk and Yoongi didn't mind. "Hey, can I stay at your place? I don't really feel like going to my empty apartment."

"Sure," Yoongi agreed, and led him up to his meager apartment. Min Yoongi was simplistic. He didn't feel the desire to decorate, nor did he want to, and he wasn't really a fan of clutter either. His bookshelf was mostly empty except a few textbooks and music books.

His living consisted of one ugly green couch, one worn out coffee table that had definitely seen better days, and a TV with a TV stand. There was no movies- who need movies when you had Netflix?

Right before the living room, adjacent to the doorway, was his kitchen which held simple appliances, a coffee maker being basically the only one other than a microwave, and the tile was white and the counters a simple brown to match the cabinets.

Past the living room was a hallway that led to the bedroom that held a simple full size bed, blue duvet, and a closet that held his clothes. His desk and music equipment pushed off to the side in front of the window to let in some natural light when he worked.

Bathroom was a tiny space of a toilet, a shower, and a sink with a little towel closet. His white walls were barren, no pictures or anything to show that this was, in fact, Min Yoongi's house and he was fine with that.

Hoseok groaned as he plopped on the couch with a loud groan. "Can I borrow your hot water?"

"You aren't burrowing it since I don't want it back. Yes, you can still hot water," Yoongi corrected with an eye roll as he hung up his bag up by the door and grabbed his laptop. Hoseok smiled before he stood and disappeared into the back.

Sitting himself on the couch, he opened his laptop and pulled up a blank document. For a moment, his mind wandered back to the moment when he was talking to Jeongguk. His smile, his soft laugh, and the way his eyes sparkled.

He wanted to get to know him better- Yoongi knew that. He wasn't stupid. He was attracted to the brunet man with the twitching nose. He liked his laugh, and he didn't even mind his shy nature that seemed to branch out a bit.

Frowning, Yoongi wondered absently if the man was even gay? Yoongi himself was bisexual, though he tended to lean more towards men than women. Women tended to annoy him and he hadn't found one that really stuck out to him in a while.

Either way, he should at least try and have a friendship with the other first- then see if he would be interested in a date. Yoongi certainly wanted to attempt a date. He was older now, and a relationship seemed nice.

Brushing off his thoughts, he cracked his knuckles and got to work on typing the essay that was due tomorrow in his second class of the day.

****

Yoongi drummed his fingers absently against the side of his coffee cup, the delicious scent of Americano filling his nose as he stared somewhat blankly at the page of his textbook. He was pretty sure he had read the same sentence at least five times and hadn't understood a word of it.

It was lunch time, and he still had a whole hour to burn before his next class that was before the dance class. He decided to use that time to attempt to study that he was beginning to realize was futile.

His mind was just not in it.

Namjoon frowned as he glanced up towards his friend, and arched a brow as his eyes stared at him through thick black rimmed glasses. "You alright, hyung?" he asked, searching his features. Yoongi shoved the textbook away with a scowl.

"No, I am not. Fuck, my head hurts, and I am exhausted. I just... I want to finish this class but instead I have to wait." He sighed and rubbed his temple. "This homework is just... fuck, I am not a vocalist- it's hard. I am a rapper. Why should I know how my breathes to take between a C chord and a F-"

"Because you write music for singers," Namjoon interjected quietly, offering a dimpled smile. Yoongi grumbled and laid his head down on the table. "Come on, hyung. It's not so bad."

"Yes it is," he moaned low. Namjoon chuckled and pushed away his own textbook and sighed. They sat quietly a moment, Namjoon playing with his fingers moments before he looked up. Yoongi arched a brow. "What is it?"

"Hyung, I think I met someone," he murmured quietly, cheeks tinting a bit pink. Yoongi sat up, eyes widening at his friend's confession. He flushed a bit. "He works at this cafe and he is so sweet. He is there every morning and... I don't know, he memorized my order and name, and, well, I asked him out on a date."

"That's awesome, Namjoon!" Yoongi praised, genuinely happy for the other. He knew that Namjoon has been searching for someone to call his own for a while, so they the fact he actually made a move really says a lot. "When is the date?"

"He says he is generally very busy during the week babysitting and working, but weekends work. I am taking him out this Saturday night," he admitted and grinned brightly. Yoongi hugged his friend tightly, feeling proud.

"That's awesome, Joon. I am sure you will have a great time."

"I hope so," he murmured. I patted his shoulder just as the sound of the library doors pushed open. Yoongi flickered his eyes towards the door, and felt them widen a bit when Jeongguk walked in.

This had to be the first time he wasn't wear his dancing gear and regular clothes that Yoongi had seen him. He wore black, slightly loose jeans that matched with the simple black converse. His shirt was a short sleeve white with small black strips. His messy brown hair covered with a tan beanie and his bag slung over his shoulder.

His eyes look tired, the brown a bit dull and his skin a grey pallor almost. His steps were more sluggish than usual, and his eyes mostly cast downwards. Worry tugged in Yoongi's heart at the way his shoulders were hunched downwards.

Namjoon followed his eyes. "Damn, he looks like a wreck."

Yoongi hummed in agreement as he watched the younger man check into the library and slid into a seat with a heavy sigh. There was a frown on his features, a look of hurt on his features that caused Yoongi to suddenly stand before he could second guess himself.

Namjoon whispered his name but he ignored him as he approached the table and paused. Jeongguk didn't seem to notice so he awkwardly cleared his throat. Jeongguk jerked up, eyes large and mouth slightly agape.

He squeaked when he saw that it was Yoongi. He clambered a bit awkwardly to his feet. "Oh, hyung! Um, sorry," he breathed, stuttering a bit as he fumbled to set his bag back in the chair. Yoongi flinched.

"Sorry- didn't mean to scare you," he answered. Jeongguk gave a tired smile and shook his head.

"It's fine. My fault. Um, did you need something, hyung?" he asked, eyes widening at the simple question and his mouth still turned slightly downwards. Yoongi quickly shook his head.

"No, I just, you look really fucked up," he said, then felt his eyes widen when he realized just how bad that sounded. Jeongguk flinched, his bottom lip finding purchase between his teeth as his head lowered. "Shit, that wasn't... I didn't mean it that way, I just-"

"It's fine," he mumbled, hands like fists by his side. Yoongi wanted to slap himself. What the fuck was wrong with him? Who the hell just says that to someone?

"Jeongguk, I am so sorry. I really did not mean to offend you. I am really bad with words and it came out wrong. I meant, you like, look exhausted."

Jeongguk raised his head, something unreadable in his eyes before he sighed and brushed his fingers through the fringe of his bangs. "I'm fine. Did you need something, hyung? I really should... study?"

"Right, I just... I wanted to check on you?" Yoongi hated the fact it came out more like a question rather than a statement but luckily Jeongguk seemed to catch the message since he chuckled lightly, shoulders loosening a bit.

"Careful, hyung, you might be breaking your reputation of being an cold-hearted a-hole," the other boy teased, raising his brow with a tiny smirk that just barely visible in the corner of his lips. Yoongi laughed.

"Did you just say 'A-Hole'?" he wondered, arching a brow. Jeongguk flushed bright red, sputtering a bit as he tried to apologize but Yoongi waved him off. "It's cute. Don't worry." He winked and Jeongguk fell quiet before he looked down. "Look, just, here, take this coffee. It's an Americano. Might help wake you up a bit."

"Thanks... that means a lot, hyung," Jeongguk admitted softly, taking the cup with a warm smile. Yoongi nodded, feeling a bit sheepish after that. He rubbed his palms on his jeans before he cleared his throat and looked away. "Can I... can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Why?" he blurted, a frown touching his face. Yoongi blinked in surprise at the words as he stared into the burning walnut colored eyes. There was a emotion glittering there. "Why are you being so nice to me? Believe it or not I know what people say about me. I'm that weird quiet boy- the one who doesn't talk or make friends. So? What gives?"

Yoongi wasn't sure how to answer that question. If he was honest, he didn't know why either. Something about Jeongguk just drew him in. He was curious, he was attracted, but that gave him no reason to approach and try.

Yet he did. Many times.

Hesitating, he finally shrugged. "Honestly? I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see for myself if I should prove the rumors are true or not." Jeongguk went quiet as Yoongi turned on his heel and moved to head back to his table but not before he paused. "And by the way, I don't think they are. See in dance, Jeongguk."

When Yoongi sat back in his seat next to Namjoon, he ignored the bewildered look the other was giving him. Feeling slightly annoyed at the expression, he scowled and looked towards his friend.

"Problem?"

"I think that is the most I have ever seen, or heard, that kid speak. What the hell, hyung?" Namjoon inquired, leaning forward with large eyes as they flickered from Yoongi to the know hunched over Jeongguk.

Yoongi sighed. "It's called being friendly? Jesus, Joon, I can attempt to make conversation and he isn't a mute or a weirdo." He cut him a sharp look. "He's shy. There is a difference."

"Yeah, I know... just you hate talking to people? Why now?" he pressed. Yoongi hesitated before he glanced back at the younger man. Jeongguk was sipping the coffee, relief on his face, and now a small smile glistening at the edges of his pink lips.

A smile worked its way onto Yoongi's face. "Because he's sweet."

"Someone has a crush."

"And so what if I do? We have to be friends first before I even make a move," Yoongi snorted. Namjoon nodded and dropped the conversation. Feeling more energized, he returned to his readings with a sigh.

Was it odd that he was actually looking forward to dance?

*****

Jeongguk was actually on time today, which seemed to surprise the professor, and Yoongi couldn't help but smirk at her slightly peeved look as he strolled in.

Yoongi was sitting next to Hoseok in their usual spot closer to the back. Hoseok was already stretching, and Yoongi was more or less not really joining in. The red haired had managed to wrangle Yoongi into buying a pair of sweats and a sweat tee, so he was wearing those.

Jeongguk wandered towards his usual place, the back corner, but he hesitated as he neared Yoongi, who met his eyes and offered a soft smile on his paler features. Warring within himself, he finally huffed and turned on his heel and tossed his bag next to Yoongi's and settled on his right side with flushed cheeks.

Yoongi seemed to accept it without question, but he felt the stare of his red haired friend like laser beams on his profile. He shifted, feeling uncomfortable, and Yoongi seemed to notice since he slapped his friend's arm.

"Ouch! Damn it, Yoongi! That hurt!"

"And? Staring is rude," the pale hyung replied. Jeongguk shot him a grateful look before he awkwardly looked towards the red haired who at least looked sheepish and offered a bright smile that made Jeongguk want to scurry back into the safety of his corner.

"Ah, right. Sorry Jeongguk," he said, then stuck out his hand, "I'm Jung Hoseok, by the way. You can call me 'hyung'. I am a second year, dance major."

Jeongguk reached over and felt his entire face turn red as he shook his hand. He mumbled a soft 'nice to meet you hyung' and 'Jeongguk' before he pulled his hand away to stare at his lap. Yoongi nudged him gently with his shoulder, causing the younger to look up with large eyes.

"It's alright. He doesn't bite much. He's more of annoying loud mouth who is way to bubbly for college," he said, and chuckled as Hoseok whined and complained, begging Jeongguk to not listen to the pale man next to him.

Jeongguk felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. "That's okay. I have a kind of… friend like that. He's loud and weird too," he admitted. Hoseok groaned and pouted but Yoongi scowled in distaste, smacking his head.

"Stop- you aren't cute, you horse."

"Says the turtle."

"Yoongi hyung doesn't look like a turtle," Jeongguk protested, glancing over at said man. He searched his oval face, pouty pink lips, and the way his black hair fell over his soft features before he smiled. "He looks more like a kitten."

Yoongi felt the way his eyes widened. Hoseok broke into loud laughter, clutching his stomach as disbelief flashed over the older's eyes. Jeongguk had a sly smirk hidden on his features as he cast the pale man a sweet smile.

"I am not a kitten! I am highly intimating," he protested heavily, shaking his head. Hoseok slapped a hand over his mouth to try and cover his laughter but was failing basing on the angry look that fell over his face. "Excuse you, bitch, but I am too highly fucking intimidating. I'm more like a wolf!"

"Nah, you're a sweet little black kitten," Jeongguk interjected with a wink.

"You been dissed by a Freshman! Oh my god, I can't breathe," he bellowed, clutching his stomach. Yoongi rolled his eyes and shoved him, causing the red haired to fall over- still laughing. Jeongguk was grinning when he saw that there was no real anger in Yoongi's eyes.

"Yeah whatever- I'm fucking intimidating," he muttered. Jeongguk cooed playfully when he saw the slight pout that was taking over his features. Rolling his eyes, he smacked Jeongguk lightly in the arm but the younger just laughed.

The professor broke through their moment of friendship with a sharp whistle that caused Yoongi to hiss through his teeth. Everyone went quiet. "Okay, I have the partners made. This person will be for this lesson and there will be no changing. You are to create a dance together and perform it together- this teaches how to work with others and fluidity."

Hoseok rolled his eyes and feigned choking himself. Yoongi laughed and quietly agreed as names started to get called out. Yoongi glanced at the younger beside him and saw that he was back to being reserved and nervous- fingers picking at his shirt and eyes locked on the floor.

"Min Yoongi and Jeon Jeongguk."

Eyes widening, Yoongi glanced towards Jeongguk at his side to see he exhaled heavily in relief and shyly cast a look towards Yoongi to see his reaction. He offered a bright smile. "I thought I was supposed to be paired with someone experience?"

Jeongguk laughed. "You did. I've been dancing for years. I use to dance hip-hop a few years ago, but, uh, something came up and I stopped for a while." There was something in tone that asked Yoongi to not ask. "Anyways, are you... okay with this?"

"Definitely! But... I am going to warn you I am not a dancer. I don't even like moving, so... sorry." Yoongi gave an embarrassed smile as he ran his fingers through his coal hair. Jeongguk waved him off and told him 'it's fine'.

"Now, remember, this is a partnership. You both need to participate to get a good grade. This cannot be half-assed. You will need to work on this outside of class." She looked around the room. Jeongguk shifted, eyes widening in slight shock at the words. "Now, everyone stand. It's time to start dancing for the day."

When class was over, Yoongi was pretty sure he wanted to remove all his limbs. Just hack them off if it meant that this pain would go away. He felt like putty, or maybe clay that could fall apart at any moment.

Jeongguk, panting still from the harsh workout, offered a shy smile. "You okay, hyung?"

"This is death. This is how I die."

"So dramatic." Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "Come on, gramps. Class is over. Go die at your place."

Grunting, Yoongi managed to get to his feet with a hiss through his teeth. Jeongguk fought off a smile as he bent down and grabbed his bag, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel and nervous smile.

"You did good today, hyung. And, uh," he flushed, "thanks for the coffee."

"Sure thing." Yoongi bent down to get his stuff when Jeongguk's phone went off. Frowning, the younger grabbed it and checked the ID. He paled when he noticed the class went way over than usual.

"Holy fudge nuggets- I... I have to go!" Jeongguk shouted and dashed for the exit. Yoongi blinked, moving to call out Jeongguk's name but the other was already gone. Dumbfounded, and slightly confused, he barely registered Hoseok's presence.

"Did he... just say 'fudge nuggets'?" Hoseok wondered, staring at the door. Yoongi nodded numbly. Hoseok clucked his tongue. "Who even says 'fudge nuggets'? And why 'fudge'? I heard he corrected Namjoon once on swearing in class, then turned bright red and apologized."

Yoongi hummed but didn't say anything as he grabbed his bag and sighed. "Let's just go, Hobi. I'm exhausted."

Jeongguk all but threw himself at his door, grappling at the handle of his door with a groan under his breath as it gave away under his weight and he nearly ended up a heap on the ground beneath him.

He was panting, more sweat dripping down his forehead as he looked around his meager apartment with large eyes. The kitchen light was on, the fresh scent of food slowly vanishing from the area, and the dining table chairs pushed in with the table cleared and wiped down.

"Jin hyung? Minjun!" he shouted, tossing his keys on the counter as he hurried around the kitchen, which was connected to the dining room, and nearly squeaked when Seokjin poked his head out from the archway that connected the kitchen and dining area to the living space.

"Gukkie!" the older man said, relief clear on his face as he hurried over and pulled him into his arms. The scent of vanilla and baby powder assaulted his nose and he relaxed for a moment, taking int he hug from someone he considered family. "You're so late! I was worried that you fell asleep on the side of the road or something!"

Jeongguk pulled away and sighed, running his hand through his damp hair with a grimace. "Sorry, hyung. Class ran over time and I didn't even know. I am so sorry, hyung. I didn't mean to be this late!" he explained, waving his hands. Seokjin waved him off.

"Don't. It's fine, and you know it," the older scolded lightly, brushing a lock of his pink hair from his eyes as he gave Jeongguk a fond smile. "Minjun is-"

"Daddy," a small voice called. Jeongguk felt his heart settle as he heard the small voice from his son. Seokjin moved from the archway and revealed the small black haired boy who was standing in the hall, thumb in his mouth and his hand wrapped tightly around his blue blanket.

"Hey, baby," Jeongguk breathed, kneeling down and opening his arms. The boy waddled quickly into his father's arms and wrapped his tiny, chubby hands around his neck. Jeongguk sighed in relief at the small bundle in his arms, the scent of his baby shampoo tangling in his senses.

"Smelly daddy," the boy said, pulling away as he scrunched his nose. Jeongguk chuckled and pressed chaste kisses all over his face. The boy squealed and kicked his tiny little legs. "No daddy!"

"But I missed my big boy! And you didn't give me my goodbye kiss this morning, so I gotta make up for it," Jeongguk pouted, grinning as he felt his son's hands on his cheeks to stop him from making more kisses. Minjun looked thoughtful a moment before he pressed a sloppy kiss to his right cheek, and then another on the left.

"Two kissy," Minjun said, smiling happily. Jeongguk smiled back and kissed his head before he set him down, glancing at the clock with a frown. Minjun shoved his thumb back in his mouth, and Jeongguk silently moved it away.

"Baby, why are you still up? It's past bedtime," Jeongguk asked, frowning slightly as he shifted the boy;s dark bangs from his dark eyes. Minjun shifted his weight, sleepy eyes locking on his father's.

"Daddy no here, Mini no sleepy," he mumbled, babbling a bit to himself. Jeongguk sighed before picking him up and placing him back on his hip.

Seokjin watched quietly, a fond and loving smile on his face as Jeongguk gave him a look before he took Minjun to his bed- their shared bed really since Jeongguk couldn't bare to sleep without Minjun near him- and laid him down.

Minjun fussed a little, but Jeongguk shushed him gently and pulled the blanket over him as she started to sing Justin Biebers song '2U' quietly until the boy fell asleep. Watching him a moment, Jeongguk leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before he stood and wandered back to the living room.

Seokjin was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone. When Jeongguk entered, he closed it and smiled. "I made some black bean noodles- they are in the fridge. Make sure and eat them, Guk."

Jeongguk nodded, reaching to grab a glass and filling it with water from the sink. He swallowed down some of the glass and sighed. "How was he today? Last night he woke up around 2 am since he wet the bed, and then refused to go back down," he admitted. "He was so cranky this morning- I couldn't get him to do anything."

Seokjin frowned, noticing the distress on the younger's face. His dark eyes looked exhausted, his clothes now sticky from the sweat and his mouth pressed into a firm line. Heart reaching out, he brushed a hand through his hair.

"He's three, Guk. He's gonna have tantrums and moments like this," Seokjin reasoned. Jeongguk bit his cheek, nodding his head.

"But, hyung, he was never like this. He's always been so mild tempered and, and, even when he was one and two he still listened." Jeongguk inhaled a shuddering breath as he rubbed his face. "I couldn't get him to daycare on time, hyung. I was late to my first class because he refused to put on his shoes, and fought over what clothes to wear. Heck, he didn't even let me brush his hair."

Seokjin frowned. When he picked Minjun up from daycare, he noticed the three year old was a little off. He kept asking for daddy and threw two tantrums that surprised Seokjin since Minjun didn't really throw tantrums. He wasn't that kind of baby.

"Guk, I think he misses you," Seokjin murmured quietly. Jeongguk looked up, brown eyes wide through his bangs as Seokjin touched his shoulder gently. "You're always either working or at class, and he doesn't see you as much. You're his everything, Gukkie."

"And he's my everything, but hyung, I can't not work. I need this money. And I can't take online classes anymore. I need my degree so I can give him a better life," Jeongguk breathed, eyes glistening with tears as he looked down the hall towards the bedroom where his son lay asleep. "I don't want him to end up like me."

"Oh, Jeongguk," Seokjin murmured, leaning over and pulling the smaller man into his arm. Jeongguk sobbed as he nestled himself into the older's arms and just sobbed out his pain. Today had been hard for him.

Silence lapsed between the two before Jeongguk sighed and pulled away, wiping his face with a sleeve of shirt. Jeongguk felt a bit foolish- he shouldn't have been crying. He had a three year to care for. His feelings don't matter.

Bustling towards the fridge, he took out the noodles and didn't bother to heat them up. He just grabbed chopsticks and started eating. Seokjin rolled his eyes but didn't comment.

"He was pretty good today- threw a few tantrums, which surprised me, and kept asking for you. I put him a bedtime diaper, and made he didn't drink anything before bed. He went pee once, and poo earlier today. He ate okay, but he is pretty picky. You two seem alright now."

"Bless three year old memory," Jeongguk laughed before he quieted. "Thank you, hyung. Seriously. I owe you everything. I owe you my life."

"Yeah, gonna stop you right there," Seokjin teased, gathering his things. "You know how much I love you and that little boy in there. You say I saved your lives, but really, you helped save mine. You are the little brother and nephew I never had."

Jeongguk groaned. "It's too darn late for all this sappy stuff. Get out of here and go sleep, okay?" the younger rebuked. Seokjin laughed before he hugged Jeongguk once more and left without another word.

The sound of the front door clicking closed caused Jeongguk to deflate a bit, leaving him to his apartment. He finished his noodles and washed the Tupperware before he drifted to the back. The living room was mostly clean, much to his surprise and gratitude.

Minjun's toys were all put away in the chest, his blanket folded over the couch, and Jeongguk's school supplies high enough so the curious and wandering three year old can't get to it. The movies were closed up, the TV off.

Satisfied, Jeongguk plopped on the couch and finished the last bit of his homework with tired eyes before he managed to take a five minute shower. Dressing in simple pajama bottoms and a tee, he climbed into the bed and pulled the little body of his son closer.

Staring into his features, noting the brown eyes that matched his, and the angular shaped face, he felt the familiar affection fill his chest before he kissed his head and fell asleep with a slight smile on his face.

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The sound of the alarm tore through Jeongguk's sleep, dragging him back into reality as a groan caught in his throat. Peeling open his eyes, he was greeted by his son sitting up, thumb in his mouth, and other hand touching his father's cheek.

"Good morning, baby," he greeted, moving his arm and wrapping it around the three year olds middle. The baby squealed and giggled as Jeongguk buried his nose in his belly and blue raspberries over his clothed belly.

"Daddy no!" the baby cried as he kicked his tiny feet. Amused and light hearted, he pulled his face away from his belly and focused on his eyes. The boy stilled and stared up at his daddy with his thumb inching towards his mouth.

Jeongguk took his hand and shook his head. "Min, you can't suck your thumb," he reminded him gently. The boy pouted, but offered a weak 'okay daddy'. Humming, Jeongguk glanced at the time. "Come on, bud. It's bath time okay? Then we can get some breakfast before I take you to daycare."

The smile vanished from Minjun's face, a small pout causing his bottom lip to curl downward and his big brown eyes to glisten. Jeongguk frowned, hating that look. "Daddy, Mini no wanna go. I stay with daddy," he babbled, crossing his arms.

Jeongguk fought off a groan- this was going to be another hard morning. He leaned forward and sighed. "Baby, open your eyes and look at daddy." Minjun hesitated before he raised his head and looked at Jeongguk. "You know how this is. Daddy... daddy has to work, and go to school so he can get smarter and get a good job. So daddy can buy you things."

"I no want things. I want daddy," the baby insisted. Jeongguk felt his heart squeeze, and it took almost everything he had inside him to not let his eyes well with tears. It was things like this that reminded him how alone he felt sometimes, how he could never really make friends because his life belong to this little thing pouting at him.

"Minjun," he whispered, fighting off the sting as he touched his son's leg. "I want to stay with you too. You're my little Iron Man, remember?" he breathed. "But, I have to do this for both of us. But I promise, this weekend, you and me, okay? But please, baby, I have to go."

Minjun sat quietly, thinking it over carefully, before he nodded. Relieved, Jeongguk leaned down and kissed his son's head. His eyes were stinging, but he held them off as he pulled away and smiled gently down towards his son.

"Okay, come on. Bath time. Want to play with duckies?" he asked, sliding off the bed as he pulled Minjun with him. Minjun squealed, kicking his legs in excitement at the idea of playing with his duckies.

Jeongguk sat him at the edge of the toilet, commanding that he pull off his pajamas. He quietly asked him to go to the bathroom, watching him carefully. Jeongguk frowned when he saw his diaper was full.

This was Minjun's struggle. He kept wetting the bed and himself, and he learned potty training later than Jeongguk thought was normal.

Trying to keep his worried thoughts to himself, he urged Minjun on while turning the water on and checking the water. He placed the mat on the white bottom and made sure it stuck so that Minjun wouldn't fall.

Finally the sound of urine in the toilet nearly caused Jeongguk to exhale in relief. Instead, he grinned brightly and clapped. "You did it, Mini! You're such a big boy!" he cheered. Minjun smiled and happily showed his father how he wiped and flushed, and even getting his stool to wash his hands.

Jeongguk watched carefully as he rubbed his hands together, humming his hand washing song to himself, before he climbed off and held up his wet hands to his father. "Cwean daddy!" the three year old cheered. Jeongguk kissed his hands before helping him in the tub.

He added the duckies and Minjun instantly lost himself to his own little world. He babbled, not really making sense as he splashed lightly in the water and murmured to himself. Jeongguk smiled, relaxing as he began to run his fingers through his hair and wetting his hair.

Humming quietly as he worked, he soaped up his hair, telling him to close his eyes. He obeyed and squealed as he felt water run over him, getting the soap out before Jeongguk continued with conditioner.

Once the bath was complete, he let out the water and grabbed his Hulk bath towel and helped him out. Minjun pushed his father's hands away. "Daddy, Mini do by mesef," he mumbled, and began rubbing his hair with a towel.

Jeongguk smiled sweetly. "Okay, do you want to pick out your clothes today too?"

"Can Mini wook wike daddy?" he wondered, looking up through his damp, tangled hair. Jeongguk fought off another wave of emotion as he kissed his forehead.

"Of course you can, baby," he murmured. Squealing, Minjun waddled to his dressed and ruffled through the clothes. Jeongguk hurried to the bathroom and washed his face and brushed his teeth quickly before he came back out to see his outfit set out.

Minjun chose a set of light wash acid wash overalls that Seokjin had gotten him and a striped long sleeved shirt and a pair of baby Timberlands- another gift from Seokjin. Jeongguk grinned as he pointed towards Jeongguk's closet.

He pulled out a similar outfit before he moved to help Minjun dress, but the boy shook his head and whined, stomping his feet. "No daddy! No helpie. Mini big! Mini do like daddy!" he said firmly. Jeongguk narrowed his eyes.

"Minjun, is that any way to talk? You can do it by yourself, but there is a way you should speak to me," he warned sternly. Minjun softened, looking down as he scoffed his toe.

"Mini sowwy."

"Fix the wrong, Min," Jeongguk replied quietly. Minjun waddled over, tugged on Jeongguk's pant leg, so he kneeled down and looked Minjun in the eye. The three year old licked his lips and wiped his eyes.

"Mini sowwy he yell at daddy. Mini meanie. Can Mini pwease dress mesef?" he asked, his lisp thick through his tears and causing him to babble more than to speak, but his words were still clear.

Jeongguk smiled before he nodded. "You're forgiven, baby. Yes, you can dress yourself." Minjun beamed before he scurried back to his clothes and reached for his underwear. Jeongguk watched, not wanting to move in case he needed help.

"Undie first," the three year old muttered, pulling on Avenger underwear. He grinned then reached for the shirt, and struggled to put his arms through. Jeongguk was about to help when his head popped up. "Shirt. Now, pantie."

The boy pulled up the overalls and then grinned. "Daddy, done!" Jeongguk chuckled, leaning down so he could buckle the pants up. Minjun was bouncing, energy starting to flood his body. "Mini pway now?"

"You can get a toy, yes," he agreed. Minjun smiled and rushed from the room to go to the living room to go to his toy box. Jeongguk sighed before he quickly dressed and finger combed his hair.

Sliding on his Timberland boots, he smiled at himself in the mirror. Their outfits were almost the same, but Minjun's overalls were a bit different. Shaking his head, Jeongguk walked out into the living room where Minjun was playing with a little teddy bear.

Heading to the kitchen, he took out some eggs and quickly scrambled three and made some toast before placing them on the table. "Min, come eat!" Jeongguk called. The sound of tiny feet running into the room followed before he climbed onto the chair.

Jeongguk ruffled his hair before he started eating. Minjun ate quietly, counting his bites. When he was done, he pushed his plate away and smiled. "Done daddy."

"Good boy. Wanna be a big boy and do daddy a favor?" Jeongguk asked, leaning forward. The boy's eyes widened as he nodded his head with utmost excitement at the idea of being a big boy for his daddy. "Can you go brush your hair? Put toothpaste on your toothbrush?"

"Yes!" he shouted, and clambered out of the chair. Jeongguk chuckled as he watched the small boy disappear around the corner. Getting to his feet, Jeongguk washed his dishes and checked the time.

7:47.

Walking quickly to the back, he saw Minjun focusing hard on his little blue toothbrush, toothpaste on the tip, and his tongue out as he focused. When done, he capped the toothpaste and excitedly held up his toothbrush.

"Mini good?"

"You did amazing, Min. Look at you? What is daddy gonna do?" Jeongguk wondered, shaking his head. "You're so big. What if you don't need daddy anymore?"

Minjun frowned. "But... I still need daddy to sing teewf song!" he cried, looking distressed at not needing his daddy. Jeongguk beamed and kissed his cheek before he started singing for his son.

"One, two, three, four, front two teeth, in circles we go," Jeongguk sang, watching as Minjun started scrubbing his front two teeth and following all the of the lines of the song. When he was done, he cleaned out his mouth and opened for Jeongguk to check. "Good boy."

Exiting the bathroom, he watched as Minjun put on his Timberlands and pouted at the strings. Chuckling, he leaned down and started tying his shoes. Minjun watched in rapt attention when Jeongguk was finished.

"Daddy majik!" he whispered, eyes sparkling.

"Of course I am. Now, grab your bag and two toys. We have to get you to daycare," he said, straightening to gather his own school things. Minjun did as he was told, Jeongguk relieved, as he checked his homework and notebooks.

Standing by the door, he watched as Minjun ran over and took Jeongguk's hand. Locking up the house, they started walking. As usual, the array of questions started. He started this when he was almost three- he would just ask questions about everything when they were walking to daycare.

"Why is that car red?"

"Why does daddy have a mark on cheek?"

"When Mini gonna be tall?"

"Why sky moody?"

And the list goes on. Jeongguk was glad that raising him had given him patience, since the questions weren't exactly easy to answer. The walk wasn't too far, and the city life was bustling as people started trying to get to work.

Because of Minjun, Jeongguk didn't leave on or near campus. He didn't want others to know about Minjun and judge the child- or really himself. He wasn't ashamed of Minjun- he just didn't want the harassment if he was out with his son, nor the worry of running into people who knew him.

Minjun was his secret, his blessed little secret, and he would do anything to protect him. He loved the boy with everything he had in him. It was why he distanced himself from everyone. In high school, when his 'friends' found out he was going to be a father, they left him high and dry.

He had been alone for so long that he couldn't trust anyone else. Someone even got close to him, met Minjun, and one time hit him. He had hit his son. He saw red that day and quit high school, moved from Busan to Seoul, and proceeded to finish high school online.

Now, he was in college, determined to make a future for himself and for his son. He had Seokjin and sometimes Taehyung, though the other didn't really know about Minjun. He was scared to tell him.

For some reason, Yoongi flashed in his mind. He saw the dark, almost black eyes, and the pale skin with soft pink lips. The gummy smile that appeared on his mouth and the teasing glint in his eyes.

What would Yoongi think? A nineteen year old kid having a three year old son? He wasn't sure he wanted to know, but Yoongi made him feel safe. He didn't feel the need to hide as much, and his easy, somewhat harsh personality was refreshing.

Shoving the thoughts away, he focused back on his son. The daycare wasn't that big, and it was the cheapest he could find since he only got money from the cafe that he worked at it, since Jin owned it.

Pushing open the door, he greeted Nari behind the desk. She smiled kindly. "Good morning, Mr. Jeon. Hello Minjun," she greeted. Minjun instantly quieted, hiding behind his father's leg and burying his face in his knee. Jeongguk felt his smile falter a moment.

When Minjun was with him, or with Seokjin, he was talkative. He wasn't loud, but he certainly wasn't quiet unless he was sleepy. But whenever he was around others, he wouldn't utter a word. The daycare teachers called him in worry that he was mute or autistic- which he is neither.

"Hi Nari," he mumbled before he turned and keeled down. The boy had tears glistening in his brown eyes as he stared towards his father. Jeongguk felt his heart crack. He hated this. He hated leaving his son. "Min, daddy promises that I'm out of school early today. I come get you then okay? I just have to work at cafe with Uncle Jinnie for a couple of hours, and then we can go home and watch whatever you want."

Minjun sniffled, throwing his arms around Jeongguk's neck and hugging as tightly as his tiny body could. Jeongguk hugged him back, kissing his hair and murmuring an 'I love you, Min' with a heavy heart.

"Daddy, no leaf. Stay wif Mini," he whispered, eyeing Nari at the desk so that she wouldn't see him talk. Jeongguk closed his eyes a moment before he shook his head.

"I can't, baby," he murmured back. "Be a good boy for me? Tell me all the stories of what you do today when I come get you. Then we can have fun at the cafe, okay? With Uncle Jinnie."

"Mini miss daddy," the boy whimpered. Jeongguk hugged him again before he tapped his cheek. Giggling to himself, he placed a big sloppy kiss on Jeongguk's cheek that Jeongguk returned. Minjun squealed. "Bye bye."

"Bye, Min," he breathed. He straightened, watching as he was taken to the back with the other kids. Sighing, he turned and left the place without even saying goodbye to Nari. He winced, feeling slightly guilty before he shrugged it off.

He started walking towards the subway, intent on school since he might actually make it on time since Minjun wasn't nearly as fussy, when his phone rang. Fishing out his phone, he answered it already knowing who it was without even glancing at the call ID.

Only one person called him anyways.

"Morning, Gukkie!" Seokjin said, and Jeongguk swore he could see his smile through the phone.

"Morning, hyung."

"How was Min this morning? Any better compared to yesterday?" Seokjin asked, worry lacing his voice as it lowered a tad, the sounds of the cafe fading behind him. Jeongguk clutched his phone tighter.

"Much better. He's already at daycare. Speaking of which," Jeongguk pressed on, "I'll be picking him up today and coming to work my shift today with him." Seokjin hummed in understanding over the line. "Hyung, he wet the diaper again."

"Oh Gukkie," Seokjin breathed. "It's normal, honey, I promise. Some kids take longer, you know? He could just be a late bloomer is all."

Jeongguk groaned. "But hyung, you said he didn't drink anything! I don't know what to do... he had a accident at daycare once where he peed in the chair, and I... I'm worried. He still doesn't speak at daycare either."

"He's shy, hun," Seokjin reminded him gently. Jeongguk trembled a moment, fighting off the hopeless feeling. "And he knows he sounds funny when he talks because of his lisp and slight speech impediment, so he just... prefers to be quiet."

"I know, I just... my baby is not dumb. He is smart, Jin, god he is so freaking smart," Jeongguk rasped, hating the words that the daycare woman had told him two weeks prior. It still sent him into a rage whenever he thought it about.

"Yeah well, that wench is stupid. I know he is smart, Guk. I know he is, you know he is. He's still really young. He'll grow into himself," Seokjin promised. Shouting was heard over the line, and Seokjin sighed. "Sorry Guk. I have to go. Good luck at school."

"Bye hyung." Jeongguk hung up and sighed. He ignored the look the elderly lady in front of him was giving him. He didn't care what she thought about him. He was use to the remarks.

"Aren't you too young to have a kid?"

"You should focus more on school than messing around with girls"

"You're supposed to be a good boy."

He had heard it all before. He just blacked it out and pretended that he never heard it. They didn't know his life, know what he has been through. They have no right to judge him.

Or judge Minjun.

Walking onto campus, he ducked his head and raised his hood so that no one would stop him and wandered into his first class. He all but fell into his chair and sighed as he rubbed his face. He felt a little ridiculous in the outfit, but it made Minjun happy.

Glancing around the room, he was pleased to see that he was a little early and took out his phone to look through the news and create a reminder to go grocery shopping this weekend. Minjun was eating all the snacks, and bills needed to be paid by Sunday.

This class was one of the more easier ones- a basic science class that everyone has to take. Jeongguk pulled out of his textbook and notebook just as a deep husky voice broke through his quiet.

"Hey, Jeongguk," the voice greeted. Jeongguk looked up through his fringe and saw that it was Taehyung. Probably the only person that he talks to, although even that's rare. He was older than him by a year, making him a second year, and a different major.

This was the only class they shared.

The older man looked good today. His hair was dyed a dark chocolate brown, longer in the back and fluffed up. His smile was bright, eyes lined in kohl and he wore blue colored contacts. He wore a odd coral colored shirt, tucked into some loose ripped jeans and expensive shoes.

Kim Taehyung, photography major, and also known for being one of the most eccentric and beautiful on the school grounds. He was relatively known, even for a college, and he was also known for being really kind, but a little odd.

Jeongguk gave a nervous smile, feeling his anxiety rush through his system. And I wonder where Minjun gets it from... get it together! You're a dad. You can talk to a person normally. He cursed his inner dialogue as Taehyung plopped next to him.

"Um, uh, hi?"

Taehyung offered a bright smile, and Jeongguk felt his hands turn clammy when suddenly the other boy's nose scrunched and he leaned forward, smelling Jeongguk. Eyes large and mouth agape.

"Why do you smell like baby powder?" the other questioned. Jeongguk felt his entire body tense up at the question. He forgot his cologne after he took off Minjun's diaper! He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. "I noticed it before, but I didn't think anything of it."

"Uh, I, uh, baby sit?" he muttered.

"Oh really? I love kids so much! You're so lucky," Taehyung answered, beaming brightly as he took out his phone and pulled up a picture of him holding a little baby girl- younger than Minjun it appeared. "That is my baby sister when she was one and half."

"She's beautiful," Jeongguk said, and genuinely meant it. She looked healthy for her age, and that made him smile when he saw the love in the other's eyes as he kissed her cheek. It was a sweet picture.

Realizing who he was talking to, he cleared his throat and looked away as the nervousness returned, though the fact Taehyung seemed to like kids calmed him down a little. "Did you... need something, Taehyung sunbae-nim?"

Taehyung frowned. "Call me hyung, or just Tae. I don't like formalities." He cocked his head to the side as he examined Jeongguk's facial features before he sighed. "Do I... make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry. I can go? I know I'm overbearing and loud."

"Wait, no," Jeongguk called, realizing that Taehyung grabbed his bag to move. He grabbed his wrist and stopped him, then blushed and let go. Taehyung stayed still, eyes large.  "I'm sorry. It's not you... just most people leave me alone and... I'm not use to people talking to me?"

Taehyung made an 'O' shape with his mouth before he sat down and gave a somewhat shy smile. "Sorry- I just assumed we're friends, and I saw you sitting here so I just... wanted someone to talk to. You seem cool."

Jeongguk snorted, unable to stop himself. "And why is that? Don't you hear? I'm the reclusive freshman."

"Do you always listen to rumors?" Taehyung wondered. Jeongguk hesitated before he shrugged, picking at his jeans. Honestly, he didn't mind the rumors. He was just nervous that Minjun would be brought in. The idea of his son getting called a 'bastard' or a 'mistake' was something he couldn't handle.

"No. I just... I don't know," he finished lamely, a little exasperated. Taehyung laughed a bit, his deep chuckle too cute for such a deep voice like that.

"It's okay. Granted, I feel a little bad. I never really gave you a chance, but I want to change that and maybe become a better friend to you if I can," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Despite what people think, I don't really have many friends. Just Jimin, but he's always busy so..."

"It's okay, but, uh, I'm always busy too." Jeongguk, not really thinking, placed his phone on the table in front of him, his home screen showing. It was a picture of him and Minjun, when Minjun just turned three, and they were making funny faces at the camera.

Taehyung's eyes locked on the picture. Jeongguk, confused by the look on his face, flickered his eyes towards his phone and felt his whole body lock as Taehyung looked back at him with a shocked expression.

"Oh my god!" he shouted. Jeongguk jumped, desperation flooding his system as he shook his head rabidly. Taehyung seemed to sense his fear since he quieted down but not before he took Jeongguk's phone and stared at the picture.

"Taehyung- crap, please, I can explain!"

"He is so fucking cute, holy shit," he gushed, looking up at Jeongguk with sparkling eyes. Jeongguk froze, his breathe halting in his lungs as he stared at the older. "He looks just like you, Jeongguk. Look at him! He's yours right?"

Anxious and unsure of what to say, he remained frozen as the other boy looked up and took in Jeongguk's bewildered and scared face. Taehyung frowned and lowered the phone. "Jeongguk? It's okay... you don't have to be worried or anything. I won't tell."

"You won't... judge me or anything?" he murmured, then looked towards his phone. His expression turned pained. "Or judge Minjun?"

Taehyung face turned serious, a frown pulling at his full lips. "Jeongguk, I would never do that. If you have a son, you have a son. Life is life, and if anything, I just..." Taehyung blushed a moment. "I admire you. School and a kid? That's a lot of work."

Jeongguk sagged, relief clear across his face before he sharply inhaled and met Taehyung's eyes. He gave a tiny smile. "Thank you... really... thank you, hyung." Taehyung nodded his head firmly, then looked back at the screen with a small smile.

"How old?"

"Three, just last month," Jeongguk admitted, smiling at the thought of his son. Taehyung cooed, long thumb stroking the screen. "His name is Jeon Minjun, and he's... he's my world."

"He precious, Guk," Taehyung whispered, then beamed. "He really looks like you. It's actually scary."

Jeongguk laughed, nodding his head. "Yeah, I've seen my baby pictures and I compared them to Min, and I swear I nearly passed out. It's like I have a tiny clone running around." He rolled his eyes and took his phone back. Taehyung giggled just as class started.

Jeongguk was... relieved. Someone knew about Minjun, and he was okay with it. He had told Yoongi before that he had a friend that was loud, but he didn't really consider him a friend until now. Taehyung looked content, spoke to him even during class.

It felt odd, and it still made him anxious, and he hated saying no to him when he asked if he could meet Minjun, but he wasn't quite ready for his two separate lives to cross yet. School was where he was Jeongguk, a quiet nineteen year old kid, but once he was off of campus? He was Jeongguk, a father and a worker.

When class was over, Taehyung handed him his number before they parted ways. Jeongguk finished his second class in a slight blur before he hurried towards the daycare with brisk steps, eager to be with Minjun.

Stepping inside, he waved at Nari. The woman called for Minjun, and he watched as the boy dropped the block he was playing with and ran towards him with open arms. Jeongguk sighed, finally able to breathe again, and opened his arms to accept his son.

"Daddy!" he squealed in his ear as he picked him up and twirled him around. His chubby arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his giggle echoing through his ear. Jeongguk smiled and set him down.

"Go get your stuff, baby. We got to go to the cafe to see Uncle Jinnie," Jeongguk reminded him. The boy nodded and waddled back to get his stuff before hurrying back and taking Jeongguk's hand. He waved at Nari, who waved back.

Stepping out into the day, he glanced down at his son.

"How was your day? Have fun?" he questioned. Minjun nodded his head, eyes shining as he skipped next to his father.

"Yeah! Pway lots. Mini made friend, me thint. He came and sat next to Mini," he said, and grinned. Jeongguk felt his heart swell as he squeezed his hand gently.

"That's great! I'm glad you made a friend. Guess what?" he said, thinking back to Taehyung with a quick smile. Minjun gasped, echoing a loud 'what daddy?' that had him chuckling. He leaned down like he had a secret and whispered in his ear. "Daddy made a friend too."

Minjun gasped. "Daddy make friend? We both made friend and dress aliwe!" he shouted, bouncing up and down excitedly. Jeongguk grinned and nodded. They headed down the subway and got on the train.

Jeongguk settled Minjun in his lap, adjusting the boys weight and pulled out his phone as an idea popped in his head. Grinning, he looked at Minjun. "Hey, baby, take selfie with daddy? Want to send it to my new friend?"

"Yeah! Pisture," he cheered. Opening up his phone, he angled the camera and made a cute face that Minjun instantly copied. He snapped a few pictures, let Minjun take one or two, before he lowered the phone and put Taehyung's number in before he opened a new chat.

Jeongguk: *image attached* we dressed alike and made a new friend today :)

"Daddy, what say?" Minjun asked as he looked at the text that his father sent. His face was scrunched up cutely, lower lip jutted out in a pout. Jeongguk smiled.

"I said how we dressed alike and how we made a new friend today," he recited. Minjun bounced excitedly. Jeongguk bit back a groan at the weight shifting close to his privates and warned the other to stop- he had Minjun hit his groin more than once in his life.

"Daddy! Wookie!" he said, and shoved his thumb in his mouth as Taehyung answered. Jeongguk removed his thumb and scolded him lightly before opening the chat.

Taehyung: I am pretty sure I just died of cuteness. Holy crap you two are the cutest things alive and my heart melted. Like I am literally fan-girling in my photography class and my teacher asked if I am returning to my home planet.

Jeongguk: Thanks hyung :) but don't die. How will you meet Minjun if you die?

Taehyung: AHHHHH I GET TO MEET HIM!

Jeongguk: tomorrow, after my first class. Come to my place for lunch? He will be there.

Taehyung: I'm there :)

"Daddy! I meet daddy friend?" he asked. Jeongguk nodded and put his phone away but he stood. Minjun grabbed his hand as they exited the train. Minjun pouted. "What if no wike Mini? What if... hurt Mini?"

Jeongguk paused and picked him up, placing him at his hip. "No one will ever hurt you again, Minjun. Do you hear me? Daddy will never let that happen, my big boy. Never ever."

Minjun nodded and hugged him. "And no one hurt Mini daddy. Mini won't let."

"Okay baby. Now let's get see Uncle Jinnie."

"Yoongi, come on. Wake up already," Hoseok grunted, shoving the unmoving ball that was named Min Yoongi. The latter grunted at the force of the shoving, but didn't stir as he snuggled deeper into his blankets. "Seriously? Wake the fuck up, you piece of lazy shit!"

"Ugh, leave me alone," Yoongi groaned, lifting his head to glare out of his nest of blankets towards the intruder which was, sadly, his best friend. Hoseok had his lips pursed, clothes rumpled from sleep, and his hair messy and all over as he glared right back towards the older. "And I believe you forgot a word."

"Says the one acting five," Hoseok snorted. Yoongi flashed him the finger before glancing at the time. It was only eight thirty in the morning. "Yoongi, it's Friday. Get your ass up. We have class in an hour and a half."

Sighing, Yoongi kicked off his delicious blankets with a whimper as the cool January air touched his skin. Shivering and cursing, he trudged out of bed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Hoseok had been staying over at his place for a couple of days, and Yoongi didn't really mind too much (other than the wake up calls) so he just let him. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence so he just let it be.

Showering quickly and dressing in loose jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and hoodie, Yoongi trudged into the kitchen making grabby hands. Hoseok rolled his hands and handed him a plain white mug filled with hot coffee- black.

Sighing in relief, the older drank it down with a gasp of delight. "You truly are the Sun God, Hobi," he muttered. Hoseok's face scrunched as he stared in slight disgust towards the other and a snort tearing through his throat.

"Yeah, you're definitely still half asleep if you're saying shit like that," he remarked and sighed, glancing at his phone. "Namjoon wanted to meet tonight. Dinner either here or my place. You down or nah?"

"Sure. Free food."

Hoseok nodded. "As long as it's not his cooking, anyway," he mused. Yoongi nodded gravely, shuddering at the memory of the last time the tall, God of Destruction was anywhere near the kitchen. "I'm not what to be more afraid of- his food or him in the kitchen in general."

"The latter. Definitely the latter," Yoongi answered sternly. Hoseok guffawed but agreed. Yoongi took another long sip of his coffee and groaned. "So, what are we doing today?"

"Well, we have dance class, but it's moved up earlier since it's Friday. It's at three now, and we should be out by five to head to mine," Hoseok said, a thoughtful look crossing his features. He raised his eyes carefully. "Maybe we should invite Jeongguk?"

"Wow, Hobs. Branching out finally," Yoongi teased. Hoseok groaned and ran a hand through his red hair with a tired sigh. He waved him off. "No, I get you. Sure, we can invite him. But, as you said, he usually declines."

Hoseok shrugged. "Worth a shot." He glanced back at his phone. "And tomorrow evening I am meeting with my partner of the dance." A sigh caught in his throat. "I hate training newbies."

"Aw, poor Hobi."

"I will throw a shoe at you," the other warned as he eyed the pale man. Yoongi gave a sweet smile that showcased his pink gums. Shaking his head, he eyed Yoongi a moment before he took a sip of his tea. "You know, you have to meet up with Jeongguk. You're partners."

Yoongi's eyes widened. "Oh shit. I forgot about that..." he muttered. Hoseok nodded gravely. "He's a great dancer- I have been watching him. You gonna have to work to keep up with him."

"Yay me," he sighed, "but that isn't my problem. What if he refuses to meet up with me? I'm working to be closer friends with him so he is at least more comfortable, but this project is due soon."

"Better get cracking," he remarked before he set his tea done. Yoongi glared but didn't answer as he grabbed his bag. The two men got their things together before they left the apartment, setting out on their track towards college.

January was freezing, and Yoongi was glad he layered a bit as they walked briskly through the cold with their breathes visible in front of their eyes. Neither said anything as they rode the metro and parted ways at the campus- heading to their respective buildings.

Yoongi was eager to get out of the cold, but was startled when he saw Jeongguk sitting on a nearby bench, head down and texting away furiously with a sad expression on his face. Deciding to man up, Yoongi drifted towards him and waited till he glanced up.

"Oh, Yoongi hyung!" he said, and stood quickly with a small smile. "Good morning."

"You look much better today," Yoongi mentioned softly, offering a tiny smile. Jeongguk flushed a bit, shifting his weight from foot to foot before he nodded.

"Yeah. I had some good sleep and wasn't woken up early," he remarked, then scowled as he ducked his head- as if the words embarrassed him. Yoongi wasn't sure why but he didn't press and chuckled.

"That makes one of us. Hoseok I swear is the sun personified and wakes when the sun does," he quipped, shaking his head gravely. Jeongguk grinned, laughter erupting from his throat as he nodded his head.

"That honestly doesn't surprise me in the least," he answered, his nose scrunching cutely while his doe eyes twinkled. Yoongi smiled back, ignoring the way his heart leaped into his throat. Jeongguk cleared his throat and looked away. "Did you... need something?"

"Just, saw you? Wanted to say 'hi' I guess..." Yoongi trailed off before he brightened and waved a little. "Hi, Jeongguk."

Giggling, the younger boy waved back and offered a large smile that caused his whole face to brighten and his nose to twitch cutely. "Hi, Yoongi hyung."

"How have you been?" Yoongi pressed, cocking his head to the side as he searched the boys features. He liked looking at Jeongguk. He noted the little things, like the nervous twitch of his fingers, the way his bottom lip was between his teeth, or the way his doe eyes said more than his mouth ever did.

"Good, actually." He flushed and looked at the ground. "I actually made a friend? A real friend."

Yoongi felt himself quiver. Did Jeongguk not consider them friends? That kind of hurt, but then again, he never admitted allowed that he was friends with Jeongguk so couldn't really blame the other man for thinking it.

Clearing his throat, Yoongi offered a tiny, nervous smile. "That's awesome. Want to up the number by one more?" he asked, his own raspy voice dropping a little lower as he clenched his fist by his side.

Jeongguk's head snapped open, mouth parted cutely and his brown eyes like saucers as he made a unrecognizable noise in his throat. He blinked once, and Yoongi remained still, face carefully blank.

Finally, he gave a shy smile. "I guess... I've made two friends, hyung," he breathed quietly. Yoongi broke into a large gummy smile, eyes crinkling a bit before he reached over and fluffed Jeongguk's hair- one to see if it was as soft as it appeared and two because he really wanted to touch Jeongguk.

"I'm really happen for you. The shy boy is growing up."

Jeongguk frowned. "I am an adult, you know," he muttered. Yoongi raised his hands, noting the slight defensive tone.

"Probably more than I am. Sorry." Yoongi felt guilt nibble at his insides. Jeongguk seemed to be sensitive to that, so he made a note in his mind. Jeongguk instantly softened, guilt etched into his soft, bunny features.

"No, hyung, I'm sorry- that... ugh, I'm really bad with people. Forgive me, hyung."

"Forgiven," he replied then glanced at his phone. He flinched. "Sorry, Bunny, but I gotta bounce! See you in dance!" he called as he ran towards the building. Jeongguk froze at the nickname before he softened and smiled back.

"Okay! Bye hyungie!"

Yoongi felt his insides flutter as the endearment left the others lips while his embarrassment rolled in his mind. Did he really let the nickname slip? Yes, and there was no going back. At least he accepted it alright.

Shuffling into class, Yoongi threw himself into the chair that caused Namjoon to arch a brow towards the other boy. Casting his friend a look, he rolled his eyes and muttered a 'don't ask' that caused the other to grin but remain silent.

When class was over, Yoongi walked with Namjoon as his side as they headed for the school cafeteria. Getting their food and paying, they settled into the chairs as Yoongi numbly ate. "Namjoon, I think I have a crush."

"Whoop, there it is," Namjoon remarked before he lowered his sandwich. Leaning forward and intertwining his fingers, he met the elder's eyes carefully. "So, you think you like Jeongguk?"

"I don't think, Joon. I know," he answered firmly. Namjoon softened, offering a small smile. "Okay, it's stupid. But I really do want to get to know him more. More than just friends. I don't love him or anything, but I feel like, I don't know, we could be go? I'm not sure. I just, he's nice and I feel more open with him."

"Have you tried asking him on a date?" Namjoon asked calmly. Yoongi shook his head firmly.

"No. He isn't ready. Today was the first time he even acknowledged friendship with me, let alone anything else," Yoongi explained quietly, then sighed. "If I am honest, I wasn't expecting wanting a relationship with someone. I'm older, and I haven't dated in forever. Just the occasional sex during college parties I actually attend. But a boyfriend?"

"Does it scare you?" Namjoon wondered. Yoongi hesitated before he nodded slowly.

"Yes, I like the idea of a relationship," Yoongi admitted, and Namjoon felt shocked the other was expressing this much. This must really be bothering the other to be so open. "But being in one is different. What if I fuck up? I'm an asshole on a good day, a total tool on a bad one. Who would want a relationship with me?"

"Hyung, that's a little harsh," Namjoon interjected with a frown. Yoongi sighed and ran a hand through his coal colored hair. "You aren't... okay, yes you can be an asshole, but inside you're squishy."

Yoongi deadpanned. "Thanks, Joon."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Look, hyung, you aren't a bad person. Rough around the edges? Sure. A pain sometimes? Definitely, but inside, you're a very sweet and caring person. You're a good man and would make a good boyfriend to the right person. If you think that Jeongguk is someone for you? Try it out. It won't hurt to try."

Yoongi bit his tongue, eyes dropping to the table as the words rolled around in his head. Inside he knew that Namjoon was right. He should at least try, but the idea was scary to him. He wanted a relationship, someone he can love, but was he really ready for one?

He felt like it, and when it came to Jeongguk, Yoongi found himself wanting to learn about him. To learn about where he came from, his parents and childhood. He wanted to learn his favorite color, what is his favorite coffee, and what he spends his morning doing.

Could he really do it?

He did like Jeongguk- he wanted to try.

Yoongi glanced up and pursed his lips, studying Namjoon's features and sighed out a slow breathe before offering a small smile. "Thanks, Joon. Sometimes I wonder if I even work as your hyung."

Namjoon laughed, shaking his head. "No, you're still the hyung. For sure. God knows I would be lost in the music world without your help." Grinning, Yoongi took another bite of his sandwich when he felt someone approach him.

Looking up, his eyes brightened when he saw a very nervous Jeongguk giving a slightly awkward smile as his eyes drifted to Namjoon and back to Yoongi. "Um, s-sorry to disturb you, hyungie- I mean hyung- but I wanted to tell you that I promise to not be late to dance today. I have to be somewhere, um, off campus but I won't be late okay?"

"Sure thing," Yoongi replied, and gave a concerned look. "Is everything okay? Nothing wrong?"

Jeongguk's eyes widened and he waved his hands. "No! Everything is fine, just, uh, something I had planned forgetting dance was moved up? Hopefully it won't be too long but I promised," he said, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Though I am nervous."

Yoongi got the feeling he wouldn't answer if he pressed, so he plastered a smile on his face and gave an encouraging smile. "Don't worry. Whatever it is, I am sure everything will be great. See you dance, okay?"

Jeongguk nodded his head, right when his phone chirped. He glanced at it then flushed. "Thanks, hyungie! See you later!" he said, then hurried off. Yoongi waved and looked back at Namjoon with a horrified expression.

"I'm whipped."

"Glad you said it, and not me."

******

By the time dance class rolled around, Yoongi was anxious to see if everything went okay. He could tell the other was anxious, so he could only hope that whatever it was went really smoothly so it would ease him.

Hoseok was already stretching- something he still refused to do for no other reason than he was too lazy to even attempt to bend in ways his body never would- and he remained sitting with his legs crossed and eyes drifting to the doors every few minutes.

Time was trickling by, and the lump in his throat was growing. Feelings or not, as a friend he was at least a little worried. He felt a bit better since Hoseok also seemed to be concerned, a light frown painting his features.

"I know he's usually late, but now I feel concerned since you said he said he wasn't going to be late," Hoseok muttered, sighing as he finally sat still on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair. "Great. Now I feel like a hyung."

Yoongi huffed. "You are a hyung."

"Yeah, but now I feel like one," Hoseok countered. "You know, as a friend?" Rolling his eyes, he ignored him and let his eyes drift back to the door. Hoseok followed suit, then groaned. "Seriously, what are we? Stalkers? We barely know the kid."

"But he is our friend."

Finally, the door opened and Jeongguk strolled in with his usual expression of slight nerves, but when his eyes landed on Yoongi, he gave a shy smile and made a beeline for him. Relieved, Yoongi smiled as he tossed his bag and settled next to them with a little wave.

"Thank god you made it!" Hoseok cried, then promptly threw his arms around Jeongguk and hugged him tightly. Jeongguk froze, eyes widening as he gasped. Hoseok didn't seem to notice as he hugged him tighter. "We were worried for you!"

"Y-you were?"

"Of course we were," Yoongi replied, and offered his smile. Jeongguk blinked before he raised his hands and rested them on Hoseok's arms. The elder finally pulled away and searched his features. Jeongguk swallowed nervously.

"This gonna sound weird, but you smell good, dude. Like really good,"  Hoseok calmly stated. Jeongguk turned bright red, but didn't answer as the other chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Cute. You got shyer. Anyways, glad you're okay."

"Um, t-thanks?" Jeongguk muttered, looking towards Yoongi with a deer in the headlights look. Amused, he slapped Hoseok's ass, causing the other to squeal and pull away from Jeongguk.

"Leave the poor thing alone, Hobi. You're scaring him," he explained. Hoseok blushed and mumbled an apology. Jeongguk waved him off, smiling sweetly.

"It's okay. Thanks for caring, Hobi hyung." The red haired grinned and waved him off as he went back to stretching. Jeongguk followed suit while Yoongi scooted closer and met Jeongguk's eyes.

"How did it go? It go okay?"

"Huh?" Jeongguk asked, scrunching his nose before realization dawned in his walnut colored eyes and he brightened. "Oh, it went really great. I am so happy because I was so scared that M-" Jeongguk cut himself off, coughing to try and cover whatever he was going to say. Fear and anxiety returned to his eyes. "Uh, yeah it w-went great."

Yoongi didn't push. He had a feeling it would scare the other. "I'm really happy for you, Bunny. I know that was weighing on you." Jeongguk sagged, relief clear on his features as he nodded his head and smiled towards Yoongi.

"Thanks, hyungie. That... really means a lot."

"Oh!" Hoseok said, straightening as he scooted to interject Yoongi and Jeongguk with large eyes. Jeongguk turned his much calmer brown eyes towards Hoseok with a soft, warm smile. "Speaking of which, tonight Yoongi hyung, me, and our friend Namjoonie are getting together at my place for some food- not his, thank fuck- but anyways, you're invited. We just gonna talk and play some video games."

Jeongguk had a look fall over his face. "Video games?"

"Yeah, like Overwatch and Fortnite, and shit," Hoseok said, and snorted. "We are kinda secret nerds." He eyed the younger. "You play?"

Jeongguk had a sad look fall over his face as he lowered his head. "I, uh, no, I don't really play..." Yoongi frowned. There was something in his voice that caught his attention, a sadness, or an ache, almost like a wistfulness. "Anyways, I would love to come, hyung, but I can't... um, maybe next time?"

Hoseok masked his disappointment with a smile. "Sure! Next time, right?" he said, and ruffled Jeongguk's hair again. The younger nodded his head, but looked away. Yoongi opened his mouth to ask what was wrong when the professor called everyone's attention.

Jeongguk was the first to pop to his feet. Yoongi frowned but stood with Hoseok as the class started, and Yoongi was thrown back into physical agony.

"You should really make a home on the dance floor, hyungie," Jeongguk commented, laughing as he wiped his forehead as he leaned down to peer at the coal haired man lying on the floor, groaning. Hoseok laughed.

"Seriously, Yoongi hyung. You lay there so much, you gonna make a bed?" he asked, giving Jeongguk a high-five. Yoongi pouted, groaning a bit under his breath as he rolled over onto his stomach. "Come on. Stop lying there. Get up."

Jeongguk grinned as he poked at Yoongi's back, biting his lip at the feeling of hot flesh that was covered by the fabric of his shirt. The elder popped open his eye and cast a distasteful look towards the other two.

"How can you even stand right now?" he wondered wearily. Jeongguk laughed, casting a small wink towards his smaller hyung.

"I'm use to it, I guess. Come on. Get up already," Jeongguk said, kicking him lightly. Yoongi sighed, but pushed himself up and clambered to his feet. He swayed a moment before he grabbed his bag.

Jeongguk swung his bag over his shoulder and glanced at his phone. A sigh caught in his throat before he looked at the other two. Hoseok already saw the look on his brown eyes, and knew he was about to leave.

He wondered if they would ever unravel the mystery that is Jeon Jeongguk.

"Sorry, hyungies. I gotta go..." he trailed off awkwardly and forced a small smile. "Have fun tonight. See you guys Monday?"

Ducking his head, he hurried from the room. Yoongi watched him go, heart deflating a bit as he watched him rush off. Hoseok touched his shoulder and cocked his head. "Namjoon has alcohol."

"Count me in," he replied, grabbing his bag. Hoseok followed suit as they wandered out of the dance studio and started headed for Hoseok's place. They walked quietly, Yoongi wondered about where Jeongguk disappears too.

When they arrive, Namjoon was already sitting on the couch with the games booted up, beers on the coffee table with a two large pizzas. Hoseok gasped in delight. "There is a God!" he praised before he rushed over and snagged a piece.

Namjoon sighed. "Slow down, you animal," he grunted before looked up and smiled towards Yoongi. "Hey hyung. Grab a slice and a beer. Unwind."

"Don't have to tell me twice," he answered. He dropped his bag and grabbed the beer before he settled on the couch and popped the lid. He took a long swing as he leaned his head back. Namjoon eyed.

"Dance class?"

"Torturous." Yoongi swung his arm over his eyes and sighed. "Jeongguk couldn't make it so it's just us three."

"Do you ever wonder where he goes? Like I swear that kid is a ghost," Hoseok remarks around a mouthful of pizza. Namjoon hesitated before shrugged, agreeing a bit under his breathe. Hoseok swallowed. "I mean, now that I am talking to him, he's really cool and definitely shy. Like, damn, he barely raised his voice, but he's a good person."

Namjoon frowned. "Family problems, maybe? I mean, that might explain the disappearances?" His eyes fluttered to Yoongi. "He tell you anything?"

"No. He's pretty secretive and doesn't say much about himself," Yoongi replied. "But we just became friends, so I don't know." He heaved a sigh. "Look, I came here to drink and play stupid games, not talk about Bunny, okay?"

"And done," Hoseok said, grabbing the controller to start up the game. Sighing in relief, he continued to drink and ignore his pestering thoughts as the shouts of his two best friends started playing the game.

******

Yoongi groaned as he stirred from sleep, a hiss going through him as he stretched out his body and peeled open his eyes to see light streaming in from his windows and his bed a mess. Sighing through his nose, he pushed himself up and hearing his TV going off from the living room.

Grunting a bit, he checked his phone and saw that it was almost noon. Sighing through his nose, he got up and showered and dressed before he made an appearance in front of Hoseok who was sitting on the couch with his eyes locked on the screen.

"Morning, hyung. We're out of food," he called. Yoongi sighed, turning to glare towards Hoseok with a arched brow. Hoseok looked sheepish as he gave a tiny smile. "Oops?"

"I think you meant my food," he corrected and then touched his growling stomach. "Alright... I guess I need to go food shopping, and guess what? Your lazy ass is coming too." Hoseok groaned but pushed himself to his feet.

Silently gathering their wallets and jackets before they exited the apartment and exhaled into the air. Hoseok shoved his hands in his pockets as he sighed. "Remind to stay stay up till one am playing video games with Joon."

"Noted and sent," Yoongi sighed and groaned. "God, I'm tired and I still have some work for some classes to do. But first, food."

"Amen," Hoseok answered. They fell back into quiet as they entered the store, the red haired grabbing the cart while Yoongi pulled out his phone and checked his notes for the grocery list. His eyes skimmed before he pointed towards the vegetable section.

Hoseok agreed wordlessly as they shopped. Yoongi grabbed what he needed, adding a few extra snacks since Hoseok has been lingering more. He briefly wondered if everything was alright at home, or if something happened with his sister, but decided to wait until the other was ready to say anything.

They had been friends long enough to know Hoseok will tell you what is on his mind when he ready, and never before. He liked to think things over, make sure his feelings are valued before he burdened you with his issues.

Yoongi never minded. He could be the same way.

Drifting to the next aisle, Yoongi sighed as he glanced at the cereals before he looked back towards Hoseok, who was answering a text on his phone with a slight look over his features. "Do you want Fruit Loops or Frosted Flakes?"

"Fruit Loops, duh," he answered and sent his friend a feigned look of betrayal. Rolling his eyes at his dramatics, he grabs two boxes and tosses them into the cart. Hoseok grinned. "Epic."

"You are very tiresome, " Yoongi muttered with a sigh. Hoseok laughed but didn't disagree as they turned. Hoseok eyed the two men and what looked like a toddler attached to one of their hips- that seemed to be a little ways down the aisle, their backs turned.

Hoseok's eyes widened when he recognized soft brown hair, tawny skin, and delicate features. "Holy shit, hyung. Is that Jeongguk?" he wondered, mouth parting in shock. Yoongi raised his head from the other cereals, turning to where Yoongi was looking and felt his throat tighten.

Jeongguk was talking quietly, a warm smile on his face as he talked to the older man with silvery pink hair and a toddler attached to his hip. His eyes were bright, unguarded like he had nothing to fear, and his voice lilting and bright as he spoke in softer tones.

The toddler was giggling with his head on the broad shoulder of the older man, who seemed to have fun playing with the boys timberland clad feet. His hair was a black color, fluffy on his head and his features angular.

The pink haired man seemed to be really handsome- beautiful even- with his pink hair and soft smile of his full pink lips. His eyes were a light brown that glinted with affection and mirth as he teased Jeongguk.

But Yoongi couldn't care about him. His eyes were locked on Jeongguk, the little bunny boy, who looked with a bright smile on his face utterly breathtaking.

"Yeah, it is."

"Let's say hi," Hoseok cheered, grabbing Yoongi's hand to pull him over. Yoongi panicked, eyes widening when he realized what Hoseok meant and started rabidly shaking his head, but it was too late. Hoseok already called out his name. "Jeongguk!"

Jeongguk's head snapped around, eyes widening and mouth parted in a small 'O'. Upon seeing two familiar forms, the smile vanished from his face and returned was the shy and anxious boy from school, but a bit worse as he shifted from foot to foot with saucer shaped eyes.

Hoseok didn't seem to notice. "Heya Jeonggukkie! I didn't think you shopped here," he greeted, grinning from ear to ear. Yoongi smiled back, just happy to see him, even though he looked really uncomfortable.

He hesitated before nodding, hand tightening around a box Fruit Pebbles. "Uh, yeah... sometimes?" he cut the two hyung's a nervous look. "You two... shopping together?"

Yoongi nodded. "This dumb-" Yoongi cut the toddler a glance, then cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, this dummy ate all the food so I had to come out of nest to feed myself."

Jeongguk chuckled, his eyes drifting towards the man he was with before he looked back towards Hoseok and Yoongi. Hoseok butted in.

"Not my fault! I was hungry," he whined before he ran a hand through his hair. "Anyways, have you had a chance to start thinking about a dance for the project? I haven't had time, but I am meeting my partner tonight."

Jeongguk licked his lips. "Um, I have a little. Not a lot," he murmured quietly, eyes jumping to Yoongi. "Right, uh, we need to get together soon. We need to practice together, right, hyungie?' he asked.

Yoongi blinked, surprised, but nodded his head firmly and smiled. "Of course. Tomorrow around one sound good? I'm pretty flexible, but I have work in the evening."

Jeongguk hesitated before he nodded, pulling out a piece of paper from a bag in the cart and scribbling some numbers on it before passing it to Yoongi. The elder held it tightly in his hand.

"Yeah, one works, I guess. My number... in case something changes," he said, then cleared his throat nervously. Yoongi smiled and put it in his pocket.

"Thanks. Oh, my place or your place?"

"Yours!" he shouted then quieted when the man he was with shot him a look, arm tightening around the utterly silent toddler who was staring at Yoongi with big, dark eyes. His thumb was locked in his mouth, pink lips puffed out as he stared. "Uh, sorry. Yours, please."

Yoongi managed to pull himself away from the toddlers wallowing eyes and smiled back towards the other. "Sure. I don't mind. I'll text you my address and you can just show up."

The toddler suddenly whined, shifting on the other man's hip. Jeongguk glanced over, eyes widening a bit as the man scolded him lightly, asking him to be still. The baby didn't seem to want to listen.

Hoseok seemed to take this as his cue. He smiled towards the older man. "Hi, I'm Hoseok. I'm a friend of Jeongguk's! We take the same dance class, and that's Yoongi. Also a friend."

The man hesitated, glancing over at Jeongguk, before he gave a sweet smile and waved a bit awkwardly with a whiny toddler on his hip. "Hi, I'm Seokjin. I'm Jeongguk's brother. Nice to meet you two. I have heard a bit about you both."

"All good things I hope," Hoseok added, smiling.

"All lies, probably," Yoongi rebuked. The toddler whined again, kicking his leg to meet Seokjin's leg. He grunted, apologizing towards Hoseok and Yoongi, but the older waved him off as the dark brown eyes of the babe met his.

"Mini, please," Seokjin hissed, trying to adjust him. The toddler struggled again, eyes wide and staring towards Yoongi with slight curiosity and wonder. The kid had big chubby chips, long lashes- he was stunning kid.

Without thinking, Yoongi offered a small smile, waving a bit. "Hey, little man. What's your name?" he asked, leaning closer so he could see the kid better. Jeongguk opened his mouth, stepping closer nervously.

"Minjun," the boy mumbled around his thumb. Jeongguk froze, eyes widening in disbelief that matched Seokjin's. They exchanged a brief look that Yoongi didn't really catch as he focused on the small kid.

He nearly melted at the little lisped answer.

"How old are you, Minjun?" he questioned sweetly, lowering his tone a bit to sound playful and friendly. He was never good with kids, and usually avoided them at all costs. He was scared he was going to break them, or say something bad and ruin them.

"Twee," he slurred.

"Whoa! So big!" Yoongi feigned surprise, wondering where the fuck this was coming from but he decided to go with it since the toddler giggled and wiggled in the man's arms. Yoongi pointed to himself. "I'm Yoongi and I'm 22."

The babe quieted, searching the older's features before he smiled again. "Yoonie!" he said, attempting to pronounce the other's name, but it didn't quite come out right. He didn't have the heart to correct him. "Hi Yoonie."

"Hello, Minjunie," he replied, and grinned back. The boy giggled before shyly hiding his face in Seokjin's neck. Jeongguk stepped in front, offering a weak and shaky smile as he gestured vaguely around.

"Well, uh, we have to go, but um, it was good seeing you? See you tomorrow, okay?" he rushed, words blending together slightly in his effort to get them out. Yoongi blinked, but nodded as Seokjin grabbed their cart, adjusting Minjun on his hip, before they hurry off.

Minjun waved at Yoongi from over the other's shoulder, and Yoongi felt his heart melt a bit as they disappeared around the corner.

Neither one moved, almost afraid to it seemed, before Hoseok puffed out his cheeks and offered a surprised smile. "Well, that was interesting. Dude, that guy had the cutest kid!" he gushed, remembered the cute little cheeks. "Some family genes though- he looked like Jeongguk a little."

"Yeah, a bit," he replied. Hoseok eyed him,

"Who knew you were good with kids."

Yoongi snorted, shaking his head firmly. "I'm not really. I usually avoid them at all costs. I have the mouth of a fucking sailor. Me with kids? Definitely not."

Hoseok arched a brow. "So what? You had a brief moment of 'fatherly' love?" he asked, looking back to where the kid just was. Yoongi groaned, tossing a random thing of cereal in the cart.

"I don't know, okay? He was cute, and he looked distressed. I wanted to help," he snapped. Hoseok pursed his lips.

"Sounds like 'dad syndrome ' to me. You know... like how girls through their 'mom fever' where they just wanna fuck and have a baby? Yeah, like that, but dude version," Hoseok explained, nodding his head. Yoongi stared at him.

"Blocked and reported."

"Hey!" Hoseok yelled as Yoongi marched for the next aisle. Hoseok scurried after him with the cart in tow. "I'm just saying. Anyways... we did get something out of this shopping trip."

"And what's that?"

"We learned Jeongguk has a brother, a adorable nephew, and his number with a date tomorrow," he answer, a prideful smirk on his lips. "All in all, a success."

"Friendship canceled," he deadpanned.

"YOONGI!

"Why are you flipping out so much, Guk?" Taehyung wondered, pulling his legs beneath him as his eyes strayed to the small toddler sitting on a colored blanket, playing with his toys while some cartoons played.

Taehyung and Jeongguk's homework was spread out over the coffee table while Seokjin was cooking dinner in the kitchen. Jeongguk had been on high alert since he had run into Yoongi and Hoseok at the supermarket earlier that day, his body buzzing and his fingers drumming against his thigh as he stared towards his son with terror.

"They saw him, hyung. They saw my son," he breathed, voice trembling with anxiety and fear. Jeongguk was glad that his son's favorite show was on, so he was lost in his own little world and not paying attention to his father on the couch.

Jeongguk couldn't exactly explain why it scared it him so much. Call him crazy but the idea of people knowing that it was his son was scary to him. He wasn't ready to face judgement from two people he was becoming really close with- one who makes his heart race and his face flush.

He was scared that they were going to piece it together and realize that it was Jeongguk's son and then what? What happened then? He would be just him and Seokjin, and now Taehyung since ever since he found out he had been super supportive and becoming a really good friend and older brother.

Even though Minjun hasn't said a word to him, just accepted his presence and played with him a little, Taehyung was still there and promised to keep his secret to the grave. Jeongguk was really grateful since Taehyung was closer to his age then Seokjin was.

He loved Seokjin, he really did, but sometimes their age gap made it difficult for them to connect about certain things, unlike Taehyung who was only older than him by a year. Though the way he acted made Jeongguk feel old sometimes.

Seokjin wandered into the room, sitting himself on the edge of the couch. "Gukkie, stop freaking out. They had no clue that Min is your son. They didn't even second guess it. Relax. Breathe," he said, touching his shoulder. Jeongguk tried, but his eyes ended up welling up with tears.

"What if they say bad thing about him? About his birth and if he is my son... and what about..." he whispered, eyes drifting towards the boy on the blanket, eyes glued to the screen with his thumb in his mouth. Taehyung grabbed his hand.

"Jeongguk, really, it's like Jin hyung said. They didn't even think about it. It's okay," he promised. Jeongguk inhaled a sharp breathe as he turned his watery brown eyes towards his two closest friends, and gave a watery exhale.

"Yeah... yeah, you're right. And what does it matter? I still have Min and you two," he murmured to himself. Seokjin nodded his agreement, patting his shoulder gently.

"And, to be honest, I don't know why you are freaking out so much. Yoongi was so gentle with Minjun- and look how Minjun responded!" Seokjin reminded him, looking towards the toddler with curious eyes. "He spoke to him, Guk."

"Yeah, and he hasn't even spoken to me," Taehyung pouted, jutting out his lower lip and sniffling. Jeongguk's mind wandered back to the store, remembering the gentle tones in which he spoke, the sugary smile he had given the baby.

But then he remembered his life in Busan.

"That's because he didn't know that Minjun is my son. That he is my baby," Jeongguk snapped, rubbing his temple. "Remember how they treated me in Busan, hyung? How she raped me but because she got pregnant it was all my fault? The way they treated me like I was trash- calling me a who-"

Jeongguk stopped himself, remembering his precious son was in the room, and shook his head. He pushed himself up and sighed. 

"She was going to abort him. I couldn't let her. He shouldn't suffer from us, and our mistakes anyways," he muttered. Seokjin pressed his lips together, nodding, before he stood and returned to the kitchen to finish the food.

Feeling needy and unsure, Jeongguk looked towards his son. "Hey Min? Can daddy have a hug?" he asked. Minjun looked away from the TV, clambering to his feet as he waddled towards him with big, worried eyes.

"Daddy sad?"

Jeongguk shook his head, giving a little smile. "Daddy isn't sad, baby. He just... he needs to feel his favorite big boy in arms." 

Minjun, satisfied with his answer, crawled over Taehyung's legs and climbed into Jeongguk's arms.

Instantly, the father relaxed. He sniffed the baby powder and baby shampoo scent of his son, the muscles loosening. Minjun was here. Safe in his arms and protected. Taehyung softened, cooing at the two before he leaned over and wrapped his around the two.

For a brief moment, Jeongguk could pretend that this was a real family. That Taehyung was someone else, a boyfriend or maybe a husband, and the baby cradled in the embrace was their loving son that they adopted or maybe surrogate. That he wasn't born in a world where no one wanted. 

And he hated the fact that the smiling image of Yoongi was there, glistening in the corner of his mind. The soft gummy smile, the teasing, and blunt nature. He wanted to pretend that he didn't see the way he treated Minjun, so gentle and loving.

He hated the fact he lied about the fact he wanted Taehyung to be Yoongi.

"Alright, come on. Food is ready," Seokjin called. Taehyung perked up at the mention of food, mouth opening in joy as he met Minjun's excited eyes. 

"Here that, Mini? Food!" he cheered. Taehyung leaped to his feet, while Minjun clambered to get out of his fathers embrace- and in his rush, his foot hit Jeongguk's groin. Hissing in pain, Jeongguk clutched himself and bit back a whimper as the babe bounced excitedly.

The joys of having a three year old...

"Uncle TaeTae, foodie!" he cheered, rushing towards the table. Taehyung stopped dead, his breathe halting in his lungs.  Jeongguk looked up, ignoring his pain, since this was the first time Minjun acknowledged him- not only that, but as a part of the family. 

Minjun didn't seem to notice as he climbed his way on the chair and excitedly bounced as Seokjin served him. Jeongguk stood, winching, as he touched Taehyung's shoulder. "Welcome- just wait till he starts climbing on you."

Shaking his head, he took his seat. Taehyung fought off another rectangular shaped smile and sat himself on the other side of Minjun, softening at the three year old's cheeky smile as he started digging into his food.

Jeongguk ate much more slowly, like he usually did since Minjun tended to be messy when eating and still learning how to properly eat- that and he was a general worrier that his son was going to choke.

"So," Seokjin started, lowering his chopsticks as he reached over and wiped the corner of Minjun's mouth wordlessly. "About Yoongi and Hoseok... are those the two that you mentioned before?" 

Jeongguk paused in eating, eyes widening as he glanced up to see the curious eyes of his hyung, the man who practically raised him since he moved to Seoul and felt his face flush. Clearing his throat, he cut a glance towards Minjun, who currently was more occupied with Taehyung making funny faces when eating the vegetables on his plate. 

He sighed. "Yes."

Seokjin nodded, already seeming to know that information. "You seemed to like Yoongi. Any thoughts on that?"

Jeongguk groaned. "Hyung, you know what dating is like for me. I go on dates, maybe go as far as kissing, and then bam! Wait, you have a kid? Sorry but no more dates," he retorted, narrowing his eyes on the elder. "Who wants to date a college man who has a kid already? Specifically other guys."

Seokjin sighed, touching the bridge of his nose. "Guk, I know it isn't easy, but I saw the way you looked at Yoongi. And, honestly, the way Yoongi looked at you." Seokjin met his gaze evenly. "How do you feel about him?"

Good question, he thought to himself numbly. There was a big part of him that really liked Yoongi. The soft coal hair, kitten shaped face, his easy nature, mixed with teasing. If he was really being honest with himself, he felt the way his heart raced for a different reason, and how safe he felt when the two got lost in a conversation.

"Who cares if I like him? Who cares if he likes me? In the end, it's me and Min."

Minjun looked over at his father, face and lips covered in his food. Sighing lightly, Jeongguk grabbed a wet baby wipe that he had all over the apartment and leaned forward to wash his face. The toddler whined, trying to shove his father's hands away but Jeongguk gave a stern look.

He settled as Jeongguk pulled away and placed the dirty napkin in the trash nearby. Taehyung regained Minjun's attention, helping him finish his vegetables. Jeongguk sent a silent prayer of thanks to the older man.

Seokjin clucked his tongue. "Fine, but, if the other asks you on a date, what would be the harm in accepting?"

"Loosing a friendship and a possible relationship," he rebuked. Seokjin glared. Softening, he agreed quietly before he stood and started gathering plates. Minjun looked away from Taehyung, back towards his father.

"Daddy, pway wif two toy?" he asked. Jeongguk hesitated.

"As long as Uncle Tae can play too," he finally conceded. Minjun squealed, clambering out of his chair and rushing to the living room with the older man in tow. Jeongguk smiled before he helped Seokjin with dishes wordlessly.

When he was done, the two men drifted to the living room to see Taehyung and Minjun on the blanket, two toys out and making funny sounds as they 'played' together. Minjun was babbling, creating a world in some child fantasy of his own, and Taehyung pretended he understood but he really didn't.

Plopping on the couch, Jeongguk smiled towards his son when Minjun looked up, noticing his father's stare. "Cuddle wif daddy? No wor?"

"Sure. Come here, big boy," he said, and opened his arms. Minjun hurried towards him, clambered in his lap, and settled him so that he was leaning against him, facing the TV. Taehyung put the toys away, sitting next to the two.

Seokjin turned the TV on to American Idol- funny enough, Minjun really liked the show despite the fact he couldn't speak any English. He just liked them singing. 

Jeongguk did his usual routine of running his fingers through his son's hair, humming along with the songs and adjusting the set of pajamas the little boy was wearing. Minjun was grinning, pointing and sometimes telling him to sing louder to join the artists on the screen.

Taehyung would sometimes mimic them, singing into a 'microphone' which was really just a cucumber before inviting Minjun down to sing with him. Really he was singing nothing before crawling right back into his father's lap.

"I think he fell asleep," Taehyung murmured, glancing over towards Jeongguk to see the small boy had his thumb in his mouth, head over Jeongguk's heart, and soft breathes leaving parted lips. Jeongguk smiled, running his hands over his son lovingly. "He's so small..."

"He was a premature baby," Jeongguk murmured back, brushing his soft fringe. "He's always been small." 

Taehyung nodded. "God, you're so different from school here. Like this is your element. You don't stutter, you sound so sure of yourself. You... I really admire you, Jeongguk. You have one hell of a kid."

Jeongguk smiled. "Thanks. And this is my element. When I'm with Min, I don't have to be nervous. I have him."

Taehyung grinned before he kissed Minjun's head, then kissed Jeongguk's before he stood and stretched. Seokjin seemed to catch that he was leaving, and gathered his things. Jeongguk watched, not wanting to move and disturb the sleeping baby as he waved to his friends as they silently left the house.

Jeongguk sighed, hesitating a moment before he gentle nudged the baby on his chest. "Hey, Mini. Wake up, baby."

He groaned, burying himself deeper in his father's arms. Chuckling, Jeongguk knew he got the deep sleeper trait for himself- the boy sure could sleep and he knew it. 

"Come on. Have to be a big boy and go brush your teeth," he reminded him. The babe lifted his head, doe eyes hooded with sleep as he nodded. He was set on his feet, Jeongguk taking his hand to lead him to the bathroom. 

They did their usual routine before he claimed he was done. Jeongguk smiled. "Alright, bud. Go ahead and head to the bedroom. Daddy has to finish his routine." The babe nodded and scurried from the bathroom.

Closing the door, Jeongguk sighed in relief. His favorite part of the day- night time alone time in the bathroom. As a single dad, he found that going to the bathroom, alone, was honestly the best time in the world.

Stripping, he quickly went to the bathroom, praising the blissful minutes where he could do his business away from the curious three year old, and then took a five minute shower since he did not want to leave Minjun alone long. 

Climbing out, Jeongguk fluffed his wet hair hair and stared at himself in the mirror. His body was well toned from when he goes to the gym and dances in his spare time- sparingly- but he can't help but stare at himself and frown.

He looked a bit worn, eyes a bit hazy it seemed. He wondered if people could see the fact he raised a kid in him. Could they see the fatherly glint? The worried frown on his face? The way his hands changed so many diapers it was ingrained? 

Soft knocks broke the peace and slammed him back into reality. He didn't bother releasing a sigh as he realized that his 'alone time' was over. "Daddy? Mini pee pee," the boy murmured, voice muffled by the door. 

Well, at least he told this time, Jeongguk reasoned, wrapping the towel firmly around his waist and opened the door. The boy rushed inside and pulled at his clothes till he sat on the toilet. Jeongguk watched carefully, making sure the boy was alright to do it himself.

He was relieved when he did. 

Brushing his teeth, he kept glancing towards Minjun to check before drying his hair and waiting till Minjun finished so he could go get dressed. When the boy was done, he cleaned his hands and showed them to his father.

"Cwean!" he shouted happily.

"Good boy. Back to bed. Diaper still on?" he asked. Minjun nodded. Jeongguk watched as he shuffled back to the bedroom. Grabbing his clothes, Jeongguk dressed quickly before he exited the bathroom to see Minjun sitting up in bed, mumbling to himself as he played with his teddy bear. 

Climbing into the covers, he pulled Minjun close and began to sing '2U' by Justin Bieber again. The toddler instantly fell asleep, tiny hand clenching around the fabric of his father's shirt before he closed his eyes and fell into his own sleep.

******

Today was a hard day.

Jeongguk could tell from the moment he woke up. Today was the kind of day that parents dreaded. The day where their kids are just not in the mood to behave and just throw tantrums. 

Minjun normally wasn't like this, and Jeongguk knew that, so handling him during one of his days was the most stressful on Jeongguk. He didn't know what to do. His chest ached, his head hurt, and he just wanted to take Minjun and go back to bed.

"Minjun, what did I just say? You need a bath and you are going to take one," Jeongguk ordered, standing with his hands on his hips as he stared down at his son with a frown. The toddler was red faced, cheeks puffed out as he stomped his foot.

"No! No bathie! I no want!" he shouted back, picking up one of his toys and throwing it at Jeongguk's head. Jeongguk ducked, eyes widening. Where in the hell did Minjun learn to throw things?

"Jeon Minjun!" he snapped, staring at his son in disbelief. "We do not throw things!"

"We no yell either!" Minjun shouted back, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Jeongguk opened his mouth to retort before he pinched the bridge of his nose, calming himself. 

"Minjun, you have until the count of three to get up, go to the bathroom, and wait," Jeongguk warned. Minjun didn't move. "One," he started. Minjun huffed and stayed on his blanket, grabbing his other toy to play with. "Two." He still didn't move. Jeongguk felt himself quiver. "Minjun, I am warning you." 

Nothing.

"Three." Jeongguk bent down, grabbed Minjun's arm and wrenched him to his feet. Minjun opened his mouth and wailed. He kicked, he screamed, and wrestled as he tried to fight off Jeongguk, and with each passing moment, Jeongguk felt like crying.

He hated doing this. He hated it so much. 

"Wet Go! Wet go!" the toddler screamed, tears rolling down his face and his tiny legs kicking as Jeongguk set him on the bed. He moved to climb down but Jeongguk grabbed him and threw him over his knee. "NO! No SPANKIE!"

Jeongguk ignored him, everything in his body hurting as he spanked his son once. It wasn't hard, but it certainly left an impression. The little boy broke into tears, his sobs echoing through the room as he stopped struggling. Jeongguk gave him two more. 

Sitting him up, he places Minjun on the ground and met his eyes firmly. "We do not throw things at anybody, do you understand me, young man? We do not throw, hit, kick, or bite. Do not ever do that to me again."

Minjun nodded his head, sniffling and sobbing more. 

"We do not yell at me either. We do not disobey."

He nodded again, whimpering. Jeongguk pointed towards the corner, close to the closet. 

"Ten minutes. No moving." The toddler cried louder, hiccuping as he waddled to the corner and plopped onto the ground. He continued to cry. Jeongguk left the room, his own tears starting to spill from his eyes as he hurried to the kitchen where he grasped his phone and called Seokjin.

The man answered on the third ring. "Hey, Gukkie! I'm working this morning, but-" He paused when he heard sniffling. "Gukkie? What is it? What's wrong? Is Minjun alright?" 

"Hyung," he whimpered, more tears rolling down his cheek as he covered his mouth with his hands in a attempt to keep quiet so Minjun wouldn't hear. "I d-don't know what to do. He threw a toy at me."

"What?" Seokjin squeaked over the line. "Honey, he's three, he doesn't know any better. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"He's been so bad this morning. First, he refused to wake up, throwing a fit about it, and then he wouldn't brush his teeth or-or change his diaper." Jeongguk sobbed harder, desperately trying to keep his cries muffled. "And then he wouldn't go bathe. I-I had to spank him."

Seokjin went silent over the line, and Jeongguk felt more tears rolling down his cheeks as he bit his lip and wiped at his eyes desperately. 

"Where is he now?"

"Time out, my bedroom." 

"Jeongguk, listen to me," Seokjin said firmly. "You are a good day, okay? A great dad. You've done so well, and I know right now you're doubting yourself, but remember, honey, he's three. He didn't really have a 'terrible two's'. So right now, he is growing, okay? Don't stress, honey."

"But, god, Jin, he cried so hard. What if he... hates me now?"

"Oh, Guk. He could never hate you. He loves you too much," Seokjin replied. Jeongguk sniffled and nodded, listening a few more minutes before he hung up and splashed his face to try and cover the fact he was crying.

Seokjin reminded him that he would be by later to watch Minjun when Jeongguk went over to Yoongi's house to practice the dance.

Sighing, Jeongguk wandered back into the bedroom to see Minjun still there, sniffling and hiccuping. Walking closer, he sat on the bed. "Time's up. You can come out now," he stated quietly. The toddler clumsily got to his feet and walked towards Jeongguk with his head down. "Minjun, what do you say to daddy?"

"Mini sowwy. Mini no mean to throw toy at daddy. Mini... Mini reawwy sowwy," he mumbled. Big fat tears rolled down his red cheeks and his nose was running. Jeongguk sighed, grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, and helped him blow.

"Now, are we gonna listen to daddy?" he asked quietly. Minjun nodded again. Jeongguk tilted his head towards the bathroom. "Go get undressed and get ready for a bath." Minjun looked like he wanted to protest, but he headed towards the bathroom anyways.

Heading into the bathroom, Jeongguk rolled up his sleeves as he started the water and checked the temperature while Minjun stood naked and ready. Climbing into the rub, he started his routine of washing Minjun.

"Daddy mad?"

Jeongguk hesitated before he shook his head, running water to clear out the shampoo and covering his son's eyes. "No, baby. Daddy isn't mad... he's sad."

Min's face pouted. "Why sad?"

"Because he feels like he did a bad thing, sweetheart," Jeongguk breathed. Minjun gently moved Jeongguk's hand, turning to look at his father with large brown eyes, slightly red from all the crying. Jeongguk looked down.

"Daddy no bad. Mini bad," he replied, squeezing Jeongguk's hand innocently. Jeongguk shook his head, bopping his small nose sweetly.

"No, you aren't bad, love. You're my big boy who sometimes makes trouble. But that's okay. I make trouble sometimes too," he admitted. Minjun's eyes widened in surprise.

"Daddy did bad?"

He laughed lightly. "Yes, baby. But I learned from that, and learned what is right and wrong." His nose scrunched cutely, head tilting to the side like a puppy. Jeongguk chuckled.

"Wight and wrong?" he repeated. Jeongguk nodded, explaining good, being brushing teeth and cleaning up after yourself, and wrong like throwing things and yelling. Minjun nodded his head as he understood in his own way. "I wanna be wight."

"Okay, sweetheart."

They climbed out, letting Minjun dry himself before he let him pick out mismatched outfit. Jeongguk dressed himself before they exited the bedroom. Minjun crawled back to his blanket and cleaned up his toys.

Jeongguk headed to the kitchen and pulled out simple ingredients for a simple breakfast. Minjun waddled into the kitchen, standing at the edge as he watched his daddy cook. He sat on the ground, babbling a bit.

Hoping that the peace lasts a bit longer, Jeongguk focused on cooking before he placed their food on the table and called for the toddler. Minjun appeared, climbing onto the chair and frowned at the food.

"Mini no want egg," he said, pouting towards the food. Jeongguk inhaled slowly to make sure that he didn't lose it again- he found his patience this morning was dwindling. 

"Baby, I promise tonight I will make your favorite, or Uncle Jinnie will, but please, baby, don't fight eating this. Alright?" he asked, though he felt like he was pleading as he stared into his son's eyes. The toddler whined but slowly ate it with a scowl.

Cleaning up, Jeongguk put on cartoons for the toddler before he started on his homework. He had a lot of homework building up, so he wanted to get as much done as possible. Laying out his work on the coffee table, he placed himself on the couch and nibbled on his lip as Minjun played.

His phone chiming brought him from his homework haze. Grasping his phone, he nearly threw it when he realized A) the time and B) the message was from Yoongi. 

It was almost 12:30, which meant Seokjin would  be there soon and he had to leave.

Unknown Number: Hey Jeongguk, it's Yoongi. My address is below. We still okay for 1?

Jeongguk: Yeah hyung :) see you soon I guess

Yoongi: no problem! ;)

Jeongguk ignored the nerves that instantly swarmed his belly as he glanced towards his son, noting that he was still lost in TV land before he hurried to his feet to get dressed in some sweats, a tee, and a hoodie before covering his hair with a beanie.

Grabbing his dancing back, he heard the lock to his apartment turn just as Seokjin appeared in the doorway. He smiled warmly upon seeing Jeongguk standing in the hall. "Hey Gukkie."

"Hey hyung," he replied, hugging him briefly when the sound of feet hitting the floor as a small bundle burst into the room. Jeongguk felt himself worry as he reached out his hands to catch the three year old in case he fell.

"Uncle Jinie!" Minjun screamed. Seokjin bent down as the flurry ran into. Laughing, the older man twirled him around and kissed his chubby cheeks. "Mini miss Uncle Jinie."

"Oh did you now?" he replied, eyes wide as he gave another layer of kisses over the boy's face. Jeongguk softened. He giggled and squealed. 

"Can we pway hero now? Mini, daddy, and Jinie?" he asked, thumb inching towards his mouth. Seokjin's face fell at the words as he silent moved his hand away, eyes flickering towards Jeongguk with a worried frown.

Jeongguk held out his arms, and Minjun switched to his hold. "Actually, it's just gonna be you and Jinie for a little while, sweetheart. Daddy has... daddy has to go be somewhere."

The toddler frowned, nose scrunching as he shook his head firmly. "Nu. Daddy no go. It day where he stay with Mini," he said, pointing towards the wall calendar. Seokjin's eyes widened- he was starting to figure out days.

"I know it's a weekend, bud, but... Daddy has someone who needs his attention right now," he replied calmly. Minjun's eyes welled with tears. 

"No! Stay wif Mini!" he shouted. Jeongguk flinched at the shrill sound, instantly putting Minjun down, but the toddler stomped his foot, anger and tears clouding his cute face. "Daddy meanie! Daddy no stay wif Mini anymore! He no love Mini anymore!"

"Jeon Minjun!" Seokjin scolded, flabbergasted at the toddlers words. Minjun sobbed loudly while Jeongguk just stood there, shocked and slightly heartbroken.

"Bad daddy!" he shouted before running off and disappearing into the bedroom. Seokjin gasped, looking over at Jeongguk who wiped his cheeks. Seokjin moved to console him, but Jeongguk just grabbed his bag and bit back a sob.

"I have to go. Just... please, watch Minjun for me," he begged, voice cracking slightly. Seokjin bit his lip but he nodded carefully as he watched Jeongguk leave the apartment.

Jeongguk was trying to push away his son's words, but they had cut through him like a knife. Normally, he wouldn't dream of leaving after they had a fight, which was often, but right now, he felt like he needed a distraction. To focus on something else.

So he tried to not think as he followed the directions and finally appeared in front of a meager apartment building. Inhaling slowly, he raised his hand and rapped quietly against the door. The door swung open and revealed none other than Min Yoongi.

His black hair was messy, tousled as if he had nervously ran his hand through it too many times, and his features clean and his smile bright. He wore simple sweats, a light black tee, and his feet clad in some converse. 

Jeongguk felt his aching heart soothe a bit. 

"Hey! You made it," he greeted, his smile becoming a bit bigger to showcase small pink gums. Jeongguk managed to smile back, feeling a bit better. Yoongi frowned, taking in his slight ragged appearance. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, just... it's been a really hard day for me," he admitted weakly. Yoongi gave a sympathetic look, but didn't press as Jeongguk gave a breathless chuckle. "You wouldn't happen to have coffee would you? I don't have any at home because of Mi-" he cut himself off and sighed. "I just would like some."

Yoongi nodded his head, not even bothering to question the other as he opened the door wider to allow Jeongguk to step inside. "Yeah, I have lots. I swear I live off the shit," he joked. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Don't be shy."

Jeongguk nodded and stepped inside, noting the scent of laundry detergent and ink and coffee that seemed to twirl in the air as he glanced around. Yoongi closed the door and padded into the kitchen with soft steps. 

"Espresso work for you?"

"Please." 

Jeongguk followed the older into the kitchen wordlessly, eyes on the barren walls and very minimalist apartment. He wondered if this is what a normal college student's home looked like- no baby stuff, no toys, no sippy cups and plastic plates. 

There wasn't even a picture on the walls. Jeongguk had so many, all of either Minjun and him, or the three of them, and they covered his creme colored walls. He wanted to blame Seokjin, but really, he liked them too.

Seeing nothing of Yoongi's life on the walls made him a little sad. 

"You have no pictures," he blurted. Yoongi looked up, eyes hidden by his black fringe. He nodded, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Yeah, I am a little basic and bland. Sorry."

Jeongguk just shook his head. "No, it's alright. It's just interesting. My house is swarmed with pictures, mostly because of Jin hyung." He rolled his eyes. "I swear my house is more his house than mine."

"Because of Minjun?" Yoongi inquired. Jeongguk felt his entire body freeze at the question, the air in his lungs halting as he all but choked on the air as he turned to look at the older with slightly panicked eyes. Yoongi blinked once. "What? You seemed close to both of them."

Jeongguk coughed awkwardly, trying to break himself out of the panic despite his racing heart. "Uh, yeah, I am."

Yoongi smiled. "He is a really cute kid. I can't believe he is only three... he was so tiny."

"Yeah well, consider yourself lucky. He never talks to strangers. That was the first time he had ever spoken to someone he had just met," Jeongguk replied. "He was born premature, so he has always been small." 

Yoongi's eyes widened and he looked flabbergasted. "You mean he doesn't... speak to strangers? At all?" Jeongguk nodded once, slight amused by the reaction. Yoongi frowned. "Why did he talk to me then?"

"Believe me, I'm curious too." 

Yoongi blushed once, before he swallowed once before he cleared his throat. "No wonder he is so small. My little cousin was born premature too- nearly died, poor thing." He glanced at Jeongguk with a cautious look. "Hard birth?" 

Jeongguk hesitated. Did Yoongi suspect anything? Did he think that Jeongguk was related to this in some way? Did he even really care or what?

The coal haired caught the hesitation and waved it away. "It's fine, you don't have to answer! That's kind of a personal question, I guess."

That soothed his nerves, and he smiled gently. "It's okay. Yeah, it was a hard birth. " 

Yoongi gave a soft smile. "Poor Seokjin-ssi. He must be really happy that Minjun is alright and seems very healthy," he answered, nodding his head. Jeongguk felt his heart tighten, stinging a bit. Would he say that knowing that Minjun was actually his?

"Yeah... he is..."

Yoongi noted the catch in the others voice but decided to not say anything or press the younger. Instead, he poured the freshly made coffee into a plain white mug and held it out for the other. Jeongguk took it with a breathe of relief. 

"Here, maybe this will wake you up."

"Thanks hyungie," he said. Jeongguk took a long sip, not caring about how the drink burned his tongue and scorched his throat as the bitter drink tangled in his senses. "Ah, this is good. And I don't even like coffee."

Yoongi broke into laughter, but didn't say anything as he continued to drink it and calm down his fluttering nerves and distracting thoughts of his son- and the gummy smile that was making it hard to think straight. 

Literally.

Deciding to change the subject, he cleared his throat and met Yoongi's dark eyes. "So, uh, for the dance, I decided to keep it pretty simple, but powerful since you're new to dancing, and no offense, but your stamina is crap."

"Ouch," Yoongi quipped, but his smile softened it. Jeongguk grinned cheekily. 

"So, that being said, the moves won't be hard, but the dance is going to be movement based," he finished, setting down his now empty mug. Yoongi looked thoughtful, humming to himself before he clucked his tongue. 

"Alright- we can dance in the living room," he offered, gesturing further into the apartment. Agreeing, they plugged in Jeongguk's phone to the stereo and got to work. 

Jeongguk actually had a good time- showing the moves, letting the other slowly perfect them, and then putting it all together. They danced for hours, until sweat was dripping from their foreheads, breathes coming out in pants as they moved, until finally Yoongi just laid on the floor with a groan.

Laughing lightly, Jeongguk grabbed his rag and wiped his head and attempted to dry his dripping hair. Yoongi remained groaning on the floor. "You did good, hyung."

"You're much better. God, I am old," the older whined. "How do you have this much stamina?"

You should try keeping up with a three year old, Jeongguk thought himself, but didn't let it leave his lips.

Yoongi panted on the floor for a few more minutes before he hoisted himself up and shifted his body so that his back was against the couch and his hand running through black damp hair. He patted the space beside him.

Settling down, Jeongguk sighed as exhaustion warred in his bones, reminding him off the hard morning he had endured. He instantly banished those thoughts and leaned back his head. 

"Enough work- let's have some friend time," Yoongi said, lifting his head and groaning. Jeongguk smiled, agreeing lightly. Yoongi adjusted his body so that he was facing the younger. "Tell me about yourself- let's be really cliche and play the Truth Game." 

Jeongguk hesitated. His mind raced. What if he asked about Minjun? He didn't want to flat out lie to the older man. He already felt terrible for not correcting him about Minjun's heritage, but lying to his face was something he couldn't do.

"Can I... refuse to answer if... I don't like the question?" he asked cautiously. 

"I am not going to force you, so yes, you can." Yoongi smile reassuringly. Jeongguk smiled back, feeling his nerves settle a bit. Yoongi clapped his hands together. "Alright, time for the real deep shit- favorite pizza?"

Jeongguk snorted, amusement traveling throughout his limbs as he shook his head with a dramatic sigh. "Well darn, looks like I can't play. Too deep. Too personal," he guffawed. Yoongi laughed heartily. "Cheese- plain and simple. Ham and pineapple is forbidden, meat is not a debate." 

Yoongi nodded seriously. "Good man- you passed," he teased. Jeongguk grinned, nose scrunched so that his eyes twinkled mischievously. "Pepperoni or cheese- meat is a plus. Doesn't need to be fancy. Your turn." 

Jeongguk thought for a moment, mind running a mile a minute before he finally grinned and looked back towards his friend.

"Favorite color?"

"Oh, and I went too deep?" Yoongi rebuked, grasping at his heart. Jeongguk playfully smacked his arm, whining a bit as he rolled his eyes. "Grey or black."

"Hyung," he monotones, "that isn't a color."

"Sure it is!" Yoongi defended. Jeongguk shook his head firmly.

"No, it's an absence of color," he corrected. Yoongi rolled his eyes and gestured for him to answer. Jeongguk giggled. "Blue. Like, dark navy blue, or red."

"Good colors- the red I bet you look good in," Yoongi answered. Jeongguk felt his face flush as his heart jumped into his throat as he looked down at his lap. The coal haired hesitated before he licked his lips and nervously smiled. "Sexuality?" 

Stunned, Jeongguk didn't move. He felt Yoongi's eyes grazing over his profile, carefully watching for his reaction. Fingers picking at his shirt, he wondered how he should answer- if he should answer. 

Finally he just sighed and gave in, meeting Yoongi's eyes evenly. "I'm bisexual." 

Yoongi heaved a relieved sigh, nodding his head. "Yeah, me too," he replied, then grinned, eyes flickering over Jeongguk's features. "But I am definitely more gay." Yoongi didn't look away from Jeongguk once as he uttered those words.

Heart racing, Jeongguk felt his cheeks flush as happiness surged through his veins. Does that mean there is a chance, no matter how small since Yoongi will ditch as soon as he has baggage- a small, but important baggage?

Swallowing, Jeongguk cleared his throat and looked down, picking at his shirt again. "Right. Um, favorite pass time?" 

"Making music." Yoongi leaned forward, the musky scent of him invading Jeongguk's nose along with sandalwood and laundry detergent. His cheeks darkened- he smelled so good. "How about you, Mystery Boy?"

"Singing. Dancing. When I have time," he murmured, voice barely audible. Yoongi was close enough that Jeongguk could count the lashes that was were adorning his almond shaped eyes, twinkling a bit with affection.

Chuckling, he leaned away and Jeongguk almost missed the proximity. Sighing, he turned a bit more serious as he glanced up at his water ceiling with a thoughtful look. "Biggest fear?" he inquired, but didn't glance at him.

He didn't hesitate in his answer. "Rejection. Falling too hard."

"Fucking up."

Silence lapsed between the two. It wasn't really awkward, more thoughtful and weary of what the other was thinking about before Yoongi finally let out a raspy chuckle that laced his Daegu accented voice and winked towards the younger.

"And the conversion is dead," he teased, lightening up the sudden darkened mood. Jeongguk laughed as Yoongi stood, stretching out his muscles and glancing at the time. "You hungry? It's getting late and all that dancing made me hungry."

A frown tugged at his features. Jeongguk knew he should go- Minjun was waiting for him and so was Seokjin, but after remembering the toddler's words earlier, his throat closed up. He wasn't ready to go home and face him, but he knew he should.

"Uh... I should really go. I don't want to intrude anymore," he mumbled, getting to his feet slowly. Yoongi paused in the kitchen, heart racing as he looked up to meet Jeongguk's unreadable, yet emotional gaze.

"Stay a little longer... please?" Yoongi begged, a slight pout on his lips. "You're actually here, in my house. I have to make it last. Come on- dinner and a movie?" 

Jeongguk found himself sighing, nodding. Yoongi brightened. "Let me just call Jin hyung and make sure it's alright," he mumbled, then scurried off to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it with a sigh as he grappled for his phone.

"Hey Gukkie, you alright? What's up?" 

"Yeah, just... hyung wants me to stay for a little while..." he trailed off, hand tightening around the phone as he looked down. "Is Minjun alright?" 

Seokjin was quiet over the line. "He... he is alright. He fell asleep about ten minutes ago, and he hasn't really said a word since you left, but he's alright. He was playing with his toys earlier." 

Jeongguk inhaled a ragged breathe, tears stinging in his eyes as he calmed his breathing and eyed the door nervously. He could hear Yoongi clanging away in the kitchen.

"Should I come home?" he wondered.

"No. You go and have fun, Guk. Be nineteen for once. Don't worry about Minjun, alright? I can handle him," Seokjin reminded him firmly. Jeongguk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. God, he hated his age- he hated the way it rolled off people's tongues. 

He hasn't felt young in a long time.

"Okay... but call me if you need me, hyung." Something happened over the line and Jeongguk heard his son's soft voice trickle over the speaker, Seokjin answering him before he came back. Jeongguk frowned. "Hyung?"

"Minjun wants to talk to you... that okay?"

"Yes... please, put him on," he whispered, hand tightening around his phone. Seokjin agreed and there was some shuffling and noises before he heard a little hiccup and a whimper. Jeongguk sighed low. "Baby?"

"Daddy?" 

"I'm here, sweetheart," he answered gently. The tears were burning in the back of his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He heard a little sob.

"Mini sowwy, daddy. Mini didn't mean it. Daddy good, and Mini wove daddy lots and lots. Don't leaf Mini," the toddler cried into the phone. Jeongguk felt his heart shatter a bit. He bit his cheek to keep himself together.

"I would never leave you, sweetheart. Never. It's okay... daddy forgives you."

"Jinnie said Mini hurt daddy lots when Mini say mean things... Mini sowwy." 

"I know. And daddy will be home soon, and we can cuddle together, okay? I didn't want to leave you today, buddy, but sometimes daddy has to do these things. You know that. Daddy's friend, Yoongi, remember him? We met him at the store. He needed daddy's help." 

"Yoonie? Mini know Yoonie," he said. "Daddy pway wif Yoonie?"

"Yeah, daddy is playing with Yoongi." The line went quiet a moment before he mumbled how he wanted to come play with Yoongi too, which surprised him. He still wasn't over how he had spoken to Yoongi, when he never spoke to anyone else. "Maybe one day, but not today. It's adult time, okay?

"Okay daddy."

"I'll be home before bed. I love you so much, Minjun. So, so much," he breathed, squeezing his eyes closed. Minjun sniffled.

"Mini wove daddy too." 

Hanging up, Jeongguk took a moment to lean over the sink and gather himself. A small smile touched his lips. Minjun was maybe opening up to people. Everything was going to be alright. Maybe for tonight, he could just pretend.

Exiting the bathroom, he shuffled back to the kitchen to see Yoongi hunched over the stove, his black hair messy and eyes focused on the food. Smiling gently, he wondered if he could ever see this in his own messy apartment.

Yoongi, seeming to sense his presence, turned and smiled. "Everything good?"

"Better than good," he admitted, relieved slightly as he fiddled with his phone and blushed at the warm, affection smile that was playing on the other's lips. He pointed towards the food. "Need any help?"

"Wash and chop the onions?" 

Wordlessly, Jeongguk got to work as he rolled up his sleeves and started washing them. Comfortable and warm silence fell between them as Yoongi glanced over at Jeongguk, admiring him. 

"So domestic," he murmured, chuckling. Jeongguk laughed.

"A little," he agreed. He glanced over at Yoongi to see him leaning over the stove, attempting to reach one of the spices on the higher shelf. His eyes widened as he hurried over, pulled Yoongi away, and grabbed the spice for him. "Be careful, baby. The stove is hot," he scolded.

Yoongi stared at him a moment before a slow smile spread over his face. Jeongguk felt the blood drain from his features as he realized what he just said and did. He squeaked and stepped back.

"I, uh, I am so sorry. I don't even... crap," Jeongguk breathed, cheeks burning. Yoongi chuckled before he ruffled Jeongguk's hair.

"Relax, Bunny. I don't mind at all. You're cute."

Food now ready, the duo fix their plates and head to the couch as they plop down and Yoongi pulls up Netflix. He glanced at Jeongguk. "Movie choice?"

"Anything that isn't Disney or cartoons," he retorted instantly. Flushing, he realized how bd that sounded but Yoongi only grinned as he nodded his head.

"Horror good?"

"Sounds... perfect, actually," he admitted shyly. Yoongi grinned and pressed some random movie before settling deeper into the couch to eat. Jeongguk felt himself actually relax, shoulders loosening and mind going blank.

It felt so... normal? Domestic. 

The screams and sounds of the horror movie, the soft breathing from the handsome man next to him, mixed with his heat that radiated from his body that was pressed lightly against his own. It felt so weird without a bouncy three year old, some cartoon playing, or him constantly fretting over his son.

He almost wanted to make himself believe that Minjun was in the back, tucked into some kid little kid bed, toys all around, and he was out with his boyfriend or husband, having adult time. That this was their house and Yoongi was Minjun's dad.

What would Yoongi be like as a father, he found himself wondering. 

Feeling bold and contented, Jeongguk leaned his head down so that it was resting against Yoongi's shoulder, delighting in the soft smell of the man next to him and a smile touching his features.

Yoongi glanced at him. "Everything okay?"

"Everything is perfect," he answered sincerely. He smiled sweetly, face scrunching cutely. "Thank you, hyungie. Really. This means more than you know." 

Yoongi smiled back. "Ditto. Which is why, Jeon Jeongguk, I want to ask you on a official date?"  Jeongguk felt his breathe catch at the words, eyes widening as he sat up to stare into the other's eyes. "No pressure, but I am not going to lie. I am growing feelings for you, and I want to try and see if they grow into something more. So, will you go on a date with me?"

Just once, he wanted to be selfish. He knew the answer before he even really thought about it. "Yes, I would love to go on a date with you, Min Yoongi," he answered with a grin.

"Tuesday? After dance?"

"Sounds perfect."

"You really have a date with the Jeon Jeongguk?" Namjoon asked, brows raising past his hairline as he stared at him through his thick rimmed glasses. Hoseok snorted, sucking the coffee from his straw as he looked over at his friend.

"He hasn't shut up about it since he got the date, so yeah, our main man scored himself a cute little freshman," Hoseok pestered sweetly. Yoongi glared at him. Namjoon pursed his lips, but smiled warmly towards the coal haired.

"Wow, congratulations, hyung," he replied, offering his dimpled smile. "Who knew you liked them young, huh?" 

"I swear to God, both of you," Yoongi growled, raising his voice to a shrill hiss despite the fact they were in the college  library on their campus. Hoseok snickered, nudging Namjoon with a toothy smile. Rolling his eyes, he huffed and leaned back. "I need to go on the market for new friends."

"You love us," Namjoon answered, taking a sip of his coffee with a sweet smile. Yoongi grumbled but didn't answer. They were currently in the library, "studying", but really they were mostly talking in low tones as they waited for their next class.

"Speaking of," Yoongi suddenly spoke up, turning to look at Namjoon with a blank look. "How did the date go? You never said."

Namjoon turned bright pink, his eyes dropping to the table and a smitten smile twitching at his lips. Hoseok nearly choked on his iced latte, taking in the sudden shy nature of their more reserved and collected friend.

"As I live and fuck, is Kim Namjoon, calm, collected, chill as fuck, Namjoon blushing?"  Hoseok rambled, leaning forward to stare towards the younger man with a smirk and glistening brown eyes. Namjoon blushed harder. 

"I believe he is, Hobi. I believe he is." 

"Guys!" Namjoon whined, hiding his face behind his hands with a embarrassed squeak. Hoseok laughed, but Yoongi nudged the other with a encouraging smile. Finally, he looked up. "It went really well... guys, I think I really like this man. He's so... he's so fucking perfect. He loves to cook, he owns this little cafe that I frequent, says he has a little brother and a nephew that he spoils, and God, he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

"He sounds really nice, Joon," Yoongi commented, nodding his head in approval. "Is there going to be a second date?"

"Yes! In a few days- he babysits his nephew a lot since his little brother struggles a bit so he apologized for his lack of time, but we were planning on sometime this week," he said proudly, beaming. Yoongi felt his heart swell for his friend. Namjoon definitely deserved someone amazing. 

"How old is he?" Hoseok inquired, taking another long sip of his drink. Namjoon glanced over at the red haired and blushed again.

"Twenty-four."

"So, we got one who likes younger guys, and another who goes for the older. What the fuck?" Hoseok muttered, then rolled his eyes. Yoongi smacked his arm, which caused the other to flinch and hiss. "Ow! Damn, Yoongi, you hurt." He rolled his eyes. "On the confessing and shit note... I, uh, might actually be seeing someone?"

Yoongi's eyes flew open as he turned towards Hoseok who was staring down at the table with a nervous look, hands fiddling a bit with the plastic cup in his eyes. Namjoon straightened, turning towards his hyung with serious eyes.

"Really? Hyung, why didn't you say anything? Who is it?" Namjoon questioned. Hoseok shifted in his seat, a light frown tugging at his features.

"Well, uh, he doesn't... want anyone to really know, that, uh, we are a thing?" he muttered, cheeks tinting dark. Yoongi blinked. "He isn't, exactly, out of the closet and his family is really traditional and he isn't ready to, like, admit the fact that he's gay?"

"How long?" Yoongi asked gently, searching Hoseok's features. A tiny smile touched his lips, eyes brightening a little and a warm smile brushing over his features.

"A little over a month now. We started out as like, fuck buddies? A mistake, really, but, uh, feelings grew and we confessed a month ago and now, we are a secret thing," he admitted. "I'm sorry for not telling you guys sooner, but I just... I wasn't ready to admit about me, either."

"Are you happy with him?" Hoseok turned towards Namjoon's quiet voice, who was waiting patiently with a curious look over his features. He nodded shyly. "Then, I support you both and wish for the best. I know how hard it is to admit to family." 

"Do we know him?" Yoongi asked, genuinely curious. He chuckled, a sly smile adorning his face as he winked. "I'll take that as a yes. Fuck, now I am actually curious. Who could it be?" 

"Good luck figuring it out," he teased. Rolling his eyes, Yoongi turned back to his books and sipped his drink when he heard the library doors push open. Glancing up through his fringe, he softened when he saw Jeongguk walk in.

He looked good today. He wore acid washed ripped jeans, simple white sneakers, and a black collared, button up shirt that bellowed around his lean frame. His hair was covered by a black beanie, causing his hair to somewhat cover his eyes. 

Sometimes, Yoongi forgot how young and beautiful he was. The way his hair looked, the cute grin and twitching nose, while his body was muscled and well toned. He was like a work of art to Yoongi.

"Stop Gaydreaming and go say hi to your man," Hoseok joked. "You're like eye-fucking him so hard. I might vomit." Yoongi gave the red haired man the finger as he waved towards Jeongguk, drawing the boy's attention.

The freshman gave a soft, yet somehow stunning smile before he hurried over. "Hey hyungie! Hoseok hyung, and, uh, Namjoon-ssi," he said, bowing towards him nervously. Namjoon waved as Yoongi pulled out a seat for him.

"Call me hyung, Jeongguk. Good to officially meet you. Your voice is nice," he commented. Jeongguk flushed red, thanked him, before he rambled about how he loved Namjoon's music that he writes in the classes they share together. "Wow, thanks Jeongguk. You're welcome to look at them sometime. I don't mind."

"Wow, really, hyung?" Jeongguk gasped, leaning forward excitedly while his face brightened. Yoongi swore that if he had bunny ears, they would be high on his head. God, Yoongi wanted to kiss him. "Thank you so much!"

"Sure!" 

Jeongguk beamed and paused when he felt Yoongi lean close, his hot breathe tickling over his cheek as he moved close to his ear. "You look beautiful today, Bunny." Flushing bright red, he shyly smiled and thanked him. Chuckling, he pulled away and searched his features a moment. "You doing alright?"

"Yes, actually. My morning was much easier compared to yesterday," he explained, then looked down. "How about you? Good?"

"Much better now that you are here," Yoongi replied. Hoseok gagged, breaking the moment as Yoongi looked over at his best friend with a whine. "I swear to God, Hoseok, I will smack you."

"I'm gonna get a cavity at all this gay shit," he sniffed, then winked towards the giggling Jeongguk. Suddenly Hoseok brightened, as if remembering something. He learned forward, closer to Jeongguk. "By the way, your nephew is the cutest shit ever, like I died. He was so adorable!" 

Jeongguk blinked before he gave a nervous smile, head cocking to the side. "Oh, thanks. Yeah, he's pretty cute isn't he?" 

"Do you have any pictures? You have to show Joon!" Hoseok gushed, remembering the dark haired and doe eyed baby. Jeongguk pulled out his phone, hands shaking a little as he went through his photos and picked one from random before passing it to Hoseok. "Oh my god- he is wearing a little shark one-piece!"

He showed it to Namjoon who eyed the phone, before his eyes widened. Jeongguk didn't notice since his attention was on the rambling Hoseok. Yoongi frowned at the look that glinted in Namjoon's eye as he looked back at Jeongguk, offering a smile.

"Cute kid. Whose is it again?" he asked carefully. Jeongguk gave a nervous smile.

"Uh, my hyung's. Jin hyung's son," he said, biting his bottom lip. Namjoon nodded his head slowly, passing the phone back. Jeongguk hastily put it away before he returned his attention back to Hoseok, who eagerly grabbed his attention again.

Namjoon glanced at the time on his phone. "As much as I would like to stay, I have to get to lab. My professor needed to go over my lyrics," he explained, gathering his books. Yoongi eyed him, but Namjoon patted his arm before he waved at Hoseok and Jeongguk as he left the library. 

Hoseok rolled his eyes. "Nerd."

"Be nice," Yoongi retorted. Jeongguk giggled as Hoseok made a face before sighing and leaning back in his chair. Chuckling Yoongi looked over at Jeongguk and smiled. "Ready for dance class today?"

Jeongguk arched a brow. "Shouldn't I be asking you that, gramps?" 

"Ouch, babe, that hurt," Yoongi gasped. Jeongguk flushed at the pet name, but smiled sweetly back. Hoseok groaned and covered his eyes with his hands.

"If you two start making out, I swear I am going to go drink bleach," Hoseok whined. Yoongi rolled his eyes at the melodramatic red hair as he glanced over, arching a brow towards his best friend and pursed his lips.

"Why don't you go find your secret lover and go suck his face?"

"Not just his face." The red haired winked and licked his lips. Yoongi hissed and smacked Hoseok as he leaped to his feet, cackling as he grabbed his bag and made a run from the library.

Groaning, he turned to look back at Jeongguk, whose face was washed with shock and disbelief. "Okay, that was not expected."

"He's a secret pervert," Yoongi laughed. 

"So I duly noticed, and now I want to wash my ears," he muttered. Yoongi giggled and reached over to take Jeongguk's hand. The younger softened, glancing over at the other with a soft smile. "Hi, hyung," he murmured after a moment.

"Hi, Bunny. I am really excited for tomorrow," he murmured. Jeongguk gave a shy smile, but mumbled his agreement. Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and gave Jeongguk's cheek a peck. "Come on. Class starts soon."

Gathering their things, they walked hand and hand towards their next class. They didn't have to say anything, and that was fine for Yoongi. He liked the fact that their silence was just as comfortable as their bickering.

Stopping in front of the music building, he cut Jeongguk a warm smile. "See you soon?" 

"Yeah. Bye hyungie!" he called, breaking away from the hold and jogging into class. Yoongi waved before he hurried to his own building with quickened steps. He felt so warm with Jeongguk, and he wondered if there was really something there, because, God, he felt like there was something for him there. 

He could see them getting an apartment together, pictures of their dating life all over the walls since Jeongguk mentioned he liked the pictures over his, and the way Yoongi's simple life became filled with Jeongguk's things. He could see them getting a dog, maybe a cat depending on what the other preferred. 

Yoongi craved the couch dates, the messy dining room, and nightly cuddles. What did Jeongguk look like in the morning? Did he sing in the shower? Take long steamy showers and lounge around? He wanted to know, he wanted that life.

He wanted to unravel the mystery of why he was always late. Maybe he overslept, or maybe it was because he was whisked into his nephew, playing around? He seemed close to the toddler back in the store. 

Either way, Min Yoongi was a lot of things, and patient happened to be one of those. 

*****

Yoongi was anxious to see Jeongguk again. He hated admitting it, but after spending alone time with him Sunday, he found himself wanting to see him more and more, learning more about him then just the simple stuff they had joked about.

Hoseok chuckled upon seeing Yoongi staring at the door with his dark eyes large, hopeful, and his legs drawn up to his chest. "You're so whipped, hyung."

"I would like to deny that, but I really can't," he said with a small sigh. Hoseok smirked but didn't reply as he continued his stretches. Finally, after what felt like forever, the dance doors opened and Jeongguk walked in.

His brown eyes were darting towards the back, a smile touching his lips as he waved towards Yoongi and Hoseok before he hurried over and tossed his bag to the back. Yoongi grabbed Jeongguk's hand, relieved to feel the soft skin, and tugged him down.

"Hey hyungie," he greeted, grinning cutely. Yoongi brushed his brown hair from his eyes, smiling sweetly back.

"Hey Bunny. How was class?"

"Long, and I have so much homework. I'm going to be up all night, I swear to nuggets," he muttered, rolling his eyes. Yoongi stifled a laugh- noting not for the first time that Jeongguk didn't seem to swear. "How about you?"

"Same. I have three lyric pieces due soon." He flinched. "A little stressed, but I'll be fine." Jeongguk rubbed his thumb over the back of Yoongi's hand, offering a little smile. Hoseok sighed.

"Hey Hobi hyung, oh hey Jeongguk, how am I you ask? Fantastic, thanks for asking," Hoseok joked, pursing his lips. Jeongguk laughed as he turned and greeted his hyung, offering a small apology. "Yay! I am cared about." 

"Of course. You are the Sun on Steroids anyways," Jeongguk teased. Hoseok whined, sending a glare towards Yoongi at the nickname that slipped through the brunet's lips. Yoongi burst into laughter.

"My Bunny has some bite," he teased.

"I hate you, Min Yoongi," Hoseok hissed.

"Love you too, Hobi," he replied cheekily. The red haired groaned, but went back to stretching as the professor walked into the room. Jeongguk's smile vanished, and he instantly looked down at the ground. 

Yoongi knew it was because the professor constantly treated him like shit since he was always late, and it drove the older crazy since she couldn't seem to notice how bad he seemed to feel about it. 

When dance class was over, Yoongi was back on the floor, whining about not being able to feel his legs. Hoseok was rolling his eyes, ignoring him, as he grabbed his bag while Jeongguk was chuckling.

"I really would stay, but I have to get going. My hyung needs me," he said, then hugged Yoongi briefly before he hurriedly rushed off. Hoseok watched him go, taking a long sip of his water. Yoongi sighed, wiping his hair. 

"At least he gives a reason now... that's actually impressive," Hoseok remarked, hauling his bag over his shoulder. Yoongi mimicked the action with a dry look towards the other. Hoseok shrugged as they both left the studio and headed for Yoongi's apartment.

Yoongi cut the other a glance. "Not that I mind your company, unless you eat all my food again, but is there a reason you have been spending so much time at my apartment? Something bothering you, Hobi?"

Hoseok bit his lip, his face serious and the smile gone from his features as he looked thoughtful, then his cheeks tinted pink and he sighed heavily. "Well, my, uh, boyfriend had been staying with me for a while? And he went back to his apartment these past few days, so I... I got lonely." 

Yoongi felt himself soften, so he leaned over and bumped his shoulder against him. "Cheer up. He'll be back soon. You two seem close, despite the fact that you aren't out and about."

"Yeah, he's a great guy actually," he mumbled. "Which is funny, cause when we first started talking, I thought he was some rich, prissy asshole." He rolled his eyes. "But really, he's kinda shy, sometimes avoids cameras- he rather be behind them- and has this really dorky and eccentric side." 

Yoongi felt his insides roll- that sounded vaguely familiar. The clues were ringing a bell, but for some reason a name just wasn't bouncing to the front. But he was curious. It was his best friend after all.

"He sounds really great for you- you both can be loud and weird together," Yoongi answered. Hoseok laughed, nodding his head in agreement. Then he examined Yoongi's profile, a smirk wiggling onto his features. 

"As for you and Guk, you both can be disgusting mushy together. God, you're like... lovebirds and you aren't even a official thing." He shook his head, clucking his tongue. "But for real, you two compliment each other. His somewhat odd, fuzzy nature, and your blunt and secret marshmallow insides- boom." 

"Gee thanks," he remarked, unlocking his apartment door and shoving open the door. Hoseok cackled, already making himself at home when he stopped, noticing a little picture hanging on the wall near the door. 

It was one of the selfies that Hoseok forced Yoongi to do, and it was taped a bit messily against the wall. Startled, and somewhat confused by the sudden picture, he looked at Yoongi who flushed bright red.

"As much as I want to squeal and coo at you, what the fuck hyung?" he chortled, pointing towards the picture. Yoongi touched his ear, chuckling nervously as he glanced down at his feet.

"Uh, Bunny mentioned how his house has a bunch of pictures because of his hyung around, so I though... I would try? You're my best friend, so... I thought it would work," he mumbled, embarrassed beyond belief. 

"This is why I call you a marshmallow by the way," he commented with a laugh. Yoongi glared at him but his pink cheeks gave him away. "But seriously, dude, I'm flattered. This is actually really nice." 

Yoongi smiled before they slowly settled in for the night, Yoongi showering and thinking about where he wanted to take Jeongguk tomorrow night. He really didn't want to be cliche and take him to some restaurant and crap- the younger man seemed to like experiences. 

An idea popped in his head. 

"Hey, Hobi, got any ₩500 coins on you?" 

"What?" Hoseok blurted, confused. Yoongi grinned. 

"I need all your coins."

"The fuck?" Hoseok pressed, but dug into his pocket and pulled out his coin bag and tossed it to Yoongi with a scowl. The older beamed, hugged Hoseok, and bounced back into his bed when his phone chimed. 

Glancing at it, he smiled when he saw Bunny in bold letters.

Bunny: sorry for rushing out earlier... I had to help my hyung

Yoongi: it's okay. no worries. I'm actually surprised you are giving a reason.

Bunny: Well... I trust you hyung, and you already know my hyung... so, I'm trying to be more... open? I guess, I don't know.

Yoongi: I understand. And I am grateful, but don't push yourself. How is Seokjin-ssi and little Minjun?

Bunny: Jin hyung is good. Minjun talks about you sometimes. Jin hyung and I are in awe. He wants to come play with you lol. Did u want to uh, see a picture of Minjun?

Yoongi: yes!! he is so cute!

Bunny: *image attached*

Yoongi found himself smiling at the soft picture of a little boy sitting on a blanket, his clothes a blue pajama set and his hair messy. He had a teddy in his arm and his thumb in his mouth as he looked shyly at the camera. 

Yoongi: he is precious. 

Bunny: Yeah. I uh, gotta go. see u 2morrow?

Yoongi: of course. Goodnight beautiful.

Bunny: Goodnight handsome

Yoongi flushed, but smiled contently as he closed his eyes. First, he was surprised that Jeongguk messaged him first, and second that he seemed determined to open up a bit more, even if it was something as small as showing him his nephew.

Sure, Yoongi already met his brother and his nephew, but even at the store, Jeongguk was eager to lead them away. It made him sad- what was trying to hide? Namjoon wasn't lying- the man kept to himself. 

But Yoongi felt better- he knew something about the mystery freshman that no one else did. And it wasn't just about his hyung and nephew. 

It was about his sweet smile, and cheeky nature. That was just for Yoongi.

*****

"Hyung, where are we going?" Jeongguk asked nervously, his hand tightening around Yoongi's as they walked through the semi-crowded streets near the campus- it was barely alive with student life. Though many seemed to caught up to even notice Jeongguk and Yoongi.

Since it was a week night, many students had bags of takeout and walking quickly back home, others had their nose buried in a book, and a few were talking to their friends as they walked into a restaurant. 

Yoongi ignored all of this as he kept going, casting a big gummy over his shoulder to reassure the younger man that everything was fine. Jeongguk loosened up, swallowing a bit as he trusted Yoongi to take him to the "secret date place" that had Jeongguk instantly nervous. 

And a little excited. Yoongi seemed to have everything prepared. They were still wearing their dance gear, but neither seemed to mind much. If anything, Jeongguk preferred it. It was more natural, relaxing, and it calmed him.

"It's alright, Bunny. I promise. We are almost there," Yoongi soothed, running his thumb over the back of Jeongguk's hand. The younger flushed, but smiled in content when Yoongi paused and beamed. "Okay, here we are." 

Yoongi watched as Jeongguk's eyes widened when he saw a Norae bang (karaoke room?) and felt the air in his lungs tightened. A light brightened within the walnut eyes of the younger man, whose mouth gaped partially before turning to look back at Yoongi with large eyes.

"Hyung, you... you remembered?"

"You said that you like singing, so I thought, tonight you should sing your heart out," he explained, and grinned. He watched as Jeongguk lunged forward, wrapping Yoongi in the biggest hug he had ever received before the younger pulled away.

"Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you!"

"I didn't want this date to be cliche, because you deserve something special. I'm really happy you like it," Yoongi admitted, a bit nervous. Jeongguk giggled, suddenly appearing like a fifteen year old kid rather than an adult that he usually seemed to be as he  grabbed Yoongi's hand and all but yanked him into the building. 

Yoongi laughed at the excited squeal that left the brunet as they bounded into the small room that had a screen, disco lights, two microphones, and a thick book of a playlist of songs. Jeongguk was buzzing, bouncing up and down, a bright grin on his face.

God, he was breathtaking. 

Grinning, he handed Jeongguk the coin bag and watched as he placed a few in, watching the number go up. Yoongi chuckled as Jeongguk poured over the book, picking up the remote punching in a few numbers and waited. 

"Can I marry you?" Yoongi asked, seeing the title "Bang, Bang, Bang" by Big Bang appearing on the screen and a familiar tune blasting through the speakers. Yoongi grabbed a mic just as Jeongguk winked and started singing. 

Yoongi found himself losing himself song after song, rapping the parts the other couldn't (though he found out that Jeongguk was a jack of trades and could rap a bit) and Jeongguk would sing the rest. 

They went through song after song, barely stopping, barely pausing. They bounced around the tiny room, sang terribly some times, and horribly the next. Yoongi had sweat dripping from his brow, exhausted, voice worn, but he didn't stop.

"Hyung, you're a great rapper, but do not ever try and sing again," Jeongguk said seriously, laughter dancing in his walnut eyes as they finished the latest song. Yoongi rolled his eyes, pouting. 

"I don't know, I thought I did pretty good." 

The score appeared on the board. 24.

Jeongguk broke into cackling laughter, nearly falling over from the force of his laugh while Yoongi glared at the screen as if it had betrayed him. Gasping to try and gather air, the younger man broke back into more giggles when he saw the other's expression.

"It knows, hyung. It knows the truth," he replied, wiping his face. Yoongi huffed, grabbing the remote and flipping through the songs. Jeongguk was smiling, looking alive, buzzing, and more energetic and open than the older had ever seen.

"Hey, we have two songs left, right?" Yoongi mentioned, looking up through his lashes to glance at the screen. Jeongguk nodded, pushing away the empty coin purse. "We should each chose a song that means something to us. Important. You know, like the song that is... meaningful to you?"

Jeongguk cocked his head to the side. "I read somewhere once that you learn a lot about person by a song. Sure. Sounds like fun," he said, and smiled sweetly. Yoongi nodded, looking back at the book to try and find the song. 

When he does, he punches in the number and watches the title flash across the screen. So Far Away, Agust D and Suran.

Jeongguk's mouth fell open as Yoongi began to rap out the parts, letting Jeongguk carefully sing out the singing parts of Suran. And when the song was done, Jeongguk just looked over at Yoongi and gave a warm smile.

"That was amazing," he murmured. Yoongi flushed bright red before he gestured weakly towards the other. Smiling, a bit nervously he noted, he typed in the number. Yoongi waited a moment and saw the song 2U by Justin Bieber pop up. Jeongguk flushed. "It's, uh, my favorite song." 

Yoongi nodded, listening as Jeongguk carefully started singing it. He closed his eyes and sang in a full, powerful force that surprised Yoongi. He honestly sounded like an angel, sweet and everlasting. A smile tugged at his lips. 

When Jeongguk finished, he flushed and looked down. 

Before Yoongi could stop himself, he stood, tilted Jeongguk's chin lower and pressed his mouth against him. At first, the boy tensed beneath him before he melted, his hands drifting to Yoongi's slim waist while Yoongi gripped at Jeongguk's collar. 

Jeongguk kissed back, his lips soft and somehow firm as they moved cautiously, nervously, against the elder who grinned against the kiss, adjusting his mouth so that his tongue could dart over the plump bottom lip. 

When Yoongi pulled away, Jeongguk stared at him before he pulled him back and kissed him again. This one was gentler, more careful and planned. Jeongguk raised his shaking hands and pressed them against Yoongi's cheeks before he finally pulled away again.

"I have wanted to do that since you showed me this place," Jeongguk admitted, somewhat timidly now. Yoongi laughed, taking this time to run his hands down the contorts of Jeongguk's body through his loose tee. 

Yoongi beamed. "And I have been wanting to kiss you since you first picked Big Bang."

Jeongguk broke back into laughter, amusement dancing in his eyes before he leaned down and kissed him again. "You are secretly a Big Bang fan boy aren't you?"

"Baby, it ain't a secret," Yoongi muttered, touching his cheek. Jeongguk giggled before Yoongi pulled away and gathered their things. Yoongi grabbed Jeongguk's hand and grinned. "We have one more place to go, okay?"

Nodding, Jeongguk let the older lead him through the now mostly empty streets until they came across a small restaurant, the scent of grilled meat playing with Jeongguk's tastes buds. His mouth watered and his stomach roared- he was starving.

They sat at a table and Yoongi ordered, while Jeongguk was admiring a family a little ways away. A little girl a little older than Minjun was sitting between a man and woman, letting her nibble on rice and pieces of meat.

Jeongguk tore his eyes away as a plate of meat was placed on the table, the skewer set being opened. Yoongi worked skillfully to place the meat on the device as they cooked slowly. Jeongguk was buzzing again.

"Lamb and beef Skewers?" he breathed excitedly. Yoongi nodded warmly, watching the excitement on his face as he took out his phone snapped a few pictures, paused, then snapped a few of Yoongi. 

The older gaped, surprised. Jeongguk, however, grinned. "Perfect." Feeling self conscious, Yoongi moved to grab the move but Jeongguk shoved his phone in pocket and grinned prettily. He groaned loudly. 

"Bunny, delete those."

"No. I want them," he said, sounding almost like a kid. Sighing, he gave in and handed Jeongguk the first one cooked. The boy dug in faster than Yoongi could comprehend. Chuckling, the older grabbed the second cooked one before he started eating.

They ate in soft silence, each exchanging soft smiles and gentle touches when Jeongguk's phone rang. The younger barely glanced at the ID as he answered the call.

"Hello?" he answered. Yoongi tried to not listen- he knew the other was a very private person, but his body was thrumming in curiosity as he watched the others face suddenly become panicked, eyes widening. "Um, uh."

Jeongguk leaped to his feet, hurrying away from the table and towards the bathroom. Yoongi followed him with his eyes, but didn't move as he finished cooking the rest and divided it among the two.

When Jeongguk finally came back, he noticed there was a look in his eyes. Yoongi couldn't describe it. He had seen it before. Back when they were at the supermarket, shopping with his hyung and nephew, but startled when he saw Yoongi and Hoseok.

But he didn't know what it was. 

"Sorry about that," he said, and offered an awkward smile. Yoongi suddenly didn't like that smile- after seeing the brilliant ones earlier, he wanted those back. He frowned.

"Is everything alright?" he asked worriedly. Jeongguk was quiet, staring at the lamb skewers on his plate before he nodded his head once. His frown deepened. "Jeongguk, look at me." He slowly raised his head. "Do you need to go home?"

"No!" he shouted, then flinched. Yoongi was startled as he exhaled slowly. "I just... never mind. I am sorry about the call but I had to take it. It just... it reminded me of something. I'm fine, I promise." He blushed. "Can I have a kiss? I want normalcy, for just a moment longer."

Yoongi didn't understand, but he leaned forward and pecked his lips, then preceded to place little kisses over the others soft skin. Jeongguk smiled, unwinding before he settled back in his chair and dug back into his food. 

They fell back in nice silence until they finished. Yoongi paid, took Jeongguk's hand, and began to walk the younger man home despite his protests, but Yoongi was nothing if not traditional. Pausing in front of a modern apartment building, Yoongi paused.

"Thank you for tonight, Yoongi hyung. I mean it," Jeongguk mumbled. Yoongi smiled, leaning forward and kissing him again. Yoongi was sure that he was addicted to the soft lips and the taste of his chap stick. 

"Anytime. Maybe a second date?" Yoongi asked, hopeful. Jeongguk giggled, but agreed. "Don't forget we have dance class tomorrow? So... see you tomorrow?" he asked. Jeongguk nodded, kissed him again, before he disappeared into the apartment building. 

Yoongi was definitely happy. 

*****

When Jeongguk walked into dance the next day, Yoongi found himself greeting him with outstretched arms. The younger chuckled before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his awaiting lips. 

Yoongi hummed, grinning as he smirked up at the younger as he grasped his hands. "Hey, Bunny," he breathed. Jeongguk smiled back, cheeks tinting pink but the affection was there. Hoseok gagged, pretending to throw up but the other two ignored him.

"Hey, Hyungie," he mumbled back, setting his bag down and turning back to Yoongi who wrapped his arms around his slender waist and let his fingers feel the muscles beneath his shirt. Now that he had touched Jeongguk once, he was addicted. 

He wanted to keep feeling his skin, and see the soft blush that decorated his features. Hoseok was rolling his eyes as the class finally started. Yoongi never strayed from the younger as they joked and played- even Hoseok was playing around with them.

When class was over, the professor walked up to the front. "Remember, tomorrow we don't have practice due to me unable to be here. I want to see you all here the next day on Friday. Don't forget to stretch," she reminded them.

Yoongi groaned, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he laid across the dance floor. "I am not made for this. I am a delicate being," he whined. Hoseok snorted while Jeongguk puffed out his cheeks and poked his chest.

"Stop your whining. Honestly," he said, then laughed when Yoongi pouted. "Doesn't work on me, but you're cute." Leaning down, he pressed a sweaty kiss to Yoongi's lips that caused him to scrunch his nose and whine louder. 

"Ew- you're sweaty and gross."

"The same applies to you," the other said. Yoongi grunted, but pushed himself up when he saw Jeongguk check his phone and sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I have to get going, hyung." He looked up and gave a sweet smile. "See you Friday?"

"I'm going to walk you home. Later Hoseok," he called. 

"Oh, now you remember my presence!"

*****

"So, you like, legit kissed?" Hoseok asked, walking out of the their last class of the day. Hoseok had a soft smile on his face as he looked over the coal haired blushing features, his lips pulled into the biggest gummy smile.

This was the first time the two friends got the chance to see other and talk about Yoongi's date. They both had been caught up, Hoseok back with his boyfriend and Yoongi too busy focusing on Jeongguk in dance class to really explain his date.

"Yeah. Many times," he admitted, then flushed brighter. He felt so odd admitting it aloud but his heart was pounding away in his chest as he remembered the date, and the texting that him and Jeongguk had been doing all morning after he walked him home last night.

"So, the date was definitely a win," the other cheered before he sobered, "you owe me a hell of a lot of coins."

"How about I buy you food instead?" the music major offered, a smirk tugging at his lips. Hoseok beamed, throwing his arm around Yoongi's shoulder and giggling.

"Then the debt shall be repaid," he answered. Yoongi rolled his eyes as he watched the other grab his phone and smiled. Yoongi fought off his own smile as he watched Hoseok answer quickly before looking back up. "Well, I gotta go. My boyfriend is meeting me at my place tonight. You gonna be good?"

"Sure. I was planning on relaxing today a bit," he said. "I haven't been to the park near my place in a while, and I need some inspiration for the new project." 

"Cool. Later hyung." 

Hoseok waved before he jogged in the direction of the subway, his steps light and flowing. Both were pleased that dance class was canceled tonight, giving them an afternoon and evening to themselves. 

After last night, Yoongi couldn't help but miss the younger and his warm hand. Despite the fact Jeongguk was bigger than Yoongi in regards of size and height, Yoongi's hands were bigger, and somehow, dominated the other. 

He missed holding it. 

Running his hands through his coal hair, Yoongi set off towards his apartment as he quickly did a quick clean up of wiping down surfaces, fixed the little clutter, and then made sure the food in the fridge was good.

Glancing at the time to see it was early afternoon, he grinned before grabbing his headphones, his small notebook and pen, before shoving them in his satchel. Locking back up, he shoved his headphones in his ears and hurried towards the park.

The park was one of Yoongi's favorite places. It was a stretch of land that was a mix of open grassy fields that many would go and have a picnic and then part wooded area that was like walking through a fantasy forest with a bunch of benches to sit and watch the sun stream through the leaves. 

There was also a large playground where many kids would go and play around, but Yoongi usually avoided that area. 

January air was crisp and cold, but Yoongi didn't mind as it tinted his cheeks pink as he walked the familiar path. The views of the sidewalk and soft grass as he approached the wooded area soothed his mind, and he found himself already starting to hum a possible tune. 

Seeing a bench ahead, Yoongi eagerly sat himself in it and pulled out his notebook and pen. His hand was freezing from the cold temperature but he ignored it and focused on writing the lyrics that popped in his head. 

His mind kept returning to the sweet smile, twinkling doe eyes, and twitching nose as cackling laughter filled his mind. The words started coming a bit faster. 

A soft sound broke through Yoongi's stupor. Eyes widening, he removed his head phones and looked around. It was soft, but distinct. It sounded like crying. Putting away his notebook, he stood and cocked his head.

He followed the sound, turning the corner of the wooded area while his eyes flickered around as the crying sounds turned heavier, little hiccups and gasps now echoing, and he realized that it sounded like a kid.

Picking up his pace, he narrowed his eyes when he saw a small hunched over figure slightly off the path. His legs were drawn up to his chest, brown hair tussled on his head. He was wearing a puffy blue jacket, jeans, and small Timberlands. 

Yoongi startled- it was Minjun.

Stepping closer, Yoongi felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. This was Jeongguk's nephew, the one he adored, and there was no way that was just going to leave the kid. Walking briskly, he called out his name.

"Minjun?"

The toddler's head snapped up, cheeks red, eyes puffy, and snot dripping from his nose as he stared towards Yoongi with glistening brown eyes and a harsh sniffle. His eyes widened when he realized he recognized Yoongi.

"Y-yoonie!" he screamed, suddenly scrambling to his feet and running over. He flinched at the loudness of his shout, but didn't hesitate to kneel down as the boy plowed against Yoongi's open arms. The boy was shivering.

"Hey buddy- what the he- what are you doing here?" he quickly corrected, hugging the sobbing toddler to his chest as worry filled his chest. His eyes flickered around the area, looking for a pink haired man but there was no one.

Minjun cried louder, chubby arms tightening around Yoongi's neck. "Mini lost daddy! Mini l-lost," he hiccuped and sobbed. "Mini want daddy!"

Yoongi felt the worry grow in his chest as he hugged Minjun a bit tighter as the toddler broke down again, tiny hand grasping at the fabric of his jacket. He ruffled the boys hair, blinking at how soft it was.

What was about this kid that he was so soft with him? Yoongi avoided kids, hating having to watch what he says and he does. He is scared he's gonna break them, and most don't even like him. They usually stay away- even a one year old. Infants is a no.

But this tiny, almost fragile three year old? 

He pulled Minjun away from him, wiping the boy's red cheeks as he sniffled. "Okay, buddy, listen. I'm gonna help you find your dad okay? Can you be a big boy for me? It's gonna be fine."

"Mini be big," the toddler mumbled, turning a bit shy. "Mini big and put cwothes on."

"Wow, see? You're a big boy and big boys don't cry." Minjun nodded his head and wiped his tears. Yoongi smiled, heart swelling when he saw Minjun mimic his expression of looking "big" before he giggled. He held out his hand. "Take my hand okay? Don't want to wander off."

"What 'wander'?" the toddler asked, but took his hand in his tiny one. Yoongi nearly startled at the difference. Yoongi's hand not only swallowed the toddler's but it looked as if he could snap the other's hand in half. He decided to be very careful- he really didn't want to hurt the kid.

"It, uh, means walk off," he mumbled, and gently started walking in the only direction that it made sense for a three year to be at. The playground. Minjun giggled but agreed as he tightened his hand around the others. "How did you get lost?"

"Mini pway hide and sweek wif daddy but Mini no know where and wost," the boy lisped, eyes filling with tears again, but he mimicked Yoongi's expression and told himself 'bad tears' before he smiled. "But Mini okay. He found Yoonie!"

Yoongi felt his cheeks grow warm but he ruffled the kids hair and continued down the path while his eyes raked over the few people, trying to find pink hair when the playground came into view. Minjun started bouncing, but Yoongi wouldn't let him run off.

"Minjun, do not let go of my hand. We have to find your father. Do not leave my side, understand?" Yoongi ordered firmly. Minjun stopped, looking up at Yoongi with big eyes but he nodded his head and stayed there. 

Walking closer, Yoongi's ears pricked when he heard panicked screams, the sound of Minjun's name being called with fear and desperation. His heart ached, but something about the voice was familiar as he looked away from the large playground and saw a man running to other parents, eyes large, tears streaming down his face, and hands trembling.

"Have you seen my son? Oh my god, MINJUN!" the man screamed, grasping at his hair as he ran around. Minjun gasped, pointing.

"Daddy! Daddy!" he screamed. Yoongi frowned, his eyes locked on the familiar set of shoulders, tousled brown hair, and brown eyes as the man's head snapped over. Relief washed over his face as he sobbed and dashed towards him.

Minjun let go of his hand and ran straight into Jeon Jeongguk's arms. 

Jeongguk didn't seem to notice Yoongi's presence as he fell to his knees, pulling Minjun against with trembling hands. The brunet was sobbing, Minjun nestled against his body as he checked him all over.

Yoongi stood frozen. He couldn't couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was Jeongguk. He knew that soft voice, soft hair, and swollen pink lips. But he couldn't understand what was seeing.

"Minjun, oh my god, baby, daddy was so scared," he gasped, touching his son's face and hiccuping once. Minjun pouted, looking down. "Do not ever do that again, do you understand me? I told you to not leave the playground! You could have gotten hurt, or-or taken. Oh god, baby." 

Jeongguk pulled Minjun against him again, but the toddler hugged him back tighter, murmuring a soft 'Mini sowwy daddy' and Yoongi felt his entire world turn upside as his mind flashed to the market- the panicked looks, the way he was eyeing Minjun. Then he flashed back to always being late, the band-aid, and the disappearances. 

Slowly, Yoongi felt his mind go blank as he realized that Seokjin wasn't Minjun's father, and the resemblance should have been a dead giveaway, but he never even thought that a nineteen year old would have a three year old. 

"Mini okay. Yoonie found Mini. Mini here now!" the toddler said when he pulled away, pointing towards Yoongi who hadn't moved an inch. Jeongguk's face washed with confusion before he looked away from his son and towards the coal haired man standing a ways away.

Yoongi watched as the younger's face washed with confusion to sheer horror. His brown eyes glistened as he stared towards older with a slightly agape mouth, chest starting to heave as he clambered to his feet. 

"Yoongi... I... I can explain," he breathed, taking a small step forward. Yoongi snorted, arms crossing over his chest as he felt anger surge through his gut as emotions he couldn't begin to decipher flooded in him- he focused on one. 

Anger.

"Really? Great, I would love to fucking hear it," Yoongi snapped. Jeongguk flinched, eyes flickering downwards. He shooed Minjun towards the playground then slowly turned back to Yoongi with a sad expression.

"I... I was going to tell you."

"Tell me what exactly? That you have a fucking three year old son? Yeah, that would have been great information to know before I fucking took you on a date!" Yoongi shouted. The kids on the playground glanced over. Jeongguk flinched and grabbed Yoongi's wrist, pulling him away but he yanked it away. "Do not touch me!"

"Hyung, please," he pleaded, eyes wide and filling with tears. "I... I couldn't tell you. I'm sorry, okay? I... I didn't mean to deceive you."

"Whatever," Yoongi muttered. He glared at Jeongguk once, watching the way his eyes filled tears as he turned and moved to march away when his name was called. Pausing, he turned and saw Minjun race past his father, who moved to grab him but he avoided him.

"Yoonie! Wanna pway? Why go?" he asked, pouting slightly as he grasped his pant leg. Jeongguk opened his mouth, moving to scoop up his son but Yoongi avoided looking at him as he smiled weakly at the toddler.

"Sorry buddy. I have to go."

Minjun pouted. "Pway way-ter?" he asked hopefully. 

"I... go back to your father, Minjun," he sighed, and gently pried the tiny hand from his pant leg. Minjun opened his mouth to call out to Yoongi but the coal haired marched off. He couldn't look back at the sight of the toddler and Jeongguk.

His emotions were all over the place. He was angry, betrayed. He felt deceived. He felt somewhat used. Jeongguk had a kid, and that info felt like a dagger to the gut. Where was the mother? How did this happen and what is Yoongi supposed to do?

He was twenty-two and he never planned on having a kid like this, and he certainly didn't know what to do about it. It scared him. He wasn't good with kids- he was a fuck up on a good day. His parents weren't the best and his childhood wasn't great either.

The idea of hurting a kid was something he couldn't bare.

Yoongi was exhausted. His body felt like lead as he stared down at the table beneath him. He didn't even bother trying to pretend that that he was studying as he grasped at his coffee cup with a scowl etched into his features. 

Last night, he couldn't even sleep. His mind wouldn't stop running over the scene of Jeongguk with Minjun. Minjun, his son, and it kept haunting him. The sight of his doe eyes, now clouded with tears and the desperate look on his face.

He groaned, rubbing his temples at the low throbbing that was blistering there as he sat back in his chair and wished that someone would knock him out, hit him, anything to make his thoughts stop swirling in his head. 

Hoseok was still off with his mystery boyfriend, and Namjoon wasn't around for some reason, and Yoongi was alone in the library, dread causing his stomach to clench and the desire to sleep to whisk in his mind.

No matter how much he wanted to banish the events from yesterday to vanish from his mind, it was like they were stuck there. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and glared at the table in front of him when he heard soft steps.

"Hyung?" Namjoon said, sitting himself in his usual chair. Yoongi could feel his eyes flickering over his hunched figure. He knew he looked like a wreck. Untamed hair, dark circles under his eyes, and worn clothing. "You... okay?"

"Fucking peachy," he snapped tiredly, raising his head to send a glare towards the younger man. Namjoon blinked when he saw the ashen pallor, haunted brown eyes, and dark circles as he realized the other looked like he hadn't slept at all.

"Shit, hyung. You look like shit," he muttered. Yoongi gave a sarcastic smile, muttering a 'fuck you' before he looked back at the table with his hood pulled up. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Yoongi snorted. "Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, right," Namjoon retorted drily. "Hyung, you literally look like death. Of course I am going to fucking worried. What happened to you?"

Yoongi cracked a dark smile, eyes glinting with something unreadable as he met Namjoon's eyes. "Oh, I just had a fucking wake up call. You done being my parent? I said I am fine, now fucking drop it Namjoon."

Namjoon opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to protest but Yoongi glared at him. He stood faster than Namjoon thought possible for the man who never moved and grabbed his stuff. He stared wide eyed as the other marched out of the library without another word.  

Yoongi wasn't sure where he was going, but he needed to get away. His tired legs just walked around campus, not really seeing anything and his head down. Everything inside him of him hurt, and he hated the fact he dreaded going to dance today.

He also hated the fact he wondered how Jeongguk was, if he was okay, and if Minjun had found a play mate. He hated the fact that the guilt of his words were eating his insides, but he couldn't take them back.

He was scared. Was he coward? Yes, he really was. But he couldn't change the fact the idea of the kid scared him so bad that his hands shook. Having Minjun as a nephew wasn't the same as dating his father. 

That was still bizarre to Yoongi. Jeongguk was a father. Jeon Jeongguk, shy, bunny boy with the mystery around him had a son. No matter how many times the words rebounded in his head, he still couldn't wrap his mind around it.

He couldn't even imagine saying the words allowed.

Jeon Jeongguk was a father. He had a son. A sweet, adorable three year old whose name was Minjun. 

Yoongi groaned, grabbing his hair. "Oh my god... what the fuck, Min Yoongi? Stop thinking about it!" he scolded himself, not caring about the odd looks he received from other students. Luckily most just minded their own business- it wasn't uncommon for students to talk to themselves. 

When he got in class, he tried to pretend that he was paying attention, but really his mind was anywhere but. He couldn't stop thinking about it. What was Jeongguk's morning like, with a son? 

Was it why he appeared sometimes? It now made sense why the younger seemed to never play certain games, or never even swore. He had a kid around, which meant he was use to watching his language. The slip of the tongue and protective nature.

Everything that Yoongi admired, but never caught on to. Everything that summed up the fact that Jeongguk, that mystery boy, wasn't much of a mystery. He was simply Jeon Jeongguk, a father and student.

When class was over, Yoongi found himself numbly changing into dance clothes before he walked into the dance studio with his hands clammy and his body not even wanting to attempt the idea of dancing.

He sat himself on the floor and stared into space. He wasn't sure he could face Jeongguk yet, his heart aching and racing while his body throbbed. Hoseok came in a little while later, a huge smile on his face and a bounce in his step.

That smile vanished when he caught sight of the ragged Min Yoongi.

He whistled low as he tossed his bag to the side, eyeing his best friend wearily. "Jesus, Yoongi. You look like fucking shit," he muttered, slowly sitting on the ground as he stared at him. Yoongi rolled his eyes but didn't answer. "What the fuck happened to you?" 

"Didn't sleep," he muttered, and looked away. Despite the fact that he was still anger, flustered, and very confused, didn't mean he was going to tell Jeongguk's secret. That was not his place nor his intention. 

He wasn't that much of an asshole.

Hoseok grunted. "No shit, Sherlock. Seriously, did something happen between you and Jeongguk? You really look terrible," he pressed, shifting closer to his best friend with worried eyes. Yoongi sighed, deciding to stay quiet. Hoseok frowned. "You really won't answer?"

"No."

"Asshole," Hoseok muttered. Yoongi cracked a bitter smile.

"Oh, I know," he replied. Hoseok cast him a confused frown but the older didn't say anything more as he slowly began to stretch. Yoongi didn't bother to attempt, just kept himself from staring at the door, waiting for the person who was haunting his mind.

The professor came in, starting class with her droll voice, and the first pang of worry slithered into Yoongi as he stood, casting glances towards the door. Where was Jeongguk? Was something wrong or was it him?

About fifteen minutes into class, Jeongguk entered class. Instead of the usual flurry, he was slow, downcast. His brown hair was tangled and windblown, his face pale and his lips chapped. His clothes were rumpled, dark circles under his eyes, and a frown pulling at his lips. 

Hoseok's brows rose to his hairline. He looked as bad as Yoongi.

The professor paused, a scowl etching into her features. "Ah, Mr. Jeon. Late again. You know this is the third strike," she stated icily. The younger didn't answer, just drifted to the back corner and tossed his stuff down. "See me after class."

"I can't," he finally muttered. The professor scowled, her eyes narrowing at the dismissal. 

"It was not a request, Mr. Jeon. You will meet me after class. Do you understand?" she hissed, a warning in her tone. Jeongguk didn't reply, just started stretching. Hoseok looked between Yoongi and Jeongguk, his mind turning over when he saw that Jeongguk was refusing to even glance in their direction. 

Yoongi kept sneaking glances, a sadness in his eyes. Was Jeongguk like this because of him or because something happened with Minjun? He wasn't sure, but his chest was tight as the dance class persisted.

Jeongguk was yelled at many times for not focusing, and it made Yoongi ache because the younger never responded, just tried again. Hoseok was confused, shooting Yoongi incredulous looks that he never replied too.

The class felt like eternity. 

When it was over, Yoongi wasn't laying on the floor. Instead, he watched as the professor walked over to the exhausted looking Jeongguk. The boy responded quietly, eyes hazy, and Yoongi felt protective towards him but didn't dare move.

Hoseok grabbed his arm and yanked. "What the fuck is happening, Min Yoongi?" he hissed, anger clear in his tone. "Why does it look like back before you started talking to him? He looks fucking dead. What did you do?"

Yoongi snorted. "Oh, it was something I did?" he snapped, anger lacing his tone as he stared at his best friend. Hoseok blinked, then frowned when he realized what he said.

"Yoongi-"

"Don't," he snarled. "I didn't do anything. He lied to me. Not the other way around, Hoseok." Yoongi grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder and glared towards his friend. "Go suck off your boyfriend and don't come near me for a few hours." 

Hoseok opened his mouth to say something but instead the coal haired cast a one more sad look towards Jeongguk who still hadn't looked at him as the professor left and he started to quickly gather his things. 

He hesitated, just a fraction of a moment, a trickle of a second, as the feelings of worry, affection, guilt, and desire raced through his system. He so badly wanted to go over to him, to take his hand and walk him home.

Maybe go inside and see Minjun.

And like that, the emotions vanished and he walked out without another glance over his shoulder. 

****

Everything was blurring together. Yoongi couldn't focus on anything. His mind was being taunted, his heart constantly aching. And even in the dead of night, he couldn't seem to stop thinking about Jeongguk.

Jeongguk. Jeongguk. Jeongguk.

When Saturday morning rolled around, he didn't even the energy to move from his bed. He just stared at the ceiling, feeling empty and lost. His hair felt greasy, his breathe could probably kill someone, and his body just felt hollow. 

The words he had said to the younger kept bouncing around his mind, causing him to flinch. He was harsh, cold, and he regretted it, but the anger was still burning within his gut. Jeongguk had lied to him, and it was something that wouldn't leave his mind.

Along with the fear. 

His phone was blowing up, constantly ringing and receiving a billion texts but the coal haired shut it off. He wasn't in the mood to talk to Hoseok. He didn't even want to try, and Namjoon's concerned texts weren't helping either. 

He heard his front door have plenty of knocks, shouts from his two friends echoing throughout his deafening silent apartment. He didn't move. He was pleased that he forgot to put his extra house key back above the door.

He wanted to be alone. 

But his friends did not seem to understand that since sometime later, more knocking was against the door. It was banging, loud, and even after ten minutes of Yoongi ignoring it, it persisted.

Growling, Yoongi pulled himself to his feet and threw open the door, ready to scream at Hoseok to just leave him alone when the words died in his throat. Instead of red hair and sunshine smile, it was glistening pink hair, wide shoulders, and plump lips.

Eyes widening, Yoongi knew the man to be Seokjin, Jeongguk's older brother. He was giving the black haired a cold look, a droll stare in his eyes as he had his arms crossed over his chest, hip cocked, and anger glinting in his eyes.

Yoongi's face went blank. "What the hell are you doing here? And how did you know I live here?" he snapped. Seokjin gave a cold smile.

"Joonie told me," he said simply. Yoongi felt his body go rigid.

"Joonie? You mean Namjoon?" Yoongi asked, incredulous. "How in the fuck-"

"-Language-"

"Do you know Namjoon?"  

Seokjin sighed, running a hand through his hair as he gave Yoongi a dark look, mouth pursed. Mind racing, he slowly felt himself piece everything together. The man he was seeing who worked in a cafe, had a little brother with a kid, and the fact he was always babysitting.

Air whooshed from Yoongi's lungs as he stared at the older man with a bewildered gaze. Namjoon was dating Seokjin. Jeongguk's older brother. The news struck something deep in him.

"I see you figured it out," Seokjin commented before he pushed past Yoongi and walked straight into his apartment. Gasping, Yoongi swore as he grabbed his wrist. 

"That doesn't answer why you are here!" Yoongi shouted, his head throbbing, heart aching, and body just wanting to go lie down and not think anymore. He was so tired of thinking that he wanted to shot himself in the head to get his thoughts to shut up.

Seokjin pursed his lips, glaring back at Yoongi. "Do not raise your voice at me, Min Yoongi. I am not as sweet as I appear when it comes to people I love, and right now, you are hurting three of them so I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen, you piece of shit."

Shocked by the older's outburst, Yoongi released the hold on his arm and stepped back. His words were gone as Seokjin glared at him, not even bothering to hide the slight hatred and rage that was burning within light brown eyes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Jeongguk likes you. Don't you get that? You just went and crushed him," Seokjin snapped. Yoongi felt his lips twitch into a scowl, narrowing his eyes on the older. "He told you what he was afraid of, and you went and did just that." 

"Yeah? Well, for your info, he fucking lied to me!" Yoongi snarled back, hands balling into fists as he glared at the pink haired with barely controlled rage. "How do you think that makes me feel!? Huh?"

"Wake up and smell the fucking roses- Jeongguk never lied to you," the older stated in a deadly calm. "Think back to all the times Minjun was mentioned. Did he ever flat out state that Minjun was my son? Just once." 

Yoongi opened his mouth, ready to tell him to 'go to hell' but his mind stopped him. He thought back to all the conversions, all the moments he was with him, and his jaw snapped closed. Jeongguk had never said Minjun was Seokjin's- he just assumed. 

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "Ah, I see it's sinking in. Good." Seokjin leaned against the wall, arms still crossed as he glared at the black haired, who looked taken aback and unsure. "Jeongguk never wanted to lie to you, but he was scared to tell the truth. Obviously, for a good reason. He just let you believe what everyone believes. Because he wanted to be with you."

"He still should have told me!" Yoongi rebuked, the anger lessening in his voice. Seokjin snorted, giving Yoongi another cold look.

"I want you to look me in the eye and answer honestly," Seokjin warned lowly, "if you knew that Jeongguk had a son, would you have ever taken him on a date, or even given him the time of day?" 

Yoongi opened his mouth, ready to say something to defend himself when he realized that he didn't like the answer that floated in his mind.

 He wouldn't have. He wouldn't have even glanced at him, let alone take him on a date.

He closed his mouth again, eyes wide as the answer left him in a whoosh of air. "I- no... no I wouldn't have."

Seokjin nodded, already knowing the answer. "Exactly. Which is why he kept this part of his life, the biggest part of him, from you. Not because he wanted to, but because he was desperate." Seokjin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I do not like you right now. Honestly, I want to maim you and hang your balls on my window."

Yoongi flinched, covering himself at the threat.

"But for the sake of Jeongguk and Min, I won't do that." Pushing himself off the wall, the man sauntered closer to Yoongi and glared. "I don't give shit what your excuse is, or even why I bothered trying to explain this to you, but I thought I would try. Jeongguk has had a hard fucking life, but he has done nothing wrong. Do not think ill of him or Minjun. He doesn't sleep around, and Min is literally his life."

"I can't just... I'm 22! I'm not like, ready for-"

"He's 19, Yoongi," he interjected. Yoongi fell silent. "He wasn't ready either, but life is shitty that way."

Unsure of what to say, Yoongi remained silent. The pink haired man gave him another cold look before he walked for the door and pulled it open. Yoongi watched him go, eyes large and somewhat glassy as the man huffed and slammed it closed behind him.

Lowering himself to the ground, he pulled his legs up to his chest as his mind fought to understand everything that had just happened, and the confusion that followed. He felt like a mess. 

Grasping at his hair, he felt his chest tighten and his body start to shut down. He felt like he couldn't breathe as he tried to inhale sharply and he realized that in some way, Jeongguk was trying to tell him.

The pictures of Minjun he sent, the way he was slowly opening up about his life. In some odd way, Jeongguk was trying to get Yoongi to understand without stating it aloud, knowing it would scare him away.

But that didn't mean that the fear had stopped. The fear of fucking up. The fear of not being good enough. He already ruined what he with Jeongguk, probably with Hoseok right now, and maybe even Namjoon.

His world felt twisted.

"H-hyung, hyung, can you hear me? Hyung!" a voice shouted, dragging Yoongi from his jumbled thoughts and back into reality. Worried eyes behind black rimmed glasses showed Kim Namjoon, hands grasping at Yoongi's shoulders.

Yoongi squinted. "Namjoon?"

The younger blew out a heavy breathe. "Yeah, it's me."

"Why are you here?" he mumbled, realizing that he was still on the floor, staring at his tiled floor with a blank stare, and the door was open, letting in the freezing air. Namjoon sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"I was worried about you. Jin hyung texted me and said that he came to talk to you, and knowing you, you needed someone to come and explain more calmly then, well, Jin," he said dumbly, offering a awkward shrug. Yoongi then remembered what he had learned earlier today.

"You have one hell of a man, Joon," he muttered suddenly. "He threatened my manhood."

Namjoon snorted. "That's... actually pretty mild for the usual Jin," he admitted. Yoongi gave him a blank stare and he coughed out an awkward 'sorry' before he frowned, looking over the sickly looking man in front of him. He sat on the floor. "You okay?"

"No."

Namjoon cracked a lazy, dimpled smile. "Wanna talk about it?"

Yoongi hesitated. "You know... don't you? About... about Jeongguk?" he questioned, eyes dropping to the floor as he waited. Namjoon was quiet for a heartbeat.

"Yes."

Yoongi exhaled lowly. "Does... does Jeongguk know... that you know?" he asked carefully. Namjoon shook his head firmly.

"Jin was too worried about him so he decided to keep it a secret for now. I agreed and told him that I can wait. It's alright," he explained casually. Yoongi felt his mouth go dry, turning his eyes away from his friend and staring blankly at the wall. 

Namjoon let Yoongi be silent, knowing the other was thinking things over. Licking his lips, Yoongi finally lowered his head. 

"I don't know what to do anymore," he mumbled. Namjoon nodded his head, hearing the way his voice cracked. He felt his heart reach for his friend. "I can't... Namjoon, I just... I know what Pinkie said is right, but... Joon, I am not good with kids. I never had parents, I don't know how to act around them and I am an asshole like, all the time. I'm..." he flinched. "I'm scared. I'm so scared Joon."

Namjoon was silent for a moment, letting the words fill in the space around them. He knew that Yoongi, despite how he seemed, was actually a good person but wasn't sure how to show. The fact he was that affectionate with Jeongguk really showed that he cared for the boy.

But he also knew that Yoongi grew up alone. He wasn't always good in relationships and certain things scared him. He knew that he avoided kids, preferring a dog then the idea of adopting or having a child, but he didn't know it was this bad.

Yoongi looked petrified. 

"If Jeongguk and me... if we get closer, what happens then? What do I do about the fact he has a kid." He groaned and tugged his hair. "He has a fucking son, Namjoon. He has a baby. A little toddler."

"Yes, he does," Namjoon soothed calmly. Yoongi trembled a moment, eyes becoming glassy as he sniffed.

"I'm not good with kids," he breathed, shaking his head. "What am I supposed to do? I like Jeongguk so much that this past few days have hurt so bad, but I'm so terrified. I don't know how to handle a kid- or the fact that a part of me likes the kid. Or even the idea that... that Minjun could really mean more to me."

 "Jeongguk was probably scared too, Yoongi," he said softly. Yoongi's head shot up, glancing towards Namjoon with large eyes as he gave a calming smile. "He was sixteen, Yoongs. He was a kid himself, and all of a sudden he had a kid. He had to be scared."

"But... but what if I fuck up?"

Namjoon laughed, smiling sweetly. "And you think Jeongguk hasn't? Do you think Jin hasn't? Parenting isn't something you are good at right away. He learned, and is still learning, and probably still messes up." He leaned over and nudged his shoulder. "It's okay to mess up. You won't hurt either of them, Yoongi. You aren't your parents."

Yoongi flinched, looking away, but his words rang into his mind. He bit his lip and played with his fingers as he thought it over. Namjoon smiled.

"Yoongi, give it a try. You care about Jeongguk, and I know you care about the kid. Yes, you're both young, but I have never seen you look so happy as you did when talking about Jeongguk." Namjoon patted his shoulder. "You need each other. There is no denying that."

"I think I could really fall in love with him," he admitted softly. Namjoon nodded, offering a soft 'I know, hyung' before he stood and stretched. Yoongi huffed and rubbed his eyes. "So... what do I do?"

"Fix it. Go to him tomorrow. Try, Yoongi. You have to stop living in fear," he said firmly. Yoongi hesitated before he nodded. Namjoon grinned, showcasing his dimples. "Now, go shower and sleep. No offense, hyung, but you smell."

Yoongi didn't answer, just got to his feet and threw him the finger. Namjoon laughed before he waved and mumbled a 'got to go calm Jin down' and left with a bye over his shoulder. Sighing, Yoongi decided to follow Namjoon instructions and showered, cleaning and feeling better than he had in days.

When he climbed out and dressed, he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked more alive, but he knew he still needed sleep. Offering a weak, determined smile, he climbed into the sheets and closed his eyes. 

The next morning, Yoongi felt nauseous as he stood in front of the door to Jeongguk's apartment. The white door seemed daunting, almost as if taunting him to dare step into a world that he didn't understand.

The world that Jeongguk had been living in secret for such a long time. 

Everything inside him was screaming, churning around in his gut, and his mouth was dry as he shifted his weight and tried to calm his breathing. His heart was thundering in his ears as he closed his eyes and exhaled.

He could do this.

Despite the fact his hand was trembling, he rapped against the wood and stepped back. He felt as if his body was going to explode as he heard some movement, Jeongguk gently calling out he assumed Minjun, when the door was pushed open.

"Taehyung, I thought you said you weren't coming till-" Jeongguk froze, eyes widening and mouth falling open as he stared in shock towards the raven haired man that stood instead of the tall chocolate haired. "Yoongi."

Yoongi gave an anxious smile, eyes fluttering at seeing Jeongguk again. He looked almost angelic, his hair messy and slightly tangled, his clothes consisting of some cuffed jeans and a white tee, a toy in his hand, while his brown eyes instantly looked down and his bottom lip caught between his bunny teeth.

He cleared his throat. "What are you doing here, Yoongi-ssi?" 

Yoongi flinched at the formality, the honorific ringing in his ear like a bad omen. Hand balling into a small fist, he touched his ear as he tried to gather his courage and pull open his mouth to say something.

"I... I came to talk."

Jeongguk didn't move a moment, brown eyes slightly hidden by his fringe before he sighed and pulled open the door slowly with a frown etched into his features. Yoongi offered a thankful smile that the other didn't return as he stepped inside the house.

He was first greeted by the soft scent of baby powder and vanilla, a scent he had realized was Jeongguk's faint smell he had everyday and now made sense. The house was cozy, the walls a soft tan color, the kitchen decorated with little appliances and random toddler things like plastic cups, little spoons, and special plates.

The walls were covered with pictures- some framed and others hanging from little fairy lights and all had the main subject of Minjun- various stages of life. It was stunning actually, and made a smile twitch at Yoongi's lips.

The floor was hardwood, but there was random rugs all around that softened the home. The living room was nicely decorated, a big bin full of toys and a rainbow blanket spread out over the carpet while Frozen was playing on the screen.

A little toddler wearing Iron Man pajamas was watching with his toys surrounding him and his thumb in his mouth. He still looked sleepy despite the hour of nine am, and his big doe eyes locked on the screen.

Yoongi felt his heart melt a little at the sight. Minjun was Jeongguk's. Something about that fact that made his heart swell and become so heavy with love and affection that his throat swelled up. That little baby was a part of the man that he was quickly falling for.

Jeongguk stepped in front of him, blocking his view of Minjun and crossing his arms over his chest as a frightened and unsure look crossed over the slight anger in his eyes. Yoongi blinked.

"What are you doing here? Really. I don't have time for games," he said, rubbing his forehead. "I have to bath Min soon and get him dressed. So, what do you want?"

"To apologize," he mumbled. Jeongguk paused, eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Jeongguk, I'm sorry. I'm so f-" he stopped himself and coughed. "I'm really sorry. I was a a- jerk and there is no excuse for that. I'm sorry it took me days to get my s- crap together."

Jeongguk didn't say anything, instead looking more nervous and frightened again, but at least the anger vanished from his eyes. He glanced down and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What... what changed your mind?"

"Someone who is actually quite scary yet has pink hair while looking like a Barbie doll," he deadpanned. Jeongguk snorted, covering his mouth with his hand as amusement glinted in his eyes. "And Namjoon also made me realize that I'm an idiot. Jeongguk, I am sorry."

Silence fell between the two when suddenly a soft voice called out.

"Daddy?" a sleepy voice mumbled. Jeongguk turned away from Yoongi, face softening to one of deep affection as he smiled sweetly down to the sleepy boy who was rubbing his eye and looking at Jeongguk. "Mini pee pee."

Jeongguk sighed, seeming to forget a moment that Yoongi was there as he pulled Minjun close, checked his diaper and frowned. "Baby, why didn't you tell daddy you had to go? You know how to use the toilet," the brunet asked, something akin to sadness glinting in his eyes.

The toddler looked down, tears stirring. "Mini sowwy, daddy."

"Oh sweetheart," Jeongguk breathed, and hugged Minjun close. Yoongi felt like he was intruding, but something bloomed deep in Yoongi's chest. The scene was heartwarming as it was heartbreaking.

A part of him wanted it.

"Come on, let's change your diaper and bathe, okay?" Jeongguk asked, pulling away and staring into his son's sweet face. The toddler nodded, thumb in his mouth. He carefully moved the thumb.

Then, Minjun caught who was there and brightened, all the sleepiness gone from the boy as he broke into a cute little grin that resembled Jeongguk so much his heart tightened. "Yoonie!" he squealed, running over.

Yoongi didn't let himself think as he bent down and hugged Minjun back as the little one bounced up and down in his arms. Jeongguk watched wearily, looking scared that Yoongi was going to do something.

"Yoonie come pway wif Mini and daddy?" he asked, brown eyes sparkling. Yoongi chuckled as he pulled away from the hug, admiring the boy's soft features and cute smile. He melted like butter as he smiled back.

"I don't know. It depends on your daddy. Let's see if I can stay so I can play," he said, chuckling. Minjun turned to Jeongguk, grasping tightly to Yoongi's hand as he stared towards his daddy. Yoongi pouted, hoping to match Minjun's pout.

"Daddy, Yoonie stay and pway wif Mini?" the toddler pleaded, whining a bit. Jeongguk looked taken aback as he looked from his son, to Yoongi, and then back to his son with a unsure and frightened look.

Yoongi felt terrible. He had put that look of fear and unsure on his face, and he wanted to take it back and show him that he meant it when he said that he wanted to try. Being here now felt almost surreal.

The tiny hand holding his index finger like it was a life line, the scent of baby powder and animal crackers, and the way Yoongi's heart was melting at the sweet baby that was begging his scared father to let him stay.

He met Jeongguk eyes. "I want to try, Bunny. I want you." He glanced down at Minjun who looked back at Yoongi, giggled and placed a slightly wet hand on his face. His smile warmed. "All of you..."

Jeongguk bit his lip before he finally sighed. "Fine... he can stay. For a little while." Minjun cheered, turning back to his father and rushing to hug his leg. Jeongguk smiled weakly and patted his head. "But first you are taking a bath. No arguing?"

"Bath then pway?" he asked seriously. Jeongguk nodded. "Bath wif duckie?"

Jeongguk chuckled. "Yes, baby. With duckies. Go get in the bathroom and get undressed. Daddy has to talk to Yoongi, okay?" he asked. Minjun nodded, waved excitedly at Yoongi before he hurried off to follow his orders.

As soon as he was gone, Jeongguk turned back to Yoongi with a serious expression. "I don't care what you say about me, call me a whore or whatever, but if you ever insult or hurt Minjun, I will never ever speak to you again, did I make myself clear?"

"I would never hurt you or him," Yoongi replied firmly. Jeongguk laughed.

"You already did, Yoongi. You already did," he mumbled, a pained expression on his face as he rubbed his arm and looked away. Guilt so heavy slammed into his gut that he had to exhale to handle the pain.

He stepped forward, pushing himself against Jeongguk as he touched the boy;s cheeks and tugged him to look at him. Jeongguk had tears in his eyes, lip quivering, and a sniffle going through the air.

"And I regret every single thing I had said to you, and for taking so long to realize that I am stupid," he breathed, sincere. "I want to punch myself of how much of a dick I have been when you don't deserve it. But I am here now to make sure that I am never that way again. I meant it. I want you- all of you. That includes the toddler that has the same beautiful eyes that I grown to love." 

Jeongguk sniffed again, a tear running down his cheek. "B-but Min-"

"I may not know anything about kids, and shit, I am terrified of messing up and hurting him, but I want to try. I want to help you, Gukkie. I want to be there for you, and be there for Minjun. If you will let me."

Jeongguk sniffled a moment before he nodded his head and threw his arms around the other. Yoongi exhaled in relief as he placed his hands on the thin waist, the familiar scent tickling his nose, and hands gripping his shirt.

"Thank you... thank you so much," he breathed. Yoongi tightened his hug, kissing Jeongguk's hair when the pitter-patter of bare feet caused Jeongguk to pull away and look to where Minjun was standing- naked- in the doorway.

"Daddy! Mini cold!" he whined. Jeongguk chuckled, wiping his face before he awkwardly looked at Yoongi, apologized, and hurried to get his son.

"Oh, you are? Maybe you shouldn't walk around naked... or daddy is gonna get you," he warned, holding out his hands to a tickle threat. Minjun gasped, screeching as he began to run with his father right on his tail.

"No daddy, no! Mini no nakey!" he cried, dashing around the coffee table. Yoongi couldn't help but giggle as Jeongguk moved to grab him but Minjun dashed right for Yoongi. The black haired bent down and grabbed him. "Ah! Yoonie, nuuu!"

"Got ya~" he teased, tickling the babe's sides. The toddler screeched and kicked as Yoongi threw him over his shoulder, displaying his bum which he patted. Minjun screeched and giggled.

"No Yoonie, no!" he called again. Jeongguk flushed as Yoongi walked past with a wink, pointing towards the bedroom that Jeongguk nodded as he pointed to the bathroom door behind the dresser. 

Walking inside, he noticed the tub was large, a basket of water toys nearby, the sink filled with little toddler care items and a random comb that belonged to Jeongguk. The sink had two soups, one Iron Man and the other normal and plain.

A mat was resting against the tub, the curtains a simple blue, and a stepping stool pushed from view but easy access. Chuckling, he set the babe down and watched as he pouted. "Yoonie! Mini run away from daddy!" he pouted.

"But you were cold!" he argued. Minjun paused, cocked his head, then agreed as Jeongguk walked into the room, rolling up his sleeves and clearing his throat. He smiled nervously towards Yoongi as he bent down and set up the mat, put in bubbles, and then started the water.

Yoongi leaned against the sink, deciding to observe as Jeongguk checked the water before he led the toddler to the tub and helped him in. The babe plashed the water lightly, causing Jeongguk to laugh before little one started playing with toys and babbling to himself.

Jeongguk was humming, 2U Yoongi realized, and felt his heart settled in his chest as he stared at the way he wet his hair, rubbing his fingers over his scalp and listened to his son ramble about his toy's.

He is so patient, Yoongi though quietly. So gentle.

"Baby, close your eyes," Jeongguk ordered softly. The toddler listened as Jeongguk dunked his head then added conditioner to repeat the process. "TaeTae is coming over later, buddy, but what did you want to do in the mean time?"

"Pway wif Yoonie," he said seriously. Jeongguk chuckled, turning to look at said man who was watching with a soft expression and dark eyes unreadable. He flushed a bit as he looked back at his son.

"Okay, what did you want to play?"

"Cowor?" he asked. Jeongguk nodded, agreeing, before he finished. He stood to get Minjun's towel but before he could, Yoongi was already holding it out for him. Blushing a brighter red, Jeongguk thanked him and helped him out. "Daddy, no help Mini. Mini do mesef," he pouted.

Jeongguk sighed, but nodded as the toddler waddled into the bedroom, "drying himself" with a hand. Yoongi winked at him before he took his hand and followed him out. The toddler had picked some random clothes- long pants, mismatched socks, some underwear, and long sleeved striped shirt.

He was pulling on underwear, then his pants, before he added his shirt and gave a big grin as he looked towards Jeongguk and Yoongi. He threw his hands up to show his work. "Wookie! Mini did!"

Jeongguk softened. "Yes, you did. Want to grab your coloring books and crayons from the shelf?" Minjun nodded eagerly and rushed out of the bedroom. Jeongguk instantly turned to him, cheeks flaming.

"I am so sorry about that, Minjun is just-"

Yoongi leaned down, shutting Jeongguk up with a kiss that caused him to stare in shock as he winked. "Bunny, I don't mind at all. I would love to color with Min." 

Jeongguk blushed, looking down. "I- thank you," he mumbled. Yoongi chuckled, then kissed his cheek. 

"You are cute when you mother him," Yoongi commented. Jeongguk huffed, puffing out his cheeks as he sent a playful glare towards the other.

"Excuse you but I am his father. I am not his mom."

"But you're obviously the wife," he retorted sweetly. Jeongguk gasped, hitting his chest as Yoongi broke into laughter. "So that makes you the wife."

"And what are you?" Jeongguk retorted, rolling his eyes. Yoongi grabbed Jeongguk's hips, turning the other around to face him. Eyes widening, the younger stared at him a moment in surprise. 

"The husband," he rumbled. Neither said anything a moment until the door was pushed open and Yoongi pulled away to see Minjun looking at them with a scrunched face and pout. 

"Yoonie, pway wif Mini!" he called. Yoongi laughed, winking to Jeongguk's flustered face before he followed the toddler out into the living room- the stunned Jeongguk remained in the room with hot cheeks. 

To say Jeongguk was shocked was an understatement. He couldn't stop glancing over at the dining room table where two figures were hunched over, each with the utmost serious expressions Jeongguk had ever seen.

Minjun was holding his little blue crayon tightly in his small hand, tongue poking out in the corner of his mouth as his brow furrowed in concentration on the little cartoon cat that he was drawing- Yoonie  the boy had said seriously when he picked it out from his book.

To which Yoongi had told him a prompt "I am not a kitten. What is with you and Bunny calling me one?" and Minjun arguing in his best 'adult' voice that Min Yoongi, in fact, was a kitten. To prove a point, the older man- of many, many years, Jeongguk might add- childishly pulled out a picture of mouse. Then said "if I am a kitten, then you're a mouse".

And thus, the usually loud apartment has been filled with silence except for Jeongguk's steps and chuckles as he cleaned the apartment and started making dinner for the... three of them?  all while watching the two 'children' furiously color.

Yoongi had his hair pulled under a beanie, folding his ears slightly, and his helix earrings showcased as his rings glinted a bit as he used the brown crayon to color in the mouses eyes while his dark cat eyes were narrowed.

Jeongguk wasn't going to lie- he looked handsome as he sat there. He wore simple loose blue jeans, a belt with a white shirt tucked in and his pale arms on display to show blue veins and some hidden muscle. 

As if sensing the younger man's stare, the pale haired lifted his head and meet Jeongguk's gaze evenly. Blushing, he ducked his head and returned to focusing on the food he was attempting to make without the distracting view of his son and his... something? drawing cutely at the dining table.

When Jeongguk woke up this morning, he never imagined his day would go like this. He just expected the usual day of being with Minjun, sad since he knew that Yoongi was gone from his life like the others, but then, like magic, there he was.

It felt surreal, and he just kept wanting to check to make sure that he was still there, at the table. All day Yoongi had been there. It had been a interesting day. For the three of them. Jeongguk was learning that Yoongi was quite awkward around kids, or really, in general since he often forgot Minjun could hear and swore, or stopped himself moments before.

Sometimes when Minjun was babbling the way three years old do, Yoongi would take it too seriously and be very confused on the game, thus it ending with him pouting and slight frustrated. 

There was also the fact he did not, in fact, like Disney movies. 

Yet, Jeongguk was sure that he heard the elder hum 'Let it Go' under his breathe a few hours after watching Frozen- simple because Minjun had pouted. Jeongguk should have told him that those tears, were in fact, fake, but seeing Yoongi panic and throw it on the TV faster than Jeongguk could blink was too funny to pass up.

Minjun was also learning a lot of things from the newcomer. He learned that Yoongi was a major pushover. A few tears or a pout and boom- he got his way. Jeongguk wanted to be angry- he had four pieces of candy in under thirty minutes earlier that afternoon- but one sweet gummy smile and a grinning face of his son and he just couldn't find it in him.

Minjun had also picked up on trying to copy Yoongi. If he was sitting a certain way, he would adjust his tiny body and do the same. If he was doing a hand gesture, Minjun would do it right behind. The older man hadn't noticed, and Jeongguk was too stunned to comment.

What was it about Min Yoongi that the three year old was so open to? He still didn't talk to anyone at daycare, causing Jeongguk a major headache since they kept on trying to tell him that something was wrong with his son. He still only said a word or two to Tae, and it was usually the man's name, but as soon as Yoongi was around, he was playful and listened with rapt attention to the older.

It confused and somewhat relieved Jeongguk. He was glad that his son was at least open to three people now instead of just two- being Seokjin and himself. 

Taehyung had texted a little while ago saying that he couldn't come today- something about meeting up with someone, and that was honestly alright with Jeongguk. He wanted to play Family a little longer. 

Even if he had no right to, but something about this was just so nice. It wasn't Seokjin, his hyung, here but Yoongi, the man who made his heart swell, his mind to settle, and a warm feeling tingle throughout his body.

As if on cue, his phone rang. He answered it while stirring the handmade Korean noodles in the pot. "Hey hyung," he greeted warmly, smiling. He heard the line crackle a moment, a soft voice in the background that Seokjin shushed.

"Hey Gukkie- you sound much better. You doing okay?" the older asked, tone soft and motherly. Jeongguk felt the large smile twitch at his lips as he looked back towards his dining table where they were playfully trying to peek at each others work.

He hummed. "Better than okay, hyung. I'm perfect," he breathed. He heard Seokjin go quiet on the line, mumbling something to the other person. "Is someone with you, hyung?"

"Um, yes," Seokjin said slowly, "but you're really doing better?"

"Yeah. Yoongi hyung is here," he said, then flushed lightly. The man on the other line turned away from the phone, said something, and a faint 'thank fuck' was heard from a unknown person. Seokjin giggled. Jeongguk frowned. "Uh, hyung, who is with you?"

"I'll explain later, okay?" Seokjin said quickly. "But I am really happy for you... everything is... okay over there? Do I have to come over there and hang his balls?"

"Hyung," Jeongguk groaned, rubbing his temple as his cheeks tinted darker. At his whining tone, he saw Yoongi look up from Minjun's kitten drawing to pin Jeongguk with a curious look. Jeongguk cleared his throat. "Everything is great. Don't worry. Yoongi hyung is... well, let's just say I am taking care of  two kids now."

"Hey! I am older than you!" Yoongi cried, to which Minjun giggled and mimicked the 'hey' in a cute voice. Jeongguk gave a sweet smile and batted his lashes. Yoongi huffed and crossed his arms, his little copycat following suit.

Jeongguk almost how cute the two were, side by side, arms crossed and a cute pout on their lips. He wished he could take a picture.

Seokjin hummed. "Well, I was going to bring some food, but I think I hear the stove?" 

"Yeah, I'm cooking, hyung," he said quietly, turning back to his noodles and smiling. "Thank you though. Um, I have the morning shift tomorrow right?"

"Yes. You can still come right yet? I know tomorrow is one of your less classes days, so if you wanna stay for extra hours and pay, feel free," Seokjin said. Jeongguk sagged in relief. "You can bring Min in the afternoon if you want." 

"Sure, hyung."  

After a couple more minutes, he hung up and ran a hand through his hair as he went over what he was going to do tomorrow. Getting Minjun to daycare was getting harder and harder, and he honestly didn't want to argue tomorrow.

Maybe take him to the all day tomorrow? He usually behaved well, quiet and minding his own business, but he hated doing that. Taehyung had classes all day and Seokjin would be with him at the cafe.

Plus, Yoongi and him had to practice their dance. They had only practiced once. Well, now that Yoongi knows, that opens up a lot more options even if they weren't desirable. Like Minjun joining them.

Ah, the joys and struggles of three year old's wanting to do everything...

Shaking his head, he groaned as he tried to plan out tomorrow, but usually he winged it. That was like his life motto since he was sixteen it seemed. Winging it and hoping for the best. 

"You okay?" a deep raspy voice asked. Jeongguk yelped, jumping as he whipped around with a hand clutching his chest to stare with a heaving chest towards the equally startled elder. Huffing, Jeongguk sagged.

"Holy snickers, you scared me, Yoongi!" he hissed, sending a glare towards the older. Yoongi offered a sheepish smile, hand touching his ear with a pink twinge to his features, while his pinkie bent slightly. 

"Sorry, Bunny. Didn't mean to," he soothed, walking over and placing his hands on Jeongguk's hips. The younger settled, slightly embarrassed before he turned back to his noodles. Yoongi rested his chin on his shoulder. "You okay? You looked pretty deep in thought."

"Uh, yeah, I was just... I was thinking about stuff," he mumbled, cheeks darkening. He still wasn't use to Yoongi knowing and the idea of telling him about everything felt bizarre, so he wasn't sure what to say.

Yoongi squeezed his hips gently. "What is it really?" 

Jeongguk opened his mouth, then closed it before he sighed. "I was just thinking about tomorrow. I have to get Min up, but he hates going to daycare, and Jin will be working with me at the cafe. I'm trying to figure out what to do."

Yoongi looked thoughtful, glancing over towards the boy at the table. "Hm, maybe take him with you in the morning, so he doesn't go right away, and then bring him to daycare? It at least gives you a bit more time in the morning."

Jeongguk hesitated, but he realized it wasn't that bad of an idea. This gave him a half hour more to get both of them ready before going straight to work instead of stopping and saying goodbye at the daycare.

He smiled. "That... sounds really good actually. Thanks hyungie," he murmured. Yoongi smiled, kissed his cheek, and winked.

"I have good ideas sometimes," he commented offhandedly. Jeongguk rolled his eyes before he returned on cooking their meals. "I was also right. Such a good wife," he teased. Jeongguk whined, sending him a glare.

"Careful, Yoons. I am also near the knives," he warned. Yoongi raised his hands, cackling as he walked out of the kitchen. Shaking his head, he fought off the smile as the coal haired groaned and stretched.

"Minnnnnjunnnnn," he cried, gaining the toddler's attention, whose thumb was back in his mouth. He looked at Yoongi with big innocent eyes as he came over and draped himself over the toddler, who squealed and giggled. "I can't beat the best artist out thereeeee."

"Mini best?" he asked, looking back at Yoongi with enraptured attention. Yoongi nodded seriously, glancing at the messily scrawled picture with admiration. "Can ask daddy to hang on bridge?"

"It's fridge, sweetheart," Jeongguk corrected, appearing in the dining room to set the plates down. Minjun mimicked his father's words, slurring it a bit, before huffing and whining. Yoongi laughed and ruffled his hair. "Clean up the table, Min. It's dinner time."

He obeyed- luckily. He gathered his crayons, showed Yoongi how to properly take care of Crayons, before the table was clear and Yoongi was passing out the bowls and chopsticks to their respective places while Jeongguk called for Minjun to clean the living room too.

Jeongguk was usually use to the mess that was his house, but with Yoongi in it, he felt the need to be at least a tad more tidy than he usually was. He felt embarrassed that his apartment was littered with toys, children's books, random stuffed animals and he was sure kid clothes hanging where they shouldn't be.

Compared to Yoongi's place, it looked like a hurricane.

Well, the hurricane is at least cute, he thought, eyeing his son as he tossed his clothes into the bin. Shaking his head, he placed the bowl of homemade noodles and veggies in the center and blushed as he gestured for the other to sit.

Serving his son a small portion, he made sure to cut up the noodles, scolding Minjun who kept squirming in his seat. "Min, easy, sweetheart," he mumbled, then pulled away so he could eat. The toddler dug into his food while Yoongi chuckled.

Flushing, Jeongguk sat down and kept an eye on Minjun even though he felt Yoongi watching him every now and then. The table was mostly filled with quiet, minis the sound of utensils on the bowls, but it felt nice. 

It felt warm.

Soon Minjun was rambling, the way three years usually do, and Jeongguk feigned he was paying attention but most of the stories the other was telling were jumbled, so he could mostly just nod and agree with him.

When they were done eating, Jeongguk stood to do the dishes but Yoongi shook his head. "I got them. Go relax," he ordered firmly. Jeongguk opened his mouth to protest but one firm look from the other made him sigh. "Fine. Mini, go grab your blankie okay?"

"Okay daddy," the toddler said, clambering down before he scurried to the bedroom. Yoongi smiled in triumphant before he headed to the kitchen and the sound of running water filled the room. 

Shaking his head, Jeongguk tiredly went to the living room and plopped his body on the couch. It wasn't long till the couch dipped and the small weight of his son was against his chest with his blue blanket wrapped around him.

Ruffling his hair and kissing his cheek, Jeongguk adjusted him so he was higher up and his fingers playing with his hair. It was getting late, so Minjun was silent as he laid on his father with hooded, sleep infused eyes that he kept pulling open to stay away. 

Jeongguk clicked on the TV, letting it fall on American Idol since he knew Minjun liked the music and settled back when the couch dipped again but this time with a much heavier weight. Turning, Jeongguk flushed, almost moving Minjun but the babe whined and stayed where he was.

Yoongi shook his head, dark eyes glistening before he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of Jeongguk and the toddler. Jeongguk arched a brow. "Really?" he whispered. Yoongi winked, then settled. 

 It wasn't long till Minjun had wormed his way between the two men, his hand wrapped around his father's shirt and his chest rising and falling steadily, singing in the background, and his father's hand in his hair. 

Yoongi glanced at the time. "I should go," he murmured, lowering his phone as his worried eyes flickered over to Jeongguk then Minjun, his legs draped over the other's thighs. "You gonna be alright?"'

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "Of course. Believe it or not, I am not helpless as I seem."

Yoongi's eyes burned a moment as he nodded his head. "I know. Trust me. I know," he murmured. Jeongguk felt his insides turn to jelly as he blushed and looked down, his smile gentle before Yoongi leaned over and kissed his cheek. "See you?"

"Yeah. See you," he mumbled back, watching with an aching heart as Yoongi stood, smiled adoringly down at Minjun before looking back at Jeongguk. He wanted to call him back, but he remembered that this was reality. 

They weren't dating- not yet- and Yoongi had class. He can't drag the other into his life of diapers, chaotic early mornings, and sleepless nights. He didn't have the right. 

Biting his tongue, he watched with sad eyes as the older gathered his things, waved sadly, and left out the front door with a final click.

Glancing back at the toddler fast asleep, he gathered the bundle in his arms, shut off the TV and climbed into bed. 

*****

Monday mornings were the worst- they were twenty times worse with a kid. Jeongguk had known this fact for a very long time now, but it still snuck up on him every week. He was already exhausted, taking and filling out orders in the bright pink, white, and silver cafe where he worked.

It was only eleven a.m. and it seemed like every college student, late worker, and their mother were out for coffee, and Seokjin's place certainly had a reputation not only for the great coffee but the amazing sandwiches, soups, and pastries that sold since they were freshly made every morning.

Before he had Minjun, Jeongguk would never imagine he would step foot in a place that had bright pink booths and glistening silver tables with the scent of coffee and vanilla that screamed 'prissy rich girl' but well, he wasn't too picky these days and he loved his hyung about as much as he loved his son.

So the only thing he refused to do for him was wear the pink hat that matched the pink waist apron that sadly was not as negotiable as the hat. But he did like his job- it was simple, kept him busy, and his hours were flexible. 

That, and he could bring his son. 

Minjun sat in the corner table, close to the register and in sight of Jeongguk at all times, with his coloring books, blocks, and blanket with him as he worked quietly in his chair with his legs swinging and nose scrunched. 

When Minjun was younger, Jeongguk would work with Minjun strapped to his chest. It was not easy, balancing the 6 month baby and coffee, and when he became too big to be strapped to him and too curious that he wandered, Jeongguk wondered how he hadn't lost his hair.

Bless Seokjin and the amount of toys he kept in the back otherwise Minjun might already be lost somewhere. The babe was luckily easily entertained, even though his attention span wasn't big, he would flutter from one thing to the next.

Now that he was older, sometimes he wanted to 'help'. Of course, he couldn't bust tables, but if there was an elderly lady Jeongguk would hand him her drink (lidded and cold drinks only) and ask him to take it to them so he would be 'daddy's helper'.

Today, Jeongguk noticed, was one of those days when Minjun would feel the urge to be helpful, but Monday's were just the wrong day to do just that. 

Everyone was grouchy, their weekend over and work lives catching up to them, and they were rushed for whatever it was they needed. Jeongguk just felt out of it, desperately reminding Minjun to stay in his chair and color, but he was getting bored and Jeongguk knew it.

He could tell by the way he squirmed, would whine, and stop coloring a few moments. Jeongguk was definitely starting to feel the pressure build, constantly glancing back towards the table with a worried frown.

He just hoped Minjun would stay a little longer. 

"I ordered a caramel twist latte- without the extra cream on top," a man snapped, an irate expression over his face as he thrust his drink towards Jeongguk with a snarl. Jeongguk jumped, trying to keep himself calm.

"I apologize, sir, for the mistake. I will quickly fix it," he said, taking the drink with a deep bow. The man grunted, crossing his arms. Jeongguk turned, hurriedly trying to make a new drink when he heard his son's quiet voice.

"Daddy, Mini wanna help," he said, moving to come behind the counter. Jeongguk flinched, cursing his luck. Of course- Minjun noticed the trouble and he wanted to come and help because that was just who he was. 

Even if he didn't understand. He just... knew. 

Jeongguk quickly bent down, taking his son's hand and pulling him towards the gate. "Baby, not yet. Wait till later, please," he begged, eyes cutting towards the angry customer who looked even more irritated at the child's interruption. 

"But daddy, Mini wanna help," he murmured, thumb slipping into his mouth at his low words and nerves that came when he realized others were around. Jeongguk shook his head, opening his mouth to answer when the man interjected.

"Aren't you a little fucking young to have a kid?" the man stated coldly. Jeongguk felt his entire body tense up, muscles coiling like spring as he gritted his teeth. Minjun flinched at the harsh tone, ducking into his father's leg. "And I asked for my order, not for you to pay attention to the kid."

"Sir," Jeongguk bit out, "please refrain from using such words around my son-"

"You shouldn't even have a son. We don't need anymore high school drop outs cause he couldn't keep his dick in his pants," the customer snorted, rolling his eyes. 

Jeongguk felt everything in him burning, the anger, the pain, because he hated the fact they judged him so quickly despite not even knowing him. Judging his son for something that he couldn't even control. 

He was three years old. He didn't deserve to have a label to him. 

"Get out," Jeongguk hissed, the raw anger causing his hands to clench by his sides as he fought to not sock the man straight in the nose no matter how badly he wanted to. The customer narrowed his eyes.

"Not without my order. Now leave the brat and finish what you fucked up," he snapped back. Jeongguk moved forward but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, a look of sheer rage clouding Seokjin's face as he glared towards the man in outrage. 

Jeongguk frowned. 

"I'm Kim Seokjin and the owner of Cafe Serendipity."

"Oh good. You really shouldn't let your employees bring their brats into the workplace, it's very unprofessional," the man started, rolling his eyes again as he pointed towards Minjun, who was flat out sobbing and hiding behind his father's leg. 

The cafe was silent, many watching the scene unfold with varying looks of disgust, outrage, and indifference while Jeongguk was desperate to keep his calm and not lose it in front of his son and the customers. 

Seokjin gave a smile, but a shiver raced through Jeongguk at the coldness that seeped through the otherwise sickly sweet grin that decorated the man's face. "I pride myself on having a family friendly environment, so if one of my employees needs to bring his three year old child into my coffee shop, then he will be allowed to do so. If this offends, I am sure you can find a different coffee shop to get your coffee." 

The crowd cheered, many clapping and cheering Seokjin on. Jeongguk felt some of the anger fade as he stared in surprise as some of the customers stood behind Jeongguk and Minjun, as if having his back.

The customer, however, looked downright wrathful. "What kind of fucking establishment is this? Obviously run by a faggot with that pink hair," he snapped. "What, couldn't get a good bitch with a face too girly?"

"No- I just rather have it in the ass than be an ass," Seokjin replied. The crowd cheered again as Seokjin took out his phone and held it up. "If you do not leave this shop within in the next few  minutes, I will call the police and file harassment. And before you say go ahead, please remember that I have cameras that have caught all of this and a cafe full of regulars willing to back me up. Your call."

Growling, the man marched right out of the shop. Jeongguk felt this body uncoil as he picked up his crying son and held him tightly. Minjun wrapped his tiny arms around the other as Jeongguk rocked him. 

Seokjin sighed, thanking the crowd before treating them to a free pastry. They smiled and thanked him before it settled again. Jeongguk hadn't moved from where he was holding his son tightly, holding back his own tears.

The pink haired elder walked over and kissed the crown of both of their heads and touched Jeongguk's back worriedly. "You alright, Gukkie?" he breathed. Jeongguk nodded mutely, clinging tighter to his baby who had finally stopped crying but wasn't budging from where he was nestled into his father's neck.

He pulled the younger into a hug, wrapping his arms around both and hugging them tightly. Minjun hiccuped, pulling away and crawling into Seokjin's arms. The older cooed and held him as if he was his lifeline.

Jeongguk felt his arms were numb without the weight of his son, hands itching, and he kept them by his sides. Luckily, the rest of the customers let them be a moment, some smiling in sympathy and understanding, before Seokjin sighed.

"Honey, go hug daddy okay? I got to go help get people their drinks, okay?" he purred sweetly. Minjun whined, but went back to his father who eagerly accepted him. Seokjin kissed him sweetly before moving to go behind the counter.

Minjun pulled away, hand still gripping his father's shirt. "Daddy, Mini help now?" he asked, eyes widen and innocent. Jeongguk hesitated, afraid that it would repeat all over again, but nodded slowly.

"Okay, Min," he murmured and set him down. He grasped his son's hand and led him behind the counter. The customers smiled as the two workers would make the drink, but (extremely carefully) the little one would pass them their drinks.

Jeongguk found himself loosening up after a while and falling into a routine. As the customers started to slow, Seokjin found himself glancing towards Jeongguk every so often.

"So, you and Yoongi make up?" he questioned. Jeongguk stuttered, eyes widening as he jerked his head towards his hyung as he carefully made a latte without even glancing towards the younger. 

He swallowed, licking his lips. "Yeah, he came by the apartment yesterday and basically spent the whole day." His cheeks grew warm as he remembered the way he treated Minjun and himself. The way it felt so good. So right. "Jin hyung, he was so precious. God, I think I could really fall."

Seokjin nodded slowly. "I know," he mumbled, brushing a lock of his pink hair before he puffed out his cheeks. "I'm really happy for you, Guk. You know that. I hate seeing you sad. But just.. take things slowly, yeah?"

Jeongguk chuckled. "Don't worry- we aren't even dating and besides... there is no guarantee we will, you know?" His eyes flicked to Minjun who was sitting on the counter, legs swinging and babbling to himself. "Right now... I am just amazed that Minjun accepts him."

"Guk," Seokjin started slowly, shifted his weight, then looked down. "You remember that guy... who was with me on the phone the other day?" He nodded mutely, eyeing his hyung. Seokjin bit his lip. "I'm... I'm dating him."

Jeongguk felt like he was hit with a wave as he stared towards the older man in surprise and slight disbelief. Sure, Seokjin was gorgeous and any could see that, but he was always busy or working or with Minjun that he hasn't dated since, well, since Jeongguk really. 

But a bright smile touched his face. "Hyung, that's amazing! I'm really happy for you!" he cheered, hugging him tightly. Seokjin hugged back, but it was weak. Frowning, Jeongguk pulled away and eyed his nervous face. "What is it? Hyung, you're allowed to date."

"You know him, Gukkie," he murmured quietly. Jeongguk stilled, eyes widening. Seokjin had a look of guilt and pain etched into his face. "I'm sorry, Guk. I didn't... I didn't think you knew him. You never speak to people at school, so I just... I showed him a picture of Min and... then apparently you showed him one. He... he figured it out."

Jeongguk felt his heart start to race. Who had he showed a picture of? He showed him to Taehyung, but Taehyung already knows so it couldn't be him. The only others is Hoseok and Namjoon, Yoongi's friends and kind of his.

He paled as Seokjin whimpered. "Who is it?" 

"Kim Namjoon," he mumbled. Jeongguk felt his heart clench, but he didn't say anything. He offered a shaky smile, unsure of what to say. He knows. He knows about Minjun. "Guk, listen, he is more than okay with it. He... he is a good man and does not judge. He said he won't tell anyone and that Minjun is protected."

"Hyung, stop please," he shouted, then quieted in embarrassment. Seokjin snapped his jaw shut as the younger sighed, fingers tugging at his hair. "It's alright. It's fine. You have a right to happiness and you didn't know."

"I'm still sorry." 

Jeongguk didn't answer, just patted his arm before he hurried over to his son. Minjun giggled, seeing his father as he leaned close. He rested his elbows on either side of the boys legs and leaned so his forehead was against the boys.

"Daddy, what doing?" the toddler asked. Jeongguk hummed and kissed his nose. The boy squealed before Jeongguk scooped him into his arms and set him on his hip. "Foodie?"

"Yep. Go pack your things, alright?" he said. The boy nodded, slipping down and wobbled to his chair to start cleaning up. Jeongguk softened and checked the clock. His stomach growled. He glanced towards the older.

"Hey, Jin hyung, I'm gonna go on my break and take Min to daycare," he called. Seokjin looked up and nodded, offering a smile. "I'll be back in a while."

Walking from around the corner, he helped Minjun with his backpack before taking his hand and walking out of the shop. What shocked him was when he saw a familiar figure leaning against the brick of the cafe, head down and tapping on his phone.

His coal hair was covered by his beanie, jeans ripped at the knees, simple black vans, and a heavy ling black coat over his tiny figure and a face mask. But the small figure and mumbles gave away who it was. 

Minjun seemed to notice too. "Yoonie!" he called. The man's head snapped up, eyes crinkling which gave away that he was smiling beneath the black mask. He pushed off the wall as Minjun let go of Jeongguk's hand to rush over and hug Yoongi's leg.

The other ruffled his hair. "Hey, bud," the older rasped. Jeongguk walked up with a shy smile. Yoongi looked up, softening even more. "Hey, Bunny."

"Hyung," the other greeted with a soft sigh of contentment. "What are you doing here? You have your next class at two."

"And it's noon. Perfect for lunch and walking with you to take Minjun to daycare," he replied, letting Minjun grab his large index finger before grabbing Jeongguk's hand with his free hand. Jeongguk blushed as Yoongi leaned close to his ear. "And our second date- this time a more truthful one."

"You're secretly a romantic, aren't you?" Jeongguk muttered, but walked happily hand in hand towards a small restaurant. Yoongi laughed, shaking his head with a little gummy as he swung his hand connected to Minjun.

"No. But Namjoon is," he admitted, somewhat bashfully. Jeongguk tried to not flinch at the name, but smiled because inside he knew that the other was a good man, with good meaningful lyrics.

"Ah, that explains it then," Jeongguk teased the other, feeling a bit more bold now that he was away from prying eyes and his son was nearby. The three year old looked to be having the time of his life, swinging both of the boy's arms around like a jump rope. 

"How was your day?" Yoongi hummed, voice taking an octave lower, letting the boy below his knee continue to hold tightly to his index finger like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jeongguk knew that Yoongi was still trying to adjust to having a kid. He could tell by the tension in his shoulders, or the way he exhaled slowly whenever Minjun was being too loud, or too pestering. He knew that sometimes Yoongi would stare at Minjun like he wanted to bolt, hands clenched by his sides.

But he stayed. Whenever it got to much, he would tell Jeongguk he had to go to the bathroom and leave- but Jeongguk knew better. He knew because he did the same thing once. He understood that Yoongi wasn't use to this life. It startled him- shocked him even.

But he stayed.

And, God, Jeongguk could kiss him senseless for that. For trying. Even when he cursed, or said something that upset Minjun, he still tried to fix it even if he didn't know how. Min Yoongi was admirable, despite his odd nature of being a mix of harsh and too sweet for the world.

Jeongguk flinched when he remembered the customer that had happened earlier that morning. A frown tugged at his lips as he sighed. "Honestly? Not so good. Had a jerk come in this morning," he sniffed. "He said some things about... my life." 

Yoongi scowled, anger glinting in his dark eyes that turned them a shade darker and Jeongguk was almost grateful that the mask was hiding his features and Minjun was too distracted to notice.

"Don't listen to them, Gukkie, you are so much better than idiots who hate their own life cause they don't have sh- crap for them," Yoongi grunted, cutting a glance down at the small one walking beside him. Jeongguk smiled. 

"I don't care about me, hyung," he admitted. "I care about what they say about Min. He's three and he has had more people judge him simply of because of who I am."

"Daddy, what 'judge'?" the three year old questioned, head tilting up to look up at his father with innocent and curious eyes. Jeongguk flinched, floundering a moment, and he opened his mouth to form some sort of answer, but Yoongi, oddly, cut him too it. 

"It means someone giving a guess about someone's life or choice without knowing everything," Yoongi stated calmly. Minjun's head turned to the other man, mouth parted in wonder and slight confusion. "Judging someone means you look down on others for not seeing everything."

Minjun frowned. "Why?"

Yoongi glanced down, face hidden by his mask, but something like guilt and pain etched into his eyes like a watercolors that seemed through the white paper. Jeongguk felt his heart stutter. 

"Because they don't know better." 

Minjun nodded, satisfied. "Mini no judge! Mini want many happy," he stated firmly, his childish mind creating a world where there was no judgement, there was no fear. There was nothing but simple innocence. 

It made his heart clench.

"You keep doing that, Mini. You're gonna be amazing," Yoongi promised. Minjun smiled brightly, giggling as they stopped in front of the restaurant and got a table. Minjun demanded he sit between the two adults, already coloring away on his kids menu.

Jeongguk mumbled a 'sorry' to which Yoongi gave him a stern look that told him to not even bother. Smiling to himself, he leaned closer and smiled when he felt Yoongi place a large hand on his thigh.

"Yoonie," Minjun called. Yoongi looked down, mumbling a soft 'yes?' as the three year old turned and crawled more on his lap before he happily returned to drawing. Shocked and unsure, Yoongi kept his hands up as if unsure where to put them.

Jeongguk giggled and winked. 

When the food came, Jeongguk had to convince Minjun to eat more than a few bites, which was harder than it looked since the toddler was starting to get more fussy since the afternoon was nearing and he hasn't really napped much.

He usually had at least one nap in the afternoon and it was nearing that time. Jeongguk was starting to get flustered when the toddler began to refuse to eat. He would close his mouth and grunt out a loud 'no' and look away.

Embarrassed and flustered, Jeongguk felt himself give in as he threw the piece of chicken down. He grabbed Minjun from Yoongi's lap, bowing towards Yoongi who watched with unsure eyes of how to help. 

"Excuse me," he mumbled as Minjun, of course, started wailing loud enough to draw the attention of the entire restaurant. Flinching, Jeongguk ducked his head, cheeks hot as Minjun kicked and wailed, thrashing.

Jeongguk would think that after a few these he would get use to them, but no matter what, it always tore him up because he didn't know what to do. Minjun when he was two was curious at worst, cuddly at best. 

This was a side of Minjun he didn't know how to handle. The worst Minjun ever did when he was two was just cry quietly but would hold your hand like it was fine. He knew from parenting books that sometimes this happens, but that didn't mean he knew how to handle with his own.

Once in the bathroom, he locked the door and set the child down. Minjun sat himself on the floor, still sobbing and wailing loudly. Jeongguk just leaned against the door, closing his eyes, and listen to him sob.

It was moments just like this when he felt his age. He felt the youth oozing from the cracks that broke through the facade of him pretending that he knew what the hell he was doing. It soaked through and made his eyes wet and his knees wobble.

It was moments like this when he wanted to pull out his phone and dial the now foreign number that his mind use to know like second nature, whimpering out the name that would wipe his tears and coo at him.

He hated that weakness in him. The part that was still kid, crying out when times got a little hard for his mom. 

For three years, he had learned how to live on his own. He learned how to change a diaper, do the laundry, realize that baby laundry needs different detergent. That you have to burp a baby. He learned to do things that made him want to crawl into a hole and finish his life. 

Other kids his age spent their Friday nights either hold up in a PC room or out partying, drinking, or hanging out with their friends. 

Jeongguk? He spent his time teaching a baby to walk, balancing his online classes while having a baby strapped to his chest as he served coffee. He worked during the evenings, did his homework, and attempted to pay bills.

Honestly, without Seokjin, both him and Minjun would be dead by now. 

He wasn't sure why he was thinking about all of this. Maybe it was the words from the man in the cafe earlier that was still ringing in his head, reminding him of all the things he could only forget for a little while.

Or maybe because now Yoongi was there, waiting outside and making him want to be a normal teenager, a normal life. But that hurt because what about Minjun? He couldn't be selfish. This baby was all he had and he knew it. 

When Minjun's tears finally ran out, the three year old just sat against the tiled floor. Jeongguk hadn't moved from the door, eyes locked on the ceiling and his own eyes glistening with tears as he tried to ignore the longing for his mom.

Another regret for his son- who will never even know a mother's love. 

"D-daddy," the baby stammered, the word barely able to leave through his lisp and exhaustion since he had cried for so long. Jeongguk raised his head, looking towards Minjun and seeing himself there.

"You feel better now, sweetheart?" he murmured, voice steady and calm. Minjun hiccuped, then sniffled as he rubbed his eyes. Jeongguk stepped closer, leaned down. Minjun stared into his dad's eyes, so much glistening back. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Mini sowwy," he cried, another tear streaking down his cheek. Jeongguk smiled weakly, reaching over and wiping his tear. His thumb lingered there. 

"I know. I am too." Jeongguk picked him up and set him on his hip. Minjun curled up there, eyes closing, and falling asleep almost instantly. Unlocking the door, Jeongguk walked back towards Yoongi who was on his phone, a worried frown on his face. 

He looked up when Jeongguk approached, relief surging through his veins. His eyes flickered from Jeongguk's face and then to the sleeping form in his arms. Without a word, he got up and stood in front of Jeongguk.

The younger stared down at him, exhausted, but felt himself loosen up when Yoongi leaned forward and kissed him firmly. Jeongguk sighed into the kiss, and when Yoongi pulled away, he smiled gently before leading them out of the restaurant.

They didn't speak. Didn't have to. And it was something that Jeongguk treasured as he walked with Yoongi, forever a silent protector by his side, until they reached the daycare. He handed the still sleeping Minjun off with a tired smile.

Nari waved as the two men left, Yoongi instantly wrapping his arm around the others waist and pulling him into a firm hug. Jeongguk let him, burying his nose in the other's neck to breathe in his scent.

"I have to go, baby. You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah. Go. You have class," Jeongguk mumbled. Yoongi hummed, kissing his temple. "I'm sorry about the date, hyung, I thought-"

"It wasn't ruined, Guk," Yoongi grunted firmly. "It was perfect. I got you and Minjun. That's all that matters."

Jeongguk pulled away, letting the sadness and pain wash away to give the older man a cute bunny grin. "Hyung, your 'intimidating' reputation has gone running. You better go catch it." Jeongguk leaned forward and licked his nose then darted away with a cackling laugh.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU BRAT!"

"Nope! Bye hyung!" he shouted and kept running with a grin splitting his face. 

"Damn, is your boyfriend a fucking leech?" Yoongi snorted, watching as Hoseok waltzed into the library with a hickey big enough to stop traffic on his neck. The red haired dancer at least at the decency to look sheepish as he sat down in the chair and dropping his bag at his feet.

"Real funny," he quipped with an eye roll. Yoongi snickered as Namjoon rolled his eyes behind his black framed glasses. Even though it was Thursday afternoon, they felt lazier than usual. Yoongi had his laptop open, current beats up but not really paying attention. 

Jeongguk was going over to Yoongi's place tonight to practice their dance, and Minjun was going to be there with Seokjin- who was going to attempt to keep the three year old busy but Yoongi was quickly learning to know better. 

Ever since Monday, he had been stopping by during his free time to see Jeongguk and Minjun, and it mostly became a habit, but he couldn't stay long because of class but he had to see them. Even for a moment. 

It was usually an hour and in that hour the three year old would always find new ways to crawl over Yoongi or pull at his hair. He loved the kid, but he had a inedible strong grip for such a little guy. 

He still hadn't told Hoseok about his new... developments in life. It wasn't his secret and telling him felt oddly wrong. Maybe it was the overprotective he had of Jeongguk and the boy, but he didn't really want him to know.

Sure, Jeongguk was a lot more open with Hoseok in dance class, but that was about all, and their relationship on campus had certainly been proven. People talked but that was all. Most didn't care and that was fine.

Yoongi still felt awkward about the fact that Jeongguk, the one who he was quickly falling in love with, was a father. Not only that but seeing it. In person. Watching how his entire personality switches as soon as Minjun is ever nearby.

He becomes observant, careful, and watchful. So unbelievably gentle despite the cheeky and somewhat bratty nature of him when he wasn't around his son. It was like the teenage part of him was clawing to get out and as soon as Minjun was gone, it broke free.

Yoongi didn't mind- he liked both sides. The toned down, worry wart father side and the cheeky, kid-like one too. 

He also didn't like to be alone with Minjun. He was scared that something was going to go wrong and he wouldn't know what to do. Like what if he falls down and hurts himself? Didn't cut his food small enough and chokes?

Or god forbid he learns something from him that is very, very bad and Jeongguk gets mad? Jeongguk in angry dad mode is not one Yoongi ever wants to confront ever again. Period. The man was a few sizes bigger, and worked out.

Yoongi was a twig.

So, there is that.

Therefore, Yoongi had yet to really be alone with Minjun. He was grateful because he was still trying to figure out the whole 'being around a kid' thing and how to word things. It wasn't bad so far, but he still felt like he wasn't good enough yet.

Jeongguk didn't seem to mind.

In preparation for when Minjun was coming, Yoongi went out and bought of bunch of kid toys. He bought him a whole art kit, a bunch of stuffed animals, a new blanket, and some cars, along with some old Legos that he had found- just to be safe.

He had them hidden in the back of his closet, waiting to be used, and he just hoped the toddler liked them. Sure, Minjun was pretty easy to please but he couldn't be too careful. He even checked to make sure that the age requirement on the boxes fit his age!

To triple check, he even called Namjoon when he was in the toy store. He really rather not relive that conversion- thankfully the younger not even daring to bring it up since- because it to be one of those moments when Min Yoongi wanted to sink into the floor.

Jeongguk is like his own superhero, Yoongi swore it.

"Yoongi hyung isn't wrong though," Namjoon mused, eyeing the nasty bruise with a slight smirk. "Ever heard of subtle?"

Hoseok snickered. "I forget that you guys don't know who I am dating," he admitted. "He is a lot of things, but subtle is not anywhere near his vocabulary." 

Namjoon scrunched his nose. "Okay, way to much information. I really did not want to know that," he said firmly, turning back towards his textbook. Yoongi grunted, agreeing with the younger of the group as he gave Hoseok a look. 

The red haired pursed his lips. "How about you, Yoongi hyung? Get any of the Jeongcock?" 

"What the actual fuck Hoseok?" Yoongi snapped, turning to look at the younger friend with a scowl. Hoseok winked but didn't even look apologetic as he shrugged and settled back in his chair. 

"With the cuddly way you two act in dance, I am surprised you don't start humping each other when dancing." He lifted his shoulder and letting it drop. Yoongi didn't even bother to answer as he looked back at his laptop. "Oh, Jeongguk's here." 

Yoongi looked up, softening when he saw Jeongguk walk into the library, but frowned when he saw the pinched expression, hunched shoulders, and slower gait. Did something happen with Minjun? 

Did he wet the bed again? He knew that bothered Jeongguk a lot, or maybe it was his speech?

God, I sound like a doting mother, Yoongi thought to himself, slightly annoyed by his own thoughts and he wondered how Jeongguk handled this for so many years- keeping his secret so perfectly hidden.

When Jeongguk caught sight of the group, he brightened a bit as he walked over. Yoongi stood to meet him, letting the younger swoop down and cheekily steal a kiss. Yoongi huffed, tugging on his brown locks. 

"Feeling playful, baby?" he wondered when the younger nose poked down his jawline, nuzzling the crook of his neck before his front teeth grazed the skin. Yoongi hissed and smacked his arm. Jeongguk chuckled and pulled away.

"You just look hot today," he said, eyes dropping to Yoongi's outfit. He wore a white collared shirt that was loose on his frame, showcasing his slender figure and simple black slacks that made his legs look a bit longer. His coal hair was flat, fringe hiding his eyes and giving a dangerous aura. 

Jeongguk licked his lips, a grin twitching at his bunny smile. 

"Definitely a good meal," he hummed. Yoongi rolled his eyes before he led him to the table and sat down, pulling Jeongguk onto his lap. The younger happily accepted the place, Yoongi's arm wrapped tightly around his waist. 

"Hey guys," he greeted, offering a smile. Namjoon waved back, and Yoongi felt Jeongguk tense slightly but wave back while Hoseok leaned over and ruffled his hair. "Hyung!" 

"Such a cute little dongsaeng~" the older cooed. Jeongguk rolled his eyes and pushed him away lightly. The red haired laughed and settled back in his chair. "You look tired today, kid. Stay up writing some essay or something?"

"More like the ten sheet reading homework for musical history- full short hand answers and everything," the brunet groaned. Yoongi once again was struck in awe- when did he even have time between Minjun and work?

Hoseok winced. "Yikes. I feel ya, my bro," he said in sympathy, then stretched and checked the time. He leaped to his feet with a wicked grin. "As much as I would love to watch the disgustingly married couple and their pet-"

"-Hey!"

"But I have a hot boyfriend waiting for me." Hoseok strode away with a wave over his shoulder. Yoongi rolled his eyes but waved over his shoulder while Jeongguk snickered and called out a 'have fun and use protection' that earned him a smack on the butt. 

Namjoon grumbled. "I am not a pet."

Yoongi clucked his tongue and touched his arm with a closed lip smile. "There, there, bud," he said in mock reassurance. Namjoon rolled his eyes and looked back at the textbook. Yoongi turned back to the boy in his arms and leaned his chin against his shoulder.

"Was it Minjun again, baby?" Yoongi murmured quietly, knowing that Jeongguk didn't want Namjoon to overhear- Jeongguk admitted that he found out Namjoon knew about Minjun but it wasn't hard to see that Jeongguk didn't know how to handle that information.

He was happy that Namjoon was careful and never mentioned or brought it up, keeping Jeongguk's boundaries without even asking questions. It helped Jeongguk relax a bit more around him even if he didn't like it. 

Jeongguk hesitated, glancing at Namjoon, before he exhaled and nodded his head once, briskly. "He wet the bed again... and then this morning Nari chose today to tell me that he still hasn't said a word to anyone. Not even the other kids." Jeongguk groaned, leaning his head against Yoongi's shoulder. "So, that didn't help my mood."

Yoongi licked his lips, pressing a chaste kiss at the exposed skin of his neck. Jeongguk gave a tiny smile, rubbing Yoongi's arm in gratitude. "I'm sorry, Gukkie. He's gonna snap out of it... he talks to me, so he can."

"I know," he murmured. "But he doesn't." Jeongguk shook his head and reached up to rub his forehead in agitation. Yoongi pressed another soft kiss to attempt to ease the tension that was there. 

"I guess you Jeon's aren't immune to the Yoongi charm," the older joked lightly. Jeongguk hummed, turning to give the older a peck on the check. Namjoon glanced up, giving them a thoughtful look before sighing.

"For once... I agree with Hobi hyung," he said dully, "you are like a married couple." 

Yoongi snorted but didn't reply or even try to deny. He liked the intimacy that he shared- when there was big brown eyes staring at them anyways. Which was a lot of the time, so he soaked up what he could get. 

"Whatever." Yoongi buried his face back in Jeongguk's neck and closed his eyes. Jeongguk didn't move either, letting the silence fall back over them when Jeongguk suddenly sighed and leaned forward, drawing Namjoon's attention.

"Listen, Namjoon hyung, I am sorry that I have been so awkward, I just, I wasn't expecting someone else to... to know about my son," he said, his face turning meek and mousy as the words 'son' fled his lips. "I know you are a good person and I trust you. I just... it's a lot."

Namjoon smiled warmly, patting Jeongguk's leg. "Hey, don't stress about it. I know that it's... a little odd? Like I am dating your brother, and trust me, when you showed me that picture of Min, I was panicking internally." He chuckled awkwardly. "But I don't mind. Jin has showed me so many videos I feel as if I know him. He's a good kid. You did a great job raising him."

Jeongguk blushed bright red. He looked stunned, taken aback, his whole body still as if the words froze him in place. Namjoon smiled warmly and patted his hand. 

"Thank you... thank you so much," he breathed. 

"Anytime. Just remember, Guk. You aren't alone anymore. It isn't just you and Jin. You have Yoongi, you have me, and I am sure Hoseok would be thrilled," he said, then snorted. "He acts like a perv but he's generally pretty sweet and caring. Trust yourself and who you are more."

Jeongguk looked down. "I'll try, hyung."

Namjoon nodded, pleased. "And take care of Yoongi. He's a bit of a dip-shit, but he's got some good qualities." Yoongi growled as Namjoon winked at him. Jeongguk laughed and poked Yoongi's thigh. 

"Don't worry- I can handle him."

"Ha, ha," he deadpanned. Namjoon smiled at them before they all stood, gathering their things and walking out of the library. Yoongi waved bye to Namjoon as he headed for the Literature building.

Jeongguk cleared his throat as they walked. "Is tonight... still good? With, uh, Minjun?" he asked, cutting Yoongi a side look. Yoongi laughed then kissed him firmly, delighting in the muscles that shifted beneath his hand.

"Yes. Come to my place, bring Min, and let's dance, yeah?" he said, staring into twinkling brown eyes. Jeongguk nodded, kissed him again, before he sighed. Yoongi poked his hard stomach to tease him. "See you soon, Bunny."

"M'k," the other mumbled. They pulled away and went their separate ways. Yoongi hated parting, hated not being to feel him, but he knew he would see him soon so it soothed him as he walked into class and was eager for tonight. 

*****

Yoongi felt anxious as glanced around his now baby proofed apartment. He made sure that his books were away, the remotes hidden, and Minjun's toys now set in the open space where there was supposed to be a dining table (which was now on his list to buy because of Minjun), his new blanket spread out for him.

Dressed back in dance gear, the pale man walked around his apartment once more, pausing when he saw  a few pictures of him and Jeongguk now taped to his wall near the first one of him and Hoseok.

He really wanted to add one of Minjun, but Hoseok was too nosy for his own good so he kept pictures of Minjun out of it. He really just didn't want his best friend to question why Jeongguk's 'nephew' was on his wall.

Sighing once more, Yoongi ran his hands through his coal hair and nervously sat on the couch as he waited. What if something went wrong, or Minjun didn't like his apartment? Don't even get him started on the pink haired man- Yoongi still wasn't sure how he felt about Seokjin.

The man could be quite intimidating. Not that he was ever going to admit that to his face or even Jeongguk for that matter. He really worried about Namjoon- how did those two even work? Sure, Namjoon was certainly a good and thoughtful man, reserved, and Seokjin seemed anything but reserved. 

When the sound of a knock cut through the apartment, Yoongi practically leaped from the couch. Cursing to himself, he hurried to the door and threw it open to see Jeongguk with Minjun on his hip, Seokjin right behind them, and soft smiles.

Yoongi instantly relaxed when he saw two pairs of big doe eyes, an excitable Minjun who squealed when he saw Yoongi, and Jeongguk who smiled warmly. Seokjin looked less then excited, light eyes flickering over Yoongi's features. 

"Yoonie!" Minjun grinned. Yoongi found himself grinning back as Jeongguk set him down, knowing that Yoongi was a little scared to hold him up, and the toddler grasped at his leg with loud laughter. "Mini miss Yoonie!"

"Well, Yoonie missed his Mini!" Yoongi replied, bending down to ruffle his hair. Minjun beamed, poking Yoongi's cheeks with a loud giggle before he leaned over and gave Yoongi a sloppy wet kiss. He tried so hard to not cringe at the saliva. 

"There- Mini give kissy!" he said happily. Yoongi smiled and poked the toddler's stomach before he gestured for him to come closer. Minjun happily did  with wide, curious eyes. "What Yoonie?"

"There's a surprise," he said, whispering in a secretive way. Minjun gasped, stepping closer with a tiny hand grasping at Yoongi's huge pinkie finger. 

"What is?" the baby asked, "whispering" back. Yoongi grinned, noticing the way the toddler was staring at him in rapt attention and shifting his weight cutely back and forth. His chest was warm, body humming.

"Hmmm. I don't know... better go find it," he said firmly. Minjun squealed and rushed inside with little feet. Jeongguk's eyes widened as he watched his son rush inside without even asking first. He opened his mouth to call out, but Yoongi shook his head. "He's fine, baby. I put everything bad away."

Jeongguk softened, looking at Yoongi with a warm smile as Yoongi grabbed Jeongguk's hand pulled him over the threshold to kiss him gently before Minjun came back. Seokjin looked away. 

"Hey," he greeted, grinning cutely. Jeongguk rolled his eyes but kissed him back with a small 'hey dork' that caused Yoongi to smack his butt as the younger walked away cackling- attempting to go find his child.

Yoongi turned to Seokjin, the smile fading a moment as he cleared his throat and bowed his head towards the older. He offered a small smile, bowing his head a bit. "Hi. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable."

Seokjin smiled, offering a soft 'thanks' as he drifted into the house. Yoongi closed the door behind him as the older paused, glancing back at Yoongi with a thoughtful expression. He tried to not shift under the scrutiny.

"You really came around," he noted, offering a gentle smile on his plump lips. Yoongi scratched at his cheek, feeling even more sheepish as he shrugged. 

"I'm not great at this or anything, but I do want to try." Yoongi raised his head and met Seokjin's eyes with a stern look. "You were right. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I was selfish. Maybe I should learn from Jeongguk's book."

Seokjin chuckled, but shook his head. "No. You're fine on your own. I saw the way he looked at you. Like when you're there, he can forget about his life, or maybe... it's more his life in your arms," he hummed, thinking back to the hug Minjun gave. He shrugged. "But thank you. He hasn't been this happy... in a long time."

"I owe you and your boy toy for that one, Pinkie," he teased, winking. Seokjin rolled his eyes, not even bothering to answer him as he shook his head and marched further into the apartment. Yoongi fought off a smile as he followed him towards open space where Minjun was already playing with toys.

Jeongguk was sitting on the blanket with him, driving around his own car while glancing at all the toys with an expression that could only be expressed as fond. Minjun was driving his new car over Jeongguk's thigh, and the father didn't even mind.

When Yoongi came back in, Minjun leaped up and started babbling about the new toys in excitement. Yoongi chuckled and ruffled his hair, promising that they were all for him. When he glanced over at Jeongguk, he saw the most heart warming smile on his face.

"You didn't have to do this, hyung," he said quietly as Minjun went back to playing. Seokjin sat on the blanket, joining him in his games while Jeongguk stood, approaching Yoongi with a sheepish look.

Yoongi nodded. "Yes I did. Min deserves it," he stated. Jeongguk smiled before he let Yoongi pull him into the living room- the two still on the blanket playing. Hooking up his phone, he adjusted his phone before he stretched his limbs. "Ready?"

"Always," Jeongguk answered. And, somehow, like magic, they fell into the routine. Yoongi was never much of a dancer, but he found the more he danced with Jeongguk, the more his body found that he liked the movements- even when he messed up.

Jeongguk would laugh sometimes as the hours drove on, they would begin to get more playful. Yoongi would run his hands more over Jeongguk's body, or dip lower on certain areas of the song. Jeongguk was becoming more of his bratty self, tickling Yoongi or changing up his tempo.

Finally, the two had perfected the song. Yoongi cut off the music, panting lightly as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He heard Seokjin and Minjun still playing away as he approached the sweaty younger with a small hum.

"I think we are ready to perform," he said quietly. Jeongguk nodded, smiling back with his scrunched nose and crinkled eyes. "It's in two days, right?" he said. The other nodded his head in agreement when the sound of Minjun's voice broke through the room.

"Daddy, Mini wanna dance too!" he said, thumb moving for his mouth. Yoongi grinned, brightening as he looked towards Jeongguk in slight excitement. "Mini dance wif Yoonie and daddy?"

Seokjin rounded the corner, smiling sweetly. 

"Sure, sweetheart. Yoongi?" he said. Yoongi winked and started up their song. Minjun squealed as he rushed over to where Jeongguk and Yoongi were, and took his position next to them. Yoongi giggled before they started a much slower (more kid-friendly) dance.

Minjun's 'dancing' consisted more of his steps and wiggling his body, but neither of three men minded as he giggled and squealed as he twirled around. Seokjin had started filming it all, laughing as Yoongi grabbed Minjun's hand, spinning them both in a circle that had Jeongguk cackling.

To Yoongi, this felt like home. His apartment was alive with the sound of their laughter, a small child's screeches of joy, and the soft scent of vanilla and baby powder. The tiny hands that were grasping at his fingers felt heavier than they ever did, and he found himself wondering why he was ever scared in the first place. 

Exhausted from all the dancing, Yoongi and Minjun were laying on the floor, panting lightly except Minjun was giggling every few minutes as Yoongi feigned 'death' by how good Minjun was at dancing.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes at the dramatic older as he removed the phone and shoved into his pocket. Seokjin was sitting on the edge of the couch, texting to Namjoon probably basing on the smile, as he walked over and plopped on the couch.

"Ugh. So tired," he moaned lightly. Yoongi finally "came back to life" because Minjun placed a kiss on his cheek and sat up. He flinched when the heavy weight suddenly was on his lap before he adjusted the boy and looked towards Jeongguk.

"Same. So, any one hungry? I don't have much since Hobi ate a lot of it, but I do have some animal crackers, crackers, and fruit snacks since I read that kids like those," he said thoughtfully, tapping his chin. "Then for the adults I have some chicken or we could order pizza."

"PIJA!" the three year old shouted, startling Yoongi as he flinched at the shrill noise and exhaled lowly as he looked at Minjun's face with a  firm look.

"Minjun, do not yell in my ear," he said sternly. MIinjun flushed, apologized, and hugged Yoongi. He sighed and played with his hair. "Forgiven. Thank you." He looked towards Jeongguk who shot him a apologetic look. "Pizza anyone?"

"Daddy, pija pwease!" he asked sweetly, thumb inching towards his mouth. Yoongi noticed and instinctively moved his hand away and let it grasp at his thumb instead. Jeongguk hesitated, eyes smoldering.

"Is it okay with you, hyungie? I mean I know you aren't use to-"

"Jeongguk," he said, cutting him off with a arched brow. Jeongguk quieted and looked down. Seokjin smirked and let Yoongi scold his boyfriend. "Mini and I want pizza. So say yes so we can get some."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's like I have two kids instead of one," he muttered. "Fine. We can have pizza."

Yoongi and Minjun cheered, high-fiving one another. Jeongguk fought off a smile as he watched Yoongi gently shift the toddler so he could grab his move and call the pizza place. The toddler was sitting with his back pressed against his chest, head resting easily, and he looked so comfortable there.

So happy. 

Hanging up, Yoongi gave a happy grin. "And the pizza has been ordered. What shall we do in the meantime, I wonder?" he asked, looking between the others in the room. Seokjin hummed, looking up from his phone.

"Wanna watch a movie, Min Min?" the pink haired asking, gesturing towards the TV. Minjun pouted and shook his head, playing with Yoongi's fingers that were resting against his belly. "Then what do you wanna do?"

"Pway wif Yoonie," he replied, as if everyone knew what that meant. Yoongi chuckled, blushing a bit before he finally agreed. Minjun smiled, climbed off, and pulled Yoongi with him to go to his toy corner. 

It wasn't long before Yoongi found himself coloring again, listening to the soft babble of Minjun while his mind just focused on glancing up at the toddler every few minutes with a soft smile when he saw that his hands were covered a bit in marker (washable since that is what Namjoon said and was suddenly grateful for).

"Oh, your hands," he said. Minjun capped his marker like Yoongi had ordered and looked at them. Yoongi chuckled at his stunned expression before he nudged him. "Come on, peanut. Let's wash up."

Standing, he grabbed his hand just as the doorbell rang. Jeongguk hurried to take Minjun but he shook his head, shooing him. "Get the door- I got Mini," he said. Jeongguk hesitated before he went over and opened the door, grabbing the money from the counter. 

Yoongi led Minjun back towards the bedroom, pushing open the door. Minjun instantly took in the space, eyes wandering and curious. He pointed towards his desk where his music equipment was. 

"Yoonie, what that?" he asked. He looked over. 

"Oh, that is my equipment to make music," he explained. 

"Ee-ku-whip-ment," the boy said slowly, and Yoongi giggled, correcting him sweetly as he helped him to the bathroom and realized that there was no stool and the counter was high. Nervous, he glanced down at the tiny bundle as he raised his arms- expecting to be picked up.

"Uh, how do, I, lift you?" he mumbled, reaching over and grasping under his arms. Minjun giggled as he was lifted and Yoongi put his leg under his tiny feet and bent him over the sink. Minjun grabbed the soap and started rubbing. 

Yoongi turned on the water and felt anxious as he watched the baby clean his hands, the stains slowly disappearing. When he was done, he grabbed the towel and dried his hands. Relieved that he seemed done, Yoongi set him down.

Minjun glanced at him. "Yoonie?"

"Yes, peanut?" he said, checking his hands. Minjun giggled.

"Bathie boring! No Iron Man or color soapie," he said seriously, pointing towards the barren counter. Yoongi's mind flashed back to Jeongguk's bathroom and flushed, feeling sheepish. His home was so bland compared. 

"Hmm, maybe I'll fix that," he mumbled quietly, thinking about his paycheck coming soon. He had turned in some pretty good lyrics lately so his check was supposed to be a bit bigger. 

"Yoonie should get Iron Man or Spidy," he said seriously. Yoongi laughed but agreed before he took the toddler's hand and walked back into the living room. The pizza was sitting on the coffee table, plates out, and the two adults chuckling as they placed slices on the plates. 

"PIJA!" the toddler shouted and ran over to his father, tugging his leg and whining for food. Jeongguk shushed him, but then handed him his plate and made him sit on the floor and eat it with a worried frown. 

"It's fine. Come on, let's eat." 

*****

Admitting Yoongi was exhausted felt a little wrong as he sat, alone, in the library late one night. Jeongguk was texting him, giving small updates on Minjun who was with him at the cafe with Jin tonight.

Hoseok was off at his own class, leaving Yoongi to stare blankly at his skin the evening where there was no dance class and giving the pale man a chance to finish the homework he had been putting off between his time with Jeongguk and Minjun.

However, no amount of coffee seemed to make the words on the screen make any sense to the point he even wondered if it was Korean he was attempting to read. He groaned, rubbed his eyes, and sighed heavily. 

He startled when a voice appeared from behind him. It was deep, heavily masculine, and something about it was familiar. 

"Hey hyung." 

Peeling open his eyes, he saw a head full of dark chocolate hair, rich tanned skin, and full rectangular smile. 

Kim Taehyung.

Yoongi knew that the man was really close with Jeongguk, and Minjun, and had seen plenty of pictures of said boy around Jeongguk's apartment- which now had two pictures of Yoongi himself- but they never really crossed paths.

He heard heard plenty about him, considering he was one of the top students in the college. 

Taehyung was a whole different major, and a whole different year, which meant that he rarely saw him on campus, and when Yoongi was off campus, the younger was usually on campus- meaning he didn't see much of him around Jeongguk or Minjun.

But Jeongguk texted the other a lot, and they hung out when Yoongi couldn't. Minjun babbled about 'TaeTae' sometimes, but never really said much else. Still, he had heard a lot about the other, but never truly spoke to him.

He removed his headphones quickly. 

"Uh, hi. Taehyung, right?" he said, looking up at the taller man in surprise. Yoongi was taken aback- he had heard many people on campus talk about the beautiful photography major, but seeing him in person was certainly something else.

His skin was a glowing honey, his lips full and pink, while a little freckle decorated his nose. His features were delicate, yet the sharpness of his jawline gave him an edge of masculinity to subdue the boyish charms of his blush cheeks.

His body was also something to admire- he wasn't like Jeongguk who was well toned and built, but his shoulders were set nicely, he had a thicker waist, thick body in general that something looked good in ripped loose jeans and a Gucci shirt.

The guy was too pretty to be real- he could be on par with Seokjin.

His smile was rectangular as he grinned eagerly towards Yoongi, nodding his head happily at being known by the older man as he plopped into a chair near him. "Yes, but you can call me Tae! I've heard so much about you from Mini and Gukkie!"

Yoongi flushed. "Oh, right. I forgot that you..."

"Know all about Gukkie and Mini?" he finished for the older, cocking his head to the side in slight amusement. Yoongi hummed in acknowledgement. Taehyung giggled, the cute sound contrasting with the deep velvet of his voice. "Yeah, I know. You're never there when I am, but I wanted to come say hi. That, and thank you for caring about Gukkie."

"I could say the same," he mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed by the loudness of this boy next to him. He cleared his throat and glanced at the other. "It's nice to officially meet you by the way. I've only heard about you, so, nice to meet you?"

Taehyung laughed. "Wow, Gukkie wasn't kidding. You are a awkward marshmallow despite the cold look that is constantly on your face," he teased. Jeongguk rolled his eyes but didn't comment anything. Taehyung suddenly looked a bit more serious. "You, uh, you're also really good friend with Hobi... right?"

Yoongi looked up, surprised by the question or the very familiar way he said Hoseok's name. Taehyung didn't look away, but his fingers fiddled with a metal ring on his finger. He nodded slowly. 

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Why?"

"Because... I need... I need advice," he mumbled, then looked down so that his chocolate fringe fell in front of his earthy eyes. Yoongi straightened, noting the nervous behavior, the way he bit his lip and wouldn't look at him.

Everything clicked. 

"Holy shit, you're dating Hoseok," he gasped. Taehyung looked up, eyes large, before he looked away and nodded his head. "Holy fucking shit. You're... you... okay, wow, yeah did not see that one coming. Shit, that makes sense."

"Are you... are you mad?" Taehyung mumbled. Yoongi instantly shook his head, realizing how it sounded and he struggled to find the words to say. He was mostly shocked- out of everyone he never expected it to be Kim Taehyung that his best friend was dating. 

He was someone that everyone talked about- he modeled around a bit, hence the Gucci- and came from a small town that no one really knew about in Daegu so his Daegu dialect was just overwhelming when he first moved. 

Yoongi just never thought Hoseok really knew Taehyung- he never mentioned him before and now he knew that first Taehyung and Hoseok were fuck buddies. How did that even happen? The Kim Taehyung, fucking his best friend?

Yeah, that wasn't something he thought about.

"No, I am just... I am really shocked," he admitted, offering a tiny smile. "Just, I never that, you know, that you could be... uh, gay?"

Taehyung flinched, a scowl twitching at his lips and something dark crossed over his features. Yoongi then remembered that Taehyung grew up more traditional, and wanted to remain in the closet because of it.

"Uh, sorry."

"No, that is... that is why I need help," he breathed, then sighed. "I want to... I want to say it. I want to admit to myself what I know but it's... it's really hard, hyung. I see how Gukkie talks about you so... so openly. How even Jin hyung makes out with Joonie hyung like it's nothing and I... I want to too, but... I can't." 

Yoongi felt his heart quiver. He remembers back when he was younger, terrified to admit that he felt attracted to a man over a girl. He didn't know what to think about that. Taehyung looked so sad, eyes teary as he stared at the table.

"I just can't... I can't even say the word. I can't even say it to him." Shame riddled his features. "I don't want to disobey my parents. They have done so much for me but, hyung, I can't keep lying to myself."

"Say it to me first," Yoongi urged gently. He knew he needed Taehyung to say the thing bouncing in his head, say it aloud so that he can see the words won't cut him open and bleed him out. Taehyung flinched, shifted, then opened his mouth. "Say it Taehyung. Say it."

"I... I can't!"

(graphic warning- explicit wording)

"Yes you can," Yoongi ordered firmly. He met Taehyung's gaze evenly. He hated what he was about to do, but he needed to. It took someone to do the same for him to make him admit it. Sometimes a person needs to hear from someone else what he likes, make him imagine it, to face it for themselves. "Imagine Hoseok running his hand up your thigh. Imagine that hot feeling as he looks at you." Taehyung gaped, cheeks tinting in slight horror. "You want it. You want him to touch you. To pull open your legs."

"S-stop," he begged. Yoongi shook his head.

"Admit it. Taehyung, admit the fact you like his hard body. You like the way he is rough with you. How he is better than any girl touching you. How he dominates you. Admit it. Say the words."

"Please..." Taehyung breathed, tears leaking from his eyes. Yoongi felt horrible, but he knew that Taehyung needed to face himself, face what he wanted, and to do that, he had to be blunt. He had to be forceful.

"The idea of his thick cock shoved up your pretty little hole, him moaning your name so deeply as he comes into you," Yoongi pressed on. God, he wanted to banish the image from his mind, but he kept going. "Look at you. Already hard at the idea."

"I want him," he finally blurted, hands dropping to cover his bulge. Yoongi's lips twitched as he saw shock cross his features, hand covering his mouth. Licking his lips, he pressed on. "I... I want him. I like..." he exhaled slowly. "I like his cock. I like it. I'm..."

Yoongi nodded. "Say it."

(End)

"I'm gay." 

Taehyng looked red, a little relieved, a little scared, but the smile that touched his lips was so bright that Yoongi felt almost blinded. He sat up, mumbling the words again, before he looked back at Yoongi with bright eyes.

"Hyung, I'm gay. I'm really gay," he said, as if needing to say it a few more times. Yoongi chuckled, smiling gently. The kid was kinda of cute, but definitely all over the place. "Thank you. Thank you for helping me... I am going to try and stand up for who I am."

"Good. I know it isn't easy, but Tae, it's okay. You don't have to push yourself for him. He really likes you, so I wouldn't worry so much," he told him. Taehyung smiled. 

"You know... you're a really good guy. Gukkie is lucky." He stood and grabbed his bag but not before he glanced back. "And don't worry- Gukkie really likes you too. Mini too. I have to go find Hobi and tell him!"

Yoongi watched as he ran off. 

Jeongguk was sitting on his floor with Taehyung as the dark haired was playing 'heroes' with Minjun, who was currently on his back as the toddler kicked his feet so that Taehyung would 'gallop'. 

It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon, and Taehyung had come over a few hours ago with a bright grin and a bag full of toys that he bought on his way over. Jeongguk wanted to scold him but seeing the excited look on Minjun made him hold his tongue. 

Yoongi was hanging out with Hoseok, saying that his best friend basically demanded that Yoongi come and hang out with him since they hadn't in a while and texted Jeongguk a apology which he told him to go have fun and live a little.

He didn't mind, especially since that meant he got Taehyung and Minjun to himself. He had already finished his homework, and was stretched out as he watched the two basically run around the now incredibly messy apartment like hooligans. 

For once, Jeongguk did not mind since honestly, Minjun had been bouncing around all day with energy that Jeongguk just wasn't feeling. Taehyung seemed to have a whole supply and then some, so he left it to the other. 

"TaeTae, horsy no speak!" Minjun whined, pouting when Taehyung had said something to the other. So, to make up for it, he neighed which caused the toddler to giggle. Jeongguk smiled as Taehyung proceeded to run around with Minjun on his shoulders, neighing as he did so. 

After a few more minutes, Jeongguk was growing tired of sitting around and wanted to go out and do something. Quietly debating, he decided that he wanted to take Minjun to the park and get some ice cream, he stood.

"Okay, you two, who wants ice cream and a few minutes at the playground?" he asked, eyeing the two as they came barreling back into the living room. Taehyung gasped excitedly, making Jeongguk wonder if it was him that was three, while Minjun squealed.

"Yes daddy! Creamu!" he shouted. Jeongguk chuckled as Taehyung joined in, chanting a slurred 'creamu' in delight. 

"Alright- go put on your shoes," he ordered them both. Taehyung set Minjun down before they both raced towards the door to pull on their shoes. Jeongguk laughed as he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet then headed for the door. 

Taehyung and Minjun were waiting, both clapping excitedly and urging Jeongguk to hurry up. Chuckling as he brushed his hair from his eyes, he slipped his Timberlands on his feet before he took Minjun's hand and exited the apartment.

The air was colder today. It slithered under his jacket and made his breathe visible on the wind. Taehyung didn't seem to mind, huddling under his large Gucci coat as he hoisted Minjun up and set him back on his shoulders. 

Minjun fussed with Taehyung's hair, a big grin on his face while Jeongguk watched with a calm smile as they headed towards the park. Despite the colder temperatures, the sun was out and glistened so that Minjun's hair looked a shade lighter than the usual darker color it was. 

"TaeTae! Bounce!" the toddler cried. The boy obliged, bouncing as he walked so that the boy on his shoulders bounced with him. Jeongguk laughed, watching as Taehyung began to spin them around, all the way their laughter soothing the father. 

"Here, there is a ice cream shop here," Jeongguk said, and opened the door for the other two. Taehyung set Minjun down, letting him grab his long, slender index finger as they walked inside. Minjun ran over to look at the flavors, eyes sparkling.

Taehyung wasn't far behind. "Oh, Mini! We should get Cotton Candy!" he whispered, pointing to the blue and pink treat. Minjun licked his lips, then pointed to the chocolate caramel one. "Oh, you like that one?"

"Yeah! Daddy always get ba-nal-rah," the boy said, scrunching his nose as he attempted to pronounce 'vanilla'. Taehyung giggled, correcting him softly. Minjun looked up at his father, thumb in his mouth. "Daddy, Mini get cocoa?" 

"Sure, sweetheart," he said. He looked over at Taehyung whose eyes were glistening with so much love and affection as Minjun leaned against his father's legs, sucking his thumb silently. "What do you want, Tae?"

"Cotton candy! But I am paying," Taehyung said firmly, holding up his card with a bright grin that stretched over his features. Jeongguk opened his mouth to protest but one look and he already handed the small girl behind the counter his card. She was blushing. "Don't let him pay."

"Uh, okay," she murmured, a sweet smile on her face. Jeongguk rolled his eyes, grumbling, before he approached the counter. She gave another smile towards Jeongguk, eyes downcast as he cheeks tinted pink. "How can I help?"

"Kid scoop of the caramel chocolate please," he said. She nodded and tapped her screen. "One scoop of vanilla, and then one scoop of cotton candy." She rang it all up, handed Taehyung his card. Minjun cheered and went to go grab a table. 

Jeongguk shook his head as Taehyung winked, giggling to himself at the disgruntled look on Jeongguk's face. "I can pay, you know?"

"I know. But I don't want you to," he replied simply, shrugging. Jeongguk groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Gukkie, you're my best friend, Minjun is like a little brother to me. I have all this money that I don't even know what to do with. Let me do this for you." 

"Fine, but only for Min," he said firmly. Taehyung winked as they sat in the booth to wait for their ice cream. Minjun was playing with Taehyung's hand, thumb still in his mouth as he fiddled with the rings. "Sweetheart, don't suck your thumb," he scolded.

Minjun whined, but removed it just as the ice cream. Minjun dug in, giggling when Taehyung would reach over to steal the ice cream from his bowl. Grinning, Jeongguk took a small bite of his own when his phone rang.

Without bothering to look at the ID, he answered. 

"Hello?" he said, expecting it to be Seokjin or Yoongi. Sometimes the older would call between classes because he said he missed the sound of Jeongguk's voice or he was "just bored". It was cute. 

"Jeongguk?" a woman murmured instead, voice soft and slight unsure. Everything within Jeongguk's body tightened as his eyes blew wide at the familiar lilting voice of his mother. "Is that you?"

Everything inside him turned cold, like a tundra had landed within the pits of his stomach. His heart had slowed, the area around him falling away except for the one person he never wanted to hear again.

Just like that he felt like a sixteen year old kid again. He felt like the past three years never happened, and he hated the feeling of being helpless under the power of his mother's voice. Of the person who was supposed to always be there for him.

"Jeongguk," she called again. 

"How did you get this number?" he bit out, his tone harsh and cold. Taehyung flinched, eyes widening at the sound that was foreign coming from the younger's lips.  Minjun stopped eating, brown eyes widening as he stared at Jeongguk.

"Daddy?" he mumbled, sounding frightened. Taehyung reached over, pulling Minjun against him and pressing his head to his chest at the sight of Jeongguk's enraged expression. 

"Your father is a police officer, Jeongguk," she answered, voice meeker than it was a few moments ago. Jeongguk grit his teeth so hard that his jaw ached, and he wondered absently if he could break any of his teeth.

"Why in the fuck are you calling me?" he snarled, too enraged to even think about the fact he swore for the first time in three years. Ever since he had Minjun, he trained himself to not say those words, but now it slipped as if it was the most natural in the world.

"I... I wanted to hear your voice, Guk," his mother answered softly, barely audible. "And I have some news." Jeongguk scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head. 

"Do not ever call me again. Delete this number from your phone."

"You're still my son, Jeongguk. I have the right-"

"You have no right!" Jeongguk shouted, scaring Taehyung at the shrillness of his voice. Minjun whimpered, burying himself deeper into Taehyung and that broke Jeongguk's heart, shattering through the anger that was burning through him. He looked away. "You lost that right three years ago, when you told me to get out. Don't change that now, mother. Don't play with me. I'm not that sixteen year old kid anymore."

"Jeongguk-"

"Please," he breathed, tears stinging his eyes that he fought with everything he had. His body was trembling as he tried to ignore the shouting that happened in his head- remembering the words that were branded in his head forever.  "Please... haven't you been cruel enough?"

"Jeongguk, listen to me. It's your brother." At her words, Jeongguk tensed further, the image of his older brother appearing in his mind's eye like some bad movie. "He's in the hospital. He was in a car accident. I was calling to tell you. And because I do miss you."

"Why should I care? He didn't care when you kicked me out," Jeongguk wondered, his voice detached and uncaring. The line went silent, the sound of sniffling falling. "Sorry that your perfect first born got hurt, but as you said, I am no longer a part of the family. Don't call again." 

He hung up before she could even answer. 

Silence trickled a few moments. Taehyung was almost afraid to move, holding Minjun so close as if that would make what happen just disappear, but the darkness that was lingering in the other's eyes was enough to know that it happened.

And then the tears started. At first, it was just a single tear. It stroked his cheek like a weeping lover, softly trying to offer comfort, but then it was joined by another, and another. It blurred his vision while his lungs tightened to the point he was grasping for breath, grasping for the ache in his heart to go away.

He panted, desperate to suck in air and breathe, but it was like his lungs refused to work as his vision tunneled. His arms opened, hands moving for the one thing he needed right now. He  need to feel his son's body- make sure that he was there. 

And then he felt them. He felt the chubby little arms around his neck, smelled the scent of baby powder and mango baby shampoo. Sobbing louder, he clutched the small body against his chest, kissing his face and trying to breathe through the tears. 

"Daddy, Mini here," the toddler murmured, hugging him tighter. Jeongguk just cried harder, clutching him close as the pain engulfed him. He didn't know what else to do but just hold him. He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that- how long the tears trekked down his cheeks- but soon they slowed.

"Bunny? Bunny, look at me, hey, baby, look at me," a familiar rasp broke through his tears. Jeongguk blinked, squinting to see through his blurry vision and saw familiar coal colored hair and sugary pale skin.

"Y-yoongi?" he hiccuped. The older breathed out in relief, dark eyes glinting sadly as he nodded his head. Minjun raised his head, cheeks stained with tears. Yoongi softened before he pulled both boys into his arms. "Yoongi."

"I'm here now, Bunny. I'm here now," he murmured, kissing his forehead gently as he cradled the two in his embrace. Taehyung stood off to the side, phone clutched in his hand and a worried look over his face as he watched. 

Jeongguk clung tightly to Yoongi, unsure of what else to do because his scent of sandalwood and his cologne was so soothing, so relaxing, that his muscles uncoiled and he sighed in relief. He nuzzled into his neck.

"Come on. Let's get you home," the older mumbled, reaching over and taking Minjun who folded himself into the other's arms eagerly, eyes closed in sleep. Jeongguk was relieved, taking Yoongi's free hand as the older walked towards Taehyung. "Thanks for calling me, Tae."

The boy nodded, brushing his fringe from his eyes. "Thanks for coming, hyung... I didn't know what to do," he admitted and looked down. "So I... I called you?"

"And I am grateful," Yoongi said, then bowed his head. Taehyung nodded, waved, as Jeongguk let Yoongi lead him out on the street. Neither said anything, but the hand holding his kept him moving as he stared at the ground.

He felt embarrassed, realizing that Yoongi was supposed to be in class. He hadn't broken down like that since basically Minjun's birth, and yet he did it right in the middle of an ice cream. Right in front of his son.

He wanted to slap himself. 

Stepping into his apartment, Jeongguk couldn't even look over at Yoongi as the older walked inside without even hesitating. He just marched in and laid the toddler in the bedroom before closing the door and coming back out.

Jeongguk kept his head down. "Hyung, I am so sorry. I just-"

"Do not apologize, Jeongguk," Yoongi stated firmly, cutting him off from saying anything else. Yoongi walked over and cupped his cheeks to make him look up. His dark cat eyes searched his features. "Are you alright?"

"Y- no," he said, deciding to be honest. Yoongi smiled sadly, kissed his lips gently before pulling him in a hug. Jeongguk hugged him back, sniffling. "I'm not alright. It hurts so bad."

Yoongi didn't answer, just stood there holding Jeongguk tightly. The younger clung to him as Yoongi led them to the couch where he laid them down, not bothering to remove their arms, and spooning Jeongguk. 

Warmth encased Jeongguk's entire being, and all of the days events slowly caught up with him. His eyes drooped, a soft sigh of gratitude leaving his lips when he felt strong hands playing with his hair moments before he heard a "I love you, Bunny" and he was asleep.  

"Yo, Jeongguk. You coming to the party tonight?" Yugyeom asked, snickering as he plopped down at the desk next him. The teenager flashed a sly smile, winking a bit towards his best friend.

BamBam snickered brushing a lock of dyed blond hair from his eyes as the class slowly started filling up. Girls were all around, giggling as they eyed the group of four boys. Jeongguk winked towards one of the girls who giggled and looked away.

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it," Jeongguk replied, focusing back on Yugyeom who hoisted himself on the desk. His uniform was cleanly pressed, dark hair swept back with his hand and his grin infectious. It was no wonder he was popular. 

"I heard that Seuogsu was going to be there," Mingyu pointed out, looking up at his phone with a wicked grin adorning his features. Whistles erupted as all eyes turned to Jeongguk, who shrugged. "You gonna hit that, Guk?"

"Not my style," Jeongguk remarked, shaking his head. "She is a nice girl, but I am not really into her that much. Besides, I rather be dating someone first."

BamBam snickered, locking him in a headlock and ruffled his head. He groaned and shoved him off, sending the other boy a look and a click of his tongue as he glared at him. Yugyeom cooed, pinching his cheek. 

"Cutie. We all know you like her, come on. You blush around her!"

But I don't swing that.... Jeongguk thought to himself but then looked away with a shrug. When class actually started, Jeongguk was relieved. He hated when they talked about relationships and fucking.

He rather wait and do it with someone he cared about, not because he was drinking or had an urge. It just didn't make sense. Even at parties he generally kept himself in control and that night was no different as he came barreling down the stairs, dressed in black clothes and a red sweater as he brushed past his brother.

Junghyun blinked as he hit shoulder. "Whoa, where you headed at this hour?" he asked, noticing the stylish clothes and earrings that dangled from his pierced ears. Jeongguk flushed, pulling on his shoe.

"Party with BamBam and the others," he exhaled in one whoosh before grinning. "You gonna come, hyung? It's going to be so much fun!"

"Nah. I got homework," he answered and chuckled at the pout that touched the soft features of his little brother. He pinched his cheeks, causing him to whine. "Just don't be out too late and don't come home drunk. Dad is still a cop."

"Yeah, yeah," Jeongguk said, waving an arm over his shoulder as he went into the living room to see his mother folding laundry on the couch. Her soft raven hair falling in tendrils around her delicate features that were similar to her second son. 

She looked up, smiling when she noticed him. "Oh hey. You going out?" 

"Yeah. Staying with BamBam! Love you mom!" he called, grabbing his bag and hurrying out of the house as his mother's call followed him. He ran down the steps of his two story suburban home and ran down the block to hop into the beat up car of his friend's car.

They all greeted him excitedly as they drove to the party. It was the same as it always was- loud music, the stench of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke bouncing around the crowded house with too many bodies. 

Jeongguk liked it- the lively aura that surrounded it even if he never really drank enough to get wasted unlike his friends. But that night, when he was sipping at his drink that was clutched in his hand, he felt too fuzzy. Too light.

His world was spinning, and his breathing too heavy. His heart pounded in his chest as he pushed through the crowded halls. Fear was coursing through his veins as he tried to keep himself steady but a hand slithered up his arm.

He was too weak to fight the thin grip, his back hitting the wall as a mouth attached to his neck. "Jeongguk," a female voice purred, a hand trailing down to his pants. Jeongguk blinked, trying to steady his vision as saw soft black hair, thin body, and slow smile. "Look at you. A mess already."

Seongsu.

"I-I don't feel right," Jeongguk slurred, his hands weakly trying to push away the girl but she pressed herself closer, a smirk on her lips. Fear surged. "L-let go."

"Do you know how badly I want you? But you never even look at me," she growled, then dragged him into one of the rooms and pushed him so that the back of his legs hit a bed. He tumbled and fell, body to weak to even move.

And suddenly she was back, pinning him down as she attacked his neck with her lips. He whimpered, but whatever was in system kept him from fighting back. So he stayed still as she unbuckled his pants and touched him.

Jeongguk wanted to scream as she took control, took advantage of his weak state, but he didn't. He just sat there, hating the fact that she did everything and never even hesitated. He was angry- he hated her for what she did.

He wanted to scream at her, yell, but instead he left and never looked back. He pretended it never happened and went on with his life. Seongsu took something from him but that didn't mean he was going to whine about it.

"I'm pregnant."

The words were something Jeongguk never expected to hear- not now, not really ever- as he stood staring at the girl who had fucked him after he had been drugged at a party. Her soft black hair piled on her head, skirt short, and hoodie covering her form.

She stared at him with anger, with outrage, as if her being pregnant was his fault when he never even wanted sex to begin with. She stood there with the tests in her hands, shoving them forward to prove it.

On his front porch. 

"How do you know it's even mine?" he asked, eyes wide as he stared at her. "I'm three months. The last person I had sex with was you." She gave a cold smirk. "It's yours."

"You took advantage of me, Seongsu. You knew I couldn't fight back," he bit out. She shrugged, not really  looking bother as she stared at him. "What do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to abort it. I don't want it," she snapped. 

"You can't do that! That baby is innocent," he argued, frowning at the idea. His eyes dropped to her stomach, and he felt something inside him tighten. That baby was half of him. The idea of it dying didn't sit well. "Let it... let it live. Someone can adopt it."

"I don't want to birth the stupid thing. You weren't even a good lay."

So maybe he wanted to fight back. He opted for court since he admitted the fact that she raped him, but as soon as she brought up the fact she was carrying his child, it was all over for him. They ignored his plea and it was done.

His friends all stared at him like he was some sideshow freak when the word got out. Not only did Jeongguk "rape" the hottest girl in school but he wouldn't let her abort the baby. One by one, his "friends" left him. He started getting called a slut. 

A whore. 

And the day Minjun was born, November 27th at 4:34 a.m. in the morning was the day that Jeongguk realized he didn't care. Staring at the little baby the Seongsu refused to even glance at, he knew that he wouldn't dare give him away for adoption.

He loved that little baby.

But he guessed everything had a price. 

"You are fucking disgusting," his father snapped, glaring at Jeongguk as he cradled the sobbing baby in his arms. The infant was tired and hungry, and Jeongguk just wanted help. "That child is born of your own fucking mistake."

"I am not giving him up!" Jeongguk yelled back, tears of desperation clutching his limbs as he stood on the front porch of his home, holding a crying baby and his body exhausted. "He is still my child whether I wanted him or not! He needs me!"

"No son of mine is gonna have a child at the age of sixteen," his mother hissed, glaring at him with her arms crossed. "Give it up. You're just a kid and you fucked up by fucking around with a girl. I thought I raised you better."

"I was taken advantage of! Mom, someone... someone drugged me," he cried, tears spilling across his cheeks as he stared at her in disbelief. Neither of their faces moved as they stared at him. There wasn't even a ounce of belief or remorse. "Please... why don't you believe me?"

"You are no son of mine," his father stated coldly. Jeongguk sobbed, trembling as he watched him disappear back into the house. Before the door closed, he met his older brother's eyes, begging quietly for someone.

Anyone. Just help him.

Junghyun looked away.

His mother gave him one last look before she turned and followed after her husband. Jeongguk stood on his front porch, screaming for his family to listen, to open the door and let him back in. He stood there for hours until his throat gave out and he had no choice but to leave.

So he left. 

With what little money he had, he bought a ticket to Seoul and he left. He left everything he had ever known because there was nothing left for him there. No one believed him, and no one would ever call the tiny baby in his arms a mistake again.

Jeongguk looked down at the tiny baby, clad only in the hospital blue onesie, cap on, and face serene in sleep and felt his heart clench. 

"I'm gonna try my best... I'm gonna work to be a good dad, okay? Just... just be patient with me," he had murmured to that baby, tears glistening on his face as he looked out the window of the train and wondered what he was going to do.

Jeongguk gasped awake, eyes flying open as his body moved into sitting position. His breathing was fast as his eyes flickered around the room of his apartment, covers tangled in his legs and a tiny body nearby.

Realizing that he was in his room, Minjun was next him, he settled slightly when he realized that he was just dreaming. He closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. The dream and his parent's voices were echoing in his mind as he shoved the covers off and stood.

There was no way he was going back to sleep. 

Swinging his legs over, he moved to head to the kitchen to get water when he felt his foot hit something soft and squishy. Almost shrieking, he jumped back when he looked down with big eyes to see a little ball shift and move from under a blanket.

"Yoongi!" he hissed, clutching his chest as he stared at the other whose head peeked out from the blanket. He groaned, pushing himself up and rubbing his eyes. "Fudge nuggets... you scared me!"

"Sorry," Yoongi whispered back, voice even raspier in sleep. Jeongguk stared in shock when he realized that Yoongi had been sleeping on the ground, hair sticking up and a little yawn tearing through him. "What's wrong? Why are you up?"

"What are you doing here?" Jeongguk asked, kneeling down so that he was in front of Yoongi and could speak quieter. Minjun usually was a really deep sleeper but he really didn't want to wake the other. 

Yoongi gave a tired smile. "You fell asleep on the couch, so I carried you to bed... I didn't really want to leave you alone so I, well, I fed Min when he woke up, gave him a diaper, and managed to finally get him down after he watched an hour of American Idol." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "English is friggin weird."

Jeongguk was at a loss for words. Yoongi did all of that? And he remained asleep. Stunned and unsure of what to do, he heard the other chuckle before he felt warm lips on his cheek. Looking through his lashes, he blushed deeper. 

"Do you feel better?"

"Kinda," he murmured. "I just... I had a bad dream." 

Sensing the younger wanted to talk, Yoongi wordlessly stood and they walked out to the living room hand in hand. Sitting on the couch, he pulled Jeongguk beside him and waited a moment as the younger gathered his thoughts. 

"It was my mom."

Yoongi's brow furrowed, a little pout on his lips as confusion dusted his cheeks. Jeongguk gave a saddened smile as he grabbed his hand and squeezed it. 

"The reason I broke down in the shop. The person who called me. It was my mother." Jeongguk inhaled sharply, trying to get his racing heart to settled as Yoongi examined his features carefully, afraid to say anything. "I haven't spoken to her since Minjun was born. She called me." 

"What did she want?" he asked, voice barely audible and too quiet. Like he was scared that if he pushed too hard then Jeongguk would vanish into thin air. His lips were set into a firm line, a darkness glistening in his orbs. 

He gave a bittersweet smile. "My brother is in the hospital. She called to tell me that. I think he must be dying," he explained carefully. His throat tightened like a hand was gripping his vocal chords. 

Once upon a time, he was close with his brother. He loved him. He was always there, teaching him to draw and to sing with him. He would tell him to be himself and never forget who he was. But now? Not a text, a call, an email.

There was nothing but radio silence that spoke louder than words. 

He could have fought for him, all those years ago. But instead he watched as his parents left him, sixteen with a infant that was two days, alone. There was no more love for him anymore. Just anger for what he had done to him.

But he was still his brother. The part of Jeongguk that was still a kid was hurting. He wanted his brother back, but he wouldn't dare let himself admit it. He was dying, and that was that. Jeongguk refused to weep at this. 

If his brother can abandon him, then he can too.

"Did you... want to go see him?"

"No. I am never going near Busan ever again," Jeongguk seethed through clenched teeth. Yoongi flinched at the sharpness of his tone but he didn't apologize. He only looked away. "There is nothing for me there." He snorted. "My mother made that very clear. No son of hers has a kid at sixteen."

"Oh Bunny," he murmured, pulling Jeongguk to lay across his chest. He sighed, curling up there with a tony frown as Yoongi's large hands raked gently through his hair in a silent way of offering comfort. 

Jeongguk exhaled slowly. "You know... I am surprised that you never asked."

"Asked what, baby?"

"About Minjun. Where he came from. About his mother," Jeongguk murmured, flinching at the words that left his lips. He hated calling her that. She was never his "mother" merely someone who carried him, and it felt foreign on his tongue. 

He felt the lean body beneath him tense, the hand stilling in his hair as the breathe caught in the others throat. Jeongguk let him think, listening to the way his heart picked up it's pace before he finally heard him sigh.

"I would never force you to tell me that."

"I just... I don't want you think I slept around," Jeongguk muttered. Yoongi tightened his hand in his hair, but Jeongguk didn't mind. "I wasn't like that, hyung. I didn't... I was just a kid. I thought... I thought parties were cool, but I never slept with anyone."

Yoongi chuckled. "Honestly, I would be shocked if you did. You're pretty reserved. I don't even get to touch your ass," he teased trying to lighten the mood. Jeongguk rolled his eyes and smacked his thighs. "So? What changed?"

"I was drugged," he finally stated calmly. Yoongi tensed furhter, a growl leaving his lips. "I wasn't paying attention, I must have left my drink or just didn't notice, but, next thing I know my world was tilting. Seongsu... she... she took advantage of me. She fucked me when I couldn't say no."

"She raped you?" Yoongi snarled, his tone so low and dark that Jeongguk felt a shiver race down his spine. Jeongguk didn't answer, and that seemed to be enough to confirm it. "That fucking bitch. I swear to God- I am gonna fucking kill her."

Jeongguk sat up, smiling sweetly as he peered into the enraged face of the older man whose pale skin was a light shade of pink in anger, lips set in a firm white line and dark black eyes raging. 

"It's okay. If anything... a part of me is grateful because I have Minjun now," he explained. Yoongi softened, cupping Jeongguk's cheeks before kissing him firmly, as if to banish the stain that Seongsu had left behind.

Jeongguk didn't mind. He groaned, delighting the feeling of Yoongi's hot tongue sliding over his lips before forcing his mouth open to dominate him. Despite Jeongguk's bigger size, he never liked the idea of topping. 

Yoongi seemed to sense that since he hooked his fingers around the waistband of Jeongguk's sweats that dragged him so that his thighs were straddling him. Jeongguk moaned as his large hands raked over his back, his tongue working magic over his mouth.

Jeongguk had his arms around Yoongi's neck, tilting his head so he could meet his kisses. HIs body felt hot, flushed at the feeling of the firm chest pressed against his own, rocking against his body as his hands explored every inch of him.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," Yoongi groaned, pulling away with a hiss as his hands rested on Jeongguk's thighs. His own breathing was heavy, lust causing him to tremble at the idea of stripping and touching the soft skin sugary sweet beneath the clothes.

"And you're like my savior," Jeongguk admitted, staring into the puffy cheeks, cat shaped eyes, and pouty lips now swollen from their kiss. Yoongi smiled and kissed him- this time more gentle- and massaged his leg. 

"I want you to know, Jeongguk, I don't care what she did to you. You are still beautiful, and always will be," he said seriously. Jeongguk blushed and smiled, burying his face in Yoongi's neck as the elder's hands continued to run over him.

"So... she got pregnant by me, and well, it wasn't an easy pregnancy," he admitted, frowning as he recalled the sixteen year old girl's body swollen with baby, and the way her hips weren't dilated enough to handle the birth. "She carried high and forwards, so she struggled standing upright and her back hurt."

Jeongguk grabbed his phone from his pocket, pulling up his camera roll and scrolling through to show the pictures of Minjun's pregnancy progression. Seongsu never looked happy in the pictures, but they weren't for her.

He pulled up the picture of her at eight months- she was standing, shirt lifted to show her stomach that was heavily swollen, belly button protruding, and her sweats low on her hips. Her hand was on her back, trying to help the pain, and her other hand resting on the large bump.

Wordlessly, he handed it to Yoongi who stared at it. There was something unreadable in his eyes as he examined her face, then drifted down to her stomach as a touch of wonder glistened in his eyes. 

"Minjun is in there?" he breathed, staring at the belly. Jeongguk nodded. 

"Hard to believe isn't it?" he replied quietly, chuckling weakly as he looked at the picture as he remembered the one and only time Seongsu let him touch her stomach- it was a little after the picture was taken.

She was whining because the "little brat" was moving to much and kicking to the point of pain when they were at the checkup. He watched as her belly shifted and moved, and a big part of him wanted to feel the life below him.

He asked if he could feel and she said make it quick. So he reached over and pressed it to her stomach. It felt more than words could ever describe, like the world had stopped at the feeling of a tiny foot pressing against his palm, life surging into him.

He would never forget that moment. 

Yoongi handed the phone back, looking away as he wiped his cheeks and cleared his throat. "What happened with your parents?"

"As soon as Minjun was born and I refused to let him get adopted, they basically wouldn't even let me inside the house. I was a disgrace, sixteen and holding a two day infant, and yet I couldn't even step into my house."

"Those fucking-"

"Baby, Minjun," Jeongguk reminded him quietly when his voice raised. Yoongi fell silent, but the anger was burning through him so hot he was sure that he had gone past seeing red- he was seeing sheer white. "It hurt. I was a kid, but I loved my son too much and they hated it. So, they kicked me out. My brother never defended me, not once, so... the end result is I moved here."

"They are trash and pieces of shit for what they have done to you, Jeongguk. That is fucking monstrous," he hissed low, dangerously. Jeongguk laughed, kissed him again, before he glanced at the clock.

"Come on, my protector. We should get some sleep." He stood, pulling Yoongi up and leading him back to the bedroom. Yoongi moved to go back to the floor, put one firm tug from Jeongguk sent him to crawl into bed.

Minjun curled between them, and Jeongguk closed his eyes feeling complete for the first time in his life. He had his son, the man he was in love with, and he had people who cared about him. Exhaling, he felt as if he could finally let go of his past. 

"You want me to... what?" Yoongi asked, staring at Jeongguk with wide eyes as the younger man walked around Yoongi's apartment, setting Minjun's backpack against the newly bought dining table.

He bought it since he noticed the dining table, when you have kids, can have a multitude of uses. And right now was one of them. Jeongguk had set a large backpack across the surface, opening the bag to make sure that it had diapers, changes of clothes, his sippy cup- and Yoongi was staring at him from the doorway, still in pajamas and hair messy in sleep.

It was still six thirty in the morning.

And Yoongi was a lot of things, but a morning person did not make the list. 

So when he heard knocking on his door a mere fifteen minutes ago, he was about ready to slaughter who dare come to his apartment at this ungodly hour on a Saturday morning.

Only to discover it was his boyfriend, dressed warmly with a mask over his face, and his son on hip and a bag slung over his shoulder. 

Maybe it was the fact Yoongi was still half asleep, but he was pretty sure he heard his boyfriend of almost two months say something along the lines of "going away for two days, one night" followed swiftly by a "Minjun is staying here". 

But the stressed look on Jeongguk's face confirmed that Yoongi's hearing was actually functioning since the younger man looked up from the bag with hooded eyes, pale features, and bottom lip between two bunny teeth.

"I don't have anyone else- Jin hyung has family coming, and-and Taehyung is going on the class trip to, and I don't have anyone else," Jeongguk fumbled, his words sped up and whooshed as he clutched to Minjun's bag tightly. "I know this scares you and that you don't feel ready, but Yoongi hyung, please. I need the grade and this is a grade." 

Desperation was lining the younger's tone, along with terror and urgency. Yoongi knew that Minjun and Jeongguk both suffered from slight separation anxiety- you tell by the way Jeongguk was constantly touching his son whenever he was around or how he kept him in view at all times.

The fact that Jeongguk was going on a overnight trip was astounding, and he could tell that Jeongguk was utterly terrified to do so. He was scared to leave his son, and usually refrained from doing so unless school or work.

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, trying to get his mind awake to think properly before he stepped forward and grabbed Jeongguk's hand and held it tightly in his hand. The younger had tears glistening in his eyes.

"Baby, I'm... I am not good with kids," Yoongi murmured, pained. Jeongguk sniffed.

"You're good with Min. That's all that matters to me," he answered quietly. He peered up through his lashes, lip returning to be ravaged by his teeth and Yoongi reached up and pulled down his lip before he made it bleed. "Please, please, please, Yoongi. I need you."

"Alright... alright," Yoongi said, unable to deny the man in front of him anything when he gave him that doe eyed look. Jeongguk sagged, as if all the tension left him at once and he became a limp noodle as he rested his forehead against Yoongi's shoulder.

"Thank you... thank you so much," he whimpered, arms slithering around his waist. Yoongi kissed his hair then his forehead as he hugged him back. 

Internally, he was freaking out. He didn't know if he could do this, but damn it, after hearing what Jeongguk told him about Minjun's birth, he was gonna damn well try. For Minjun, who he loved as much as he loved the man in his arms.

When Jeongguk pulled away, he was trembling but forced a smile on his features. "I'll try and call you tonight. I'll be back tomorrow evening by nine, okay?" Yoongi nodded his head. "Please, take care of him?"

"I will, I promise, Bunny," he answered, tilting his chin down and kissing him firmly on the lips. Jeongguk sighed into the kiss. When Yoongi pulled away he stared into his eyes. "If I need help, can I call Joon?" Jeongguk hesitated, but nodded. Yoongi smiled and pecked his lips. "Go. You're going to be late."

Jeongguk hesitated before he nodded. He rushed over to the sleeping Minjun on Yoongi's unmade bed, kissed him sweetly and murmured words of love before he hugged Yoongi and left trembling once again.

The apartment was now silent and Yoongi found himself staring blankly at the door as he floundered for some sort of plan, or what to do. After being with Jeongguk a month, he knew that Minjun bathed in the evenings, could be a really picky eater, and got grouchy by two and wide awake by six pm.

It was the in-between that was stressing Yoongi out. He still hadn't been alone with Minjun, and now he was thrown into the literal deep end. 

Groaning, Yoongi rubbed his face and glanced at the clock to see it was still early. Minjun was still asleep on the bed, and he was going to just let that continue. Pursing his lips, he sent a quick text to Namjoon to call him when he was awake before he trudged to the kitchen and thanked Hoseok mentally for making him by Pancake mix.

"Sometimes the jerk has a use," he muttered, grabbing the mix and setting it on the counter before he started gathering materials that needed to make pancakes and bacon. He fell into the routine easily, and nearly jumped when his phone rang.

He answered it as he stirred the milk into the mix. "Joon?"

"Who are you and what have you done with Min Yoongi?" Namjoon asked over the phone, sounding amused and weary at the same time. Yoongi snorted, rolling his eyes at the answer. "Seriously, dude, it's like seven a.m and you're... talking like a person."

"I can be awake at seven, Joon," he deadpanned.

 "Yeah, but you don't."

Yoongi sighed and wished he could strangle the younger man through the phone as he checked the pan he had set up and was pleased when it was the right temperature. He poured the first bit of batter in.

"Yeah, well, I kinda got woken by my darling Bunny," he muttered, grumbling a bit. He loved the boy, but waking up this early was just cruel. Namjoon snickered into the phone. "Shut up. Listen, I may need your help today."

"With what exactly, because no, I am not buying you lube or anything else of that nature," the other retorted calmly. Yoongi clucked his tongue, stunned by his younger friend as he stared at the phone a moment before he huffed.

"Okay first of all, what the actual freak? And second of all, that is gross, and third of all, get your head out of the darn gutter!" Yoongi snapped. He checked the pancake, grinned, then flipped it. Namjoon grumbled over the phone. 

"Hobi made me do it once," he muttered. Yoongi arched a brow, made a disgusted face before he gagged. "Yeah. I'm pretty scarred so excuse me if I jump to the wrong conclusions for your early morning activities." 

"I think I puked a little," Yoongi groaned. He added more batter to the pan as he put his finished pancake on a waiting plate. "Look, my activities includes babysitting. Remember? Baby? Who has time to get hot and heavy?"

"Oh yeah," Namjoon said over the phone. Yoongi glared at it a moment, hoping that Namjoon can feel it from here. "Wait, babysitting? Why are you babysitting? You don't babysit." 

"There we go, he finally thinks it through. Someone give him a cookie," he said sarcastically. He groaned as he leaned against the counter and fluffed his black hair in slight frustration. "Gukkie had to go to some science class trip and Jin is busy, you don't count, and of course Tae shares the class. Who does that leave? Good ol' a-hole me!"

"You scarily are starting to sound like Jeongguk, you know that right?"  Yoongi chose to not comment as he flipped the pancake and waited. Namjoon sighed. "So... am I hearing that you need my ass to what? Offer baby advice? I don't have toddlers. That's my boyfriend, Yoons."

"Yeah, but you're smart," Yoongi defended weakly. "And you know more than me. You took a child development class once!"

"When I was a freshman in HIGH SCHOOL!" Namjoon rebuked. Yoongi was thoughtful a moment.

"Did you wear the belly?" he questioned. Namjoon made a choking noise.

"What? Hyung, what the fuck?"

"You did, didn't you," Yoongi pressed, arching a amused brow. Namjoon coughed, sputtering a bit more but went quite. Amused, the older snorted and put the finished pancake on the plate. "I knew it."

"I was curious!" Namjoon whined. "Anyways! That isn't even the point here!  I'll help you, just for fuck's sake... don't tell anyone about that, okay?"

"That's what I thought," Yoongi said, smirking proudly. He loved the fact he knew his best friend well. "Just be on call all day, okay? Right now he is still asleep, and I am making breakfast so if I need you, I'll call."

"You're a sick man," Namjoon huffed, hanging up. Yoongi shrugged, chuckling, as he continued to make pancakes over the hot stove. He hummed a bit as he worked, mumbling some lyrics under his breathe when he heard the bedroom door creak open.

"Daddy?" a tiny voice called. Yoongi caught off the pan, wiping his hands as he rounded the corner and saw Minjun standing in the living room with his blanket in his hand and thumb in his mouth. "Yoonie?"

"Hey, bud," he greeted. The toddler instantly waddled over, sleep still hazy in his big eyes. Yoongi felt himself warm up at the feeling of him and ruffled his hair. It was odd- the overwhelming feeling of love that was so forceful it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

It amazed him. The way he knew he would do anything for the small being in his arms, the way he craved the little smile and giggle. Is this how Jeongguk felt all the time? He wondered how he didn't just hold him all day.

"Yoonie, where daddy?" he mumbled tiredly, not bothering to move from Yoongi's arms. Nuzzling the little head, he exhaled in soft contentment before he answered the little boy in his arms.

"Daddy had something to do, so you get Yoongi time," he mumbled. Minjun smiled, hand wrapping around his black hair and tugging gently with a soft "okay Yoonie". Kissing his cheek, he removed Minjun's thumb and rubbed his back. "Hmmm, I wonder if you like... pancakes?"

"Pancakie?" he asked, sitting up in his arms. Yoongi chuckled and nodded. The toddler grinned, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek that for once he didn't mind. "Thank you Yoonie!" he cheered before wiggling to get down.

"Go sit in your chair, okay? I'm gonna get your plate." The toddler obeyed while Yoongi went back to the kitchen and started making the plates. He cut up the baby's food, making sure they were small enough and hoped to god it would be alright before he poured a bit of syrup on the side and grabbed the plastic fork.

Making his way back to the table, he set the food down. He dug in, grinning as syrup ended up all over his face and it was only the first bite. He mentally sighed, making a note to start having those weird baby wipe things around his house.

He had seen them all over Jeongguk's house- including places he would never even believe. Hell, he found them between the couch cushions once and when he asked why he had laughed and said for reasons that would come in time.

Reason 1- found.

He ate his pancake slowly, eyes locked on the toddler as he used his fork clumsily and shoved the fluffy treat in his mouth. He sighed when the baby was done, hands sticky and face a mess. Minjun pouted, staring at his hands with his lower lip out.

Yoongi almost melted on the spot.

"Yoonie, hand sticky," he said, holding it out for him. Yoongi leaned over, humming as he nodded his head seriously. "What do?"

"Well... I could always eat your hands?" he offered, moving to lick the little boy's hands. The toddler squealed, yanking his hand away with laughter. "What? I wanted to eat those! Do you think they taste like pancake?"

"No Yoonie! They taste like Mini!" the boy stated, keeping his hands to himself. Yoongi putted, his own lower lip jutting out as he leaned forward so that his face was close to the boys, who leaned back so that they were mere inches apart. He could smell pancake on his breathe.

"And what does Mini taste like?" he teased, chuckling. The toddler scrunched his face as he thought about it before he giggled.

"Uncle Jinnie say Mini 'Pumpkin'. Mini must taste like pumpkin!" he said, grinning at himself proudly. Yoongi chuckled, his heart swelling again. He suddenly leaned forward, cupping a sticky hand near his ear. "Mini heard daddy say Yoonie look like shu-ga, cause he so pale and sweet."

Yoongi blinked. His entire body hummed as he looked at the beaming toddler in surprise. The boy looked so happy with himself for sharing his father's secrets and at the moment, Yoongi felt his heart skip another beat.

"Suga? You mean sugar?" he asked, head tilted. 

"Suga," he stated seriously, his lisp causing the word to twist slightly so that it sounded like 'shu-ga' instead of 'sugar' but he didn't even mind. It had to be the cutest thing he had ever heard, and if he was more open he probably would have cooed. Minjun licked his lips. "Yoonie?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked back towards the toddler with large eyes before he coughed and returned his attention to the toddler. "Yes, bud?"

Minjun looked serious. "Yoonie is daddy wife wright?" he asked. Yoongi coughed, sputtering as he choke don his own spit as he looked towards the little boy looking at him expectantly. "Jinnie say wife make daddy's happy. Jinnie said so after Mini ask why woman kissy Mini friend daddy. Yoonie make Mini daddy happy. Yoonie wife?"

"Oh my gosh," Yoongi muttered, shifting a bit in his seat. At that moment, he really wanted to kill Seokjin, and then maybe add Jeongguk to the list because how in the heck was he supposed to answer that?

"If Yoonie daddy wife, Mini have a mommy now?"

And then Yoongi felt the blood drain from his face as he stared into those brown eyes, hopeful and glinting. Something inside him crushed when the image of his actual mother appeared in his head, her cold expression and uncaring way she held the bump that was supposed to be her child.

The little angel that was currently looking excited at the idea of finally having a 'mommy'.

Yoongi leaned forward, taking his sticky hands in his own as he stared into the toddler's eyes. Screw Namjoon- he was going to do this. "Minjun, sweetheart, listen," he started slowly. "Your dad... we aren't married."

Minjun frowned, sagging a bit as a soft 'oh' escaped his mouth. Yoongi never wanted to slap himself so hard. He almost took it back just to see him smile.

"Not yet, at least," he finished. The boy peeked through his bangs. "Minjun, I love your dad. I love him a lot." He nodded happily. "And I love you lots too. But, Min, I'm not... I'm not your mom."

"But... Mini supposed to have two."

"Two what, baby?" he asked calmly. Minjun frowned, lower lip quivering as he looked away.

"A mommy and daddy. Mini only have daddy. Jinnie not my mommy," Minjun murmured, sounding a little sad. He sniffed. "Mini wove him, and daddy too, but he not mommy. He no kissy like Yoonie do."

Stricken with surprise, the older man didn't move as Minjun's little hands didn't move in Yoongi's much bigger ones. His mind scrambled for some sort of answer, and finding none, he sighed and looked down.

"It's okay to have one. It's okay to just have a daddy. Or maybe have two daddy's and two mommy's," Yoongi murmured, kissing his forehead. "I'm not your mommy, but I am going to be here for a long time. I'll be that number two for you. Always."

Minjun smiled sweetly, looking eager. "Really? Yoonie mean it?"

"I mean it with all my heart, angel," he said seriously. Minjun leaned forward, arms now wrapped tightly around Yoongi's neck and squeezing as hard as his little arms could. Yoongi hugged him back, feeling a small tear rolling down his cheek.

He meant those words. The idea of not having Jeongguk or even this little hurricane in his life was something that honestly scared him a little bit more than him messing up. All he wanted to keep this little bundle with him, and Jeongguk at his side.

"Come on, Pumpkin, we better go get you cleaned up," he murmured. The toddler nodded, pulling away and climbing off the chair. He waddled his way to the bathroom with Yoongi behind him and pushed open the door with his elbow.

Yoongi chuckled as he squealed when he saw the bathroom- there was a basket of rubber duckies near the tub, a spider man tooth brush, a few Avenger towels- hand and bath towels- and even a spider-man bath mat now waiting. 

"It Mini's now?" the toddler asked, looking back at Yoongi with bright sparkling eyes. The elder nodded and even pointed towards the step stool that helped him reach the sink. He teetered up and started the water.

Like his father, Yoongi quickly noticed the fact that Minjun sang whenever was doing things. Jeongguk had that habit too. Washing dishes, cooking, or cleaning- he sang under his breathe or hummed. It seemed Minjun had the same habit.

It was oddly soothing to Yoongi who was use to the breathless silence of his apartment. Now he was more accustomed to the shouts, the soft voices, and gentle singing that seemed to follow the two Jeon's around. 

He cleaned his hands, cheering about the now colorful purple soap, before he dried them on his new towel and showed his hands. Yoongi inspected them carefully before he nodded and pointed to his toothbrush. 

"And it's teeth time," he ordered firmly. Jeongguk mentioned once that Minjun's troubling moments could sometimes be teeth. Luckily, he seemed content and eager to use his new toothbrush so he obeyed with only a tiny pout. 

When done, he looked back at Yoongi and cocked his head. "Mini dress meself?" he asked kindly. Yoongi nodded and followed him to the bedroom. The toddler looked through his clothes before he chose a pair of dark pants and a dark shirt. "Mini gonna wook wike Yoonie."

Yeah, Yoongi was gonna take a lot of pictures. Sue him. 

When he was done, he held up his arms and showed his darker outfit that looked precious on the boy. Yoongi pulled out his phone, having himself a little photo shoot before he beamed and took a few selfies with him.

"I'm gonna send these to daddy, okay?"

"Okay! Yoonie, can Mini pway wif toy pwease?" he asked polity. Jeongguk mentioned that he wanted Minjun to always ask to install manners and ground rules of what was and wasn't okay in areas that were not their house.

Not a bad idea in Yoongi's mind.

"Sure. I set your toy bin in the living room. If you color, do it on the dining table," he ordered. He shouted a 'okay' before he hurried off. Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his hair before he texted Jeongguk.

Yoongi: *image attached* I corrupted him ;p

My Bunny: he looks so cute, omg. He even scrunched his face like you did!

Yoongi: I know. We had pancakes for breakfast and all clean hands and teeth. I dunno maybe I can totally parent this.

My Bunny: Wait till 2 :) love u

Yoongi: love u 2, u tease

Grinning to himself, he put his phone away and quickly dressed and brushed his teeth. He was beginning to understand why the younger man took so long in the bathroom when Yoongi was over- moments of peace like this are thin and far between.

Deciding he shouldn't leave the toddler alone for long, he left the bedroom and saw that Minjun was spread over his blanket playing with his toy cars and babbling to himself in content. Yoongi smiled, relieved, before he glanced at his TV.

"Hey, Min, want cartoons on too?" he asked. The boy agreed and Yoongi pulled up the Kids account he had created for Minjun and let him pick whatever he wanted. Soon he was zoned into the TV and his hands clenched around the toys.

Satisfied, Yoongi got to work cleaning the kitchen and the dishes, making sure everything was put away before he grabbed the sippy cup, filled it with some apple juice and handed it to the toddler. 

He drank happily and giggled at his cartoons. 

Yoongi returned to his chores, making sure clean up the bathroom, is bedroom, and straightening things up before he glanced around his quickly filling up apartment with a smile. He had to thank Taehyung for keeping Hoseok busy- if he were to see all the kid shit he would freak.

Returning to the living room, he peeked in and saw that Minjun had drank all his juice. Frowning, he remembered that Minjun's weak points were his potty training. The boy wouldn't speak up when he had to go and if he wasn't wearing a diaper...

"Min?" Yoongi called. The boy looked up, thumb in his mouth and head cocked to the side in question. "Do you need to potty?" He shook his head, but Yoongi felt himself grow weary. "Can you try?" He shook his head. "Please? For me?"

He seemed to debate it a moment before he got to his feet and went to the bathroom. Yoongi watched wearily as he sat there a moment before the sign was there. Yoongi sighed in relief as he wiped, washed his hands, and shouted 'done!' before he returned to his spot. 

Pleased, Yoongi let him take out another toy before he went to his workstation in his bedroom. He seemed fine in the other room, and Yoongi figured he should at least get some work done. He trailed his fingers over his electronic keyboard, the sounds soothing him a moment. 

He played a bit, letting the notes untangle his thoughts as he thought about the music that he needed. Sighing, he booted up his laptop and set up his headset before his fingers returned to the piano keys.

"Yoonie?" Minjun called out, poking his head in with curiosity shining in his dark eyes. Yoongi turned, offering a smile to the toddler. He came closer, staring at the stuff. "What that?"

"It's a keyboard. It makes music," he said. Minjun gasped excitedly, making grabby hands so he could be closer. Yoongi picked him up and set him in his lap so that he could. "Don't touch the computer, but here, hands there."

The toddler obeyed, his tiyn fingers pressing on the keys and creating the sounds. HIs eyes widened before he giggled and pressed again. The heavy warmth returned, causing Yoongi want to hug the little thing in his lap as he looked up to him with innocent eyes.

"Yoonie pway music?"

"That's right. I make music."

Minjun made a noise in his throat before moving his hand away from the kid board and pulling Yoongi's away from where it was resting on his stomach back to the keys. Yoongi chuckled but obeyed the silent command, playing simple from a recent song he was working on.

Minjun went still as the notes rebounded in the air. He watched with rapt attention to Yoongi's large fingers, his hands resting on Yoongi's knees. The older man loved the look of utter adoration on his face that glinted there. 

When he was done, he let his hands fall back to resting on the tiny form of the kid as he looked up at Yoongi happily. "Mini wanna pway too!" he murmured, hands returning to the keyboard and pressing random keys.

Once again, Yoongi was slammed with the desire that this baby was his and Jeongguk's, that he was there for his birth, the late night crying. He wondered why he felt himself grow so attached, but he wasn't complaining as he kissed his head.

"Maybe one day, baby, daddy will let me teach you something, yeah?" he replied sweetly. The baby nodded but kept playing random keys while Yoongi took his hands and showed him simple piano exercises.

After a while, the baby yawned and rubbed his eyes. Yoongi glanced at the clock and realized that it was lunch time. "Well, you hungry, Min?" he asked, setting the younger back on his feet. The toddler nodded, thumb back in his mouth.

Grabbing his free hand, they walked into the kitchen. Yoongi glanced around, trying to figure out what three year old ate for lunch, but all he really had was some noodles, maybe the making for a more traditional Korean dish. 

He decided to make some simple noodles. He patted his head and gestured for the living room. "Go watch TV while I make lunch okay?" Wordlessly he obeyed. Yoongi got to work fixing the food when he heard a knock on the door.

Walking over to the door, he opened it and frowned upon seeing Kim Namjoon standing there with a couple of grocery bag filled with a bunch of kid snacks, apple juice, and milk. Yoongi lit up at the milk- he didn't have any since he never drank it but he knew Minjun drank it. 

"You have milk! Ah, good," he said, grabbing the bag before he frowned. "Wait, I never called you. What are you doing here?" 

Namjoon snorted, pushing past the older with a frown. "I figured you could use some more snacks and milk since you never any. I had nothing better to do and I wanted to help." He glanced towards the elder and arched a brow. "I could leave." 

Yoongi thought a moment. "Nah, you brought milk." He turned away, grabbing the sippy cup and washed it out. "He does like his milk." Namjoon looked stunned a moment before he set the bags on the counter just as the soft sound of feet greeted the two adults. 

Softening at the sight of Minjun, eyes big and focused nervously on Namjoon who paused. He remembered that Seokjin had told him about the small being in front of him, but he also had the desire to straight up coo.

The kid was precious looking- he had only seen pictures and some videos, but this was the first time he had seen him in person and he was struck in awe of how much he resembled Jeongguk. It was like a baby version of him.

"Hey Min," Yoongi said, holding out his hand. The baby dashed over, not saying a word as Yoongi bent down and hoisted him in his hip. His hand gripped Yoongi's shirt, brown eyes locked on the newcomer. "Min, this is my friend Namjoon. He's nice and dorky."

Namjoon shot the older a look but didn't answer as he gave the little toddler a wave. Minjun didn't answer, just buried his face in Yoongi's neck. The coal haired chuckled, rubbed his back and kissed his head.

"Hi Minjun, nice to meet you," he greeted, giving a dimpled smile. Minjun was still quiet. Yoongi shrugged, already figuring that would happen before he handed the sippy cup to the toddler. The suckled on it slowly.

"Baby, I'm still making some dinner and Namjoon here is just hanging out a moment. Want to continue to watch your cartoons till lunch?" Yoongi asked. He nodded and Yoongi set him down and watched as he slipped back into the living room. He returned to the stove. "Thanks for the snacks. He will probably get hungry before dinner."

"I never thought I would see the day you... Yoongi, I am actually really proud of you," Namjoon said, smiling as he looked towards the older. The coal haired shrugged, not saying anything back because he wasn't sure what to say.  "That kid adores you. Did you see the way he clung to you?"

"Yes, Joon," he muttered with an eye roll. "You hanging around?"

"If you let me. Papa Yoongi might say no," Namjoon teased. Yoongi almost smacked the other but refrained and instead rolled his eyes and gestured vaguely around the kitchen, a silent warning to not touch anything. "How is it going? Any problems?"

"No, but his problems are usually around nap time and bedtime so..." he trailed off and pulled the noodles off the stove, draining them before he started to add the seasonings and making Minjun's portion a bit lighter. He made sure to add the vegetables that he cooked- Jeongguk did warn him to make sure he eats them.

Putting some in three bowls and grabbing utensils, he jerked his chin towards the dinging room. Namjoon followed wordlessly, eyes rounding when he saw how different his friend's apartment has become.

Pictures lined the walls- unframed and taped messily with some even having dates scrawled on them. The floor was covered in toys, his books higher, and a bunch of random baby things spread throughout.

To say he was stunned was an understatement. 

Yoongi ignored the look, even though he caught it, and felt slightly sheepish. He knew that it was different than what Namjoon was use to but he didn't regret any of it as he set the bowls down and called for Minjun.

He came bounding into the dining room and pulled himself up. He frowned a bit at the food, lower lip poking out as he poked it with his plastic fork. He was still too little to use chopsticks for noodles- he at least remembered that much from Jeongguk.

"Min, don't play with your food," Yoongi stated sternly, giving him a look. The toddler whined, but took a piece of noodle and put it in his mouth. Yoongi smiled and followed suit. Namjoon wordlessly ate, a soft smile touching his lips. 

Minjun ate slowly, pouting the entire time, and Yoongi chuckled because he could see the boy's sluggish movement and the hazy look which meant that nap time was drawing close. He also knew from experience this is were it got tough.

"I'll make you a deal," Yoongi whispered, leaning closer to the grumpy toddler. Minjun looked up, pouting still through his lashes and he almost felt himself give in to that look that was so similar to the man he loved he was scary. "Eat lunch and all your vegetables and go nap for a while, and when you wake up I'll have a surprise and we can maybe have... I don't know... pizza for dinner?"

The toddler brightened, eyes sparkling as he leaned forward with a look that screamed 'really?'. Yoongi winked and grinned back.

"But you can't tell daddy that I fed you pizza. Do we have a deal?" he asked, holding out his pinkie for him to take. Minjun nodded his head and his little pinkie took hold of the bigger one. The sound of a camera going off startled both of them.

Yoongi looked over to see a red faced Namjoon, lowering his phone. "Uh, sorry?"

"Really?" he deadpanned. Namjoon shrugged and chuckled. Minjun ignored him, returning to eating his food but this time a lot more energy. He even plugged his nose and eat every single veggie that was on his plate.

When he was finished, he held up his empty bowl and grinned sweetly. Yoongi chuckled, praised him thoroughly, before he took the plate and shooed him off to the bedroom. He complied, already sleepy anyways, and disappeared. 

Yoongi stood, gathering the dishes. 

"Dude, that was fucking amazing."

"Language," he monotones, "now grab the extra dish and do not break it or I swear to God, Kim Namjoon, you'll never see Pinkie again."

The two hurried to the kitchen where they both washed and put away all the dishes. Yoongi spent a good ten minutes putting away all of Minjun's toys- making a mental note to make the toddler clean before meal time- and then glancing around with his hands on his hips. 

"Well, that's as good as it is gonna get," he muttered. 

Namjoon looked up from his phone, smiling warmly. "I sent the picture to Jin and he is still fan-girling over how cute you two are."

"At least he doesn't know I promised Min pizza," he laughed. Namjoon joined in as the older of the two plopped on the couch and moaned. "I want to nap too. Damn, can I go join Minjun and nap?"

"I was going to head out anyways. Minjun doesn't like strangers and I won't push the kid." Namjoon stood, stretched, and flashed another smile towards the thoughtful other that was still resting on the couch. "I'll go hang out with Hoseok to keep him away this weekend. But, he won't stay away forever."

"Yeah yeah."

As soon as Namjoon was gone, Yoongi got up and glanced around as he thought about a good surprise for the toddler when a idea hit him. He use to do it all the time when he was younger with his older brother.

Grinning, he gathered the couch cushions, the blankets, and then slowly worked at creating a little fortress in front of the TV. Glancing around the room in triumph, he trudged to the bedroom. The room was dark, his bed made neatly with a tiny body that took up the right side of the bed, his blanket draped over his body. 

Feeling warm, Yoongi walked over and settled across the bed. He pulled the sleeping baby closer so he could cradle him. He moaned in his sleep, whining as he turned and then settled. Yoongi chuckled, kissed his head, then closed his eyes. 

*******

"Yoonie! Yoonie, wakey," Minjun groaned, his tiny hands shoving at the older man's shoulder. The latter groaned, wondering what was with the Jeon's and their desire to continue to wake him from his beautiful sleep. "Yoonie!"

"Mini," he mimicked back sleepily as he peeled open one eye to see the dark haired toddler pouting with his arms crossed, frowning towards him. The sight was amusing and adorable, causing a little laugh to erupt through his throat as he pushed himself up, just to tickle the baby's sides.

He squealed, kicking his tiny legs and his laughter echoing throughout the bedroom. "Am I up now, Min? Huh? Is this awake for you? Huh? Huh?" he teased, grinning when he saw Minjun trying to crawl away, but pulled him back and lifted his shirt to blow a raspberry on his bare belly.

"Yes Yoonie! Yes you up!" he shouted and Yoongi pulled away, satisfied. Minjun panted lightly, still giggling as he sat up and grabbed Yoongi's hand. "Surprise now?"

"Hmmm, maybe you should check the living room," he commented offhandedly. The boy gasped excitedly before he slid off the bed and dashed for the living room. Yoongi glanced at the clock and saw that it was around four in the afternoon.

Getting up and stretching, he heard Minjun shout in joy at what was waiting and rounded the corner to see him staring at the pillow and blanket fortress in wonder and glee. Yoongi grinned. "I figured tonight we should watch your favorite movies, have some pizza, and a bunch of snacks- our little secret, yes?"

Minjun nodded happily. 

"Go put on some PJ's- I'll pop the popcorn. Do you want milk or juice?"

"Wolk!" the toddler shouted as he went to go follow Yoongi's orders. Yoongi went to the kitchen, filled the sippy cup and then proceeded to pop the corn. He grabbed a few bags of snacks, knowing that during the movie they both will munch.

Carrying the load back to the fort, he set everything inside just as Minjun emerged. He had his teddy stuffed in his arms and dragging his blanket behind him as he crawled inside. Yoongi pulled up Netflix and flicked on a movie as they settled under their fort. 

Hours passed, Yoongi ordering the pizza and both of them being little piggies in the safety of their fortress, which Minjun lovingly called "Suga Castle" and watched little cartoon movies and aggressively sang Disney songs. 

Yes, Yoongi "sang" Disney songs. They were catchy, fight him.

His phone began to ring around eight thirty, and he glanced at the ID to see that it was Jeongguk wanting to video call. Grinning, he paused the movie and sat up, pulling Minjun so that he was sitting in his lap. 

"It's your daddy, Min," he mumbled in his ear before he hit accept and held the phone so that Jeongguk could have a clear view of the two boys, hair messy, PJ clad, and puffy cheeks. The view of Jeongguk slowly came into view.

He looked to be locked in a bathroom, basing on the tile in the background, and his brown hair brushed down and hiding his eyes a bit. He looked exhausted, anxious, and jittery- eyes flickering towards somewhere off camera.

"Daddy!" Minjun squealed, gripping the phone tightly in his hands when he saw that his father was in the screen of the phone, and Yoongi held it to make it stayed. As if Minjun's small voice was a balm, he sagged and grinned a bunny smile to match his son's.

"Hey baby! Daddy misses you so much," he murmured, eyes boring into the phone as he if he could just transport himself there. Yoongi smiled sweetly. "Hey Yoongi. I see you're surviving."

"Don't mention it- I'm going to get war flashbacks," he teased, winking. Jeongguk giggled, looking lovingly through the phone as Yoongi took the phone from Min and held it up so the younger man had a better view. "Don't worry- Min is alive. Min, tell your dad how awesome I am!"

"Daddy, Yoonie and Mini pway all day and-and Yoonie bought toy and wots of cuddles! And-and Yoonie even nappy wif Mini too!" Minjun said excitedly, all within one long breathe of air as he bounced in Yoongi's lap. The older chuckled.

"Oh, he did, did he? I'm so happy you're having fun, baby. You look so sweet in those pajamas," Jeongguk cooed, grinning at the phone with a shining glint in his eyes. Minjun nodded his head, leaned forward to cup a hand around his mouth like he was telling a secret.

"And Yoongi created a Suga Castle, and-and eats wots of snackies and pija!" he whispered, though still loud enough for Yoongi to hear. Jeongguk's face became blank as he arched a brow. "But no tell Yoonie I tell daddy."

"Pizza, huh?" Jeongguk mused, eyes flickering towards Yoongi who glared down at Minjun, who giggled and murmured a soft 'oopsie'. "Min Yoongi. You let him eat pizza?"

"Traitor," he muttered to Minjun who giggled and clambered off his lap to return his eyes to the TV, which was now playing again. Yoongi flashed a sweet, sugary smile to the phone, hoping to sooth his boyfriend. "Pizza? No... never...." he trailed off.

"Snacks too? How much candy did he eat?"

"Define candy?" 

Jeongguk huffed. "Yoongi!" he groaned. Yoongi flushed, a bit sheepish as he glanced towards Minjun and their long hail of snacks that have been devoured in their time of movie watching and pizza nibbling. 

"Okay, okay, fine. Yes we ate pizza and we ate some snacks," he admitted, then huffed with a small whine. "But Gukkie, he's so cute and I wanted to cheer him up so I said, why not some pizza with a surprise, so it is not my fault. It's yours for having the cutest little son in the world, okay?"

By the time he was finished with his little tirade, he had Jeongguk in a laughing mess and his cheeks burned. When the younger man gathered himself, he stared into the phone with a burning look in his eyes.

"I love you," he breathed out suddenly. Yoongi smiled back.

"I love you too," he replied sweetly. There was a small moment of silence, letting each other hear each other's soft breathing. Jeongguk sighed, running his fingers through his hair and his shoulders slowly filling with tension. "How is it over there in Gwanju?"

"Nice," Jeongguk said after a moment. "I'm really that I have Tae, otherwise I would probably die. I miss you so much, and I just want to be with you, cuddling our son, and just anywhere but here."

"You just have tomorrow, love, and then you will be back with Min and me," Yoongi reminded him gently, threading his fingers through Minjun's hair as the toddler stretched out, head on Yoongi's lap and his eyes drooping. He smiled to himself. "We miss you too."

"I'm hoping they will arrive early, but I don't even know. God... I can't wait till this is over. Everyone keeps trying to talk to me, and I don't even know what to say," Jeongguk groaned, pinching his nose before he huffed. 

"Soon," Yoongi mumbled. "But don't stress. Just be yourself, you know?"

"I don't even know who that is," Jeongguk said with a breathless laugh. Yoongi frowned, unsure of how to answer the sudden confession that was laced with something a bit deeper when a sound of knocking came over the line. Jeongguk hissed. "Hyung, gotta go. I love you and give Min a kiss."

And the line was dead.

****

Yoongi already hated the silence of his apartment. It made him sad to at least not hear the soft breathing of the toddler, but it was Sunday night and Jeongguk came and picked him up. He couldn't stay since he had to go to Seokjin's house for the night to help him.

And now he was alone, and exhausted, since Minjun had started to act up around noon and didn't even nap until four, so his apartment was a mess and he didn't even care. Instead, he knew that he needed to work on a his homework that was due tomorrow. 

He sat at his desk and tried to not think about the fact that Minjun would have loved to listen to him play, or be sitting on his lap when did and brushed off the sudden wave of desire for his boyfriend's voice humming around his apartment.

His beats were blasting in his ears, fingers typing on his computer to adjust the keys and notes to his likening, and definitely ignored the fact they sounded more lonely than usual. He was so pleased that Namjoon was not here to tease him about his current state. 

What he wasn't expecting was to see Jung Hoseok standing in his bedroom doorway, eyes like saucers and staring at the mess of kid hurricane that was his apartment. Terror clutched everything inside Yoongi as he tore his headphones and scrambled to his feet.

"Hobi? What are you d-doing here?" he breathed, staring at his best friend who was clutching Minjun's stuffed teddy he had left in his hand while looking at Yoongi with disbelief and weariness.

"I haven't see you, like, all weekend and I came to make sure you were still fucking breathing," Hoseok snapped, somewhat impatiently before he held up the teddy. "Why do you have kid things? Or, really, I gotta know, what's with the cartoons and the pillow fortress out there?"

"I- uh," Yoongi mumbled, mind scrambling for an excuse. Jeongguk was still weary, still unsure of how to tell others about his son, and Yoongi could understand that. When he went out with Minjun to get him little converse shoes, he had gotten some comments about his age and his 'bastard' son.

Hoseok was staring at him, a bit of hurt reflecting in his brown eyes.

"Dude, I'm your best friend. If you're a Little, I ain't gonna judge," he said, his tone low and serious. Yoongi sputtered, eyes blinking as the term slammed into his head like a sledgehammer. "I mean, granted, I am definitely gonna have to research. Do you have punishments? I can find a Caregiver-"

"Hoseok!"

"What?" he said, looking back at Yoongi with nose scrunch. "It's not that big of a deal. That at least explains the juice boxes. And why you blushed when Jeongguk put the band-aid on you- ohh is he your Care-"

"Please shut the hell up," Yoongi groaned, rubbing his face. "I am not a Little. Do not ever say that again, please, for my own sanity."

Hoseok glanced around the house. "Okay, then care to explain why you're apartment all of the sudden has kid shit all over?"

Yoongi opened his mouth, and then closed it again. There was a big part of him that started to feel the first sliver of fear. What would Hoseok think? He hated that tiny doubting voice in the back of his head. It was Hoseok. 

He wouldn't judge, would he? 

But Jeongguk wasn't ready for the other to know, and it wouldn't be fair of him to tell Hoseok. Even though they were friends, Jeongguk's anxiety about it was strong and he could understand.

Hoseok scowled. "Yoongi, what is going on? I'm your best friend, and I feel like you have been keeping me at a distance this past month... is it because I haven't told you who I'm dating?" Tears sprung in his eyes. Yoongi shook his head firmly. 

"No! It's just... it's not my secret to tell, Hobs... I can't... I can't tell you," he finally whispered. Hoseok stared at him a moment, exhaling loudly, then turned his head away with a frown twitching at his lips. "I'm sorry, Hobi. I want to tell you-"

"Don't bother," he said, turning on his heel. Yoongi's eyes widened as his best friend turned his back on him and headed for the front door. Chest heaving slightly, Yoongi rushed over and grabbed his wrist, yanking him back. 

"Hobi, please, wait," he pleaded, but the red haired shoved his grip off and pinned Yoongi with a look that sent shivers racing over his skin. 

"Everyone is keeping secrets from me!" Hoseok snapped, voice cold and rough and it startled the older man as he gulped. "Do you all think I am stupid? Namjoon, Taehyung, Jeongguk- and now you? I'm tired of feeling left out! I am so fucking tired of it."

Throwing open the door, the red haired disappeared into the night.

Jeongguk strolled into dance with a soft smile, eager to see Yoongi and spend some time with him. Yoongi was planning on coming with him today- they planned it yesterday when Jeongguk picked up his son- and he was so ready for an easy night of homework and lazy date on the couch.

But what he saw when he walked into the semi-full dance studio made his smile fade and his eyes to widen. Hoseok was sitting far away from Yoongi. His brown eyes were red slightly, dark circles under his eyes, and his usually bubbly smile was replaced with a look so heartbreaking that Jeongguk felt his breathe catch.

Yoongi was sitting in his usual place, his head down and eyes sad as he kept shooting glances towards Hoseok with pleading eyes. The red haired man seemed to be having none of it as he barely even looked his way, staring straight ahead blankly.

When Jeongguk stepped into the room, Hoseok looked over, their eyes locking a moment before the older turned his head away like he didn't even know him. There was no smile, no loud 'Jeonggukkie~', just a silence that rang louder than any sound.

On slow legs, Jeongguk approached Yoongi and sat on the floor, staring at Hoseok in worry and fear. Yoongi offered a weak smile, reaching over and lacing their fingers together. "Hyung, what... what is wrong with Hobi hyung?"

He exhaled slowly, his dark orbs glistening with crystal tears that caused him to turn his head away before Jeongguk could notice, but he did anyways. "He... he knows that we're keeping things from him... Me, Joon, and you- along, with uh... his secret boyfriend," he mumbled, voice cracking slightly. He heaved a shuddering breathe. "He walked into my apartment last night... after Min left. He saw the kid stuff and... he wanted to know why."

Jeongguk tensed, body coiling like a spring as dread tickled in the pit of his belly. Was he angry because he had a son? Did he hate him now that he knew? Was he thinking about how disgusting Jeongguk must be to have a three year old?

Yoongi squeezed his hand firmly, dragging Jeongguk's eyes back to him. "I didn't tell him, Guk. I would never do that." Jeongguk released a soft breathe, but his heart still ached. He didn't like the fact that they were fighting. They may not be as close as him and Yoongi, but he did care about him. "Which is why he is mad. Upset. He thinks everyone is keeping stuff from him, and sadly, he isn't wrong."

Jeongguk frowned. "Why would his boyfriend keep stuff from him?" he wondered. Yoongi hesitated before he looked down.

"Because of who he is," he said slowly. "I may know who he is because he came to me for advice, but I respect his choice to wait till he is comfortable before, well, I say who. But just know it's, uh, pretty shocking, okay?" 

A part of Jeongguk wanted to push, to question, but he knew what it was like to have a secret so he had no reason to even deny or question. But he hated the sadness that was hovering over Yoongi like a cloud, his lips turned downward and his eyes constantly looking towards his best friend.

He was solemn, almost heartbroken it seemed, and it made Jeongguk feel a wave of guilt blister over conscious. Hoseok wasn't speaking to Yoongi because it was Jeongguk's secret that he was protecting. 

His heart clenched painfully- that wasn't fair. Not to Yoongi, and definitely not to Hoseok who looked agonized and so utterly alone. 

"Namjoon called me in a panic since Hoseok wasn't answering his calls- he has cut both of us off," he continued, a pained look crossing his features as he looked back at his lap. Jeongguk bit his lip, turning his eyes towards Hoseok and noticed the way he kept his eyes forward.

"Hyung... after class... he's coming with us," he finally said. Yoongi's head jerked up, confusion on his face as Jeongguk turned and showed a look of determination and slight anxiety as he offered a tiny smile. "Hobi hyung is my friend and I need to... I need to get over this fear. He has a right to know."

Yoongi frowned, brow furrowing as he rubbed his thumb lovingly over Jeongguk's hand. "Jeongguk, if you really aren't ready, it's okay. I'll figure out a way to-"

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, leaning forward and crashing his lips against Yoongi in a mess of teeth and lips. The older froze before he growled, gripping at Jeongguk's hips as he pulled him forward so he could feel his hard chest against his.

Pulling away, he smirked at Yoongi's stunned expression, his hands slithering down his arms and resting against the other's waist. "It's time for me to grow up. I'm not... I'm not alone anymore. I have Jin, I have Tae, and I have a boyfriend who I love with all I have because he saw me when no one else did... Minjun is mine, and Hobi my friend. I need more faith in my friends." 

Yoongi slipped his hands under Jeongguk's loose shirt, his fingers trailing lines of heat over his slender waist. He loved when Yoongi did that- it brought out the more submissive side of him but right now, he wanted to lighten the mood. 

Be more playful.

He grinned sweetly as he leaned back down and nipped Yoongi's bottom lip. He felt pride swell in his chest when he felt Yoongi straighten up like a iron rod, a groan going through his throat before he cast Jeongguk a warning look.

"Careful Bunny- we might just be skipping class today if you keep that up," he warned darkly. Jeongguk shivered- he knew the older would follow up his threat, so with one more lick and kiss, he pulled away and started stretching.

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Brat."

"Your brat," he added cheekily. Yoongi mentally agreed but he pursed his lips and kept quiet as the professor came in and started class. Jeongguk watched as the happiness fled the older's eyes as he stood, turning his eyes to Hoseok who kept his distance.

Jeongguk swallowed thickly. Tonight, he was going to fix this. He was going to bring Hoseok to his house with Yoongi and explain. He was going to explain everything. The idea of never speaking to the red haired again hurt more than he wanted to admit, so he would do this for him and for Yoongi.

The other big part of him was terrified- another person knew about his son and the more likely there was going to be some judgement. But as he said, he had to start opening up more. He had people, and he wasn't back in Busan.

He can't be alone forever.

Despite the fact Jeongguk loved to dance, his mind wasn't on the dancing. He moved his body all the right way, but he knew that it was emotionless and blank. Everything he hated doing, but right now, his mind was running over different outcomes of what tonight would bring.

Sweat was dripping from his head as the class finally finished, his chest heaving as he wiped his brow and glanced towards Yoongi who was lying on the floor, moaning lightly- as if trying to keep things normal- but it didn't work since Hoseok merely grabbed his bag and made the move to leave.

Jeongguk scrambled to get in his way, stepping in front of him with a nervous expression. Hoseok frowned, and he was stunned by the fact that the man who was usually pretty cheery was actually quite intimidating.

"Jeongguk, move." 

"No," the other replied stubbornly, even if he felt shaky on the inside. He was already determined to do this. He would do it. "Hyung, listen-"

"I don't like like listening to liars. Now get the fuck out of my way and scurry back to your boy toy," the other growled, anger and betrayal so hot in his tone that Jeongguk flinched. Hoseok had never once been this aggressive and it honestly scared him. 

"Please, can you just, listen?" Jeongguk begged, grabbing Hoseok's arm as he moved to go past them. Hoseok snarled, wrenching his arm away but Jeongguk held tighter and scowled. 

"Let. Me. Go."

"No." Hoseok snarled at the brisk answer, the rage and pain in his eyes stark as Jeongguk tightened his hold just a bit more and stared right back. They stood there, tense, before Hoseok looked away. "Will you listen now?"

"Why should I?"

"Because you're my friend," he stated simply. Hoseok stared at him a moment, mouth pressed into a firm line and his brows pinched. "And I want to explain why Yoongi hyung wouldn't tell you. Just... you have to trust me."

Hoseok sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, but agreed wordlessly. Jeongguk heaved a relieved breathe as he loosened his hold on the other's arm and nodded his head to keep the tears from filling his eyes. 

Yoongi walked over carefully, eyes downcast as he held both his and Jeongguk's bag. Jeongguk took the bag, smiling faintly, before he led the two of them towards the door when it opened forcefully.

Jeongguk stopped, confused when he saw Taehyung standing there. His face was red, cheeks slightly puffy as he stood there panting, looking as if he had run all the way there. His brown eyes were glinting. 

"Taehyung?" he asked. Yoongi suddenly swore, looking anxious and nervous as his eyes slid to Hoseok whose face shut down again, dark eyes dull. Taehyung didn't even seem to notice the fact everyone was staring at him.

Jeongguk heard the whispers, the oily words. 

"Isn't that Kim Taehyung?"

"What is he doing here?"

"God, he is hotter in person."

He looked rattled, slightly a mess in his black ripped jeans, his sliders falling off his feet, and his dark hair falling in front of his eyes. His long fingers devoid of any rings and his eyes locked solely on Hoseok.

Jeongguk felt as if he was missing something when Yoongi's hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged him closer as the whole class stared at the breathless photography major. 

"Hobi," the man called, his deep velvet coming out in a pleading voice that was dragged out in the mirrored room. Hoseok didn't even react, just stared at him blankly. "I'm not lying to you. I'm not... please, I'm trying so hard. Can't we talk about this?"

"Talk about what, Taehyung? You made your stance very clear," Hoseok answered, his voice carefully blank and empty. Taehyung flinched, eyes flickering over the other students before he licked his lips and flushed. 

"Hobi, please. Can't we just talk about this?"

"What is there to say?" the other questioned, moving to go past him. Taehyung's eyes widened and Jeongguk saw a flash of panic and terror before he squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth.

"I'm in love with you!" he shouted. Hoseok froze, his mouth falling upon as the entire room became deadly silent. Tears fell like crystals from Taehyung's eyes as he opened them to meet Hoseok's stunned ones. "I'm in love with you. I'm sorry it took me this long to say it. I know I am a coward. I'm sorry that I can't just.. I can't just admit I'm in love with a man like you can. I'm sorry. Does this help?" Taehyung turned to the dance class and exhaled. "I, Kim Taehyung, am dating a man. I'm... I'm gay, and I love him."

"Taehyung, stop," Hoseok murmured, looking strained and heartbroken as Taehyung pushed past him to stand in the center of the room. He looked scared, but determined as he looked back at Hoseok. "Taehyung-"

"I'm fucking gay. I like cock. I'm dating Jung Hoseok and I love him," Taehyung stated, voice trembling a little as his body trembled and shook. The room was so quiet as they all looked towards Hoseok.

The red haired stepped forward, approaching the silently crying boy who was gripping his trembling hands. When he approached, Jeongguk watched in stunned silence as Taehyung stared into Hoseok's face with a little whimper.

"I-I didn't l-lie... I am not cheating... I swear... I love you, I was just... I'm so fucking scared of what I feel," he blubbered. Hoseok shushed him, reaching up to cup Taehyung's cheek. 

"I love you too, you stupid idiot," he muttered before he swooped down and claimed Taehyung's lips. Jeongguk felt as if he had been smacked in the face. He was so confused, his mind scrambling to understand what the hell was happening.

Yoongi glanced over, his cat eyes looking slightly amused. "Shocking, right?"

Jeongguk sputtered, turning towards his boyfriend with bewildered eyes. "You... you really knew about this?" he asked, voice an octave higher. Yoongi nodded his head. 

"Yep. And trust me, it was the most disturbing and awkward moment in my entire life and I promptly washed my mouth a billion times with an entire bottle of mouth wash," he said, shuddering a moment with a pinched expression. Jeongguk wasn't sure he wanted to know. 

Jeongguk looked back at the kissing couple. "Taehyung is... he's gay." 

"Yeah. I know. I was, uh, blown away too," he continued, shaking his head with a cluck of his tongue. Jeongguk felt his soul leave his body when he realized what Hoseok meant by everyone lying. 

Taehyung was keeping his secret too.

"Oh... that's why... Hoseok is the only one who doesn't... he doesn't know," Jeongguk said, the guilt nearly causing his knees to give out beneath him. Yoongi frowned and grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "This is all my fault."

"No. It is no one's fault. And we can make it up to him. All of us together, really," Yoongi said, gesturing to the way Hoseok was now hugging Taehyung close and the other dancers were smiling to one another- pleased to see the fight was over. 

Smiling, he watched as Yoongi walked over slowly to the two of them. Taehyung wiped his face, grinning when he saw the older and gave him a quick hug in affection that stunned Hoseok. Jeongguk chuckled.

"Tae, you know Yoongi?"

"Intimately," Yoongi joked. Taehyung flushed bright red, smacking his arm. "No, but... yes, we met and are friends. You got yourself a keeper."

"Yeah. I do," he said, smiling at Taehyung before he cleared his throat. "I'm still pissed at you. I still hate the lies."

Jeongguk walked over and gave a tiny smile, drawing Hoseok's attention. His smile faltered, eyes weary and unsure. Taehyung suddenly turned the brightest red he had ever seen, a squeak leaving his lips as he ducked behind Hoseok.

Smirking, the younger winked but didn't comment. He would save that for later, for sure. "Hyung, none of them are lying to you on purpose. They are doing it for me. If you come with us... I'll show you. I'll explain everything."

Hoseok frowned, then glanced at Taehyung who looked surprised, but the way his eyes lit up and his mouth pulled into the biggest rectangular grin showed that he approved. 

"You know about this, Tae?" he asked quietly. Taehyung hesitated, playing with his fingers a moment as he looked nervous. He nodded once. Hoseok trailed his eyes towards Yoongi, then Jeongguk before he sighed. "Okay."

They quietly left the dance studio, and Jeongguk finally felt as if he could breath until he remembered that they were headed for his house. Stepping out of his college life, and into his world. 

The nerves made his shoulders sink in, his bottom lip going between his teeth, and he cut a glance towards Hoseok. The man was holding onto Taehyung's hand, but he wasn't speaking. He was staring at the ground as he trailed behind Yoongi and Jeongguk.

They boarded the subway, his stomach twisting and his body shaking. Yoongi was kissing him gently, rubbing his back to offer some form of comfort and it worked a little. His muscles loosened.

Reaching the door to his apartment, he paused, his mind racing. Yoongi let him, and he was grateful because he needed this moment. He needed the breathe and hesitate before he turned and looked at Hoseok with a sad smile.

"Please... don't judge."

Without waiting for the answer, he opened the door and pushed himself inside. It looked the way it always did, pictures of Minjun and the others were all around the walls, the scent of fresh food cooked swirling in the air, and the same messy apartment from the three year old's toys laying around.

He didn't pause in the doorway as he dropped his stuff down and walked briskly inside. He could hear the TV and Seokjin's soft murmurs to his baby. He knew that the others were following, and he couldn't bare to look.

Rounding the corner to the living room, he saw his son already in his pajamas, lying on Seokjin who was draped over the couch with his hand rubbing the baby's back as his eyes were glued to American Idol in rapt interest. 

"Min?" he called quietly. The three year old squealed, climbing off Seokjin as he screamed out a loud "daddy!" and came barreling towards him. Jeongguk didn't hesitate to swoop him up in his arms, peppering him with little kisses and breathing in the baby powder scent. 

He ignored the gasp of confusion from Hoseok, and the worried and unsure eyes of Seokjin as he sat up, staring towards the group of people that hovered in the doorway as the scene unfolded. He just focused on his son's tiny hand gripping his shirt. 

"Daddy, miss you," he mumbled. Jeongguk nuzzled him sweetly. Minjun gasped, tugging at a strand of his hair. "TaeTae! Yoonie!" the babe suddenly shouted, unable to see the other who was hidden behind the two.

Jeongguk turned, setting him down so he rush into Taehyung's awaiting arms. "My favorite little Mini!" Taehyung squealed, twirling the baby around excitedly as the boy squealed and grinned as he hugged Taehyung before he made grabby hands for Yoongi.

Jeongguk watched as Yoongi pulled Minjun into his arms and held him tightly. Wordlessly, he turned his body so that Hoseok could see him clutching onto the toddler with all his might, eyes burning with something unreadable while Minjun noticed his presence. 

He went quiet, staring at Hoseok with slight surprise and weariness as he clung tighter to Yoongi. The older man hugged him a bit tighter, murmuring a soft "it's okay" while Jeongguk gave Hoseok a little smile.

"Minjun, you remember Hoseok right?" he said, gaining the toddler's attention. "He is friend's with Yoongi. We met him at the grocery store." He scrunched his nose, looking back at Hoseok curiously as he tried to remember. 

Jeongguk tried to read his face, attempted to understand the emotions that were like a whirlpool within his eyes. He couldn't. So, he reached over and pulled Minjun to his hip, approaching Hoseok with a soft, frightened smile.

"Hyung, you remember Minjun. My son."

There. Something flashed in his eyes as he stared at Jeongguk's features, mouth parted slightly in surprise before they flickered back to the toddler who gave a shy wave before ducking his head into the crook of my neck.

"I don't... I don't understand," Hoseok finally muttered. Taehyung gave a shaky laugh, running his hands over Minjun's back encouragingly, keeping his eyes locked on his boyfriend while Jeongguk kept still, waiting.

"Minjun isn't Jin hyung's. He's Jeongguk's. And I am Jeongguk's best friend," he explained, giving a soft laugh. Hoseok looked confused as he turned to look at Seokjin who offered a smile and sweet wave. "Jin hyung is his older brother, kind of, and well, Yoongi hyung is of course dating him."

"But... Jeongguk's nineteen?" Hoseok breathed. "And dating a guy?"

"It's a long story," Jeongguk muttered, his tongue clicking against his teeth. Hoseok looked just bewildered before his eyes dropped to Minjun, who was making grabby hands towards Taehyung who eagerly swooped him up and kissed his cheeks. 

Yoongi coughed. "Hobi, we weren't lying to you because we wanted to. Jeongguk and Minjun have been through a lot. We were... we were a little nervous telling you," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Hoseok's eyes darted over. "And Jeongguk asked us not to. I respect his choice."

Jeongguk watched as Hoseok looked down, a thoughtful and carefully guarded expression his features as he looked over to where Taehyung was rocking Minjun back and forth, the toddler quickly becoming sleepy at the hummed tune in his deep voice.

"What about Joon? Why is he lying to me?"

"Oh that's my fault," Seokjin perked up, a tiny blush tinting his cheeks as he walked forward and held out his hand. "Hi, we already met before, but I'm Jin, and I am Namjoon's boyfriend." Hoseok's already confused face turned to complete and utter shock as he stared at the pink haired man in disbelief.

"You... you're... wait, what?"  he breathed, numbly taking the offered hand. Seokjin laughed lightly, shaking it before he winked. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"I know. Namjoon's got an interesting taste, doesn't he? Don't be fooled by that handsome face- the guy is crazy," Yoongi warned firmly. Seokjin pursed his lips, turning to give Yoongi a look and fluttered his eyes.

"You think I am handsome, Yoongles?"

"Bite me," he snapped towards the older, which caused Taehyung to break into soft laughter since he was trying to keep Minjun in his half-asleep state. Seokjin smirked, eyes skittering over Yoongi's body.

"I'll let Jeongguk do that for me," he answered. Jeongguk choked on his saliva, hissing a bit as he glared at his older brother with gritted teeth. Seokjin shrugged, unbothered, while Yoongi groaned and rubbed his temples.

"I am never letting you babysit Min again after that comment," Yoongi remarked drily. Hoseok could only watch in amusement and stunned silence at the lighthearted conversion that was unfolded. He took this moment to study Minjun, locked within his boyfriend's arms, and felt his heart clench.

"So... none of you were lying to me?" Hoseok finally asked calmly. Taehyung looked up through his chocolate fringe, offering a tiny smile and a head shake.

"No. Yes, I didn't really tell you that I was coming to babysit, or to hang out with a toddler, but I wasn't cheating on you, Hobi. I swear," he pleaded. Hoseok nodded numbly, but felt relieved. Everything was starting to make sense, and it relieved him.

"And the toys throughout my apartment are Min's. I was babysitting the entire weekend, which is why Namjoon- the bastard- was trying to keep you away since he knew that Jeongguk wasn't ready," Yoongi finished. 

The quiet lapsed between them a moment, and Jeongguk felt anxious and unsure, so he reached over and pulled his now asleep son into his arms and ducked his head, mumbling a "it's his bedtime" before he hurried to his bedroom.

Laying the toddler down on the bed, Jeongguk ruffled his hair before he pulled the covers up and kissed his forehead. He didn't even stir, thumb in his mouth and breathing even as he slept. 

"I'm sorry, Jeongguk," Hoseok's quiet voice spoke out. Jeongguk looked up to see him standing in the doorway, looking sheepish and apologetic. "I was... I was so angry that I felt so left out that I didn't even try and think that their might be a good reason. I'm a hyung to you and yet I acted so childishly. I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Jeongguk mused, offering a tiny smile. "You didn't know and it seemed like everyone you cared about was against you. I don't blame you. It's why I brought you here tonight. I figured showing you was better than telling."

Hoseok nodded dumbly. Jeongguk turned back to Minjun, checking him once more before he stood and walked closer to the door. The other hesitated, looking towards the baby and then back at Jeongguk.

"He's is beautiful, Guk," he murmured. Jeongguk smiled.

"Thanks."

After returning to the living room, Jeongguk watched as Yoongi approached Hoseok, opening his mouth to say something, but Hoseok only pulled him into his arms and held him tightly. Yoongi smiled, softening, and hugged his best friend back.

Seokjin clucked his tongue. "Well, this has been a night. Guk, there is food for you and Vampire over there, so be sure to eat something that isn't each other." Jeongguk groaned as the man winked and grabbed his bag. "I love you, Guk. See you tomorrow." 

Jeongguk nodded, waving a bit as the older left the apartment. Taehyung sighed, fiddling with his fingers when Hoseok came over, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into his arms. Gasping, the chocolate haired placed his hands on Hoseok's shoulder.

"I'm sorry I was a dick," Hoseok murmured before he claimed Taehyung's lips. Jeongguk arched a brow, slightly amused, as he watched his best friend melt in the other's arms. He sighed into the kiss, leaning his entire body against the other.

"Please... do not fuck near me. I'm still scarred from last conversion, Tae," Yoongi groaned, covering his eyes. Taehyung broke away, blushing bright red while Hoseok peppered his face with little kisses. Turning to face Yoongi, he smiled and placed his hand around his waist.

"Yoongi, this is Taehyung. My boyfriend."

"Ah, that explains the tongue down his throat," Yoongi quipped, rolling his eyes. Jeongguk snickered, amused at the sarcasm. "Yes, I know who he is, you dork. Now leave, cause I have some cuddling and my own kissing to get to." 

Hoseok laughed, hugged him again, before taking Taehyung's hand and leading him to the door. Jeongguk caught his friend's eyes, blushing when he saw 'we are gonna talk later' being mouthed at him. He turned pink and hurried after his boyfriend.

Once everyone was gone, Jeongguk sagged and rubbed his temples. "Well, that was interesting," he muttered. Yoongi laughed, pulling Jeongguk against him and rubbing his nose over Jeongguk's collarbone.

"Can we please cuddle now?" Yoongi whined. Jeongguk chuckled, kissing his lips before he scrunched his nose at the now dried sweat that caked both of them. He pulled away with a frown. 

"After we bathe," he started firmly. "We stink."

Yoongi sighed, but mumbled a soft 'fine' before he perked up, a slow smirk crossing his features. "Alright, I'll agree if we bathe together." 

Jeongguk coughed, sputtering a bit at the murmured words as Yoongi;s lips curved in the most sexy and mischievous smile that he had ever seen. Everything in Jeongguk's body heat up- the pit of his belly bubbling a bit at the idea.

He swallowed roughly. "But, hyung, we haven't... we never... we never even had sex? Taking a bath together seems, uh..."

"Baby, love and intimacy isn't always sex," Yoongi said, chuckling a bit. "I want to be closer to you than just sex. I want to be there for you at your worst, and your best. I want to show my love in other ways."

Yoongi turned red at the confession, feeling like his heart was going to burst from his chest at the words while Jeongguk could only stare stunned. How could anyone say that this man was cold and cruel? He had to be one of the most thoughtful and peaceful men he had ever met and he felt himself fall just a little more in love. 

"Min Yoongi, you are... you're perfect," Jeongguk murmured, grabbing his shirt and pulling him up so that he could crash his lips hungrily against his. Yoongi chuckled against his lips, tilting his head and taking over the kiss.

Jeongguk was beginning to feel cheeky, groaning as he shoved Yoongi back so that his knees hit the edge of his couch. Yoongi gasped as he fell backwards, but Jeongguk didn't hesitate to reconnect their bodies and lips as he adjusted his weight to fit their new positions. 

Yoongi grinned, loving the way he felt the younger roll his hips, teasing him as he felt the slight bulge press against his own and his hands trailing to the waistband of Yoongi's sweatpants. Yoongi grabbed his hands and pulled them back to his waist.

Jeongguk loved the feeling of him- the way his heat pressed against him and the rough way his tongue took over his mouth, reminding him that he was more dominant despite the fact Jeongguk liked to test that as often as he could.

Jeongguk moved to remove Yoongi's pants, but the older pulled away and chuckled at the whine that erupted from the younger's throat as he gazed at Yoongi with hooded, lustful eyes. "Guk, I don't want to make love with you yet. Not when there is a three year old in the bedroom and our bodies smelly from dancing."

"But I want you," Jeongguk pouted, suddenly feeling like a teenager that was madly in love and desperate to feel that love. Yoongi chuckled, loving that he made Jeongguk able to be like this- to loosen up and show that youthfulness that he had been denied. 

"You have me. God, you have no idea how much you own me," Yoongi groaned, kissing him again. "But I want our first time special, and preferably without a three year old that could walk in on it." He arched a brow.

Jeongguk sighed, but mentally agreed with him. He pouted, finger trailing the skin above the belt of his boyfriend and delighted in the shiver that he had caused in the other. Yoongi took his hand and ruffled his hair.

"You're right..." he grumbled, still pouting. Yoongi chuckled, running his fingers lightly over Jeongguk's cheek. He blushed a bit, then felt cheeky again as he trailed his fingers up so that Yoongi's stomach was lightly exposed. "You've been gaining some muscle. I want to lick them."

Bending down, he ran his tongue over the bottom of his stomach, past his belly button and then lifted his head to see Yoongi panting lightly with a glower. "Baby- you're killing me. Such a brat."

"If I can't get what I want, I gotta be bratty," he answered sweetly, licking his lips. "And now I got my treat." 

"Whatever. Come on, you brat, and let's go shower together." Jeongguk laughed but let Yoongi stand and led him to the bathroom. Jeongguk watched with soft glinting eyes as Yoongi closed the door and started the water, checking the temperature. "Strip."

"How about you strip me?" Jeongguk requested, eyes flashing as that little bunny smirk tugged at his lips, watching Yoongi's reaction. The older turned to look at him, but then with slow measured steps stopped in front of Jeongguk.

The younger didn't move, twinkling eyes challenging and steady as he stared into the glinting cat-like eyes that stared back. Yoongi smirked suddenly, pale pink lips twisting into a sinful look as his hands reached up and touched the hem of Jeongguk's black tee.

"What are you waiting for?" Jeongguk breathed, eyes unmoving. Yoongi chuckled and it sent shivers to race over him as Yoongi leaned down, teeth grabbing the hem of his shirt, eyes looking up as Jeongguk's entire body shuddered.

Breathing picking up, he watched eagerly as Yoongi tugged at the hem of his shirt with his white teeth, slowly standing so that his shirt raised, hot fingers running over the contours of his abs. Raising his arms, he felt Yoongi tear off his shirt, the cold air making his nipples taunt. 

Jeongguk felt exposed as Yoongi stepped back, tossing the shirt away to admire the tawny skin stretched over thick muscles and defined abs that flexed nervously with each breathe. Jeongguk felt the first tendril of nervousness brush the edges of his mind when he felt the hot look the other was giving him.

Yoongi groaned. "Fuck, you look so beautiful. You're like artwork. So perfect," he moaned lightly, reaching over to place his hands on hip, thumb running over the soft skin. Jeongguk bit his lip, holding back a soft whimper.

Smirking again, Yoongi's hand shifted so that it was right above the waistband of his sweats. He looked back into Jeongguk's eyes, noting the red cheeks and determined glint. "We aren't going to have sex, but I am going to bathe you baby. You've taken care of Minjun alone for so long, so let me take care of you for once."

Jeongguk nodded. Yoongi pulled back at the sweats, letting them pool around his ankles. Jeongguk turned red at his Iron Man boxers- where do you think his son got it from?- while Yoongi just hissed in delight.

He motioned for the younger to step out of his sweats and he obeyed. Yoongi then stepped closer against before he eyed him up and down. Jeongguk arched a playful brow, challenge him back. 

Yoongi chuckled before he pulled the boxers off. Jeongguk shivered, feeling the air touch him and he didn't miss the way his eyes dropped to his exposed groin and he felt the first touch of embarrassment until he saw the lust return to his eyes.

He cleared his throat before stepped back. "You should check the water. Make sure it isn't too hot," he mumbled. Jeongguk did as he was told, then turned to see Yoongi pull off his shirt, then his pants until he was as naked as Jeongguk.

Both were blushing and looking flustered, eyes roaming over their bodies, and Jeongguk honestly found it hard to not reach over and touch every inch of the man in front of him. Lean body, somewhat defined and vein-filled arms. He looked so stunning and yet perfect. Like a delicate doll. 

Jeongguk stepped into the shower, Yoongi following suit and closed the curtain. The hot water blasted against the two as they closed their eyes. Jeongguk moved to grab the shampoo but Yoongi shook his hand and squirted some on his hands.

"Remember? It's my time now to treat you," Yoongi whispered. Jeongguk smiled and turned around, letting big hands massage shampoo into his scalp, eliciting a groan before Jeongguk even realized it. He turned pink as Yoongi chuckled, kissing the nape of his neck. 

It continued this way a moment until he rinsed out his hair then started on the conditioner. Jeongguk felt like puddy under those big hands soothing his scalp. His muscles loosened and relaxed the more his rough fingers worked until his hair was rinsed again.

Yoongi chuckled as he turned Jeongguk around, water splashing over both of them as he rested his hands on his hips before kissing him lightly. Jeongguk had never felt more loved.

"Serendipity," Jeongguk breathed. Yoongi paused, brow furrowing in confusion as he pulled away and searched Jeongguk's features. There was surprise, slight confusion. Jeongguk smiled. "You're my Serendipity."

Yoongi smiled before he let Jeongguk wash his hair and they both climbed out together. Drying each other off, as if touching something gentle, Jeongguk wondered if this could be his life now. If they could do this every night, spend fifteen minutes locked away in a hidden place and just love one another.

Dressing slowly, they exited the bathroom and clamber into the bed. Jeongguk pulled his son into his arms, kissing his hair and murmuring sweet nothing as Yoongi draped his arm across both, whispering his own words of love.

"Jeongguk?" he suddenly hummed, looking through his damp fringe. Jeongguk hummed low. "Let's move in together. Get a new apartment. Make it ours." 

Jeongguk felt his body thrum with happiness- sheer, uncensored happiness- and before he knew it, he was breathing out a pleased "yes".

"But do you have sunscreen?" Jeongguk asked, brow knitted as he stared down at the brown duffel bag with his bottom lip between his teeth and nose twitching nervously. Yoongi glanced up from his all black duffel, amused and exasperated as he stared at the younger man. "Min will throw a major fit if he ends up sunburned-"

"Guk!" Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back as he raised his brows past his currently bright blue hair- he did not want it but it was Minjun's choice and he can't deny the little booger anything. 

Jeongguk flushed, ears burning as he realized that he was doing it again as they stood in their shared bedroom. Two of their bags filled with clothes, swim trunks, and another smaller bag that was Minjun's between them.

"Sorry- I was just-"

"Baby, you're worrying like a mother," Yoongi teased, walking around their queen sized bed that was a decorated in soft burgundy duvet to match the tan and white trim of the room of the master bedroom. 

Jeongguk sighed, closing his eyes as Yoongi placed his large hands on his waist, pulling him so that their bodies were flush against once another and the scent of his mint breathe and cologne whirled within his senses.

Yoongi nuzzled Jeongguk's cheek, watching in slight amusement as the tension between his shoulders lessened slightly and he unwound like a coil beneath his slightly chilled nose shifting down to his collarbone. 

"Stop worrying so much. Yes, the sunscreen was packed. We packed extra diapers just in case, his snacks, his clothes. His swim trunks, inhaler. All of it." Yoongi nipped at the spot between his collarbone and neck, a hiss echoing as Jeongguk grabbed Yoongi's shoulders to steady himself. "Stop fretting- you're acting like a wife."

"Shut up!" Jeongguk snapped, though there was no real fire behind his words as he narrowed his brown eyes on his boyfriend and lover. Yoongi chuckled and pecked his lips. 

"Then stop worrying. We are going to Jeju Island, not america, babe," he said, then kissed him again just to hear their bedroom door get pushed him. Yoongi withheld a groan as he pulled away from Jeongguk to see Minjun standing in the doorway with a pout.

"Daddy, Yoonie, I'm hungwy," he pouted, tiny hand gripping the knob. "Snack pwease?" 

Jeongguk sighed, slight frustration in his eyes as his hand raked through his hair. He moved to grab Minjun's hand and pull him to the kitchen but Yoongi shook his head, silently telling him he got it before he gestured for the bags.

Kissing his cheek, he let Yoongi take Minjun's hand and lead him to the kitchen of their one story, two bedroom, two bath house that they bought months ago- back in February- and had been living in ever since.

It was pretty simple setup, something Yoongi appreciated, and the color schemes were all picked by Jin because neither Jeongguk or Yoongi could really be bothered. The living room had black leather couches, a nice wooden coffee table and a nice TV and a TV stand.

There was a bookcase that was filled with part movies and part books that was on the other side of the two couches and recliner. The floor was simple hardwood because toddler's and carpet do not get along- at all.

After a small hallway was the dining room that was connected to their kitchen which was updated, cabinets a dark brown and the refrigerator new. It was a simple and wonderful house while Minjun got his own room and his own bathroom- the best part in Jeongguk and Yoongi's book.

"Min, what did me and daddy say about walking into our bedroom when the door is closed?" Yoongi chaste lightly, glancing down at the tiny three year old- soon to be four in a few months- and frowned. 

Minjun glanced down. "Knock first," he replied quietly.

"Fix the wrong."

"Mini is sowwy for entering without knocking first, Yoonie," he apologized quietly. Yoongi squeezed his hand and arrived in the kitchen, pushing open the pantry doors and grabbing a package of gummy before handing them to Minjun.

The toddler brightened, hugging his legs before he dashed off towards his room. Chuckling to himself, he padded back to his bedroom and closed the door. Jeongguk was folding some more his clothes, placing them in the bag, while his brow was still knitted.

Walking up behind him, he placed his hands on his hips and slowly turned him to face him. Jeongguk smiled, hand reaching up and messing with his blue hair lovingly. "All packed?" Yoongi hummed softly.

"I think so. You have the plane tickets, right?" Jeongguk wondered. Yoongi nodded, glancing towards his passport and plane tickets waiting by his backpack by the dresser. He relaxed a bit more before he nuzzled Yoongi again. "Everyone is meeting us at the airport by seven a.m. I set an alarm."

"Why so early?" Yoongi groaned, his head falling on Jeongguk's shoulder. The younger laughed at the dramatic sigh that filled the room. "It's summer, you know? No early morning classes and Min sleeps in now. Till eight."

Jeongguk huffed, crossing his arms as he arched a brow. "Yeah- thanks by the way! He now won't want to wake up when school starts back up again. You're the one who is gonna deal with it too." 

"That's no fair! You sleep just as deeply!" Yoongi groaned, but Jeongguk only winked and blew him a kiss before he pulled away to head towards the bathroom. Yoongi pouted, rolling his eyes. "Whatever- dinner is on me tonight."

"Alright."

Yoongi wandered into the kitchen and started taking out ingredients for food and kept his ear out to hear Minjun in his bedroom playing with his toys and babbling to himself and caused him to smile.

Ever since they had moved in together, Yoongi has loved the sounds instead of the deafening silence of his old apartment. The walls were filled with pictures of them and their friends who have made it a point to make this their second home.

Everything felt so good that he couldn't imagine his life any differently. He wanted to go back in time and smack himself for saying those things all those months ago to Jeongguk. He had been so stupid.

Now it was August, Jeongguk was no longer a freshman, and in a few weeks he would be turning twenty years old. It was something that stunned the other as he tried to think of something to do for his birthday, but Taehyung had already planned out their few days of summer to "go have fun and live a little" at Jeju Island.

Yoongi didn't mind- though Jeongguk was worrying about Minjun as he usually was. It was so amusing how Jeongguk could go to a bunny nosed little brat that messed with Yoongi a little too much to being a complete soccer mom.

They hadn't done anything majorly sexual- mainly because there was no way with a three year old who could just walk in on them and well, neither of the two were willing for that and the questions that would soon following.

Even after living together, Yoongi was waiting for the right moment where they could finally give in and have a moment to themselves. The most sexual thing they have done is make out in the shower when Minjun is fast asleep in his bed. 

Who knew that having a kid could be the ultimate cock block?

Yoongi's phone went off. Without glancing at the ID and he continued to watch the food on the stove, he answered it with a small grunt and a purred out "hello?". It was probably Jin calling to remind him to not oversleep.

"Hey Yoongi, it's your mom?" 

Yoongi froze. He was exactly close with his parents, his father especially, and the most intimate conversion that he had really had with his mother who he actually talks to was usually by email and just telling her he survived his third year in college.

But she has never called him before and he never did either.

"Um, hi? Why are you calling?" he asked, then flinched when he realized how rude that was. If Jin heard that he would have been hit in the head. He cleared his throat. "Sorry, I mean, uh, hi?"

His mother chuckled on the line, seeming about as nervous as Yoongi when it came to speaking. Don't get Yoongi wrong, he loved his mom, but they would fight a lot when he was in high school, and his father never helped when he called him a disgrace when he came out as bisexual.

Then they use to fight a lot, and his mom was absent a lot during elementary school years so he spent more time with his older brother than his actual parents. He hadn't spoke to his parents since he was fifteen years old- and that after his father slapped his mother when he was drunk one night.

 His mother never stepped in to really defend Yoongi, so when he was eighteen he moved and attended college for what he wanted on a scholarship. 

They didn't really talk after that. Various emails here and there, but there was no real connection or anything. Yoongi's brother, Jungi, called every once in a while but he was married, off in Daegu, working on a good life so they hadn't spoke in a while either.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I just, I am coming up to Seoul in two weeks and well, I was wondering if I could come see you? Maybe stay with you?" her timid voice asked, as if walking on eggshells about the subject. "I know we haven't really spoken in a while, and well, I feel terrible about everything and I want... I want to get to know my son again. I know your apartment is small but I can sleep on the couch-"

"I don't live alone, mom," he muttered, cutting her off. A part of him wanted to tell her to go fuck herself but there was another part of him that wanted to fix this too. He saw how devastated Jeongguk was, never having a mother or a grandmother for Minjun.

And it's been years. Yoongi didn't hold grudges, but he was weary. People change- hell look at him? He had a freaking boyfriend, a kid, and lived in a house that could be known as "white picket fence, two and half kids" look. 

"Oh... you don't live alone? Do you have a roommate?" His mother wondered, a hint of softness and curiosity. He snorted- Jeongguk and Minjun were a lot of things but roommate was not one of them.

"No, mom, it's not that-"

"Yoonie?" Minjun called. Yoongi turned, seeing Minjun standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his eyes wide and hands clasped tightly around his favorite shirt and teddy bear. Yoongi smiled, grinning. 

"Hey baby, what's up?" he murmured softly, ruffling his hair. MInjun, the habit he has had for a while, gripped tightly to Yoongi's shirt while his thumb inched towards his mouth. He took it from him.

"I wants to pack shirtie. Is okay?" he asked, holding up the shirt. Yoongi nodded sweetly, kissing his cheek that caused the baby to squeal a bit. Patting him on his bum, he watched him teeter into the bedroom where Jeongguk squealed at seeing his son.

Yoongi chuckled before he turned back to the stove and suddenly remembered his mother was on the line. Clearing his throat, he coughed a bit and lifted the phone back to his ear.

"Yoongi, was that a baby?" she wondered, voice filled with an array of emotions. Yoongi snorted- he didn't really care what his mother thought about him anymore so he decided to just lay it out the way he wanted. 

"Yes. That was Minjun. He's my son," he stated firmly. He heard a sharp intake of breathe. "And no, I don't have a roommate. I'm dating."

"You had a baby? Yoon, I know we aren't close, but I at least want to know when you get a girl pregnant! I could have helped in some way or-"

"Mom, it's not a girl. I am dating a man." The line went quiet a moment before he heard a soft breathe being released.

"Oh- is the baby his?" she wondered softly. Yoongi was taken aback. There was no anger, no yelling or telling him that he was disgusting or that he should give up Minjun. Just soft wonder and curiosity.

He cleared his throat. "Uh, biologically yes. But, uh, Minjun has kind of become mine, I guess?" he replied, then felt his cheeks burn a little. His mother made a soft noise and he wondered if she was smiling.

"That's sweet, Yoongi. I never pictured you doing that for someone. What is the man's name? How old is he?"

"He's turning twenty soon, and Min is three," he replied proudly. He blushed again when he looked down at his feet. "His name is Jeon Jeongguk, and he is about to be a second year in college for vocal training."

His mother hummed, somewhat sweetly. "He sounds nice, Yoongi. I would love to meet him and Minjun if you let me. I meant what I said- what happened was... I do miss you, Yoongi. And I want to try and understand you better."

"What brought this on?" Yoongi blurted suddenly, but he didn't really care how rude the question generally was. It's been years, and now she wants to try and fix things? Have a relationship.

"Your father. He called me, drunk, whining about his "fucked up" son and I just... I snapped. I felt terrible for everything I did or didn't do when I have seen mothers give their lives for their kids, and me? I could barely give my time," she admitted softly. 

Yoongi was quiet a long moment, thinking carefully, before he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was willing to try- she at least deserves that much even if it makes him anxious and unsure. 

"Alright... I have to talk to Guk. Minjun is really shy and doesn't talk to strangers, so I do not know how he will feel about it, but I will ask, alright?" he said firmly. She breathed out a hitched sigh of relief. "But, if you so much as say anything bad about Jeongguk or Minjun I will never speak to you again. Understood?"

"Crystal. Thank you, Yoongi. Let me know, alright?" 

She hung up. Yoongi lowered the phone and bit his nail in thought as he started pulling the food off the stove and gathering plates. Jeongguk suddenly rounded the corner, Minjun on his hips and a soft smile on his face.

"Hey, food ready?" he called. Yoongi turned, relaxing when he saw the bright eyes and cute little bunny smile that his son matched. He nodded. "Awesome. Min, wanna set the table?"

"Okay!" he wiggled down and grabbed the (paper) plates before dashing to set up the dining room. Jeongguk chuckled before he approached Yoongi and slithered his hands around his waist, back-hugging him. 

Yoongi sighed as he felt soft, playful lips trailing over the slightly exposed skin of his nape, causing him to smirk lightly. "Baby, you better watch out. Your neck fetish is showing."

Jeongguk whined, front teeth grazing over the tender flesh of his collarbone that caused Yoongi to hiss, hand gripping the counter when he felt Jeongguk's hands shift and slid under his shirt so that they rested over the soft flesh of his belly. 

"Feeling like a troublemaker tonight?" Yoongi wondered, turning around so that he was facing Jeongguk with a arched brow. Jeongguk grinned, nose twitching cutely as he pecked Yoongi's lips, hand shifting upwards to touch his nibbles.

Yoongi jumped, shocked when he felt his fingers pinch and tug. Gasping in surprise and pleasure, he jerked backwards so that his hands gripped the counter when Jeongugk pulled back and winked.

"Oops, my hand slipped?" he said sweetly, head cocked to the side like a puppy. 

"Why you little...!" Yoongi shouted. Jeongguk laughed before he dashed out of the kitchen. Yoongi ran after him, cheeks pink as he followed him around the dining table. Minjun was squealing from the couch, jumping down and running from Yoongi too.

"Run Mini!" Jeongguk shouted, dashing around the kitchen table with a loud squeal. Yoongi lunged to grab him, but damn if the younger wasn't like a rabbit and managed to escape. Minjun giggled and followed after his father into the living room.

Yoongi was grinning as he followed them, noticing that they were in the space between the coffee table and the recliner, both wearing matching bunny smiles and bouncing a bit on their toes.

"Can't we talk this over, hyung?" Jeongguk asked sweetly, inching to the right. Minjun copied him, giggling and laughing, his smile so wide that you could see his tiny little teeth. Yoongi arched a brow, seeming to think about it.

"Hmmm, no," he answered then lunged around the table. Jeongguk shouted, swooping Minjun up and running the other way. Yoongi managed to grab his collar but the other ducked and slipped away, not heading for the bedroom.

Minjun was back on his feet, tiny legs going as fast as they could when Jeongguk burst into their bedroom, and moved for the bathroom. But Yoongi knew he was going to do that. Shifting right, he wrapped his arm around Jeongguk's middle and yanked him so that there bodies collapsed on the bed.

Jeongguk squealed and kicked as Yoongi's fingers instantly attacked his sides, erupting loud, cackling laughter when his hands shifted up and pinched at his clothed nipples. "Yoongi! Yoongi, I give in! I give up!"

Minjun was cackling from his hiding place, the closet, as he watched his father get tickled to death. Yoongi was grinning ear to ear as he wrapped his legs around Jeongguk's waist to keep him in place and continuing to tickle.

"Okay! Okay! I give up!" he shouted. Yoongi beamed before he stopped tickling and grinned down at the panting younger. Yoongi smirked at the look as Minjun pushed his way out of the closet. Jeongguk pouted at him. "Minjun! Why didn't you help daddy? I was captured!"

"Because it every man for self!" he said cutely, flashing his cute little teeth. Jeongguk pouted further while Yoongi beamed, nodding his head proudly. 

"That's my boy!" Yoongi said happily. Jeongguk pouted again before he realized- Yoongi's legs were around his waist. His arms around his neck. Grinning, Jeongguk shifted before he grabbed Yoongi's thighs and pushed himself up.

Yoongi screeched, gripping tighter when he felt his body get lifted from the bed at lightening speed and realized that Jeongguk was carrying him on his back. He growled and smacked at his brown hair.

"Put me down! I'm your hyung, you brat!" 

"Every man for himself, hyung. Remember?" Jeongguk teased. Yoongi yelped when they were suddenly moving, hands clasping tighter as he glared down at the now cackling younger when he bounced Yoongi, spinning him so that he was now facing him, hands cupping his ass. 

"You little-"

"Ah- ah, Min is here," he corrected, smirking. Yoongi growled, but his legs tightened around Jeongguk's middle as he glared down at the smirking younger. Minjun was giggling as Yoongi was carried like a toddler on the waist of his boyfriend. "Aw, Yoongi~ You look so small and precious." 

"Touch my bum one more time and I swear to God-" Yoongi growled. Jeongguk squeezed his hands, watching as Yoongi gasped and squirmed when he felt the pressure. He glared harder. "Sleep with one eye open, Jeon. One. Freaking. Eye." 

Jeongguk hummed before he set Yoongi down in the dining room chair, offering a cute wink and blew a kiss before he pulled Minjun into his chair. Grabbing the food from the kitchen, he served everyone their food before settling down.

Yoongi kept pouting the entire meal, but Jeongguk didn't mind since his boyfriend look so precious and sweet. He loved to tease him. 

"Oh, uh, by the way," Yoongi said, suddenly pausing from taking a bite of his food to look towards the younger man who was nibbling on a carrot while making sure Minjun was eating. He raised his head, nose twitching. "My, uh, mother called."

Jeongguk frowned, fork hitting the plate. "Your mother? She called?" His head cocked to the side- Yoongi told him once they almost never talk so he was confused. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, fine! It's just, she is coming to Seoul in a few weeks and uh... she wanted to see me," he admitted quietly, eyes dropping to his plate. "I never told her I moved nor the fact I am in a relationship so... I told her that, and well, she wants to meet you. And Minjun."

Jeongguk frowned. Parents and him never really did get along. Him having a baby and all at sixteen makes most parents frown upon him. He usually didn't care, but if it was parents that were important, it certainly wasn't fun.

"She... what?"

"She wants to meet my boyfriend and my son," Yoongi said softly. "I know how you feel about it, but she was surprisingly chill about the fact I am dating a man and he has a kid. She said she wants to meet you."

"Yoongi..." he exhaled, looking down as his cheeks tinted. He kept his eyes on Minjun, feeling conflicted. He wanted to tell Yoongi that was fine, but he was scared. After everything that happened with his parents, he wasn't sure he could handle rejection.

"I can tell her she can't stay here, but... I want to try and mend things. And Min could use a... use a grandma," he said, eyes flickering towards the three year old who was avoiding his vegetables and eating away at the meat.

Jeongguk nibbled his bottom lip. "Let me... let me think. Okay? I just need to think." Yoongi nodded, reaching over and kissing him on the cheek. He ignored Minjun's muttered 'ew' and poked the baby's belly. 

"Eat your veggies, you little monster." 

*****

"Tae!" Hoseok whined. "I wanna hold Min Min! You held him the entire plane ride!" 

Taehyung shrugged, cradling the baby close to his chest as Minjun slept happily in his arms while Jeongguk was snickering, speaking in soft tones with Seokjin and Namjoon in the three seats beside them.

Yoongi was shaking his head, glancing in front of him where the two were whining about who was going to hold Minjun during the Taxi to the resort where they were staying, and he was honestly about to lose it.

"How about Namjoon holds Minjun because at least then Namjoon shuts up and doesn't move!" he growled, casting a look towards Namjoon who gave him a wounded expression. Hoseok snickered, covering his mouth.

"Remember the last time he held Minjun? I swore he almost passed out from not breathing! He was so scared he was going to drop him or something that he just didn't move," he cackled. Taehyung giggled, fingers playing with the toddler's hair.

Namjoon whined. "Guys! Shut up, okay?" he pouted, turning to his boyfriend. "Jinie, they are being mean!"

"Joonie, baby, it was pretty funny. You aren't gonna hurt him," he teased, patting Namjoon's hand. The younger man groaned, throwing his head back as the group continued to wait until the plane was officially landed and they get off. 

"But why can't I hold Min?" Hoseok whined again, eyes rolling as he pouted towards his boyfriend who was still cuddling the sleepy boy. Taehyung grinned and winked. 

"Because I am the bottom- therefore the bitch, and the bitch holds the babe," he said without a hint of remorse. Jeongguk groaned, glaring towards Taehyung for the use of language- even if Minjun was asleep.

Yoongi gagged. "Oh my god... I am having war flash backs. I talked about my friend's dick- up my other friend's ass." 

"Language!" Seokjin heaved, turning to glare at all of them as Hoseok turned twenty shades of red, sputtering and coughing, while Taehyung just looked proud with a wink. Ever since he had "come out" of the rainbow closet, even telling his parents, it was like a switch was flipped.

Kim Taehyung was fighting Seokjin for the Queen of the Gays in being very loud about his sexual preferences. Yoongi was happy for him because the kid looked so happy all the time- no longer hiding who he was and what he wanted, but sometimes the kid had no filter. 

Now was one of those times. 

"Is anyone concerned about the fact that Tae referred to himself as the bitch or is that just me?" Namjoon mused from his seat, adjusting his glasses that were perched on his nose. Taehyung winked, licking his lips that caused another long groan to erupt from his boyfriend.

"That isn't important right now-"

"I bet he has a slut shaming kink," Namjoon continued, tapping his chin lightly. Jeongguk snorted, nearly choking on his saliva while Yoongi personally wondered why he was friends with any of these peoples.

"Hey, we don't kink shame in this family," Taehyung rebuked, eyes narrowing on Namjoon. "After all, we all know you like to be called daddy and make Jin wear cute little pink thongs. Don't come at me." 

The older raised his hands in surrender, not saying a word. Seokjin sighed, rubbing his temples as he muttered about "disobedient little shits" and "too fucking gay for this". 

"We have kinks?" Jeongguk questioned. Seokjin hissed, smacking his shoulder that caused the group to erupt in laughter. Even Yoongi was chuckling, but was secretly really pleased that the toddler was still in a deep sleep against Taehyung.

The idea of explaining what a "kink" is was something that he really did not want to think about. 

After clambering off the plane, a more arguments erupting of "who is going to hold Minjun" it was finally settled and he was no being carried by Hoseok who was wearing a proud smile as he nestled the boy against his hip and his pouting boyfriend a step behind.

They piled into the taxi, talking over one another of what they were going to do first- how that baby kept sleeping was honestly beyond Yoongi's comprehension but he didn't question it as they finally arrived at their resort.

Namjoon went to pick up their room numbers- Namjoon with Seokjin, Yoongi with Jeongguk and Minjun, and then of course Taehyung with Hoseok. 

Yoongi was now cradling the sleeping Minjun while Jeongguk, being more of the heavy lifter, was getting all their bags and slinging it over his shoulders as if they weight nothing. Huffing, Yoongi glared at the three bags decorating him as they headed for the elevator.

Jeongguk grinned, winking. "Whose the wife of the relationship now?"

"Still you, brat," Yoongi grunted, adjusting the baby on his hip. "It takes a real man to hold the kid. Don't you forget it."

Jeongguk laughed. "Sure, hyung. Whatever you say," he said sweetly. Yoongi rolled his eyes as they stepped into the elevator, Taehyung and Hoseok following them inside. Taehyung was leaning against Hoseok, glancing at his phone, while Hoseok was running his fingers through Taehyung's now silver hair.

Yoongi felt Jeongguk yawn a bit- exhausted from their morning of traveling and honestly wanted a bit more of a subdued afternoon before the long day of sightseeing and beach going tomorrow. They were going to be here three days.

Clambering into their rooms, they promise to unpack and rest a moment before meeting up for lunch. Jeongguk agreed as they closed the door and glanced around the room. It was a usual hotel- one king sized bed, a fridge, and of course a couch and a desk.

Yoongi strolled inside and set Minjun against the bed and sighed. 

"Ugh, any chance we can nap instead of eat?" he wondered, glancing wistfully at the sleeping boy with a slight whine. Jeongguk snorted, setting their bags down before he came and laid himself on top. Yoongi grunted. "Frick, you're heavy. Stupid muscle pig."

"You weren't complaining when you were licking them in the shower," he reminded him, flashing him a cute little smirk. Yoongi snorted, burying his face in his neck as he nipped at the skin. 

"I love you so fricking much," he moaned low. Jeongguk smiled, nuzzling himself down as they curled up together, breathing in each other's scents and warmth. 

After a few moments, Yoongi felt weight on his side. He glanced over and saw a sleepy Minjun sitting up, rubbing his eyes with a little whine. Chuckling, he grasped at him before pulling him between them. The babe smiled, thumb in his mouth, before closing his eyes and falling back asleep.

Jeongguk smiled, resting his hand on Minjun's belly and soaking in the rise and fall with a fatherly smile.

"That nap sounds so appealing now," he whispered, chuckling lightly. Yoongi nodded his agreement but he knew his rowdy friends were definitely not going to settle with that so he clucked his tongue. 

"Yeah well, you decided to be friends with the Alien so we gotta move, baby."

"M'k."

******

"Daddy, I scared," Minjun mumbled, fat tears beginning to roll down his cheeks as he stared at the pool water that was below him. His brown eyes were large, tiny body trembling in his little bathing suit. Jeongguk was kneeling on the stairs, bottom submerged except for his collarbones and chest. 

Yoongi watched from where he was sitting against the edge, feet kicking the water lightly, as Taehyung and Jin played in the deep end- going underwater all the way to the bottom and holding their breathe. Hoseok was lounging with Namjoon, who was reading while Hoseok was on his phone. 

The pool was outside and large, but no one was really there except for them and for that Yoongi was grateful. The sun was beginning to set and the beach was crowded with people and none of them were up for the waves, so they stuck to the pool.

"Sweetheart, it's okay, see? Daddy is in the water and daddy promises to make sure nothing happens to you. See? TaeTae and Uncle Jinie are playing," he said, then pointed to the two as they ducked back into the water. Minjun's lip trembled, another wave of tears sliding down his cheeks. "Oh baby."

Jeongguk stood, water dripping down his toned chest as he moved to grab Minjun but the toddler stumbled away, more tears running down his face as he rushed to Yoongi and buried his face in his arm.

Yoongi startled, but softened as he grabbed the baby and pulled him into his lap. "Papa, daddy wet! I scared," he sobbed quietly, tiny hands clutching his shirt. Yoongi froze, his mouth falling open in shock at the word Minjun had just used.

Jeongguk froze too from getting out of the pool, a audible gasp leaving his lips as his eyes jerked towards his son that was still crying into Yoongi's shoulder. Everything in Yoongi froze, his entire body feeling as if someone ducked him in water.

"What... what did you just call me?" he rasped out, pulling the toddler away so he could see his face. The baby hiccuped and sniffled loudly, wiping his snot with his hand as his big eyes stared back at Yoongi.

"Papa?" he hiccuped out then he looked away. "Yoonie?"

"No, baby, call me Papa. Please," Yoongi murmured, eyes beginning to sting with tears. He hugged Minjun close to his chest, a single tear running down his face. Minjun considered him his other father.

His second to his family.

Jeongguk was suddenly there, openly crying as he threw his arms around both of them. They didn't move a moment before Yoongi gathered himself and scrunched his nose. He let out a loud whine as he playfully pushed Jeongguk.

"Brat! You got me wet," he whined. Jeongguk pulled away, the same playful grin on his face. Minjun clambered out of Yoongi's lap, waddling towards Namjoon with curiosity. 

"Oh? Did I?" he asked sweetly and Yoongi frowned. Jeongguk was a lot of things, but innocent was not in that list. Before Yoongi could even ask, he was suddenly hoisted up like some bride and then tossed into the water with a shout.

Warm water assaulted Yoongi as he rose back to the top with a swear on the tip of his tongue when he heard Jeongguk's cackling laughter echoing through the air. Shoving his bangs out of his eyes, he glared towards his boyfriend.

"Aww, did the kitten get wet?" he teased.

"Oh, it's fricking on, Jeon Jeongguk," Yoongi snarled. Jeongguk winked before he glanced down and saw that Minjun was grabbing the hem of his bathing suit bottoms. He pointed to Yoongi. 

"I swim with daddy and papa?" he asked, though there was a tremor in his voice. Jeongguk nodded before taking his hand and leading him to the pool. Yoongi banished his hate of water and all things wet and approached the stairs with his arms out to take Minjun.

First, Jeongguk put the little floaties back on his arms, making sure they were on right before helping him on the first time. The toddler squealed at the water and wiggled his toes. Yoongi smiled, walking closer.

Jeongguk lowered himself into the water, still holding Minjun's hand from the top step and cooing him to step further in but the toddler trembled and shook his head. He stared at the water like ti was going to eat him.

Yoongi pushed himself closer, taking his other hand. Minjun raised his sparkling eyes, glistening with tears. He smiled sweetly. "Come on, Baby Bun. We got you," he promised firmly. Minjun inhaled before he launched himself into the water with a squeal.

There was a moment when the toddler squealed and flailed, only to see the floats on his arms held him up. Yoongi burst into laughter- yep, that is definitely Jeongguk's son. No other toddler would launch themselves into their fears like that.

Yoongi grabbed his arm and pulled him back over before he grinned as the toddler clung to his arm, but was slowly getting use to the water. It was cute to see the way his smile slowly spread over his baby cheeks and he slapped the water with a tiny hand.

Jeongguk started dragging him all over the pool, his laughter rebounding, and it was long till Taehyung was in on the fun. Seokjin had long ago climbed out and was now napping on the chair with Namjoon, whose fingers were tangled in Seokjin's damp hair.

Yoongi stayed in the pool- but only because Minjun begged him too and he can't deny that child anything even when he was exhausted. 

It felt so good to be there like a family. His family. 

******

"God, Yoongi, you're worse than Jeongguk," Taehyung whined, rolling his eyes as he gripped Minjun's tiny backpack. "We can handle Minjun for a night. Relax! This isn't the first time he has spent time with us."

Yoongi pursed his eyes. "But it is the first time over night," he reminded them. Taehyung sighed, giving the older a harsh look with raised brows and puckered lips. Yoongi sighed, finally kneeling down and touching his cheek.

Giggling, Minjun pressed a kiss to his cheek and hugged him tightly. Yoongi soaked up that hug, kissing him on the forehead before he sent another glare towards Taehyung and Hoseok. "Papa is gonna miss you, Baby Bun."

"I miss Papa and daddy too," he said, then hugged him again. "But I be back! TaeTae and Sunny can pway with me!" 

"Where is my goodbye kiss?" Jeongguk pouted, appearing from behind Yoongi and bending down. Minjun grinned, kissed his cheek, then rushed into Taehyung's arms. Smirking, he winked before they called a "have fun but not too much fun!" over their shoulders.

Yoongi sighed, closing their hotel room door with a grave shake of his head. "Honestly... I think we should have asked Joon and Pinkie to watch him. Those two... I don't even know. Why are we friends with them?"

"You were friends with Hobi hyung first, hyung," Jeongguk reminded, chuckling a bit. Yoongi didn't answer but instead rested his hands on Jeongguk's waist and looked into his twinkling brown eyes. 

"We have the whole night to ourselves," Jeongguk murmured, arms wrapping around Yoongi's neck and gave a slightly shy smile. "What did you want to do?"

"I feel like the answer "you" is not the right one, but sadly it's all I got currently." Yoongi guffawed at himself, his cheeks tinting slightly as he coughed a bit. "Sorry- romance generally isn't my thing but something about you makes me gushy."

"You're such a marshmallow that it hurts," Jeongguk said, laughing. Yoongi shrugged, cheeks still pink when Jeongguk stopped laughing and looked him in the eye. "What would you do if I said I wouldn't mind being the thing you do?"

"I would say good, because you look ravishing and I am ravenous," he groaned. Jeongguk smiled before he pressed his lips against the other. Yoongi tilted his head, but growled at the way Jeongguk tried to make him bend.

He loved that about Jeongguk- the way he seemed dominant, but his body betrayed him. He wanted to be dominated, to be taken control of, and it caused Yoongi to nearly tremble in excitement. He wanted to put the fighter in his place- he craved it.

Yoongi tore his lips from Jeongguk's grumbling in his throat as Jeongguk's hands moved to control him but his teeth nipped a bit harder at his neck. The younger man gasped, head being thrown back as his eyes hooded with lust.

"Behave, Bun, or you're not going to like it when I rough you up that you won't be able to walk for days."

"Do it. Fuck me so hard that I can't walk," Jeongguk moaned. Yoongi beamed before he grabbed Jeongguk's wrist and yanked him to the bed. The brunet didn't complain as he tossed against the bed and then lips were back against his.

-Sexual content starting point-

Yoongi was relishing the taste of him. The way he could still taste their dinner lingering his mouth, the way his tongue fought him while his hips raised to try and create more friction between their heated bodies.

He wondered if he would ever get enough of this man beneath him, fighting him and yet being so submissive and respondent to ever lash of his tongue and sway of his hips. He craved the way the younger man was actually quite vocal- something that surprised Yoongi.

Yoongi stopped kissing, pulling back to stare down at the man underneath him. Like this, he looked so young. His hair fanned the white duvet, glistening almost, and his soft features delicate and youthful while his brown eyes weren't clouded with worry or anxiety- he looked wild, free, his lips swollen and head tilted back to expose his neck.

"God, you are so fucking beautiful. So stunning, Bun," he murmured, sitting back so that he could lift Jeongguk's shirt. The younger groaned, but let him lift his shirt off and toss it to the side. 

As always, he looked breathtaking. His soft tawny flesh stretched over his lean, well defined muscles. Breath hitching, Yoongi tore his own shirt off before he bent down and took Jeongguk's nipple in his mouth.

The younger hissed, feeling the hot lips and wet tongue gliding over the sensitive skin and his hands fisted in blue hair when a slap on his thigh made him yelp out in pleasure. "Don't touch, Bun. I own you."

Jeongguk gasped when Yoongi added teeth to the peak of his nipple, a warning lacing the movement that caused his entire body to tremble and heat to pool into his stomach. His back arched.

"F-fuck," he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. "You know, I am not into kinks, but the sudden urge to call you Daddy hit me."

Yoongi flinched. "Please don't, or I will tell Min to never call you that ever again." He shuddered and Jeongguk laughed, but agreed before Yoongi returned his mouth to work it's magic on his nipple. 

Jeongguk gasped, panting as more heat flooded his system. He had never felt this good before- the only other time he had sex was with her and she forced him- never pleasured him. But this? It was like ecstasy riding throughout his veins, heating him up and leaving him a mess.

"I won't... make jokes- fuck- about that... tongue technology anymore," Jeongguk breathed when he shifted to his belly, tongue swirling and moving over the flexing muscles of his abs and his hands fiddled with his belt of his jeans. He wiggled his hips, feeling his erection straining against his pants.

Yoongi rumbled a low laugh on top of, amusement clear as he paused to look back at Jeongguk's flushed face and parted lips. 

Shifting, he undid his belt and slipped off the jeans. Undressing one another was not new, it was like a habit by now, but he loved watching as Jeongguk shivered, his erection straining against his black briefs and his eyes watchful of the other.

Yoongi licked his lips. 

He wiggled out of his own pants, tossed them aside, before both of their underwear joined the rest of the scattered clothes. Jeongguk chuckled, pushing himself up on his forearms to stare at his hyung's beautiful body.

"So, do I get the D, D-Boy?"

"I am never showing you my tracks ever again," Yoongi grumbled, but he smiled as he slowly approached the younger man. He felt Yoongi's long fingers trail up his neck, lifting his eyes as he kissed him firmly. "You're mine tonight."

"Prove it." 

"We suck at foreplay," he mused, but shoved Jeongguk back to the bed and straddled him, slamming his lips against him while his hand traveled down to his dick. Jeongguk groaned as he felt Yoongi rub their groins together, creating delicious friction.

Jeongguk latched his lips onto Yoongi's collarbone, sucking and nipping at the skin and Yoongi growled, shifting so that they were further onto the bed as he nipped right back. Jeongguk settled, then began to whine as he wiggled beneath him.

"Fuck, just fuck me already!"

"Someone is very impatient."

"Less talk, more dick," Jeongguk ordered, rolling his eyes as he wiggled again, desperate to feel something as his cock dripped pre-cum, his body hot and flushed. Yoongi chuckled and reached over at the nightstand where he grabbed a condom and lube.

Jeongguk whined more, a needy look flashed over his eyes and a loud moaning sound erupting as he watched Yoongi put on the condom, squirt lube onto his hands, then slowly spread Jeongguk's legs.

Carefully, Yoongi grinned as he pressed a single digit towards his pink hole and Jeongguk gasped, body jerking a bit. Yoongi shushed him with a kiss, his other hand reaching over to run his fingers over the underside of Jeongguk's cock before he pressed the finger all the way in.

Jeongguk hissed, pain clouding his vision and his body tensing but Yoongi molded his mouth carefully, shifting his weight and then rubbing his hot cock a bit more. The pain fading, slowly being replaced with pleasure.

He grunted. "More."

Yoongi shifted his finger, curling it and uncurling, and Jeongguk gasped and his nails dug into sugary flesh as his toes curled. The older man smirked, loving the way he already made him a mess. 

"So loud, Bun. You're really like a bunny, so eager for my cock."

Jeongguk didn't answer with words, but instead made a lewd noise from his throat as he rutted his hips against his finger. Yoongi nearly shoved his cock in at that move- he loved it. Chuckling, he added a second finger and watched as Jeongguk writhed beneath his hands.

He waited till the man adjusted, the scrunch of his face disappearing before it was replaced with pleasure. He shifted his fingers, scissoring him further open as Jeongguk gripped the bed sheets beneath him. 

"Fucking hell, Yoongi, fuck me please." 

Yoongi chuckled, but he knew he had to be patient despite the desire that was curling in his belly, his cock dripping inside the condom, eager to fill Jeongguk and fuck him out, but he refrained. 

Jeongguk was a virgin- at least to gay sex- and he didn't want to hurt him too badly. That wouldn't be fair. Especially since he would have to walk around tomorrow afternoon.

Adding a third finger, he continued his ministrations with careful, knowing ease as he tried to find the spot. If he found it now, the easier it would be to watch him unravel. And, boy, did he find it. His finger curled and hit the right bundle of nerves that made Jeongguk cry out in a slight yelp, back arching and followed by a moan.

"There it is," he mumbled, and pulled out. He deemed him stretched enough. Pumping his dick a few twice, he pressed to his hole and glanced at Jeongguk who was already panting, a light layer of sweat causing his skin to gleam. "Ready?"

Jeongguk grunted and then rutted his hips- literally impaling himself on Yoongi's dick. He cried out, mouth parting in pleasure as his hair plastered to his face and his body arched to meet Yoongi's. 

Yoongi trembled, his own pleasure mounting as he groaned low in his throat. He felt so good- his heat, his whines, the way his brown eyes were hazy with lust, and his hands running over his body like he had to touch him. Feel him. 

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, My Bun," Yoongi hissed, bending down and capturing his lips. Jeongguk responded to the kiss and Yoongi started moving. His hips snapped against Jeongguk's shifted and pushing himself further while never breaking the kiss.

He could feel Jeongguk's spirit, the way he fought his way through life. He was reminded, once again, as his body moved to meet with Jeongguk- as if the other knew his moves and wanted to meet him head on as an equal- that Jeongguk was a fighter. 

He hissed as he felt his body reaching it's climax, shuddering and panting because he felt so weak at the pleasure that was stealing his thoughts. His belly was coiling, hips stuttering and yet so fucking desperate for release. 

Jeongguk was a mess beneath him as he pounded into his sweet spot, driving him crazy and his body building up as his own hips faltered in their movements, hands tightening over Yoongi's waist.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he cried out. Yoongi grunted, moving faster and faster, and then he felt it. He threw his head back as he came, his entire body trembling at the force as he tried to keep himself moving.

Jeongguk was a few seconds after, his scream dominating the other as his white seed squirted along his chest and decorated him in strings of white. He looked like a fucking masterpiece as Yoongi collapsed on top, breathing heavy and body still going through tremors.

After a few moments, Yoongi slowly pulled himself out. Jeongguk hissed at over-stimulation before he settled, going limp as if it had drained him of everything. Yoongi moved, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the trash bin.

Jeongguk whined when he stood, making grabby hands. Chuckling, he leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I have to clean you up. And then we can cuddle and make out like two horny teenagers while you whine about being in pain."

The younger chuckled as Yoongi grabbed a wash cloth, ran hot water over it, and then came up to slowly clean the mess that was decorating his chest and then added it to the floor. Jeongguk pulled the covers around them, Yoongi shifting so that they were pressed together.

"I love you, hyung. So much."

Yoongi pressed a soft, gentle kiss on his damp forehead and breathed in his scent. Jeongguk nuzzled into him, showing his softer, more needy side that his bratty side couldn't always show, and smiled. 

"I love you too, Bun. Sleep now."

"Yoongi hyung, please," Jeongguk pleaded, doe-eyes large as he clasped his hands around Yoongi's bicep. The older man glowered, his cat eyes no longer filled with affection and warmth, but cold, uncaring exhaustion. 

Minjun's cries could be heard throughout their home, reverberating like a somber reminder of why the older was carrying a duffel bag in his hand and his eyes were hollow as they stared at Jeongguk.

Hot, salty tears were rolling down his face, his hand gripping Yoongi's bicep so tightly he briefly wondered if he was hurting the other, but the pain in his heart was clouding his mind as it scrambled to find a way to keep the other here.

He had lost so many people in his life. The idea of the man he loved walking out the front door of their shared home was enough to send him into hysterics. Minjun's crying in the background wasn't helping, causing his mind to flicker between the man he loved, and his son.

"Hyung, please," he begged again, another wave of tears falling. Yoongi grunted, wrenching his arm away with a heavy scowl that had painted over his kitten features. Jeongguk flinched, recoiling as if he had been burned. 

"I'm so fucking tired, Jeongguk. I can't do this anymore!" Yoongi snapped, a pained expression crossing his features as he examined the other's stricken features. "I have classes, Minjun is crying all the time. I can't keep up with it anymore. I can barely function since he keeps waking me up. I'm not made for kids. I am not made for this life. I'm tired."

Grief slammed into him as he stared into those dark eyes. 

"My love for you doesn't matter when it doesn't make me happy anymore."

"Hyung, I need you. Minjun needs you," Jeongguk murmured, eyes flickering back towards his face in hopes that he will see something there. A flash of the man that he had seen with Minjun and that he wouldn't leave the four year old. 

He would leave him. 

"I'm sorry, Guk."

"-Guk! Jeongguk! Wake up, baby, come on," Yoongi's panicked, rasping voice broke through the harsher one that he had heard moments ago, reverberating through his head. It echoed dully, stealing Jeongguk's air.

There was soft crying coming from somewhere nearby, a little baby's sniffles that warned somewhere in the back of Jeongguk's mind that Minjun was in their bedroom.

Gasping, Jeongguk's eyes flew open, peering into a pair of worried black eyes and handsome face washed with fear. At seeing him awake, he exhaled, pulling Jeongguk's limp body into his arms and securing him there.

"You're alright, you're safe. Everything is alright," Yoongi muttered his large hands grasping at the fabric of his white shirt. With trembling hands, he grasped onto the shirt that Yoongi must have put on himself somewhere in the night.

The scent of him tangled in his nose, soothing the racing of his mind as Yoongi rocked him back and forth, hands rubbing soothing circles against his back. Tears started rolling as he remembered what he had dreamed, remembered the fear of this man leaving.

He felt movement on his left, and when he turned he saw his son. Minjun was in his pajamas, hair mussed and sticking up in five different directions, his blanket clasped tightly in his hands while he stood with tear tracks on his cheeks and sniffles.

"Daddy?" the baby murmured, sniffling again as he wiped his snotty nose on the back of his sleeve. He sounded so sweet, so worried, as he reached out and held open his arms. "Hug make better?"

Chuckling, he nodded before he swooped his baby into his arms and buried his face back into Yoongi's awaiting hold. The older smiled, rocking the two gently as he pressed feather kisses along Jeongguk's temple and his hands running over Minjun.

"Why are you in here, sweetheart?" Jeongguk asked after a few quiet moments, tightening his hold around Minjun. The toddler frowned, pushing away to stare at his father's exhausted features.

"Daddy scream. Did you have a nightmare?" he asked, brow knitting together in seriousness. Yoongi smoothed out the toddler's hair, looking back towards Jeongguk's stunned face. He couldn't recall screaming, but basing on the look on Yoongi's face, his baby wasn't lying.

"I screamed?" 

"Yeah, Daddy. You scared Mini," he mumbled, looking down as his bottom lip began to quiver. Jeongguk instantly encased him back in his arms and rocked him, murmuring his apologies and kisses across his brow.

"I'm sorry, baby. Daddy just had a nightmare. I'm alright, I promise."

"Okay," he hiccuped, and hugged him again.

"Come on, baby. Let's go to bed, yes?" Jeongguk offered, casting a quick glance to Yoongi before he settled the sleepy toddler on his hip and walked him back to the bedroom. The weight of his son felt familiar and good, if not a bit heavier than usual.

When he glanced down, he saw that his face was somewhat slack, eyes drooping a bit, but his hand was clenched tightly around the white shirt and his legs wiggling a bit. For a moment, he was struck by how much bigger he had gotten.

Soon enough, he would be turning four, and it stirred something in Jeongguk. He never thought he would be one of those parents that cries when they drop their kids off at Kindergarten, but he had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn't even let him go while Minjun would run off in excitement.

Sure, he still had a lot of time before that, but he noticed that the time was passing by faster than he ever imagined. He was about to be twenty in just a mere couple of days, now a sophomore in college, and Yoongi about to graduate. 

Walking into the bedroom, he was pleased that everything was put away, the blue walls glistening, and the chests filled with his toys but his bed unmade, sheets rumpled. He placed the baby on the bed, watching as he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Daddy better?"

"All better, baby," he promised, reaching over to just touch his soft hair while his lisp still murmured a "good". Jeongguk hummed. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"Is okay. But Papa looked scared," Minjun replied, snuggling into his sheets. Jeongguk frowned, trying to ignore the fear that slashed through his veins as he remembered his dream. Remembered what he feared the most. "Sing?"

Chuckling, he pushed it away and started singing 2U, a habit he had yet to break, and watched as his son slowly fell back into his deep slumber, face squished with the pillows and little puffs of air escaping the open mouth.

Standing, he kissed his head and hurried from the room, closing the door behind him. He was glad that Minjun was finally able to stay in that room- it had taken the toddler a while to be able to sleep alone since Jeongguk always made him sleep next him, but Yoongi insisted that it was time he learned.

Sometimes the older was more of the father and Jeongguk the more worrying mother.

Sighing, his shoulders slumped as he turned back around, heading towards his bedroom where Yoongi was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked tired, his hair no longer blue but a messy blond where the roots were starting to show, and his sugary skin glistening a bit.

At Jeongguk's entrance, he glanced up, eyes searching and mouth pursed in worry. Jeongguk closed the door, leaning against it with a tired sigh as his bangs fell in front of his eyes, obscuring him. 

"Bun?" Yoongi asked, voice still raspy and deep from sleep, but much more alright as he stood and padded over. Jeongguk raised his head, meeting those dark cat-eyes that he knew and loved. Yoongi cupped his cheeks. "What is it, Bun?"

Unable to face him at the moment, recalling the cruel way he had spoken in the dream, he shook his head, reaching up and removing the gentle touch because his eyes were burning. Stinging with tears and his throat closed up with the desire to sob.

Frowning, Yoongi's eyes flashed. "Jeongguk? What's wrong?"

"I... I can't," Jeongguk rasped out, voice strained and tight as he grasped at his own hands. He was so scared that one day, Yoongi wouldn't be standing in front of him like this, looking at him as if he was his entire world.

"Can't what? Gukkie, my bunny, talk to me. Is this about the nightmare?" Yoongi wondered, reaching back over to try and cradle him, but Jeongguk ducked out of his arms, breathing ragged. 

He was being stupid, but he didn't want to be cuddled. He didn't want to be loved on if what he dreamed was true. Was Yoongi tired? Did he hate this life? God, the idea scared him so much he wondered how he was breathing.

"I... I'm, so, scared," he finally admitted, face scrunching.

Yoongi paused. "Scared? What are you scared of? Min is safe. He's down the hall, love. No one is going to hurt him. You're mother is gone, and-"

"I'm not scared of that anymore," Jeongguk interrupted, voice somewhat louder than it was moment's before. Yoongi froze, hand dropping back to his side as he stared back into Jeongguk's light eyes.

"Then... what are you afraid of?" 

Jeongguk hesitated, then he gave a sad, heartbroken smile as he met those cat-eyes that watched him so carefully, so lovingly. 

"You."

Yoongi looked startled. His eyes widened and hurt flashed within the dark color as he stared in surprise towards the younger. Jeongguk didn't move, a single tear trekking down his face as he recalled how wonderful his lfie had been since Yoongi had been in it.

The morning kisses, the dinners, and the soft touches and jests. The way he treated Minjun as his own, and the delicate murmurs in his ear, along with the light scoldings of things he did wrong. He remembered it all, and he couldn't even remember how terrible his life had been without him.

"I'm scared that one day... you are going to wake up and be tired. Look at me and see my acne scars that dot my face, or the way I drool on my pillow. You're going to look at me, and see all my flaws. My faults, and be so tired. Tired of the long days at school or work, only to come home to a raging kid that isn't even yours."

The tears fell faster as he stared into the other's eyes, that were now glistening with his own tears. There was so much pain in the other's face, in his body as he shrunk back.

"Tired of me- worn and used. The fatherly and overbearing side, the lost to something else. You'll be tired of all the toys around the house, all the late nights and yelling matches. I'm scared of what you'll do when you're tired, hyung."

"Jeongguk..."

"Everyone left me." The words flew from his mouth, faster than he could catch them as he gave a broken sob. "I was alone for so long. Then you came and I'm not alone anymore. I have six beautiful people in my life. They mean the world to me. If you leave, they'll go too. I'll be alone again."

"Bun," Yoongi murmured, voice cracking pitifully. 

"I won't survive again. Not again. I won't survive you."

Each word fell from his lips, tearing at his cracked soul. He also knew that he was a little broken. Had been for three years, despite the fact he had been living so well. Working hard to keep himself together, but the dream left him frightened for his future, for the life that he had so carefully built.

It cracked him just a bit more. Stole something else than just his virginity, even though it was never about his virginity, but about the fact he had been taken. Stripped of something he held dear. 

Something he can never get back, but he moved past that because when Yoongi held him, looked at him, he didn't see that sixteen year old kid whose life was taken away and given to someone else. He saw Jeongguk. He saw the nineteen year old who was a little broken, a little lost, and still smiled.

If that is not there, then what is left?

He hated the fact that he wasn't sure that if Yoongi left, would Minjun be enough to hold him up? To keep him going? He was so selfish, and he knew that, but his heart was aching at the thought that one day, Yoongi won't be there to pick up the pieces.

Maybe that had always been his fear, he just didn't realize it until the dream slammed into his head and forced him to wake up and face himself. Face who he was. A cowardly nineteen year old.

Yoongi stepped forward, his face wistful and slightly broken as he stared into the glittering brown eyes of Jeongguk. The other was trembling, his face washed with pain and he saw the cracks that were shattered within those brown eyes, showing the hidden aches and pains of someone who had been through so much, and never had a chance to show it.

"That's the thing about you, Jeon Jeongguk," Yoongi breathed out, voice shaky and yet harder then Jeongguk had ever heard. It demanded his attention. "You keep on surviving. With bullet holes in your lungs, and knife marks etched into your back, you never let anything get in your way. Resilient. A fighter- maybe not by choice, but a warrior at heart."

Stunned, tears leaking from his eyes as he stared into Yoongi's calm expression, he felt frozen as he watched Yoongi step closer and cradle his face in his hands. They felt so familiar, resting against his wet cheeks and soft expression on his face. 

His thumb brushed his tears.

"I'm not leaving you, Jeon Jeongguk, My Bun. I am never ever going to leave you," he said sternly. "We may fight, and argue, and yes, will Minjun drive me crazy? Of course, but the end result hasn't changed. I am so madly in love with you that I think I've gone crazy. I see your stupid bed hair and think you're the cutest thing ever. I see you being all fatherly and all I wonder is what would it be like if we have another baby? Gukkie, I don't think I have the strength to leave you. You own me now. Every inch of me belongs to you to the point it terrifies me. Is it normal to feel this way? I really wonder that sometimes." 

Yoongi gave a breathless chuckle, shaking his head at his own words before he leaned down and pressed his forehead against Jeongguk's. 

"I'm here to stay, Bun. As long as you'll have me, I'll be here," he murmured, voice so low that Jeongguk almost didn't catch it. But he did, and it made everything else fall away. All he had was this man in front of him.

"I love you, Yoongi. I'm sorry."

Yoongi smiled, wrapping his arms around his slender waist and pulling him back to bed. Jeongguk obeyed as he laid them down, Yoongi straddling him and peering down at him with soft eyes, so filled with love, as leaned down and kissed his acne scars dotting his chin and then his lips.

"I love you too. Sleep now. I'll be here when you wake up."

And he did.

******

"Baby, stay still, please," Jeongguk begged, grasping tightly onto Minjun's shoulders as he tried to keep the wiggling toddler still. Minjun was bouncing, tiny fingers gripping at his nice pants with a slight pout to his face. "Don't you dare take those off."

"Daddy, itchy," he whined, brown eyes wide as he stomped his foot lightly. Jeongguk huffed, trying to get a stray piece of his fringe from his eyes as he desperately tried to get the other to remain still as he finished buttoning the shirt.

"I know, but we need to look nice for, uh, Papa's mommy, okay?" Jeongguk replied softly, feeling his own nerves flare to life inside the pit of his belly. Minjun pouted, but looked down as he was finally done and pulled away. Jeongguk sighed, pulling away and glancing at his son's messy hair. "Oh sweetheart, why did you end up with daddy's hair, hmm?" 

"Lucky me!" he cooed, grinning up towards his father happily. Jeongguk smiled, unable to help it. He treasured these moments cause he knew he wouldn't always have them. He examined the little blue dress shirt and the long white pants his son was now sporting and nodded.

"Okay, now... you can go play with a toy in the living room, but do not be messy, do you hear me?" he ordered, giving his son a stern look. Minjun nodded before skipping out of his room and dashing into the living room. "Watch. He is so gonna stain those pants."

Shaking his head, he glanced at his phone and checked the time. It was nine thirty, and it sent electricity to surge through his blood, a fine layer of sweat to dot his brow as he hurried out of his room and dashing into the bathroom.

Yoongi was in the kitchen, preparing some traditional Daegu meal that Jeongguk was too nervous to truly recall at the moment as he stripped from his pajamas and hopped into the burning shower.

Everything inside him was screaming- he wasn't sure why he agreed to do this. Maybe because he knew that Yoongi was right and he had to grow up one day. He promised that his mother seemed to truly care, but after his experience with people he considered his "friends" and "family" he wasn't so sure.

Sighing, he finished washing his hair and stepped out. He toweled off and hurried back to the bedroom, dressing in a simple black jeans with no holes, some black boots, and then a black turtle neck.

Ruffling his hair and swiping it from his eyes, he stared at himself with nervous brown eyes as his nose twitched and his tongue poked his cheek. Black wasn't usually his style but he didn't know what else to wear. He had to impress.

Stepping out of the bedroom, he ran his fingers through his hair a few more times and bit his lip as he saw Minjun already playing with his toys and babbling to himself, and sounds coming from the kitchen as the smell of food touched the air.

Anxious and wanting something to keep him busy, he briskly walked to the kitchen and saw Yoongi there. He was much more casual than Jeongguk, the other noticed, wearing acid washed ripped jeans that hung low on his waist, a belt, a white shirt, and a forest green shirt unbutton and used as a jacket and red high top converse. 

He looked hot.

Jeongguk felt his lips twitch into a smirk, eyeing the way his sleeves were rolled up to expose his pale white, veiny arms as he cooked with his messy hair- redyed to be a sugary white color that he looked damn good in- and just looking so boyfriend material that Jeongguk almost wanted to let him rough him up a bit.

But one little squeal from the living room and the time on the oven was enough to remind him that it was not possible.

Yoongi must have sensed his heated stare since he turned and glanced behind him, a bright gummy smile adorning his features once he caught sight of him. 

"Hey, Bun," he greeted, his rasp a bit more there as he made the slight purring noise within his slurred speech that was purely Yoongi. Jeongguk almost melted- he loved when he did that. "Food is almost ready. Min good?"

Jeongguk hummed. "Dressed. I just hope he doesn't stain his pants," the other said with a sigh. Yoongi chuckled, humming his own agreement before his eyes trailed over Jeongguk's outfit and body, a cool smirk touching his lips.

"You look ravishing, Bun. Almost not fair."

Jeongguk scoffed. "I could say the same to you. You look so good," Jeongguk groaned, licking his lips as he admired his boyfriend. Yoongi chuckled before he tilted his head and urged him closer. Jeongguk obeyed. 

"When my mother is gone, and Min is asleep, you and me, Bun," Yoongi promised huskily. Jeongguk shuddered, but grinned as Yoongi kissed his nose. "It's almost ten so my mother should be here any moment. Check back on Min?"

"Of course," he said, then kissed his lips once before he pulled away and wandered into the living room. Minjun glanced up from his place on the floor and grinned when he saw his father. "Hey, baby."

"Daddy!" he greeted as Jeongguk settled on the floor and let Minjun lean against him eagerly. "When Uncle TaeTae and Sunny, and Uncle Jinie and Joonie come? Mini miss." He pouted a bit. "They come too?"

"Not today, love," he murmured, brushing his messy hair sweetly. "But maybe tomorrow I can have them all over and we eat lots of yummy food? We haven't had pizza in a long time have we?"

Minjun excitedly shook his head. "We have pija? Really daddy?" 

"If Papa let's us," Jeongguk added, but he already knew Yoongi was going to be the one to order it. He was the one that spoiled the baby with treats while Jeongguk usually insisted on the healthy food.

"Okay daddy!"

Before the other could answer, there was a knock on the door. The nerves returned full force as he looked up. His heart raced as Yoongi shot him a look before he opened the door. Jeongguk grabbed Minjun, setting him on his hip before he approached slowly.

The woman that was standing on the other side was similar to Yoongi- enough to almost startle Jeongguk. She had soft brown hair that fell back on her shoulders in soft tendrils, light grey touching the roots but did nothing to deter her natural beauty.

She had the same oval shaped face and button nose, but her lips were a bit thinner and eyes more round than Yoongi's. She had small, petite stature that was hidden by her simple winter dress, her hand wrapped around the strap of her purse. 

Her eyes were a few shades lighter than Yoongi's, giving her a softer appearance as she stared towards Yoongi with a soft, relieved smile. Tears were glistening in her eyes as she took in his appearance.

"Oh, Yoongi! Look how much you have grown!" she cooed, throwing her arms around his neck. Yoongi jumped, looking startled but slowly hugged her back. He looked a bit awkward, as if unused to the affection. 

When she pulled away, she was wiping at her eyes. "I am so sorry for everything. I... I was selfish and stupid and I should have... I never realized how much I hurt you until now and I want to desperately make it up to you, if you will let me. I want to get to know you now, Yoongi. I'm ready to listen and understand." 

Jeongguk kept back a bit, bouncing Minjun as the toddler gripped at his shirt and held tightly. His mouth felt dry, his body buzzing as he clutched his son closer to him. 

Yoongi blinked, before he swallowed roughly. "I will give you this chance, because you're my mother, but if you hurt Jeongguk or our son, I will not hesitate to kick you out and never speak to you again."

She nodded, wiping her face and hugging him tightly. "I would never. I'm sorry that it took me this long to realize what I was missing. I won't miss anymore," she promised. Jeongguk felt himself loosen up a bit, but still felt anxious. 

Yoongi smiled, gratitude shining in his eyes before he hugged her back. Jeongguk shifted, feeling unease crawl up his throat as his mother opened her eyes and locked them on him. Her eyes widened in surprise before she beamed.

For a second, he really saw the resemblance in that smile. 

"Is that him, Yoongi?" she asked, pulling away and smoothing down her skirt with a flustered smile as she approached with a large smile. Yoongi nodded.

"Mom, this is Jeon Jeongguk and our son Jeon Minjun," he said, gesturing warmly towards Jeongguk.  Stiffening, Jeongguk quickly bowed his head. 

"It's an honor to meet-"

Before he could finish, Minjun and Jeongguk were wrapped in small, thin arms of the woman. Startled, he froze and held his breathe while Minjun made a small noise but his hand touched her shoulder.

"Please, the honor is mine. Thank you for taking care of Yoongi."

Jeongguk offered a smile, hugging her back wearily. "Don't thank me. It's Yoongi hyung that is taking care of me and Minjun."

She chuckled, pulling away to examine the two with smiling eyes. She was different from Yoongi in range of expressions. Yoongi tended to be more expressionless but it seemed his mother was more of the opposite and expressed herself with the way her face lit up.

"You're so handsome... look at you," she breathed, looking in awe. "Just precious." Jeongguk felt his face heat up and Minjun giggled, hand covering his mouth to stifle the small sound. Jeongguk cast him a look, pursing his lips at his son. "Hi there, little one. I'm grandma."

Minjun looked over, eyes downcast as he gave a shy smile. Jeongguk felt his face burn when he realized that she was waiting for an answer, but Minjun was looking around and his mouth was closed.

Yoongi appeared by his side. "Baby Bun, say hi and introduce yourself. This is your grandma," he said, offering a tiny smile. Minjun looked nervous, eyes flickering from his papa to the woman who offered a sweet, patient smile.

"She won't hurt you, baby," Jeongguk added quietly. "It's okay. You can say hi." 

Minjun pursed his lips, eyeing the woman carefully before he finally offered a tiny smile. "I Mini. I three," he said, then held up his three fingers. "I no like talk to strangers, but Papa and Daddy say you my grandma so... I talk."

She chuckled, eyes softening at the soft words of the other. Jeongguk felt pride and relief surge through his heart. Minjun was speaking to another stranger, another person that was proof that his son knew what he was doing.

"What a pleasure to meet you, Mini. Yes, I am your grandma," she said, chuckling. "And wow, three already? You're so big and brave."

Minjun nodded his head eagerly, warming up a bit more at her praises and being called "big". He bounced a bit in his father's arms. "Yeah! Mini help daddy at workie! I give out drinks wike big boy. And I make music wike papa!"

"Wow! You are a big boy. You do so much for your daddies," she complimented, looking as if she was under the small three year old's spell. Jeongguk blushed and shifted his son's weight. Yoongi was grinning. 

Minjun nodded. "Yeah, so you can't take Mini pwace, grandma."

"Minjun," Jeongguk scolded, but she waved him off and instead agreed. She could never do such a thing. Minjun seemed contented, starting to wiggle in his father's arms. Reluctantly, he set him down and watched as he scurried back to play with his toys.

She smiled after him. "He is beautiful, Jeongguk-ah. You've both look so good together," she breathed, looking a little sheepish as she turned her eyes back towards Yoongi. "I'm sorry I didn't understand before... but seeing you two now... I understand."

"Thank you, mom," Yoongi answered, wrapping an arm around Jeongguk's slender waist. The younger turned bright red, ducking his head. He felt sheepish being like this in front of his mother, but her smile only brightened. 

"May I see the house? If you don't mind," she asked, eyes glancing at the picture filled walls. Jeongguk cleared his throat, nodding his head with a small smile. Yoongi chuckled, kissing his cheek.

"I am sure Bunny here could show you around. That okay? I need to finish cooking," Yoongi said, then glancing towards his boyfriend with curious, hopeful eyes. Jeongguk chuckled, nodding, and Yoongi pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "Thanks Bunny."

"Yoongi!" he hissed, flushing a deeper scarlet. "Your mother is-"

"Going to have to handle me kissing you, because you look so sweet when you get all shy like this." He smirked, winking. "I don't see this side of you that often anymore since you became a little brat."

Jeongguk huffed, face still red as he turned to look at his mother who was watching with amusement and curiosity. He cleared his throat and gestured for her to follow him. She smiled and did as he led her towards the living room.

"So uh, excuse the mess. I tried to get Min to clean but he sometimes messes things back up..." he trailed off and coughed. She smiled sweetly, eyes softening as she touched his shoulder, causing him to pause and look at her with wide eyes and twitching nose.

"You don't have to be nervous, honey. I know that... you probably don't have a good impression of me, but I... I meant what I said. I missed so much of Yoongi's life, and I don't want to miss anymore." She gave a shy smile. "Personally... I think you are good for him. I haven't seen him look that... happy in a really long time."

Jeongguk glanced back at the kitchen where he saw Yoongi cooking with the smallest of smiles, tucked away in the secret corners of his mouth, and he felt his heart flutter.

"Believe me... this is the happiest I have been in a long time too. A very long time..."

*****

"I'll come by later, alright?" Yoongi's mother said, hugging him tightly. Yoongi chuckled, but agreed before he stepped back, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend and taking the sleeping weight from his arms.

"Yes, please do. Min seemed to enjoy having you around," Jeongguk said, smiling brightly. She nodded and kissed his cheek, ruffling the sleeping toddler's hair before she waved goodbye and left without another word. 

When Yoongi shut the door behind her, Jeongguk let out a long yawn, stretching out his limbs and leaning back against Yoongi. He chuckled, turning so that he can pepper kisses all along his face that caused the younger to giggle.

"Sap."

"Your fault too," he muttered back. "You make it so easy."

Jeongguk smiled, his heart so heavy with love he wondered how he hadn't burst as Yoongi murmured a soft "go to bed" before he trailed into Minjun's room to put the baby to sleep. Jeongguk watched him a moment, so content and happy with his life, before he turned and quickly changed into his pajamas and curling up under the covers.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Yoongi came in. He undressed quickly, tossing his clothes across the floor without a care before he pulled on some sweats and one of Jeongguk's shirts before he crawled in after him.

Jeongguk smiled when he felt him pull him closer and press open mouthed kissed along his jawline. He tilted his head, giving the older access to suckle his neck which he did happily before he pulled away and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Goodnight, Bun."

"Goodnight, Suga. My Suga."

"And you call me a sap."

"Would you prefer marshmallow?" 

"Shut up. Go to bed."

It's been years.

Five long years. 

It felt like infinity.

But there he was. He looked the same- as if time hadn't dare touch him. His hair had returned to black, falling in front of his kitten eyes and pouty features. His sugary skin untouched by the sun and his eyes the same shimmering dark color.

For a second, a split moment, Jeongguk was thrust back to five years ago when that face, which was now blank and empty as he stood there, would light up at the smile of him- his pink gums on full display. When his deep, raspy purr would murmur sweet nothings in his ear. Back when his large hands that were now resting by his sides would run over his skin and hold him as if he meant the world.

Five years had passed in a blink of an eye, and just like every day, the regret slammed into his gut like a thousand stinging bees. It pulled at everything it had in him, stealing his air. 

Min Yoongi was still beautiful. 

Jeongguk felt his mouth part, his eyes locked on the man standing in the small coffee shop with his eyes locked on the board, flickering over the neatly scrawled Hangul and his clothes straightened and he felt frozen. 

Five fucking years.

For a moment, his mouth went dry as he remembered the last time he had seen Min Yoongi. Standing within the hospital lobby with his hands clenched by his sides, screams of anger and hatred spilling from his lips as he brutally tore into the other.

He swallowed, unable to move.

Five years.

It rang throughout his head like a dull ringing, clutching his heart in cold claws. Yoongi was his first love- his only love if he was being honest. Seeing him again made his heart ache, to race with want, and he briefly wondered if he felt the same.

It was funny. People always say how your first love never lasts, but the memories always will. That you will always compare your next lovers to the one who started it all, but Jeongguk didn't believe that.

Yoongi still owned him, and will forever have the one of the biggest pieces of his heart. Even after five years, he still loved him with every breathe in lungs. Seeing Yoongi again broke something inside him, filling him with so much regret, so much anger at himself because it was his fault.

He knew that now. 

He was stupid back then. A fool, but he was young and reckless. He still was, sometimes, or least that is what Taehyung says. That he was idiot and forever would be for what he had done. Jeongguk accepted that, because every time he looked at Minjun he was reminded.

Yoongi, his mind cried, almost desperate for the man to turn his head a bit more, let his dark eyes flicker back towards him. See him. 

It's a little amusing actually. How fast adulthood changes you, changes your thoughts and your being. When you're younger, everything feels like fire. Burning, tantalizing, and you love the heat as it skitters over your skin.

You let it swallow you whole.  You live for that fire, that burning life that drags throughout your heart as if it's your blood. You live for the thrill, the rush, and the thought of that wild life taste on your tongue.

But like all fires, you burn out eventually.

That's what it growing up is like- that fire finally flickering out and you wake up to realize that you can't just burn your way through life. You can't let those emotions rule you forever, because even though some of them taste like heaven, they aren't always angelic.

They never tell you about that. 

The bitterest parts of life, the parts that hurt so much you feel like you are dying. 

Staring at Yoongi now, he felt as if he had died all over again. Fallen back in love all over again because this was the part of his life that he missed. The part that he wanted back with everything he had in him.

He was a forest fire and he burned this man. 

Burned him straight out of his life.

Only fools fall for you.

*****

"Blow out the candle!" Yoongi laughed, holding out the cheesecake that Seokjin had made with a slight eye roll as he chuckled at Jeongguk's pout.

Jeongguk had just gotten home from one of his later classes- since he was sophomore now and more people to help him take care of Minjun he decided to take on some extra classes to help him graduate early.

What he wasn't expecting when he got home was a bunch of people, including his son that was riding on Namjoon's shoulders, to scream out "happy birthday" as soon as he kicked off his shoes with a tired sigh.

He felt startled, touched, but mostly, in disbelief as he stared at all the faces that were there. Taehyung was grinned, bouncing from foot to foot with Hoseok not any better as he grinned brightly to match his boyfriend's rectangular smile. 

Namjoon and Seokjin were in the kitchen, with Jin holding a cake with a lit candle on it and his pink hair glistening to match his sweet smile. Namjoon had his son his shoulders, who was giggling and cackling at the look on his father's face.

But the other face there, was leaning against the hallway wall. His face so warm, soft, as his cat eyes twinkled and his gummy smile out with his white hair covered a bit by his beanie on his head. 

He looked breathtaking, just leaning there with that glint in his eye and wearing one of Jeongguk's over-sized hoodies that swallowed his small frame. 

"Wow, guys, you... thank you," he breathed, feeling overwhelmed when he saw presents sitting on the table, all wrapped and laid out, with Lamb Skewers already made and waiting to be eaten. The house was clean too- best birthday present ever if he was being honest.

"You're turning twenty! What, did you think that you wouldn't have a party?" Seokjin asked, walking over with his sweet smile and Namjoon at his heels. Minjun squealed, instantly reaching out for his father.

Grinning, he held out his arms. "My baby!" he crooned. Minjun whined as he was swooped up and planted kisses all over. "Stop whining! It's my birthday and I want all your love!" 

"But daddy!" he whined and kicked more before he gave up and kissed his father's cheeks and murmured a soft "happy birthday daddy. Mini loves you!" that made him nearly melt before he set him down to see him rush to Taehyung.

Now he was sitting at the dining table with the cake in front of him feeling as if his life was set, staring at all the faces staring back at him. He smiled, closed his eyes, and obeyed the order to blow the candle and make a wish.

I wish for happiness to everyone at this table. For my family.

"Alright, let's eat- Minjun, baby doll, don't touch that plate. You'll get burned," Seokjin said, pulling Minjun back in his seat. Jeongguk laughed as all the food was passed out the table went silent as they stuffed their faces.

"You know what I can't believe?" Taehyung suddenly said, leaning back in his chair as he examined the table with slight grease hidden in the corner of his lips. Jeongguk looked up, cheeks puffed out with food. "That a year ago we call came together," he hummed with a small smile. "We all became friends."

Hoseok's eyes widened at the dark haired's words, amazement flickering in his eyes. "Wow, only that long ago? That's not long at all. I feel as if I have known all of you forever," he mumbled, taking another bite of lamb.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, dark eyes flickering over to the other with a deadpanned look. "Dumb butt. You have known me since before high school," he rebuked with an eye roll. Minjun giggled, repeating a soft "dumb butt Sunny" that caused Jeongguk to send Yoongi a look. "Oops?"

Namjoon snorted. "Great job, Yoongles." 

"You wanna fight, you tree?" Yoongi growled, but there wasn't even a lick of hostility in his voice and a smile was blooming over his lips. Minjun was giggling again, Seokjin wiping at the toddler's mouth with an eye roll.

"Better catch these hands, you midget," Namjoon retorted with a wiggle to his brow. Yoongi eyed him, looking like he was debating if he should move or not, before he waved the taller man off with an eye roll.

"Catch these hands later- in like a year and I have energy," Yoongi quipped and bit into more lamb. Hoseok cackled a bit, shaking his head as he nudged his best friend with a wicked grin.

"And here I thought adulthood had finally given you some energy," he teased lightly. Yoongi snorted, shaking his head as he noticed that Minjun was wiggling and fighting off Seokjin, so he reached over and took the wet wipe and warned him to be still. The toddler obeyed but still whined.

Shaking his head, he scolded him lightly before the boy settled and finished eating his food. Smiling warmly, he tossed the wipe away with a nearby trashcan before returning to his food. Namjoon shook his head in amazement.

"I'm still struck by the difference if him. Did you see that? Between Guk-ah and Yoongi hyung, I swear it's like the ultimate power couple with their daddy tendencies."

Yoongi nearly choked on his lamb, Taehyung bursting into laughter as he clutched at his stomach while Hoseok was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Seokjin heaved a heavy sigh as he stared at the ceiling to beg for patience or a hand gun while Namjoon paled when he realized what he just said.

"I officially hate all of you," Yoongi groaned, rolling his eyes. Jeongguk was grinning from ear to ear, amused and satisfied to just listen to his best friends speaking in nonsense. "Namjoon, I swear, this is almost as bad as what happened with Taehyung and the interview about what he wanted to be in life if he wasn't a photographer."

Seokjin frowned, looking confused. "What did he do? Do I even want to know?" he asked, looking between the group. Hoseok snorted, recalling the way his boyfriend had wanted to say a saxophonist  in English to impress some interviewers on campus but it had instead come out more like "sexy porn star" rather than "saxophonist".

"Hyung!" Taehyung whined, cheeks burning a bit as he recalled that embarrassing moment on camera as he gave him a pleading look while Namjoon snickered, taking a sip of his water. 

"This is why I tell you to work on pronunciation in English, Tae," he reminded him sweetly. Taehyung's face darted towards Namjoon, his lips twitching into a cool smirk as he wiggled his brows towards the older.

"Two words: Rap. Monster." 

"TAEHYUNG!" Namjoon screeched, horror clutching his features as he all but spewed water all over the table and food. Taehyung sat back with a satisfied smirk while Hoseok raised his brows in confusion and Seokjin was once again praying under his breathe for a gun to "end his misery".

"Oh yeah, wasn't that your rap name back in what, high school?" Hoseok asked, head cocked to the side as he nibbled a bit more on meat with a sly smirk. Namjoon was forty shades of red, looking horrified as he sunk into his seat.

"Not only that but he had that funky hair and was trying to be all intimidating," Yoongi added, head cocking to the side with a ignorant expression on his face as he teased his best friend. Namjoon was groaning, banging his forehead on the table. 

"Remember when he couldn't cut the onion in that college cooking class?" Taehyung added sweetly.

"Or when he broke the refrigerator?"

"And the sunglasses?"

"But you're forgetting the time he broke the floor!"

"Oh my god, everyone shut up!" Namjoon whined, jutting out his lower lip and huffing as he crossed his arms. Seokjin crooned, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his pouting boyfriend who huffed and looked away.

"Poor Joonie. I think you're cute anyways," Seokjin promised sweetly. Minjun was giggling, not really sure what was happening but leaned over and hugged Namjoon.

"Mini wikes you, Joonie! You tall and let Mini play with hair," he said sweetly. Namjoon sighed but hugged him back as he shot the table a mean look.

"At least someone loves me," he grunted. Minjun giggled and clambered into the older's lap. Smiling, Namjoon adjusted the toddler so that he was sitting in his lap with his arm wrapped around his middle. Minjun seemed content to stay there and fiddle with his jewelry.

"Ah, we love you, Joon, but you're so easy to tease," Hoseok said with a laugh, offering his bright smile that could fight the sun. Taehyung laughed and agreed, reaching over to take his boyfriend's hand.

"True. Hey, Gukkie, wanna open presents? I am dying for you to open mine!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. Jeongguk chuckled, but agreed as Seokjin started gathering the dirty plates and taking the cake away for later.

Yoongi shifted so that he was right next to him, a soft smile on his face as he kissed his hair and temple. Jeongguk sighed happily, leaning in and nuzzling him as his long fingers carded through his hair. 

Once everyone was settled again, Minjun now lounging on Yoongi's lap with his hand resting on his father's arm, they were ready to start opening the presents. Yoongi was sitting as close as possible, hands playing with Minjun's soft hair as he hummed under his breathe.

Jeongguk opened the first present, Taehyung's since the other was insisting, and froze when he saw that it was a camera. Ever since becoming friends with Taehyung, he had really began to find his love for photography as a hobby and it seemed the other had noticed.

It was a really nice camera, even better for beginners, and it had him stunned as he looked back up to see Taehyung giving a soft smile before he looked down and fiddled with his fingers, the rings glinting in the light.

"I know that you enjoy taking pictures of your life, of Min Min growing up, and your relationship, so I thought that maybe you could use this. Hobi hyung's gift correlates with it, and I just... I want you to know your like my little brother and I love you so much."

Jeongguk stood, setting the camera down, before he hurried over and threw his arms around Taehyung. The older man smiled, hugging him back eagerly as his dark eyes fluttered closed as he soaked up the affection like a sponge.

"Thank you, hyung." 

Taehyung giggled. "You're welcome, Gukkie. But promise to take some photos of me, yes?" he asked, then beamed. Jeongguk promised before he returned to his seat to open Hoseok's gift and was pleased to see it was a photo album.

"You guys are adorable," he said with a laugh, but hugged Hoseok as well. The older man chuckled, but kissed his boyfriend sweetly. 

Seokjin was suddenly pulled into Namjoon's lap, arms wrapped tightly around his waist and his chin resting on his shoulder. It was a sweet scene, watching as Seokjin sighed and relaxed into the affection, fingers trailing absently over Namjoon's skin.

When Jeongguk opened the present from Seokjin, he smiled when he saw it was a new set of speakers and headphones. He grinned towards his older, who smiled sweetly back before he moved on to the next- which was from Namjoon- and saw that it was a sketchbook to practice drawing in with some art pencils.

"Wow, thank you, hyung!" he cheered, bouncing a bit in happiness. They both chuckled, accepting hugs, until Yoongi pushed his present towards Jeongguk. Minjun was grinning, looking excited as he bounced his papa's arms.

Blushing a bit, he tugged at the paper before it fell away and he saw a little box. Heart in his throat, he slowly opened it to see a bracelet. It was beautiful, stunning, sterling silver and rather simple- mostly a clear band that had the words "Spring Day" written in simple Hangul.

"Hyung, it's beautiful," he breathed, stunned. Yoongi blushed a bit, but smiled fondly.

"Spring Day means that no matter how long the winter is, spring always comes again," he said quietly, eyes flickering downwards with a embarrassed smile. Minjun was giggling, chubby arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Jeongguk felt tears sting in the back of his eyes, but he pushed it away and instead threw his arms around his boyfriend who chuckled, but held him back just as tightly. Unable to stop himself, he kissed Yoongi firmly on the lips, letting out a breathy "I love you" that was returned.

"I think I gagged a little," Hoseok groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Shut up! That was adorable. Joonie, catch that on a video?" Seokjin interrupted, grinning from ear to ear while Minjun and Taehyung let out a long "ewwww cooties" in the same voice that had Yoongi rolling his eyes and pulling away from Jeongguk.

"You are all terrible people," he commented drily, watching as Minjun climbed down and hurried over Taehyung who was "saving him" from the two who were kissing. Jeongguk laughed before Yoongi helped clasp the bracelet on and give him another kiss.

Laughter broke back out as Taehyung and Minjun broke back out in their "ew" which caused Yoongi to roll his eyes and chase after the two. Hoseok and Jeongguk grasped at one another as they watched their boyfriends run over the house.

"Alright already! All three of you are gonna break something!" Jin called out, frowning as he stood from Namjoon's lap and crossed his arms as Taehyung dashed by with Minjun on his heels, and Yoongi not much farther behind.

Jeongguk couldn't stop smiling. 

He felt as if he had finally begun.

When Minjun was put to bed, they had gathered in the living room with drinks out and the TV on low to provide some background noise. Seokjin and Namjoon had settled in the recliner, sipping their soju and snuggled close to one another, while Hoseok and Taehyung were laying across the floor, kissing sweetly, and Yoongi and Jeongguk laying across the couch, wrapped up in each others arms.

"Do you know what you want to do yet, after you graduate?" Seokjin asked, breaking the comfortable silence as the time ran on into the night. Jeongguk smiled, adjusting his weight so that he was pressed closer to Yoongi. 

"Yes. I want to open a kids arts studio. I want to teach kids how to draw, paint, dance, sing, maybe do some theater if I can find people, and even photography," he said, smiling proudly. "Which is why I am taking on some business courses next semester!"

"Really?" Taehyung said, suddenly sitting up with a bright grin on his face as he eagerly looked towards his best friend. Jeongguk chuckled, brushing his hair behind his ears with a soft smile. "That's amazing, Gukkie!"

"That is definitely something," Seokjin said, a proud look in his eyes. "You sure have grown up a lot, Gukkie."

"I have all of you to thank for that," he whispered, the snuggled back into Yoongi's warm embrace. "Thank you. For always being by my side."

"I'll be here as long as you want me, Bun."

******

"Relax and enjoy your classes, Bun," Yoongi said, chuckling as he held Minjun on his hip and watched as the younger man rushed around the house to make sure he had everything. It had been a couple of weeks since his birthday party, but he felt scatterbrained and had forgotten that tonight was Yoongi's work night- he had to bring him with him to pick up some things from the office.

"I know but still," Jeongguk sighed, brushing his fingers through his messy hair. "I feel terrible, but at least you have Jin hyung's car."

"Yeah, sometimes Pinkie has his uses," he teased as he bounced the sleepy Minjun on his hip. Jeongguk poked his tongue to his cheek, looking at his boyfriend through his lashes that caused him to roll his eyes. "Get going before you're late. We will see you when you get home."

"You're right," he muttered. Yoongi winked.

"I always am, Bun," he quipped. Jeongguk huffed, but leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and then to the sleepy Minjun who whined and reached out chubby arms for his father. Jeongguk cooed and pulled him into his arms. 

"I love you, baby," he murmured, pressing more kisses along his face. Minjun nuzzled his father, holding him close with strong arms and mumbled a soft "stay" but he sighed and hugged him tighter. "I'll be home soon. Stay with papa?"

"Okay daddy."

Jeongguk nodded and handed Minjun back who cuddled right back into Yoongi's side. The sight was something that still softened him. "Be safe? Don't stay out so late and try to avoid the roads. It rained and it's below freezing so it might be icy."

"Oh my god, what are you? My mother?" he groaned, rolling his eyes. "Shoo, rascally rabbit."

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, but smile as he left for his classes. Yoongi watched him go, a smile on his face as he looked at the sleeping lump that was attached to his hip. He kissed his head.

"Come on, Baby Bun. Papa has to get to work, then maybe we can get some ice cream before mean old daddy comes back," he crooned. The toddler smiled, nodding his head as he rubbed his eyes.

Grabbing their coats, slipping on their shoes, he carries the toddler out to the car where he strapped him, adjusted him in the seat but frowned when he saw the seat belt wasn't clicking right.

Sighing, he brushed it off before he fixed it carefully then climbed into the front. He drove to his building, setting up Minjun's play area and didn't mind the way the toddler babbled as he worked for a couple of hours before he sighed and glanced at the clock.

He swore quietly, realizing that it was already almost nine. Grabbing his things, he gathered sleeping Minjun and hurried back to the car where he put the baby in and then climbed back in.

Sleep was digging at the edges of his mind, tearing into him as the roads blurred a bit in front of him. A yawn managed to crawl his way through as he glanced in the rear view mirror at the sleeping toddler in the back of the black truck and felt himself smile again.

Glancing back at the road, he was eager to return home and curl up to wait for Jeongguk to come back so they can shower together- their usual routine since it was their "adult time".

Out of all the sounds in the world, there was one sound that Yoongi was sure he would never forget. The screeching of tires, metal on metal like nails on a chalkboard, and the eerie sound of of his son screaming behind him.

****

The phone rang. 

The sound echoed throughout the classroom and catching Jeongguk off guard because his phone never rang during class. The professor gave him a look, pausing in his speaking to cast the brunet with a look.

Feeling anxious, he gathered up his phone and hurried out into the hall where he glanced at the unknown number before he answered it, feeling somewhat breathless. Something inside of him was aching, his heart wrenching as his gut churned. 

"Hello?"

"Is this Jeon Jeongguk?" a soft female voice inquired. Jeongguk felt like his heart was in his throat, tongue laden with worry as his mind flashed to everyone he cared about.

One heartbeat.

Two.

"Y-yes."

"My name is Nurse Eunjin. I am calling in regards to your son, Jeon Minjun, and your other emergency contact, a Mr. Min Yoongi," she started, slowly, carefully, and with the softest voice that he had ever heard. Jeongguk felt as if he couldn't breathe, stumbling a bit as he gripped at the wall. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, a prayer falling from his lips as tears cascaded down his face faster than he thought possible. He couldn't breathe. His world was teetering. Churning like ocean waters during a storm.

"W-what happened? Is... fuck," he cursed, unable to even say the words, his entire body trembling. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His lung refused to work as he gripped the phone tighter. "P-please a-are they..."

"Please, Mr. Jeon, take a breathe. They are alive. They are at Seoul National Hospital. Mr. Min Yoongi and your son, Jeon Minjun, was in a car accident and admitted under the hospital for emergency-"

Jeongguk wasn't sure when he started moving. But he was. His timberland's smacking against the concrete as he flew threw the building. He didn't care who he bumped into, tears streaming down his face, and his lungs seizing in his chest.

He burst through the doors, tripping over his own feet as he sobbed when he ran smack into someone else. He tumbled to the ground, a curse from the person he had run into following, when he glanced up through blurred vision.

"Jeongguk? Dude, you okay?" Jackson Wang asked- a friend of Namjoon's, Jeongguk remembered, absently, and had met him a few times on campus, but he was past the point of caring or understanding as he sobbed louder.

He couldn't breathe. 

"I love you, Bun."

Jackson scowled, realizing that Jeongguk wasn't breathing right, the tears running endlessly on his face and his breathe hitching in his chest. Concerned, he leaned down and reached to help him but the boy jerked back.

"Whoa, easy. Dude, are you okay?"

"My son, my son, I need to get to my son," he blurted, then broke out into sobbing. Jackson felt stunned and confused, but he nodded his head.

"I have a car?"

"I need to get to my son! Please, please, I can't lose my son, I can't lose Yoongi, I can't fucking lose them," he sobbed harder, breaking back into breathless sobs and wails. Jackson felt his entire body tense- he didn't know a son but he knew a Yoongi.

"Where are they?" Jackson asked, grabbing Jeongguk's arm to gain his attention. He blubbered out the hospital name and the older man grabbed his keys and hauled him up. "Come on! I'll take you to the hospital."

Jackson led him to his Camry and hopped inside, Jeongguk on the other side, and the other hadn't stopped crying. He kept whispering their names under his breathe, his vision clouded and his words so jumbled that Jackson couldn't even understand him.

He drove fast, casting anxious and nervous glances to Jeongguk who was so lost within his mind that he was staring blankly at the road, as if he had lost all ability to think. He flinched and pressed harder on the gas.

There was questions running around in his head, but he kept them to himself since now really didn't seem like the time to ask about a "son" and if he really had one- though it was definitely on the tip of his tongue. 

When he rolled up to the hospital, Jeongguk fumbled for the belt and all but fell out of car. Jackson shouted his name, but he ignored him. All he could hear was Yoongi's voice in his head, and then the shouts of his son.

He dashed through the lobby, shoving people of the way as he ran into the desk and scared the nurse that was sitting there. He knew he looked like a wreck- eyes red and puffy, his hair wind blown and tousled, while his face was pale and sickly. 

"Please... my son, I need my son," he begged, sure that he was losing his mind. He felt as if his entire world had stopped, and he couldn't even think. "I need my boyfriend, please."

The nurse hopped up, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her brown eyes calm and sad as she reached out and touched his trembling hand. "Hey, hey, it's alright. Breathe for me. Deep breathes." He hesitatingly obeyed, still shaking. "Okay, can you give me a name?"

"I'm J-jeon Jeongguk... I'm here for M-min Yoongi and J-jeon Minjun," he whimpered, another wave of tears cascading down his face. He heard a panting Jackson somewhere behind him but he ignored him.

He didn't matter right now.

The nurse nodded, squeezing his hand. "They both are alright. They were in a pretty bad accident. The car slipped on some ice and the driver, Mr. Min Yoongi, crashed into a nearby building that was luckily abandoned and unoccupied." Jeongguk whimpered more. "He suffered a pretty bad head injury and was knocked out- recently woke up. However, it seems some damage was done to his ears. The airbag hit pretty hard and he seems to have lost some hearing."

Jeongguk felt his legs go weak. Jackson cursed and grabbed him, holding him up as the nurse frowned worriedly, her brown eyes softening further as she stared at the broken man. Jeongguk clutched onto Jackson.

"I love you, Bun."

"Daddy!"

"What about... what about my son?" he breathed, his voice trembling and legs unable to stand straight. Everything was going through his head.

"He suffered a pretty bad concussion and a broken collar bone- he has been placed in a medical induced coma since he is so young and fragile," she explained slowly, calmly, and her gentle voice was somewhat soothing, but the pain was overwhelming. "He will be alright, probably awake in a few days." 

He wasn't sure what to do anymore. He wanted to cry and run. He was so scared. He needed his son. He needed his boyfriend. He needed something.

"Minjun is in room 304, and Mr. Min is in 305," she offered kindly. Jackson thanked her, offering a shaky smile of his own as he helped Jeongguk walk numbly into the the room where his son was.

There was something undeniably horrible about seeing your son lying weakly in the hospital bed, his body wrapped in a cast and his forehead covered by a thick bandage while his usually bright skin was dulled and sickly, his mouth covered with an oxygen mask.

A pain that was different from grief, different from heartbreak. It was an emotion that was so overwhelming, so drowning, and yet so dry that it left you unable to move. As if you move, it breaks and your child is gone.

A moment of utter terror that it's your entire world, hooked up to a machines running on life that could just run out.

Something inside of him snapped.

Cracked. Fractured. Shattered. 

Like glass, he realized that the only thing that kept him alive for so long was close to death. That tonight, that last little "okay daddy" could have been the last. It could have the last time he had held him in his arms.

That realization was enough to make him fall to his knees and scream out a exhausted wail. 

He was grateful that Jackson didn't say a word, just left the room without a word. Leaving him to his agony as he crawled over to his son's bed and grasped at his hand. It felt so cold, so small, so weak under his own.

And he didn't move.

Not even an inch.

Not when he heard Taehyung's sobbing, and Hoseok's shouts. He didn't even move when he felt Seokjin shaking his shoulder, screaming out his name in desperation. He was sure that he heard Namjoon and Seokjin arguing, some more of Taehyung holding him.

 He never slept. Did he eat?  If he did, it didn't stay down.

He never moved. 

He felt like he had stopped breathing. Time stopped.

And he didn't breath again until he saw his son's eyes flutter, his brown eyes hazy and a flinch over his face before his eyes clouded with confused and frightened tears. Jeongguk lunged forward, squeezing his hand.

"Minjun? Baby? It's okay, Daddy is here. I'm right here," he breathed, caressing his hand with a feather touch, afraid to touch too hard. Minjun turned his hazy eyes, squinting a bit as tears leaked down his chubby cheeks.

"D-daddy?" he croaked, more tears falling. Jeongguk felt his heart squeeze and he leaned down and pressed his lips to his cheek. "Head... hurts..."

"I know, baby. You'll be okay. I promise."

The toddler nodded, whimpering a bit, before his eyes flickered around the empty room. "Where... papa?"

Jeongguk didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what to say. He had yet to go and see him, the anger burning in his gut was hot and heavy. If it wasn't for Yoongi, Minjun wouldn't be laying between hospital sheets with needles in his arm.

Yoongi who drove him late. Yoongi who wasn't paying attention. Yoongi who almost killed Minjun. He didn't are if he was being irrational, if he wasn't thinking right. He almost lost his son, the only thing that kept him alive for three years.

"Asleep. Next room."

The baby nodded weakly, his eyes fluttering closed as he fell back to sleep. The weight had been lifted from Jeongguk's chest as he settled back in the chair and stared at his sleeping son, face pinched with pain even in sleep.

There something brutally slaughtering in words that are said in the heat of anger. Something that is slick and oily, leaving a ashy taste in your mouth and the regret that doesn't hit until you realized that you just hit every weak spot, every Achilles's heel, in someone you love.

Anger is thoughtless, merciless, and colder than the steel of a sharpened knife. Words, in so many ways, hurt more than punches, then slices across one's skin. Words are damaging, ingrained within your thoughts like a ghost.

Jeongguk drummed his fingers absently against the front desk, eyes flickering over the screen of the hospital bill. The lobby was mostly empty during the week hours of the morning, but Jeongguk was in the mood to sleep.

Taehyung was in with the sleeping Minjun, and Seokjin and Namjoon left when visiting hours were over, saying they would come back tomorrow. Hoseok was with Yoongi, the last he heard Taehyung and Hoseok speaking. 

He wasn't sure anymore. He wasn't really sure of anything. He felt as if he was in the clouds. His thoughts were blurring together, time seemed so inconsistent. He was a lost lamb- desperate to find it's way out.

"Jeongguk?"

Jeongguk froze. His fingers stilled over the cool wood of the front desk at the voice that was too soft, but the rasp was there, the barely audible purr hidden within the slight gruffness and unsure why he said the name.

A part of Jeongguk melted under that voice. Wanted to curl up and cuddle and never leave his side. But the darker, exhausted, angry side wasn't having any of it. His eyes flashed as he turned, eyes looking on Min Yoongi.

He looked terrible, his sugary skin now a ashen grey and his cheeks sunken in to show his cheekbones. His body looked frail and malnourished, making Jeongguk really wonder how long it has been.

His white hair was ragged, somewhat greasy, and a bandaged was wrapped around his ear and his head. He stood with his shoulders slumped forward, making him seem even smaller, tinier, and his lips were chapped and raw. 

His head was cocked a bit to the left, his un-bandaged ear slightly forwards and his dark cat eyes have deep bruises underneath hat made him look like the living dead. But he stared at Jeongguk with an expression that was a mix between agony, hope, fear, and such despair that it nearly took his breathe away.

"Bun?" 

"What are you doing here?" Jeongguk answered, turning his head away as if he barely knew him. The sharp inhale of breathe followed, the soft padding of boots from his feet that signaled he was coming closer. 

"Can... can you... speak louder? I can't..." the other mumbled, a hand reaching to touch him. Jeongguk felt that anger, that rage, so bitter. So cold. It surged through his blood and caused his smack the other's hand away.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" he screamed. Yoongi flinched, ducking his head as he stared at Jeongguk in disbelief as the younger man clenched his teeth, gritting them so hard he wondered how they didn't crack in half. "YOU ALMOST KILLED MY SON! HE'S HERE BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Yoongi took a step back, something similar to heartbreak across his face. His eyes fluttered. "I... I'm sorry."

Jeongguk scoffed. "Sorry? You're fucking sorry? Minjun is my fucking life. The reason I am even breathing and didn't fucking off myself years ago! And now, because of you, the man I trusted to take care of my son, is in a fucking hospital bed!" 

The nurse stood, quietly asking him to keep it down or take it outside but he bared his teeth. He didn't care anymore. He was so angry. He wanted to scream, to shut, to let everyone hear his pain.

He knew, somewhere, in the back of his head that this was wrong. Yoongi did nothing wrong. It was an accident.

But he wasn't rational.

"Jeongguk," Yoongi breathed, his voice once again slightly off but tears were gathering in his eyes. "I didn't mean for this to happen... I'm sorry. It... it was an accident."

"Get out. Get the fuck out, Min Yoongi. I don't want to see you. I don't want to be near you. Get the fuck out of here," he sneered, hands clenched by his sides. Yoongi looked stricken, his face turning whiter than a sheet as he shook his head.

"Jeongguk-"

"I SAID GET OUT!" he shouted louder, shriller. Yoongi flinched back further, looking as if the very words had lashed him like a whip. Hitting him directly across the chest. He whimpered, stepping back. "I don't need you anymore. Get out. I can't even look at you."

"Okay."

Jeongguk jerked his head up as Yoongi gave him the saddest of smiles then turned on his heel and moved for the front of the hospital. Shocked, he felt the air in his lungs leave as he watched Yoongi stride out of the hospital and into the streets.

He didn't even glance back.

That was the last time he saw Min Yoongi.

When he returned to his home, he expected Yoongi to be there. But instead, everything was gone. A few pictures were missing from the walls, his clothes gone, his music gone. Everything that was once Min Yoongi was gone.

Like a ghost.

The only thing that remained was the soft voice calling out for "Papa" and the little reminders of the once dark eyes and gummy smile that brandished the walls. 

Jeongguk almost moved for the coffee shop. To step inside and see him up close- see if his eyes still crinkled, or he still scrunched his nose when he didn't like the idea of something. He wondered if his smile was the same.

He wondered what Yoongi would say if he saw Jeongguk.

Would there be relief? Fear? Maybe anger? He would be alright with any of those, because he knew that he deserved whatever he got if he did.

But fear held him back. 

Showing himself now after all this time? To intersect his life and collide again into Yoongi's seemed wrong. He had done enough damage. What if Yoongi was happy? And he comes in and ruins it the way he ruined it five years ago?

The way he treated Yoongi those five years ago was unforgivable, and God, did Hoseok and Taehyung love to remind him of that. Whenever they got in a argument, that would be the first thing brought up.

The way Jeongguk had banished Yoongi from their lives. 

Despite the fact Jeongguk was still close friends with Hoseok, there was this gap now. This wall that was put up between them because of him, Yoongi left without a word. Never said anything to Hoseok, to Taehyung, or even Namjoon or Seokjin.

His phone line was disconnected, his social media deleted.

Seeing him now, he felt as if he truly was staring at a ghost. A mere figment of his imagination. Somehow able to make up the soft lines of his face and pouty pink lips that he once kissed and knew better than his own.

However, some part of him knew that it really was Yoongi. That he was standing inside the coffee shop with his aloof posture and bored stare. Wearing a simple hoodie to banish the cooler weather and his hair messy on his head while his jeans showcased his thin legs that he prided over.

I am still so in love with you.

He stared one more minute, soaking in the beautiful Min Yoongi while he could. His heart still fluttered, and his body so desperately wanted to rush in there and throw his arms around the other but he refrained. 

He wasn't some teenage kid anymore. He was a grown man, he had a company- a job- to run and standing there lingering on the past was something that he couldn't do. Not right then. 

It's been five years. 

Straightening, he cast one longing look towards the person who once was his world, and pressed on with his hands shoved in his pockets and his body moving on autopilot towards the building a little ways away.

GCF Studios.

Jeongguk opened it about a year or so ago, a little after he graduated from college, and it was called formally as Golden Closet Films Studios. It was a arts studio for kids and teenagers. It taught dance, vocals, art, paint, and photography for now, run by Taehyung, Hoseok, Namjoon, and himself.

Jeongguk taught vocals, some dance when Hoseok allowed him too, and art. He taught the basic art styles of shading, sketching, and some still life and abstract. Hoseok was the main dance teacher. Taehyung taught paint and photography, while Namjoon managed the legal things such as paperwork, music, and licensing. He was in charge of the website and social media, so he was the brains of the entire thing.

Which was honestly fine with Jeongguk. Even after college, math had never been his strong suit so he rather leave it to someone who knew their way around numbers and marketing better than he did. 

The business was going well, and Jeongguk was quite proud of himself. He wanted to add possibly a instrument area where they could teach piano among other instruments and the art of making sheet music and songs in general. 

However, that was out of Jeongguk's expertise, and Namjoon said he couldn't teach instruments since he barely could play piano, and teaching kids wasn't his thing when it came to making music, so for now the idea was out of his head. 

But he mostly wanted to do it because Yoongi loved piano and now Minjun loved it too. He would play piano at his elementary school, hang out in the music room and practice before Seokjin or himself came to get him.

Because Yoongi would play for him when he was three. 

Five years may have passed, but Yoongi was tangled within their lives still. Ingrained so deeply within their routine that it was almost painful. Minjun had never forgotten, and he was sure that he would never forget.

It was little things. The tiniest of things that almost didn't matter, but it did. The way Minjun would dress in all black sometimes, or stare towards the front as if waiting for Yoongi to walk in and call out a soft "baby bun?". 

How Minjun started collecting bunny stuffed animals, and had a piano key chain since he said it reminded him of his papa who would play for him. 

Jeongguk knew that- he knew that from day one when Minjun woke up and was sobbing for his "papa" only to tell him that he was gone, and he wasn't coming back.

Jeongguk never hated himself, hated what he had done, as much as he did then. Minjun wouldn't stop crying. He never spoke to anyone again- he stopped talking to Taehyung, to Hoseok, to even Seokjin.

He rarely even spoke to Jeongguk.

When he turned six, he finally started to talk, but only a little. Now, he was almost eight and spoke like a regular child. He still didn't speak with strangers if he didn't have to, but most of the time, he was like any other kid.

Even after everything Jeongguk did when he was a baby. 

Jeongguk sighed, pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind as he poked his tongue to his cheek. His building was just up ahead, a sleek upscale looking building located off of Gangnam in central Seoul.

It wasn't overly fancy, just well enough that it looked gleaming with it's glassy windows and golden letters of his studio. The walls were a simple dark grey that stood out among the other buildings and gave a classy feel to them, almost to resemble a piano. 

Slipping into the glass doors, he smiled at the familiar layout. 

The first floor was the art studio, right after the front lobby where you could check in, ask questions, and see different options. Namjoon usually sat behind the desk, glasses askew on his nose and buried into the computer.

The desk was sleek and round, perched off to the side while the rest was a lounging area for parents of kids, which was separated by glass. On the other side of the glass was the art studio which was filled with tables, easels, and a giant shelf filled with different art supplies.

Taehyung was currently in there, covered in paint and a large smile on his face as his blue hair bounced on his head as went from child to child, teaching them to paint what looked like birds today but who knew with Taehyung?

Some parents littered the lounge, drinking their coffee and relaxing as they offered him a kind greeting that he returned before he leaned against the desk to stare at his older friend. He pursed his lips when he noticed that Namjoon hadn't noticed his presence. 

"Hyung," he called. The older peeled his eyes away and blinked once before he smiled fondly. 

"Oh, hey, Guk. You're here early today," he commented, glancing at the time. Jeongguk hummed, fingers drumming tiredly against the sleek wood of the desk as he sighed. "You have a vocals class today at eleven- five to eight years old. Then someone who wants to see if they can teach contemporary and ballet dance here? I know you said you wanted to branch out and Hobi isn't big on those styles."

Jeongguk pursed his lips, his fingers stilling. There wasn't many dance styles they offered- mostly street, hip hop, and some regular pop but they never really could get more into the other styles. Hoseok wasn't any of that type of dancer and Jeongguk had never really been taught any of that.

He brushed his fingers through his fringe. "How's the guy look?"

Namjoon nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "Good. He sent an email saying he's from Busan, attended dance school in Daegu for the past couple of years, but attended college here in Seoul before that," Namjoon prattled listlessly. "He has great grades- good at math and sciences it seems. Good resume- worked at a bar here. He's Taehyung's age, actually, so that's nice. His name is familiar though... Park Jimin?"

"Park Jimin?" Jeongguk repeated, the name ringing a dull familiar bell in his head, but he couldn't place it. He scrunched his nose, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. "Sounds familiar but I can't remember anyone. See if he wants to come by the studio today? Have a look around."

"Sure," he replied and tapped on his computer. Jeongguk glanced over at Taehyung, watching as he worked. Five years really changed a person, and knew that, but a lot of the changes in Taehyung were a lot more prominent.

His cheeks had become sharper, more defined, and his body filled out a bit more, becoming a bit thicker, huskier. He was very much a man now, Jeongguk noted, compared to the soft, boyish looks that he once held.

He was still beautiful, even with the bright blue hair and tougher appearance. But ever since Yoongi left he was different. Sometimes, he would get this look on his face, so blank and empty, and he knew it was because he missed the older man.

They had a connection- Jeongguk could see that in the way Taehyung took care of Yoongi. He would carry him on his back when he was exhausted from dance class, or they went out together. To Taehyung, Yoongi was the one that brought him out of the traditional shell and urged him to be himself.  

Now, that man was gone.

"You okay, Guk?" Namjoon wondered, breaking Jeongguk from his dark thoughts and pain that was clenching at his chest. Jerking, his eyes fluttered back to Namjoon who was watching him without judgement.

Out of all of his friends, Namjoon was the one who was the most understanding. He had stated that he disagreed with what Jeongguk had done that day. Told him that he was acting out of anger, being a asshole and a brat, but he knew that he was angry.

And that sometimes anger made you do things that you weren't proud of later. 

He was the one that snapped him back in place, reminding him that it wasn't Yoongi's fault. That everything that happened, Yoongi lost something too.

In a way, it felt like Namjoon understood where Jeongguk was coming from.

He still hated Jeongguk for driving away Yoongi, but he was more understanding than at least the others. He could also sense the underlying sadness in Namjoon- the way he would look out the window as if trying to imagine where Yoongi might be or if he was alright.

It made his gut clench.

"I saw him."

Namjoon's brow furrowed, confusion lining his features as he leaned back. He removed his glances as he stared at Jeongguk with curiousness that glinted in his light brown eyes.

"Who?"

"Yoongi," he breathed. He can't remember the last time he had said the name aloud, too afraid that if he did, he would break apart and the memory of him would fly away. Disappear like he did. 

At first, Namjoon didn't react until it seemed to sink in. His eyes widened, something akin to longing, to deep rooted pain and agony flashing in his eyes as he stared at Jeongguk in shock. He inhaled a shuddering breathe.

"You... you saw... you saw Yoongi?" he asked carefully, voice trembling a bit as his eyes watered. Jeongguk nodded his head once. He exhaled, fighting off a sob. "Hyung? You really saw hyung?"

"I would know him anywhere, Joon hyung," he mumbled back. He could never forget. He haunted him at night, the feeling of calloused fingers running over his skin and his breathe over his neck. He could never ever forget the deep raspy purr as he muttered "Bun" or the way his eyes glinted, the little pink gums that seemed to be reserved for him and Minjun.

How could he forget the person that gave him so much to live for?

Namjoon looked so pained. His face was strained, dark eyes glittering while he took a small breathe and lowered his head. His shoulders curled inward, but he didn't answer. 

Jeongguk slipped away from the desk, unable to bear that look as the guilt burned at his insides, eating away at the corners of his mind and the pit of his stomach. 

"How did he look? Was he... was he happy?" Namjoon called after him. Jeongguk paused, his legs stopping as he remembered the coffee shop. The way he stared towards the coffee menu with his lips set in that little pout and the aloof stance.

The way the sun broke through the window like some kind of messed up fairy tale to dance over his black hair and pale skin. 

A smile touched his face. "Yes. He was happy." 

Namjoon kept quiet after that. Jeongguk headed into the art room where he waved to Taehyung, who eagerly waved back with a grin, before he trudged up the steps to the second floor which held the dance studios.

Music was pouring from one of them, letting him know that Hoseok was already working in one so he pressed on, heading further upstairs till he reached the recording booths and sound proof rooms were the vocal training was taught. 

The rooms were empty, but he found that reassuring as he lowered himself into the chair in the middle of recording booth and pulled his headphones in. He closed his eyes, listening to the music.

Jeongguk lost himself to the music, to the way it soothed the ache in his chest that hasn't left since everything that happened five years ago. The notes tangled in his mind, leaving his throat as he sang with everything he had and let time go.

By the time his class started, Jeongguk had burning cheeks when he realized that too much time had passed. He smiled when saw the small group of kids- weekday mornings were for kids who were generally home-schooled so the numbers were a lot less.

Smiling, he got to work in passing out the sheet music and singing with the group. It was always the best part of the day, sharing what he loved with the kids who were so eager to learn how to. It always made a smile touch his lips.

When class was over, Jeongguk was stretching out his limbs and sighing into the air as Taehyung ambled into the room, his sliders on his feet and his face holding a small smile as he tossed a water bottle that he easily caught.

"God, I am so ready for Friday," Taehyung moaned, collapsing onto one of the chairs as his long, slender fingers unscrew the lid of his water and turned his head towards the window where people bustled around the streets of Seoul.

Jeongguk snorted, amused, but lowered himself in his own chair with a sigh of his own. Friday was the only day they closed early since it was him and Minjun's night- usually just the two of them and once a month all of them got together for a movie night. 

Sipping at the cool water, he offered a small smile. "So, you are coming then?" he asked softly, eyes flickering back to his ring adorned fingers and where the bracelet Yoongi had given him glinting in the light of the room.

Taehyung flickered his chocolate eyes towards him, pink lips pulling into a line. "Of course. Min Min is still my world and always will be," he answered, his deep velvet voice a shade darker. He turned his eyes away. "Even if you fucked up."

"Tae," Jeongguk sighed, flinching a bit at the constant reminder. He knew he deserved it, and he would never deny that, but sometimes the words cut him further into pieces as his fingers tightened around the bottle. 

The elder man clucked his tongue, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. "Never mind. Forget I said anything." He twisted his head back towards the window, a frown slowly appearing on his features. 

"Taehyung," Jeongguk called out. The other hummed but didn't look away from the window. Jeongguk opened his mouth, ready to tell him that he saw him, that he was in Seoul, but something stopped him. "We, uh, have a someone coming today."

"I know. Park Jimin." Taehyung cracked a weary smile. "He went to our college."

Surprise filtered through Jeongguk, staring at Taehyung in stunned silence. "He did? Did you know him?"

"Of course I did. We were friends once, but he moved to Daegu for some dance scholarship," he explained, raking his fingers through his blue locks thoughtfully. "He was a great dancer, and a cute guy. He would fit in here." He shrugged. 

Silence trickled back between them. Jeongguk returned to sipping his water before he glanced at the clock. Standing slowly, he approached Taehyung and nudged him. The older uncurled himself and stood, walking by Jeongguk's side down the stairs. 

Reaching the lobby, Jeongguk was glad that it was their break time and the place was empty. Hoseok was standing by the desk where Namjoon was, a towel around his neck and his body covered in sweat as he smiled towards the other.

Hoseok's cherry red hair had been replaced with a natural black, bangs currently falling in front of his face and plastered to the sides of his profile. His lean body hadn't changed much, his clothes consisting of sweats and a tee from dancing.

As soon as Taehyung saw him, a smile lit up his face as he dashed over and collided his body against the other. Hoseok broke out into laughter despite the fact he nearly ended up on his ass as he grasped at Taehyung's arms to keep him up.

"Well, hello to you too, baby," he greeted. Taehyung beamed, leaning down to press his lips against Hoseok who adjusted his body so that it was flush against the other and his hands resting on Taehyung's waist.

Jeongguk was smiling while Namjoon rolled his eyes, returning them to the screen of his computer as paused and rested against the desk. Namjoon caught his eyes, flashing a warm smile while rolling his eyes.

"I swear, one day I am going to catch them fucking in the supply closet or in one of the dance studios," he griped, clacking on the keys as he shot the couple a disgusted look. Jeongguk cackled as Taehyung turned, breaking the kiss to wink.

"How do you know we haven't already?" he asked sweetly. Namjoon pulled a horrified face while Hoseok rolled his eyes and smacked Taehyung lightly on his butt. The younger yelped, but pouted towards his boyfriend. "Fine! We haven't."

"Good boy," Hoseok murmured, kissing his forehead. Taehyung melted, blushing a bit as he snuggled into the smaller form of his boyfriend with red cheeks.

Jeongguk felt his insides soften. There was something about those two that always made him smile because Hoseok always treated Taehyung as if he was a gem, a certain sweetness and overwhelming sense of caring that always appeared and never changed during these five, almost six years. 

It made him ache. 

Rolling his eyes again, Namjoon grumbled about wanting Jin to come so he can cuddle his husband instead of watching them cuddle. Hoseok chuckled before he pulled Taehyung into the art room to clean up.

Namjoon watched them go, smiling a bit to himself before his eyes flickered to Jeongguk. If he could see the pain in his eyes, he didn't say anything. He just gave a tiny smile and turned his eyes back to the screen.

Before Jeongguk could break the silence, the door to the studio opened. Pushing past the memories, he turned with a smile and saw a small, lithe form striding in with a nervous and awestruck grin on his face. 

He was incredibly good-looking. Almost like a fairy with the soft apple cheeks and full pink lips that were pulled into the brightest of smiles. His hair was fluffy and a ash blond color that fell over his forehead in little soft waves. He wore a simple red sweater that swallowed his frame and tight acid wash jeans with boots. Silver earrings dangled from his ears and he was on the smaller side- much smaller than Jeongguk.

He would place him around Yoongi's height.

"You must be Park Jimin?" Jeongguk greeted, striding over with a smile. The man grinned, nodding his head eagerly so that his soft hair bounced on his head. His small, chubby fingers were clutching the satchel that rested on his hip.

"That's me. You must be RM? The one who emailed me?" he asked, his voice sweet as honey, lilting and soft like a melody and a hint of a Busan dialect that was hidden within the Seoul that he was using.

Jeongguk shook his head. "No. I'm Jeongguk, the owner." Jimin made a "O" shape with his mouth before he bowed his head and let out a large smile. that caused his cheeks to puff up and turn his eyes to crescents. "Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure is mine! Thank you for letting me come and look." He flushed a bit, fingers reaching up and nervously raking through the blond strands. Jeongguk chuckled, waving him off before he gestured to the place.

"Shall we get started? I can show you around, tell you a bit about what we do here, if you like?" Jeongguk offered, giving a small business smile. Jimin smiled back, hand dropping back to his side as he shifted his weight and gestured for the door.

"Can we wait a moment? I... my roommate is coming in too, he just had to do something really fast but, he wanted to see the place too," he explained with a tiny smile. Before Jeongguk could answer, the door opened and Jimin brightened, turning on his heel. "Hyung! Just in time!"

Jeongguk raised his head and felt his entire body freeze. Coal colored hair, sugary pale skin, and pouty kitten lips while dark eyes were framed by long lashes was walking into the studio with a blank look across his face. 

Jeongguk was never really one to believe in fate, or coincidences, but he knew life could be cruel. This felt like the ultimate punishment, seeing the way he was just there, standing a little ways away. So close, and yet so unbelievably far. 

Still somehow untouchable.

The very air from his lungs had been punched straight from him, his chest aching and his legs trembling. A part of him felt like a bunny, standing in front of a wolf, and he wanted to run. Book it before those dark eyes flickered to him and eat him up.

But he frozen. Locked in place by whatever forces that made his legs not able to function and the roaring of his heart. The blood in his veins caused his heartbeat to rise to his ears as he watched Jimin skip over, his hands seeming to move in what appeared bits and pieces of sign language, speaking in risen tones, while Yoongi was frowning slightly.

He hadn't noticed him yet, too busy focused on the words that were spilling out of the blond' mouth and small hands moving in rapt precise movements. Hadn't bothered to glance over at the other people.

Escape.

Jeongguk took a step back, hands shaking and entire body trembling as nausea rolled in his gut. He left Yoongi back at the coffee shop for a reason. He left him there without saying a word because he had done something unforgivable. 

Yet, there he was. 

The movement seemed to draw attention because Yoongi paused. Jeongguk panicked, his mind going blank as he watched the other turn his head towards him. 

Dark eyes met his own. It seemed like the entire world had stopped, time being forgotten as everything else fell away except the way the other's pink lips parted, his brows rose in shock, and the dark orbs flickered with emotions that Jeongguk couldn't read past the thundering of his heart. 

Jimin stopped talking, seeming to sense that they knew one another and went silent, his eyes flickering between the two with a nervous glint. 

Namjoon, who noticed the tension that rose in the air, looked up and gasped as he stood slowly, his own eyes looking like plates as he stared towards the man that use to be his best friend. 

"Yoongi?" Namjoon breathed out, but the other didn't seem to hear him or notice him yet. He remained staring towards Jeongguk with unmoving, marble eyes while his hands clenched by his sides. As if afraid to move, to break the sudden staring contest. 

Jimin had his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes flickering around. 

Mouth feeling as if it was the Sahara desert, Jeongguk found his feet taking a step forward. Yoongi flinched, stepping back as he eyed the other unsure grimace.

Something in Jeongguk broke.

"Hyung," he mumbled, reaching out his hand to touch him. The desire to see if he was real was surging through his blood, to feel his soft skin beneath his fingertips. Yoongi's brow furrowed, mouth becoming a firm line. "Yoongi, I am so fucking sorry."

Yoongi's head cocked to the side, irritation flashing over his features but before he could do anything Namjoon stumbled from around the desk and flung himself at Yoongi. The older stumbled, a yelp erupting from his throat when he felt arms encase him.

Namjoon was shaking, skin pale and tears leaking from his eyes as he clung tightly to the smaller man whose eyes widened when he realized who it was. His mouth parted, a whoosh of air escaping his lips as he mumbled out  a soft "Namjoon?" before he ended up hugging him back.

"Hyung, oh my god, it's you," Namjoon sobbed, hugging him tighter as he cried into his shoulder. Yoongi's eyes were wet, but a tear didn't slid down his cheek as he hugged him back. Jeongguk had yet to move, yet to breathe.

When Namjoon pulled away, he staring into Yoongi's face who offered a slightly amused, sad smile as he looked Namjoon over- noting his simple brown hair that flopped over his features and the silver framed glasses perched on his nose. His attire was just as simple.

"You haven't changed," Yoongi commented, his voice a little too soft, a slight slur to his words that didn't sound quite right and the purr was missing. Jeongguk frowned- something sounded off. "You're still a tree."

Namjoon broke into a laugh, wiping his face with his hand before more tears slid down his face and he hugged him again. Yoongi grunted, surprised, but patted him with a small smile. He refused to look over at Jeongguk, focusing on the other.

"You look good," Namjoon commented, pulling away. Yoongi frowned, tilting his head before he tapped his ear with a simple index finger. 

"Speak up," he said slowly, the slurred words sounding more slurred as he narrowed his eyes on Namjoon's lips. Stunned, the younger stepped back. Yoongi sighed, looking towards Jimin before his hands moved in Korean Sign Language.

Jimin frowned. "See, hyung, this is why I said always wear your hearing aids, but you never listen to me," he retorted, his hands moving with his words. Yoongi shot him a unimpressed look but never said anything. 

Jimin turned towards Namjoon with a shy look.

"Um, you have to speak loud and clear. Yoongi hyung couldn't hear you," he said, eyes flickering between the two. Namjoon's eyes widened before they returned to Yoongi who was too busy trying to not even glance in Jeongguk's direction to notice. 

"He suffered a pretty bad head injury and was knocked out- recently woke up. However, it seems some damage was done to his ears. The airbag hit pretty hard and he seems to have lost some hearing."

The nurses voice filtered through Jeongguk's mind. His world tilted, his vision tunneled when he realized that Yoongi was deaf, remembering back to the way he had acted when he had last spoken to him.

Something cold slithered into Jeongguk's body, his throat closing as tears burned in his eyes. He didn't bother to stop them as his chest clenched and lungs seized in his chest. The self hatred that he knew like a lover was bubbling back in his chest. 

It was like oil, blackening his thoughts, clutching his lungs, and his mind screaming at him for what he had done. He stood there, his body trembling, his knees weak, and his hands clenched by his sides.

Namjoon wasn't sure what to say because the door to the art studio opened and the sound of Taehyung's gasp echoed throughout the room like a hollowed bell, but it did nothing to break the spell that had fallen over the other four.

"Hyung?" Taehyung breathed, eyes large and glassy as he stared at the smaller man who wasn't glancing at him, didn't even flinch at his entrance. He stepped closer, and closer. No one stopped him until he was a few feet away.

Yoongi's dark eyes fluttered over, eyeing Taehyung, before recognition lit up in his marbled orbs. They searched his blue hair and grown appearance before he backed up. No one moved as Yoongi looked overwhelmed, overridden with pain as he looked Taehyung over and then behind him where his eyes locked with Hoseok.

"Hoseok?" the other breathed, the slur to his voice somewhat less. The dancer was staring at him in complete disbelief, his hand tight around the frame of the door and his mouth agape as he stared. Yoongi looked as if he was staring at ghosts.

Before anyone could process anything, Yoongi was gone. Ducking out of the studio before anyone could even move. 

Hoseok gasped, stepping forward to follow him but Namjoon grabbed his bicep and pulled him back. The other snarled, turning to cast a angry glare towards Namjoon with bared teeth. "Let me go! That's my best friend!"

"And he ran," Namjoon retorted sadly. "He... he was overwhelmed, Hobi hyung. Give him a moment." 

Jeongguk didn't move. He was afraid to move, to breathe, even when Jimin's eyes fluttered over the group before he ducked out of the studio and disappeared onto the street. Taehyung had tears running down his face, and without a word he turned and headed up the stairs.

Namjoon let Hoseok go, watching as he sunk onto the floor and burst into tears.

Jeongguk raked his hand through his hair, feeling everything inside of him burning. Unsure of what else to do, he joined Hoseok on the floor and let the tears to stream down his face without remorse. 

*****

Procrastination had been Jeongguk's best friend in college and high school, when he did attend, but now as he stood hovering outside his apartment door with a frown on his face and his eyes dull, it was not his best friend. 

On the other side of the door was his son, waiting for him with Seokjin who was home from his cafe. The idea of going inside and facing either of them with the truth about what happened today, with who he saw, was enough to send him back into tears.

But he didn't.

"Pull yourself together, Guk. You aren't a baby," he muttered with a sigh as he poked his tongue to his cheek. The idea of facing his son to tell him that his papa was seen today was something that made pain bubble in his stomach.

Jeongguk knew he was grown now, but sometimes, he felt as if he was still that sixteen year old kid. There was some things he still struggled to learn, and it was usually about who he was and how to handle himself, and it was moment's like this when it was obvious.

Sighing to himself, he pushed open the door to the apartment was greeted by a familiar sight. Seokjin was standing in the kitchen, his hair a simple soft brown with his silver framed glasses perched on his nose. 

He wore a beige turtle neck sweater, some simple black jeans. His face was still as stunning as when he was younger, despite the fact he was almost thirty soon, and his hair soft as it fell over his features.

The gold band on his finger glinted in the light of the kitchen as he was bending over the stove, the sight of son with his messy black-brown hair standing with him on his stool so he could reach was endearing and gentle.

Legally, Seokjin wasn't married to Namjoon. Gay marriage was still illegal in South Korea, but Seokjin was a stubborn man and bought them rings and signed their own papers to make them "wed" and just told everyone they were married.

It was charming since everyone already considered them married anyways, and whether or not the country saw that didn't really matter to the couple. They were happen and in love, so no one stopped them.

Minjun had grown a lot, and therefore growing into himself. He still looked like Jeongguk, but he was starting to see the differences between the two. His more delicate shaped features, slightly button nose, and the way his hair was more curled a bit as it fell over his dark chocolate eyes.

He was still small, even for an eight year old, and the scar from the broken collarbone when he was three still glinted and peeked out from his long sleeve shirt and his slacks. He was watching his hyung with rapt attention, humming to himself in a very Jeongguk way, and looking precious as he stood there.

Sometimes Jeongguk hardly believed that this little boy was his baby. His little Minjun that he loved so much, who use to sleep cradled in his arms, and then would run away with a lisp that was now almost gone from his voice. 

What was heartbreaking, however, was there was still some Yoongi lingering in the boy. Little things like the way he touched his ear with his hand, slightly bent fingers, or how he made a slight purring noise when he talked about certain things. 

At the sound of the door, Minjun turned, his bright, slightly toothless smile on full display. He was missing two of his bottom teeth, and one of his top teeth, while his puffy cheeks turned a bit puffier at the grin that caused his nose to scrunch like his father's.

Jeongguk felt himself soften.

"Daddy!" he cheered, rushing off the stool to rush towards his father. Jeongguk smiled and let his small body collide into his own. He chuckled at the weight. "You're home early! Jinie and I were making food! Look! Look!" 

Taking his hand, he dragged Jeongguk into the kitchen. Seokjin turned, a small smile on his face as he greeted the younger with a ruffle of his hair before showcasing what looked to be a type of stew that they were making.

Minjun was bouncing excitedly, looking towards his father with sparkling eyes. Jeongguk sniffed, noting the good smell and the messy chopping skills of the vegetables before he winked towards Minjun, hands dropping to his waist.

"Looks amazing, Baby Bun," he hummed, the endearment that Yoongi used unable to disappear. Minjun giggled, looking proud as he pointed towards his uncle Jinie with bright eyes.

"Jinie says that I could become a chef if I wanted," he hummed, feet shifting on his stool. "But I still wanna play the piano when I become big like you." 

Heart aching, his mind flashed back to dark eyes and gummy smile before he pulled Minjun close. The boy didn't seem to mind, hugging him back tightly and standing on his very tip toes to reach as he nuzzled his father's shoulder.

"Maybe then papa will come back."

And like a dam, Jeongguk broke out into tears as he clutched him tighter. It wasn't the first time he had heard Minjun say this. He had heard it since he was three and Yoongi was gone. Heard it almost every day.

But this time, it hit him harder than ever before because just like Minjun wished, he was back. Maybe not here physically with them, but he was back. He was seen, and it made everything, that nineteen year old kid who was so in love, come crawling back.

His first love, his only love, was back and it was like eight year old son knew that it would always end up this way.

Minjun frowned, tightening his hug. "What's wrong, daddy? Why are you crying?"

Jeongguk sniffed, hugging him tighter as he looked over his shoulder and saw Seokjin staring at him with surprise and curiosity, his brown eyes fluttering over his face to try and figure it out. But Jeongguk guessed whatever he saw made him realize because his eyes watered.

"Baby Bun... today... I... I saw your papa," he murmured, only to bare to look in him in the eye. Minjun gasped, twisting his tiny body so that he was staring at his father's tear stained face. It was the second hardest words he had ever said.

"You saw papa? Daddy where is he? Is papa coming home now?" Minjun asked, eyes darting towards the door with a hopeful glint that shattered Jeongguk just a bit more. The tears fell as a little faster. 

"No... he... we..." he sighed, tongue poking his cheek and his hand running through his hair. Minjun looked back at him with eyes that were starting to fill with tears. "Minjun, I don't know... I don't know if he is coming back."

"But... papa promised. He promised to be here..." Minjun mumbled, a tear running down his cheek. "I'm sorry daddy. I'm sorry that I got hurt. I want papa back." The boy whimpered, hand reaching up to touch his collarbone. "I'm sorry."

"Baby, no," Jeongguk whispered, pulling the now sobbing boy into his arms and hugging him tightly. His hot tears soaked through his shirt, his hands clenching, grasping at his shirt as he sobbed louder. Jeongguk rocked him. "It was not your fault. It was no ones fault. Just mine. It's my fault he left. I was stupid that day."

"Jinie says that a lot," Minjun mumbled, sniffling. "TaeTae too."

Jeongguk almost rolled his eyes, but instead he gave a wet laugh as he pulled away and touched his father's cheek. He looked much too serious for an eight year old, but that has been Minjun. He was always a little different.

"Papa knows. He gonna come back. He promised!" 

"Okay, Baby Bun," he murmured softly, unable to argue when he said it with so much certainty and love. Minjun beamed before he started wiggling and wanting to be put down. Chuckling he did so.

Minjun grabbed the plates, already rushing off to set the table. Jeongguk remembered when he was three and would do the paper plates- now they ate with regular glass plates. Five years sure can change a lot.

"You really saw him?" Jin asked, touching his shoulder gently. He gave a breathless laugh, turning back around with sad eyes and slightly lost expression as he nodded and wiped his face.

"Yeah. I did." Jeongguk huffed out a breathless laugh, mind returning to the soft features and coal black hair. "Hyung, I am still so in love with him. It actually hurts," he breathed out. "But he panicked at seeing us since it was at the studio and he ran. I feel like I lost him again."

"Doubtful. The man is stubborn," Jin snorted, shaking his head with a fond smile. "And determined. Now that he's seen you, he might seek you out again. Who knows? Or if Hobi saw him, he will and demand him to at least give him his number."

Jeongguk chortled. "True."

Seokjin gave a soft pat. "Give it time... things like this sometimes work out."

Jeongguk shook his head, eyes a little downcast as he glanced back to where Minjun was still setting the table. "No, hyung. This isn't a fairy tale. This isn't some fiction. This is life. I hurt him, hyung, badly. Maybe... we can be friends, but going back to what we were? After five years? I don't mess with fairy tales anymore. I leave that to Min."

"Once, you told me that you believed Yoongi was your serendipity. Your beginning." Seokjin gave a soft smile as he brushed Jeongguk's fringe, treating him like the kid he always would be in his eyes as he kissed his forehead. "Maybe it's not a fairy tale, but more of a new chance. A new aspect."

The words Spring Day touched his mind. His eyes flickered to his bracelet. 

Could it be the end of winter? 

"Hyung, are you even listening to me?" Park Jimin whined, his shrill voice sounding as if trudging through mud and the tone a little to tinny. Yoongi flinched, reaching up to touch his hearing aid as he cast a dark look towards the fairy boy.

"Jesus Christ, yes! I am listening to you! I have it turned on! You do not need to yell!" Yoongi snapped, rubbing his ear from the noise that he was no longer use to anymore. Jimin looked guilty for a moment, his lemonade hair dancing as he shifted his weight and nibbled his lip.

Huffing out a sigh, he dropped his hand back on the couch, dark eyes watching as Jimin floated around the living room of their small apartment. It was somewhat amusing- if Yoongi had to guess what his steps sounded like he would say there would be no sound at all. He moved like water, fluid and careful. Barely even touching the ground. 

Finally, he paused, running his pudgy fingers through his peroxide hair and pinning Yoongi back with the look. "What happened today, hyung?" he asked simply, his voice barely audible as it floated into his hearing aid and his hands moving with the question.

Jimin usually spoke to him with sign language and out loud- only because Yoongi sometimes couldn't hear his smaller voice and hated asking anyone to repeat themselves, so Jimin just added it saying "it could be your subtitles". 

He never knew how grateful Yoongi was for that.

Glancing away from soft, worried eyes, he glared out the window of their apartment where night had fallen and the city lights ignited the skies instead of the moon. It look was breathless outside, slight chilled by the winter in it's bones. 

But the image of Jeongguk was lingering his mind- gentle and so beautiful. His sweet brown eyes, still round and expressive, surrounded by soft tawny skin and tousled brown hair that fell over his forehead. He was slightly taller, the last traces of baby fat gone from his features and leaving a hard man beneath. 

His heart was aching, his skin screaming. He remembered the look on his face, haunting him like a melody, since it looked so pain-filled. So agonized, and it took everything inside him to not go over and pull him back into his arms.

To finally be home. 

Even after five years, Yoongi still considered that man home. The smell of baby powder and laundry detergent. The trickle of warmth from his skin and the sound of his cackling laughter- if he tried hard enough he could almost remember the sound.

But that was the problem with almost being deaf. Sounds start to lose meaning. 

Jimin, ever the patient man that he was when it came to Yoongi, stood quietly with his soft eyes watching him carefully. His fingers fiddled with the bottom of his red sweater but he didn't bother to try and get Yoongi to tell him faster.

He knew better than to try.

"It was him," he signed back, mumbling the words a bit under his breathe. He generally hated talking, since he knew that he mispronounced some words now, or they slurred together since he couldn't hear them properly.  

He practiced with Jimin who never seemed to mind his speech, but he still signed so that Jimin could understand him. 

Jimin cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing as his mind tried to recalled the "him" that he could be referring to when his eyes snapped open, what Yoongi was sure would have been a loud gasp, going through the air. 

The fairy stepped closer, grabbing Yoongi's hands from where they still hovered in the air for a moment. "Wait, him? As in your boyfriend? The one that you lived with and... your son?" Jimin asked, his voice still tinny against his hearing aid but it was better than before. 

Yoongi gave a stiff nod. Jimin searched his features before he threw his arms around the others neck and pulled him close. His scent of grapefruit and sweet cherries assaulted his senses, but he didn't mind as he hugged him back.

When he pulled back, he looked sheepish, fingers twiddling before forming words. "Well? I know you said that you weren't going to look for him when you moved here, you were going to ignore them and just help me, but," Jimin said, giving him a sly look, "you didn't have to look. You found him. What are you going to do?"

"Nothing."

Jimin pursed his lips, soft hair falling in front of his almond shaped eyes that glittered a bit as he huffed. Yoongi almost laughed, but he knew that Jimin was going to push this. He was just that kind of person. 

"Hyung," he said, voice just a bit louder in his good ear, redrawing Yoongi's attention with a scowl but he focused back on Jimin. "You can't ignore this. You can't ignore him. You told me, once, that you were still in love with him. Basing on your reaction, that's still how it is. Stop running, hyung. Fix this." 

Yoongi snorted. How do you fix something like this? It's been five years. There is nothing to be said. Jeongguk probably has moved on, Minjun was.... Yoongi didn't dare think about that. His mind was stuck on the image of the precious three year old that he could still seeing lying pale, blood dripping from his head and then another image of his bright bunny smile that matched his father. 

But then his mind drifted back to Namjoon, who had grown into himself. Then shifted back to the blue haired man that once had been a scared kid who was stunning, now looked like a full man and still bright.

And then Hoseok. Seeing him felt like a punch in the gut, a bitter taste of acid washing down his throat because the last time he had seen him, he was lying in the hospital bed, sobbing when he realized that he had lost bits of his hearing.

It's been five years since he had seen his best friends, his family, the people he loved more than anything. He had spent these five years adjusting to his new reality, working on his job that he loved, and taking care of Jimin who had helped him when he was alone. 

Jimin offered a small smile, seeming to sense that Yoongi didn't want to talk anymore since he stood, signing something about making dinner. He grunted, but he didn't pay attention as he turned his eyes towards the window. 

He jumped when he felt a hand touch his shoulder, startling him as he turned and saw Jimin hold up a piece of paper that has a number on it scrawled in Jimin's small, neat scrawl and his smile knowing.

Yoongi said nothing as he set it on the table in front of him, pointed to it, then walked back to the kitchen. Groaning to himself, he glanced at the name under the number. Namjoon. Of course. He had his number since that was who he had been emailing. 

A rock settled at the bottom of his stomach. A pit that churned and caused his skin to itch. His fingers twitched, a yearning nearly causing him to roll over. 

When he first moved back to Seoul, he stayed away. He avoided looking, he avoided anything to do with any of them. The city was big enough, and he knew that, but sometimes life is a bitch since his plan seemed to have failed. 

Now that he saw him, saw them, he couldn't help but miss everything that use to be. Miss the late night talks, the stupid phone calls, and teasing jokes that made him laugh until his stomach hurt.

He missed his old life. He missed Minjun with every breathe. He missed Jeongguk. He missed his best friends. He missed it. 

"Fuck it," he snapped to himself, he reached for his phone and grabbed the number. He didn't bother calling him- something phone calls the hearing aid was too poor for and he couldn't hear well enough so he just pulled up a chat bubble.

His fingers hesitated over the keyboard before he exhaled slowly. It was just Namjoon. He could always rely on Namjoon.

Yoongi: meet me at Han Gang park in 20 min.

Namjoon: Yoongi hyung? Is that you?

Yoongi felt his breathe catch, but a little smile tugged at his lips.

Yoongi: No, it's Santa Claus :) Be a good boy and meet there.

Namjoon: -_- I hope you can see my face hyung. Fine. I'll be there. Don't eat all those cookies, you fat ass.

Yoongi snorted to himself, amused and relieved that it seemed no matter how much time has passed, their friendship would remain the same. Locking his phone, he glanced up to see Jimin watching from the doorway, a smirk touching his plump pink lips and his hands on his hip.

Flashing the smaller man the finger, he stood and grabbed his jacket, shoving a beanie over his coal colored hair, and then slipping his boots on before he exited the door with a brief wave. He was sure that Jimin called out something, but he had already lowered the volume of his hearing aid as he stepped out into the night. 

It was colder, brushing on the edges of his fringe and he was reminded that Daegu was hotter than Seoul. He had forgotten that in the five years he had been away, but the cool air reminded him of the nights he curled up with Jeongguk, or took showers together. 

Shaking his head, he walked the familiar path towards the park. His eyes soaked in the familiar pathways, the way the water lapped a ways away like a lover caress to the shore and how it resembled the beach. 

He wondered if the birds were singing. 

Suddenly, a hand came down on his shoulder and he jerked, a screech lodged in his throat as his heart jumped in his throat as he turned and saw an embarrassed Namjoon quickly removing his hand. 

Exhaling, trying to control his racing heart, he quickly reached up and turned up his hearing aid. He flinched at the static a moment before he offered a weak, somewhat awkward smile as he stared at his best friend. 

"Uh, hi?"

Namjoon scoffed, amusement dancing in his light eyes behind his glasses, his stance light and natural as he grinned towards Yoongi. "Five years you've been MIA and all you can say is "hi"?" he asked, luckily his lips moving calmly enough for Yoongi to pick up what he couldn't hear form his soft tone.

"Right, my bad. Let me just go grab that script back at home," he retorted drily, rolling his eyes. Namjoon tilted his head back, and Yoongi could barely hear soft tones of laughter. It made an ache settle in his chest- even with the hearing aid, there was somethings he still couldn't hear- certain frequencies. 

After he finished laughing, quiet fell back over them. Yoongi could feel his eyes, shifting over his features and examining him. He couldn't bare to look so he kept his eyes away until he heard his voice again.

"You look good, hyung," he said, and Yoongi shrugged. Unsure of what to answer with. Namjoon locked eyes with him, offering a sad smile. "I've missed you."

"Yeah. Me too," he mumbled, his own lips returning the sad smile. Namjoon looked like he wanted to hug him, but kept himself at a distance as he glanced around the familiar park, his eyes a bit distant.

"I take it since you called me here... you..."

"I didn't exactly "call"," Yoongi commented, offering a bitter smile. "But yes. I did bring you here for a reason. You can thank the lemonade fairy." 

Namjoon snickered, the sound inaudible but he had a twinkle in his eyes that said he was laughing as he glanced back at Yoongi with amusement, lips pulled into a smirk and his dimples glinting.

"Lemonade fairy? That must be Jimin." Yoongi hummed his agreement, eyes locked on Namjoon's lips to read them. "Are you two... uh... exclusive?"

At first, he couldn't hear him. He felt frustration bubble in his gut as he realized that he spoke in a tone that he couldn't pick up and he shifted his weight. Namjoon seemed to sense that something was wrong, and repeated a bit louder.

He ignored the ache and the sad eyes of his best friend.

Yoongi snorted. "Hell no. Jimin is like... okay, no. He's just..." Yoongi pursed his lips, recalling how they had met and somehow became friends. "He went through some tough shit with his family and we both kind of needed someone. We became friends, somehow, and well, here we are."

Namjoon nodded, understanding flashing across his face before he looked back at Yoongi with careful eyes. "Does this mean you aren't going to run anymore? That you... that you're back? For good?"

"I have no where left to go," he admitted, lowering his eyes a moment so that he could touch his hand to his ear. "And I meant what I said. I miss you. I miss my life. But... I just... I didn't mean to run."

"But you did," Namjoon answered. Yoongi swore he could hear the slight disapproving tone that was lacing his voice, even if it was muddled and sounded far away. He wanted to roll his eyes and scoff, but he refrained. "Jeongguk didn't mean what he said, Yoongi."

"I know."

Namjoon startled, eyes widening as he looked back at the other who held his gaze with a broken smile. He looked older then, finally showing dashes of his age that have progressed in the five years and his pink lips pressed together.

Namjoon felt his eyes narrow. "If you know, then why did you leave? He would have realized what a total fucking idiot, dumb-ass, son of a bitch,  bastard that he was in a few days, after the anger and the fear was gone, and you could have-"

"It wasn't Guk that made me leave. Yes, he helped," he admitted, tugging a bit at his earring. He almost flinched at his recalled the words that still rang dully in his ears. Namjoon watched him. "But it was me. I'm partially deaf now, you know? It was my fault. I shouldn't have been driving, I should have listened to Guk that night, but I didn't. And look what happened? I almost got Min killed."

"Min Yoongi," Namjoon scolded, and Yoongi flinched at the tone and cupped his ear. "That was not your fault. That could have happened to anybody! Yes, it happened to you, but that... shit happens!"

"But, Joon, now I'm deaf." A bitter laugh tore through his throat as he remembered the nurse explaining what had happened, why there was a ringing in his ears. His head was hit too hard with the airbag and it caused damage in his inner ear. "I didn't even care about the music, how it will never be the same. I cared about the fact if Minjun cried out for me, needed me, and I couldn't hear him... It tore me up, Joon. It still does. I'm still scared of fucking up- of fucking up worse."

Namjoon went silent, staring at Yoongi who looked back towards the grass with a painful expression. It was something that he hardly admitted out loud, but it was his greatest fear.

He was weaker now. He had a weakness. He was scared easily, avoided cars like the plague since every time he got near one, he could hear the screech of metal on metal and the screams of the three year old in the back.

He was different now, and when Jeongguk screamed at him in that hospital, he realized that if he messed up again, if he couldn't hear and something just... if he lost Minjun because he failed, he wouldn't make it.

So, that night, instead of waiting for Jeongguk to come around, to forgive and realize, he left. In the dead of night. He fled to Daegu to heal himself, to regain the part of himself that he felt he had lost. It didn't really work, but he learned how to live again.

Even if everything inside of him was in agony over Jeongguk. Over Minjun.

The "what if's".

"Have I ever mentioned you are a real dumb-ass sometimes?" Namjoon finally said. Yoongi chuckled, laughing a bit as he nodded his head. Namjoon nudged him, turning him to full face him and he obeyed. "You stupid idiot. Five fucking years. Not a single word. That is so... fuck you, man. Do you know how worried I was?"

"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. I wasn't even planning on coming back, but really, that fairy. He told me that I had to face my fears one day and stop being a cowardly asshole," he said, then snorted at his own words. Namjoon smiled, the amusement was back. "I agreed but I told him that I wasn't searching you out." He paused. "Failed."

Namjoon chuckled before he agreed and more silence followed. Yoongi didn't mind, but he could hear the brewing question, the silent one that was more deafening that Yoongi was and he knew it was coming.

"So, what about Jeongguk? What now?"

"Hasn't he moved on by now? Maybe found a wife or something," the other muttered quietly, somewhat heartbroken. Namjoon laughed again.

"The dude is about as straight as Jin hyung," he snorted, amused by the idea. "No, hyung. He hasn't moved on. He has remained single a long time now." 

"Oh."

""Oh"," he mocked, causing Yoongi to glare at him. Namjoon shrugged, not really bothered by the harsh look as he touched his shoulder and forced his gaze to raise. "I know he fucked up, royally actually like damn it Jeongguk, and you fucked up a bit too by leaving like that, and life is... definitely odd, but you two matched. You just... worked. Maybe it can do that again."

"But-"

"Do not even say it, Min Yoongi. Shut up. Swallow that down. I don't care," Namjoon snapped, causing him to slam his jaw shut and stare towards Namjoon in surprise. "None of what happened matters now. It happened. Get over it."

Yoongi exhaled before he agreed quietly. Namjoon grinned in triumph before he loosened his hold and pulled him into a firm hug that startled the other. He smiled, hugging him back just as tightly. He thought he heard Namjoon mumble something, but he couldn't hear it and didn't bother to ask him to repeat it.

When Namjoon pulled away, he said something as he was turning away and he once again was reminded of why he left in the first place. He huffed, grabbing Namjoon's wrist and awkwardly pointed to his ear.

Namjoon flushed. "Sorry- forgot. I said...come home with me? Jin would really like to see you." 

Yoongi hesitated. A part of him ached to see the other man, but he knew that Jeongguk was his little brother and something in him trembled with fear. What if he was mad still? Jin was downright terrifying when he needed to be, but he also craved to see him.

Finally, he sighed and nodded. Namjoon beamed before grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the park. Yoongi would have laughed if the nerves hadn't started to bounce around when he noticed a golden band on Namjoon's finger when they were walking.

"You're married?"

"Sort of. In eyes of the law, no, but in eyes of everyone else, yes," he said, offering a sheepish smile. Yoongi felt a grin stretch over his face. He did it- he married that man from the cafe that he once spoke so highly about.

God, he felt as if he was punched in the gut. He realized just how much he probably missed not just from Jeongguk's life, but his friends. From Minjun.

Regret touched his heart.

"What about... the others?"

"Well, Hoseok and Taehyung are like still a thing. Disgustingly so," he groaned, shaking his head. "Though Hoseok has subdued a bit. He is still a sunshine but ever since you left he has evened out a lot." A sad smile touched his lips. "Tae is well, he is still the same he always has been but more thoughtful, I guess."

"Are they...?"

"No. They talked about it, but they didn't see the point so much and decided they rather just remain dating but living together," he explained quietly. Yoongi hummed, nodding his head in understanding and felt his heart stutter.

"Do you... do you all work at the studio that Jimin was at? GCF or whatever?" he wondered, head cocking to the side when he realized he saw everyone at the same place- minis Jin. Namjoon hesitated before he gave a small smile.

"Yes... it's, uh, Jeongguk's studio. The one he made for kids," he explained. Yoongi stopped walking, eyes widening when he remembered that night they cuddled together and he confessed his dream. 

"He... he did it?"

"Yep, and still growing," Namjoon admitted, smiling softly. "He's done well for himself. And Minjun is eight now." Yoongi wanted to cry. He was no longer that little three year old. He probably forgot all about him. "He still looks like Jeongguk, but damn, he is really growing into himself."

Unsure of what to say, he decided to not say anything at all. He kept his eyes on the sidewalk and almost reached up to turn down his hearing aid just to have a moment to gather his thoughts and wandering emotions.

But Namjoon seemed to sense it since he walked a bit closer and remained quiet. He was grateful but the ache in his body was so painful that he physically felt it. With each step, he wondered just how much he missed. 

Life felt so cruel.

Stopping in front of a small apartment, Yoongi felt foreign as he stepped inside a well made home. One with the usual pictures lining the walls, and the sweet smell of lavender and lemons drifting in the air with a TV going.

It was so normal, something that he once had, and it felt like a ghost now as he stepped inside the threshold of a world that he hadn't been in in five years.

Yoongi was peering around the house, hearing faint speaking coming from somewhere but it was too far and too faint for him to make out words so he didn't bother as he stared at the soft walls and the pictures of Namjoon and Jin kissing under mistletoe.

Suddenly a body rammed into his, scaring him since he didn't hear anyone coming and let out a startled yelp only to realize that it was Jin who was hugging him tightly, tears pouring down his face and lips moving to rapidly.

Confused, slightly annoyed, and his hearing aid now screeching a bit at the abuse, he jerked back in surprise. Jin looked guilty a moment. Yoongi couldn't stand when people did that- touched him when he wasn't expecting it. 

He touched his ear with a frown, adjusting the device in his ear as Jin looked stricken. Namjoon sighed as he frowned. "Jin, I tried to warn you, baby. Don't sneak up on him. He couldn't hear you coming-"

"I can hear you now," he interjected, a scowl twitching at his lips. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"So you scared him. Speak loudly and clearly."

"Still here," he muttered. "I can read lips too, you know? Plus the whole hearing aid thing." 

"Stop being a dick," Namjoon said, but there wasn't any anger as he flashed as a placate smile. Yoongi huffed, but looked towards Jin who shot him another apologetic look and he was stunned by the changes.

Gone was the pink hair, replaced by soft brown hair that was falling around his eyes and his body clad in some simple blue silk pajamas and bare feet. He was still tall and broad shouldered, silver glasses resting on his nose. 

He looked good. Healthy. Still beautiful.

He found himself softening a bit, looking at the way Namjoon had an arm around his waist, a loving kiss being placed on his head while Jin leaned into the touch so naturally, as if he belonged there, and realized that some things haven't changed.

"Hey Jin," he said, trying to keep the words steady and without slurring. Jin brightened, smiling so warmly, so careingly, as if the past five years were nothing.

"Hi, Yoongles. Miss me?"

"Only the pink hair," he countered, smirking. Jin snorted, brushing his fingers through his brown fringe absently. 

"It was something, wasn't it? You missed the blond. I looked hot as hell," Jin commented, chuckling a bit. Yoongi found himself laughing as he saw Namjoon roll his eyes and tug him closer. "I missed you, you asshole."

"Yeah. Me too, Pinkie. Me too." 

Yoongi gave a sad smile, eyes tipping downwards a bit. Seokjin took a few steps forward before he pulled Yoongi back into a hug that he didn't even bother trying to fight off. He just tightened his hold on the older and felt a tear slid down his cheek.

If Seokjin noticed, he didn't say a word. 

"I'm sorry I left."

"Don't. You did nothing wrong, Yoongi," Jin replied softly, his fingers touching the soft hairs on the nape of his neck as he pulled away so that Yoongi could hear him properly. Yoongi sniffed a bit, relieved to those words, but begrudging them too. "Jeongguk, I love that kid, but he can be stupid too. He kept the baby thing from you, and yet you stayed, and then when he said those things to you? I have never wanted to hit him as much as I did then. In fact, I did hit him. Smack on the face."

Yoongi chuckled, wiping his face with his hands before he rubbed his eyes and his temples. Seokjin looked away for a second, seeming to gather himself, before he looked back at Yoongi with a sad expression.

"I know this is like, years too late, but I am sorry for how I treated you after we first met." He flinched, a apologetic look on his face. "You weren't in the wrong when you were upset about Minjun and Jeongguk. I was just... I was-"

"You were angry because Jeongguk was hurt," Yoongi finished, flashing a little smile as he waved off the stunned older. "I already knew that. Forget about it. I'm not even mad. You got me to think about it anyways." 

Grinning, Jin pulled Yoongi further into the room before they were all crashing on the couch and the TV was on. Yoongi didn't really have the heart to tell them he couldn't it very well, just random voices and sounds every now and then, but Namjoon already cut on the subtitles without a word.

It made Yoongi regret leaving so hastily because he realized his friends, these people who were treating him like nothing ever happened, could have helped him through the new weakness of his own. 

But he didn't want to linger on those "what if's". 

*****

When Yoongi awoke the next morning, he was groaning as he uncurled himself from the ball on the couch and pushed himself up. He wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but the flashing light from his phone and the distant sound of it warned that someone was trying to reach him.

Grumbling about being woken up at ass o'clock, he grabbed the phone and squinted at the screen with a scowl twisting his lips.

Lemonade Fairy: hyung, where are you

Lemonade Fairy: you better be alive

Lemonade Fairy: hyung! 

Lemonade Fairy: if you don't answer I swear to god I will call the police to come find your deaf ass

Yoongi: sorry can't hear you :)

Lemonade Fairy: ... this is a freaking text hyung -_-

Yoongi: sorry you are going to have to speak louder. I'm deaf.

Lemonade Fairy: IS THIS LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU?

Yoongi: geez no need to capslock my ass 

Lemonade Fairy: I swear to god I'm gonna come whoop you -_-

Yoongi: try me midget :)

Lemonade Fairy: one. centimeter. 

Lemonade Fairy: ANYWAYS you're alive. Good. message me next time you decide to just not come home. I worry about you.

Yoongi: I'm fine. I was with Joon and Pinkie all night.

Lemonade Fairy: what is with you and nicknames. I swear... anyways, bye hyung. I'm going to the studio today... are you... okay with that?

Yoongi: can't hear stupid

Lemonade Fairy: you can't hear shit so....... ;) see you later?

Yoongi: probably. Pinkie is gonna make me talk shit out I'm sure. Later Lemonade.

Huffing out a tired breathe, he ran his fingers through his hair just as Namjoon passed by, dressed and freshly showered with a small, fond smile as he bent down and handed Yoongi a cup of coffee.

Groaning, he grabbed it and happily took a long sip. Namjoon might have laughed, but he couldn't hear so he grabbed his ear piece and carefully placed it in his ear with a small flinch and adjusted it.

Sounds became a bit more amplified and he returned to drinking his coffee as Namjoon plopped onto the couch on the other side of him, adjusting the glasses on his face. "So... what are your plans for the day?" he asked, sipping the coffee more.

Namjoon laughed. "Work. What else?"

"True. Getting old fucking sucks," he muttered, eyes rolling. Namjoon looked amused, humming, while Yoongi gestured towards his ears. "And I already got the deafness for me. Maybe I really am a grandpa."

"I am... not sure if I should laugh or not?" Namjoon muttered, eyes searching Yoongi's features with a weary look. Yoongi would have laughed, if it wasn't for the majorly concerned look on Namjoon's face and he realized that he didn't understand why Yoongi would say something like that.

"Joon, I'm not fragile. I'm deaf. Not dead," he snorted, shaking his head. "Sure, it fucking sucks but I can still hear a bit out of left ear. My right ear is pretty much destroyed, but I can still hear sounds from my left and certain frequencies out of my right ear. Honestly."

The frown didn't leave. "But music was your life... and now that, well, you-"

"Now nothing. I still make music, Joon," he said, laughing a bit. Namjoon startled, eyes widening as he looked back towards the older who was smirking as he sipped his coffee. "As I said, I still have some hearing. It's just shitty and the tone is different. Voices is harder for me, the way people speak. But music I can blast into my good ear and hear at least most of it. I am by no means perfect and rather play the piano than anything but... yes, I still make music."

Namjoon was quiet a long moment, stealing glances towards Yoongi's face as the other turned to look out the window, deep in thought, before the other adjusted himself.

"What... what's it like? Being deaf?"

Yoongi hesitated, then sighed. "Frustrating... isolating. Sometimes downright scary," he admitted after a moment. "Like... it's frustrating because it's like part of me is turned off. Crossing the street even makes me uneasy since I can't hear very well so what if a car is coming? It's scary, you know? When I first became like this, I refused to cross the street without holding a hand of someone..." he shuddered a bit. "It takes me forever to adjust my voice... and speaking in general. I can't tell how I sound- so I know I talk funny now. I can't tell where sounds come from, or discern them. It's just frustrating. Before Jimin, I was always alone because I didn't know how to communicate well."

Namjoon looked sad, staring at Yoongi who just shrugged. His fingers trailed over the cup and his lips turned downwards in a small frown before he brushed his fingers through his black hair. 

"You don't talk too weird. Sometimes you're too quiet and other times too loud, but mostly you talk alright. Some words you slur, and others you just... they sound cute," Namjoon promised, chuckling a bit. Yoongi gave him the finger. "But for real. You amaze me. You should be proud of yourself."

He hummed but didn't really say anything back. He hadn't admitted that in a while, but it was Namjoon so he figured he should at least tell some of what he had been through since the accident. 

Namjoon glanced at the clock. "You can borrow some of my clothes- they might be big on you but it's better than nothing? Bathroom is down the hall on the right. I'll drive you to wherever."

"I'm fine. I'll walk. To the studio. I have some things to do," he said, but stood. Namjoon nodded. Yoongi didn't take long to strip and shower, washing his hair without thinking (removing his hearing aid first) before he dressed in the smallest clothes Namjoon had.

He decided to just wear his jeans again, bury some socks and boxers (he was grossed out but he didn't wanna wear dirty ones) and then wore some random hoodie before he emerged with his clothes in a bundle.

He tossed them somewhere, shrugging when Namjoon shot him a look but he didn't really care that much. The nerves were returning, playing with his stomach as they gathered their things and headed outside.

Namjoon was headed for the truck- now a new one since the other one was crushed- and Yoongi felt sick glancing at it. He turned sharply on his heel and headed for the direction of the metro. The idea of getting in the car was not a welcome one. 

What he wasn't expecting was to feel someone else near him, causing him to look up in surprise when he saw Namjoon flash a smile and wink. Rolling his eyes, he fought off a smile before they headed towards the studios.

Stepping inside the studio was harder than he expected. His heart was racing, his hands clammy and cold, and he was pretty sure his stomach was left back somewhere on the street as he ducked inside.

Namjoon gave him a reassuring smile, and it settled him a bit, but he shifted his weight from leg to leg anyways as he approached the desk and sat down while booting up the computer. Trying to keep himself busy, he glanced around the small space and tried to keep himself from panicking.

He noticed the pictures of kids all along the walls, names scrawled beneath in what looked like Taehyung's handwriting. The way the lights touched certain areas and gave the whole place a homey feel.

A sudden sharp noise startled Yoongi, flinching since it broke through the quiet and turned sharply to see Hoseok standing in the doorway, his mouth agape and eyes large as he stared at Yoongi in disbelief and surprise.

Taehyung was behind him, head jerking up to glare at his boyfriend for dropping his backpack until his eyes caught the look on his face and followed it. Yoongi cracked a slightly awkward smile.

"What is with you guys and these entrances? What is this? The Office?"

"Holy fucking shit, it is Yoongi," Hoseok muttered, blinking once while Taehyung rolled his eyes, straightening as he placed his hands on his hips and pursed his lips.

"You wish it was The Office, you fucking asshole," he snapped, eyes narrowed. "Cause if it was, I would rush over there and have some sarcastic and stupid comeback." Tears filled his eyes as he wiped them away quickly. "But it's not and fucking hell, Yoongi."

Before he could answer, a whirlwind of blue was there as he suddenly was hugging him tightly, sobbing a bit. Startled, but softening a bit, he hugged the other man back. He tried to ignore how small he felt caged within those arms, and the familiar scent that hadn't changed.

"I missed you so much," Taehyung sobbed. Yoongi frowned, heart cracking a bit before he hugged him just a bit tighter. He softened the bright blue hair and realized that Taehyung had to grow an inch of so because fucking hell- he was not only tall, he was just wide.

"Jesus, what has Hoseok been feeding you? You're like five times my size," he muttered, staring at him. Taehyung laughed, offering a wet, sheepish smile as he pulled away and wiped at his face.

"I grew up, hyung, unlike you. You're still so tiny," he said, chuckling. Yoongi flashed him the finger before he turned as Hoseok approached. They stared at one another, neither one moving, their breathes being held before Yoongi was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into Hoseok's arms.

"I'm pissed at you," Hoseok muttered, snuggling deeper into his arms.

"I know."

"I'm gonna hit you."

"I know."

"You're an asshole."

"I know."

"Shut up," Hoseok groaned, but hugged him tighter. Yoongi chuckled, closing his eyes and sunk into the feeling of holding his best friend again when Taehyung joined and then Namjoon. After a moment, Yoongi wiggled his way out.

"As much as I love sappy moments, I can't take this much more so, I love you all, I'm an asshole, and yes, hello, I am back," he said, offering a little wave. Hoseok snorted, shaking his head as he pursed his lips.

"Sarcastic as ever I see," he replied calmly. 

"What? Think after five years of being away I would suddenly become a saint?" he retorted, somewhat amused by the prospect. Taehyung cackled a bit, walking over to grab his bag that Hoseok had dropped.

"Yoongi hyung a saint? Has the sun exploded?" he questioned, squinting towards the windows. Yoongi huffed as Namjoon plopped back in his chair. Taehyung headed into the art room with a smile.

Shaking his head, Yoongi turned to continue to look around when he heard muttering somewhere on his bad ear. Glancing, he saw that Hoseok was looking at him expectantly. The irritation was back, but he tapped his ear and frowned.

"Sorry... uh, what?"

Hoseok blinked once before he reached over and pulled Yoongi's head to the side, eyes locked on his ear where the hearing aid was curled around his ear. Startled and slightly angry, he slapped his hand away.

Hoseok blushed red, embarrassment washing over his face before he apologized quickly. Yoongi felt himself loosen, realizing that this was the first time that Hoseok really saw him, really realized that his hearing was now impaired.

"Yoongi hyung, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Sorry- can't hear you over your bullshit," he said monotonously, watching as Hoseok sputtered, staring at him with wide eyes. A look of realization fell over his face before he groaned, throwing his head back.

"You- you just- you suck, hyung," he said, sighing. Yoongi cracked up, winking towards Namjoon who shook his head at him but didn't say anything. Brushing his hand through his hair, he glared towards the other. "Anyways, before you decided to be a twit, I was trying to say it's good to have you back."

"Same. Now run off to your Smurf," he said, waving him away. Hoseok chortled and turned to follow where his boyfriend was when he paused, catching his eyes over his shoulder with a worried look. "I'll be here when you're done. I'm not leaving again."

Hoseok smiled, relieved. "Good. We need a mascot." 

Chuckling, he watched him disappear up the stairs before he settled on the couch and tilted his head back. There was a feeling bubbling in his chest, warm and overflowing as he recalled the times he  had spent with all of them together.

It felt like slowly he was becoming whole again, pieces of his past molding to fit into his new reality and it was so overwhelming that he almost choked on a sob that threatened to crawl back up his throat.

Yoongi spent the passing time on his phone, going through messages from his job, knowing he had nothing better to do. He almost wished he brought his notebook to write some lyrics but he didn't bother.

He was too nervous to truly write anything meaningful anyways.

Finally, he heard something.

Eyes glancing up, he felt himself pale when he saw no one other than Jeon Jeongguk standing in the doorway of the studio. His round eyes were lost looking, nose twitching in his nerves as he stared right back, his hair messy on his head. He looked startled, surprised and even somewhat relieved as Yoongi scrambled to his feet.

Namjoon stood, glancing at Yoongi with a encouraging smile before he promptly left the room without even bothering to formulate some kind of excuse. It was a bit awkward but he was grateful that he just left them.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi gave a small smile as he met Jeongguk's bewildered, frightened eyes that stared at him with emotions that were so raw, so agonizing that it oozed into his stance that curled a bit on himself. 

"You fulfilled your dream," Yoongi breathed, sure that his voice came out a little too loud as he eyed the building with pride and some sadness. Jeongguk blinked, a tear falling from his lashes. "You really did it, Gukkie." 

"Hyung." Yoongi couldn't hear it. Couldn't hear the breathy answer since it was too low for him, but he read it on the boy's lips as he took a step closer, eyes taking in every piece of Yoongi. "You... you came back."

"I told you once... that I would never leave you. That I didn't have the strength to leave you." Yoongi cracked a smile, but emotion was clutching his throat as he saw Jeongguk wilt like a flower, tears flowing down his cheeks without pausing. "I'm sorry I left, Guk. I'm sorry I broke that promise."

Jeongguk laughed weakly, shaking his head firmly as he stepped forward. "You didn't. You said you would never leave me as long as I would have you. It was me who sent you away," he murmured, voice cracking and Yoongi wished with everything in him that he could hear him better, hear every word like he was a sponge. "I have regretted those words to you for five years. Five long years, and god, no amount of me saying I am sorry will ever make it right. I was-"

"You don't have to apologize," Yoongi replied, turning his head away so that he wouldn't have to see the words forming on the pink lips. "I forgave you a long time ago. That night. I had forgiven you."

Jeongguk searched his features, looking stunned and even more heartbroken as his eyes filled with a fresh wave of tears that fell from his lashes like little crystals. 

"I haven't forgiven me," he hiccuped. Yoongi gave a somewhat bitter smile.

"That's okay. I haven't forgiven myself," he admitted, giving his own huff of laughter. He felt hot tears fall from his own lashes as he swiped them away with a small growl. Jeongguk cried harder, arms wrapping around his middle. "I'm sorry I left, Guk. I am. It's funny... there is so much to be said, so many things I wanted to say to you if I ever got the chance, and now that I do, I can't... I don't even know what to say."

Jeongguk's nose twitched, a somewhat playful smile twitching at the corner of his soft pink lips as his brown eyes fluttered a bit. "Well... you were always bad with words, hyung. You always hated the sappy stuff."

"Yeah. I did, didn't I?" he mumbled back. "Then about this, for right now, let's just... forget this sappy shit... I'm so tired of it anyways. I just... I want to kiss you again."

"You make it seem like I won't let you," Jeongguk answered. Yoongi felt his body loosen instantly, stepping forward, grabbing the front of Jeongguk's shirt and pulling him down in a messy, mostly teeth kiss.

Maybe it was the time, the distance that had been between them for so long, but he didn't want a sweet kiss. He wanted hungry, angry, teeth-clashing, all hands as he pressed himself against the other just to feel his heat. 

He tasted exactly the same- a bit of mint and his hot tongue fighting him for a chance at dominance, but Yoongi knew. He felt it in the way Jeongguk whimpered as Yoongi gripped his shoulders, tilting his head so that their lips molded.

Hot hands slithered around his tiny waist, pulling him closer then drifting up towards his hair. He didn't even care when his hand bumped into his hearing aid, pulling it from him so that the sounds drowned out around him.

All he could feel was Jeongguk. Felt his hands, felt his hard body under his own, and the weight of his mouth against his as they shifted their lips so that their tongues clashed. A big piece of Yoongi felt as if it had been moved back into it's slot, fitting and locking back in place.

He felt Jeongguk murmur something, but without his hearing aid he couldn't make it out. He pulled away, squinting on his lips, desperate to read them. For a second, he lost himself in the doe-eyes he knew, in the way they saddened when he realized he couldn't hear him.

Embarrassed, he fumbled to reach up and fix the machine, but Jeongguk grabbed his wrist, pulled it away, and then carefully reached up. Yoongi didn't move. He stayed still as he watched him slowly put it back in his ear.

Some sounds returned.

"Hyung... I'm so sorry... I am so, so sorry..." Jeongguk murmured, hands dropping to cup Yoongi's face. The older smiled, eyes watering since he realized something- Jeongguk's voice was the only thing that changed since his hearing couldn't make out what it use to be.

"It's okay," Yoongi replied softly, reaching over to brush the remaining tears from his cheeks. Jeongguk sighed, leaning into the hands and nuzzled them sweetly. "My Bun... my sweet Bun."

"You say that differently now," Jeongguk hummed, looking up through his lashes, nose twitching. Yoongi frowned, tilting his head. "You elongate the 'u' sound. It's... it's cute."

No one said anything after that. Yoongi just pulled Jeongguk back into his arms, letting his eyes flutter closed and soaking in the feeling of the man he had loved. The only thing that was left was the one that felt even harder then returning to Jeongguk.

It was the idea of facing the one person he had failed the most. The one person who he had promised to be here for, and yet had left as soon as it got tough. 

His heart ached so badly, but he couldn't voice the fear. Couldn't even ask Jeongguk what Minjun thought of him now, or when he was going to see him. For now, he just closed his eyes and let Jeongguk hold him.

For now, it was more than enough.

He felt small. So tiny in so many ways and yet he could feel the strength of the other in his grip as he clutched at Jeongguk's shirt, his long fingers tight against the material. He smelled of sandalwood, distinct and somehow alluringly strong as it dusted in Jeongguk's nose. 

But he also felt the strength of him in other ways. Jeongguk couldn't stop mumbling apologizes, and the other never even knew since he did it in the ear that couldn't hear at all- the one without the hearing aid. If he felt the rumbles, he never said anything, but Jeongguk wouldn't stop saying how sorry he was.

It didn't really help the guilt, but he swore sometimes Yoongi would tighten his grip on his bicep as if he could hear the whispered pleas and the soft murmurs of a love that had never faded, never died, if anything had grown in their time apart.

Jeongguk bent back down to Yoongi's ear, the one that did not hear, and closed his eyes. "I will never forgive myself for what I said. For what I have done.... but I love you."

"Did you say something, Guk?" Yoongi asked, frowning as he pulled away to peer into Jeongguk's face. The younger man offered a small smile, shaking his head. The coal haired moved to pull him down for another kiss, when Jeongguk jerked at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Jeongguk almost laughed at the scowl that twitched at the other's face as he turned and sent a glare towards Jimin, who was standing nearby with a smirk twitching at his pink lips while his fingers ghosted his blond hair that fell in front of his forehead.

"Park fucking Jimin," Yoongi snipped. The smaller boy offered a sweet smile, eyes crinkling in the corners but the smirk wasn't leaving as they flickered over to Jeongguk and back to Yoongi as his hands began to move in KSL.

Yoongi shifted his weight, eyes narrowing a bit on Jimin's moving hands and Jeongguk tried to ignore the icy feeling that flooded his system. He felt a bit left out, but he was also a little jealous that the other could so easily communicate with him. 

Huffing at whatever Jimin had said, Yoongi moved his hands a bit slower, more languid, that had Jimin giggling. He grinned brightly before he looked back towards Jeongguk and winked. "Nice to officially meet you, Jeongguk. I've heard a bit about you."

"Uh, yeah, good to see you again?" Jeongguk mumbled, eyes darting back towards Yoongi who offered him a small smile. The other waved him off while Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Did you need something, Lemonade Fairy?" Yoongi questioned, cheeks tinting a bit red at being caught. Jimin shook his head again, eyes going downward as he scoffed his shoe and Jeongguk was still surprised by how pretty the kid was. 

He kind of understood Yoongi's nickname for him. 

"I was just... where is Namjoon-ssi? I was... I am trying to report in for work and you two seem a bit busy? If the job is still open to me!" Jimin said, panic on his face when he realized that he assumed and bit his bottom lip. "If I can."

"Of course you can," Jeongguk said, "but can you really dance?"

"Wanna try me?" Jimin rebuked, looking excited at the idea as his entire demeanor changed. Jeongguk was surprised when the meek expression transformed into one of confidence, his chest pushing out and body straightening as his head cocked to the side. 

Jeongguk felt his body shudder at the challenge, a smile touching his face at the idea as he met Jimin's eyes. "Sure. You versus me and the other dancer here- sound good to you?"

"Sounds great," he replied and then turned to Yoongi, moving his hands with the words. "Are you going to stay here or you going to check out other studios?" 

"And miss watching this? I'm good to stay," Yoongi replied, his own hands moving with his slightly slurred words. Jimin chuckled while Jeongguk looked over at Yoongi. He felt as if he was dreaming when he saw those cat eyes and saw them twinkle.

It felt as if he could breathe again. 

"Please stay... please don't leave," Jeongguk found himself murmuring, the idea of him walking out the door enough to nearly send him to his knees. Yoongi seemed to catch the hitch in his voice since he turned and pulled him back into his arms.

"I'm not leaving again, Bun. I'm here now." 

His voice was steady, not even a tremble, and it made the fear that was bubbling within his gut to soothe out as the strong hands cupped his face and his forehead was pressed against the other. He found himself inhaling.

"Okay."

Yoongi smiled, showing off his gums and Jeongguk felt as if he had melted a bit. Feeling cheeky and somewhat happy to the point of buzzing, Jeongguk leaned in, stole a kiss, then darted away before Yoongi could scold him.

There was still so much that needed to be said, things that definitely were hovering over them, but right now as Jeongguk flashed him a cheeky smile and darted away with the sound of Yoongi's "hey!" that followed was enough to make him truly believe that maybe Namjoon was right.

Despite the fact that Yoongi seemed to forgive him, there was still this gap, these unspoken words, and a part of Jeongguk knew what they were but right now, like Yoongi, he wanted to feel something other than pain and regret.

He wanted relive through what was the best times of his life.  

His body was buzzing with excitement, with a happiness, with a love that he didn't deserve because he felt Yoongi following him, Jimin right on his heels as they charge for the dance room in a fit of giggles and labored breathing.

Jeongguk burst into the dance room, not even bothering to offer the startled Hoseok an answer as he squealed and rushed further into the room towards the older man who scowled. 

"Guk, what the- oh hey, Jimin?" Hoseok said, brows rising before narrowing as they looked back towards Jeongguk with a scowl. "You better not have flooded the other-"

Yoongi was suddenly in the room, panting and placing his hands on his knees as he fought to catch his breathe. Jimin was giggling, his tiny hand reaching up to try and cover his mouth as he watched his friend struggle to pull in air.

Taehyung snorted, putting down his phone and making his presence known from where he was hiding in the corner. His long fingers brushed through his blue hair and his smile blooming over his face as he nudged Namjoon that was next to him.

Chuckling, Jeongguk approached Yoongi and saw the older man peek at him through his black fringe. He keeled down and winked. "You still act like a grandpa I see."

"Ha, ha, fucking ha," he huffed, straightening with a winded expression as he sighed and clutched his chest. Jeongguk was grinning, teeth on full display and eyes crinkled in the corners. Jimin was moving his hands, amusement on his face as he watched Yoongi give a sign language that they all know- the middle finger salute.

Hoseok barked out a laugh. "I have no idea what Jimin-ssi said, but damn that was hilarious!" he snickered. Yoongi scowled, turning his finger to Hoseok, and Jimin winked towards the other dancer.

Taehyung clambered to his feet and approached slowly, giving a shy wave to Jimin. "Hi... not sure you really remember me and I never approached earlier cause all of us were like having a moment, but um, I'm Kim Taehyung? We use-"

"TaeTae!" Jimin squealed, launching his tiny body towards the other and throwing his arms around his neck. Taehyung stumbled a bit before he grinned brightly, grabbing Jimin's waist to keep him steady.

"Jiminie!" he cheered sweetly. Jimin laughed as he pulled away and bounced on his toes. Yoongi watched him a moment, a soft, fond smile touching his lips as he leaned against Hoseok. Jeongguk couldn't help but feel himself loosen.

"I haven't seen you in years," Jimin breathed, pulling away and searching his features with a slight pout to his own. "I know that I moved but I totally lost contact with a lot of people when I left. I'm sorry!"

"It's alright. I was shocked when I heard your name coming from Joon hyung," Taehyung explained, laughing a bit. "I thought I was crazy. Then when I saw you, I was like what? He's blond now! If I wasn't stitched to Hobi Hobi over there, damn boy, my gay ass would tap that Jibooty."

"War flashbacks," Yoongi muttered, eyes narrowed on Taehyung's lips so he could read the conversion. Jeongguk snorted, amused as he nodded his head towards the words. 

Jimin flushed at the words, but grinned knowingly as he eyed Taehyung from his feet and back to his shoulders. He licked his lips. "If you weren't taken I might take that."

"His boyfriend is literally, like, right here. Yes, hi, hello, my name is Jung Hoseok, and that is my boyfriend of almost six years, Kim Taehyung. Don't mind me, you chaotic gays," Hoseok deadpanned, brow arching and mouth pursing as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

"Isn't he gay?" Namjoon muttered, an exasperated look on his face. Jeongguk shrugged as Taehyung burst into giggles and bounced over to grab the front of Hoseok's shirt and pull him in for a kiss.

"Why am I deaf instead of blind? I already have shitty ears! Let me keep my sight, you assholes!" Yoongi whined, covering his eyes with a scowl. "At least I can't hear the sounds."

"Lucky," Namjoon joked while Jeongguk looked horrified. Did he just make a deaf joke? And did Namjoon actually look amused by it. Unease tickled at the edges of his mind but the other didn't seem to notice as Taehyung broke apart and laughed.

Namjoon, however, caught his look. "Don't worry. Yoongi hyung is fine," he mumbled under his breathe. Jeongguk hesitated, wanting to tell him that no, it wasn't fine, but he refrained as Hoseok smirked and pressed one more kiss to his boyfriend's lips.

"Sorry, hyung. But have you seen these lips?"

"Surprised that they ain't as blue as his hair," Yoongi retorted. The room erupted into giggles before Hoseok finally controlled them. Namjoon said he was going to text Jin to come join them and he was alright with that- the whole needed to be here.

And watching Jimin fool around with Taehyung, he realized that he was going to be a fast addition. He was already speaking in fast, excited tones, even dragging Namjoon into the conversation. His hands moved, as if not really thinking about it, and Yoongi kept his eyes trained on them.

"So, why are we all in here?" Hoseok finally asked, carding his fingers through his messy hair. "I have classes to teach in a few hours so..."

"Oh right. Dance off. You and me versus Jimin. You in?"

"That's "hyung" to you!" Jimin shouted from somewhere to his right. "I am Taehyung's age which means I am your elder!"

"With that height?" Jeongguk flashed him a cheeky smile, waving his fingers as he cocked his head. Jimin glared, though there wasn't an ounce of anger in that gaze- if anything he was trying to stop himself from laughing.

Yoongi didn't seem to catch the conversation, but he didn't look too bothered. He was too busy staring at Jeongguk's smile. Catching the look, the younger man blushed a bit before he cleared his throat and looked towards Hoseok.

"So, what do you say, hyung? You wanna dance?" 

"Like I'll ever turn it down," Hoseok snorted, amused by the idea. Jeongguk grinned but looked over to see that Taehyung was dragging Yoongi off the dance floor to relax against the back wall to watch the dance off with Namjoon.

He was somewhat grateful, and his body filling with the familiar nerves but he brushed it off as Hoseok hooked up his phone and raised his head. "I take it that you're familiar with how dance off's work, yes?" 

"Bring it, J-Hope."

Hoseok straightened at his name, eyes widening as Jimin flashed a wink. "You know who I am?" he asked, surprised as his mouth formed a "O". Jimin snorted, fingers brushing through his golden hair.

"I think any dancer who watches YouTube knows J-Hope. I just didn't realize it was you till I walked into the studio and saw you in the mirror," he explained, then pointed to the mirror with a awkward smile. 

"Then this will be interesting," he replied, then smiled brightly. Jimin chuckled and before Jeongguk could think of an answer, the song is cut on. It was some hip hop song, familiar in a small way but it has been a while since he heard it and he couldn't place the song.

Hoseok was still for a few moments, eyes boring into the mirror, and then he started to move. Precise, crisp, and yet somehow it all came together in a array of perfect, cut edge movements that matched the pace of the music.

Jeongguk had always loved watching Hoseok dance- for five years they had continued taking dance classes together and he had only seen the other improve more and more. He developed his own style, injecting it with every dance that he has done.

It wasn't long before Jeongguk joined in, catching his moves though he wasn't nearly as precise as Hoseok- he usually felt as if he was sloppy compared to the true dance major but he never minded. He could still keep up.

Jimin was grinning, watching with wide, excited eyes and body moving  a bit to the beat of the song as if he just couldn't help himself.  And when Jeongguk glanced in the mirror, he saw that Yoongi was sitting back with palms face down on the floor- his expression was wistful, head cocked a bit so that his hearing aid was turned towards the source of the sound.

For a moment, the pain returned full force, nearly causing him to stumble when he realized just how much has changed in five years. That bitter reminder that Yoongi is a little different now. But's alright, because he was too.

Finally, Jimin took the stage, leaping his small, lithe body into the dance. Jeongguk and Hoseok stepped back, panting lightly and a thin layer of sweat touching their brows as they watched the new dancer dominant the studio.

If Hoseok was crisp, precise, careful, then Jimin was water. Fluid, as if he was floating. Each movement flowed together and brought together with a grace that could be labeled angelic if it wasn't for the sensual appeal to the sway of his hips.

It was clear that Jimin had done other dance styles- hip hop not being his best, but adapted easily and very well with his fluidity and quick way of picking up the moves. He looked like he was the having the time of his life. 

It made Jeongguk beam before he decided to join in with Jimin's moves. Hoseok burst into laughter before he decided that he wanted in as well, so somehow, they all ended up dancing to girl groups dances while the rest of the them hollered and cat called.

"That's my man! You get that slut drop!" Taehyung shouted, bouncing up and down as he watched Hoseok lower his ass to the floor. Jeongguk laughed so hard he stumbled, nearly face planting on the sweaty dance floor.

Hoseok winked towards his boyfriend, blowing a sweet kiss. Jeongguk looked back, locking eyes with Yoongi who smiled back. His dark eyes looked soft, fond, somewhat amused and yet there was something lurking under his eyes.

A darkened look that Jeongguk knew was a thought that has remained unspoken. And would continue to since Yoongi mouthed "Bun" before jerking his chin to urge him to keep dancing. Something inside of Jeongguk exploded.

How had he lived five years without this man? Without the feeling of his hands, of his kiss, of his stare that he loved so much?

Unable to stop himself, he marched over to Yoongi and bent down to press his lips against Yoongi's a firm kiss. The other purred a bit, though Jeongguk was sure that he wasn't even aware of it, and reached up to grasp at the front of Jeongguk's shirt. 

"Couldn't resist, Bun?"

"You look too hot, Kitten," Jeongguk replied huskily, bending back down and recapturing his lips as his hands tangled in the soft black hair.  Cheers was what caused Jeongguk to jerk apart, which seemed to startle Yoongi as he looked up.

Namjoon was grinning, eyes on the two as Jin (when did he even get here?) was by his side with a bright, somewhat cautious look as he looked between them. Taehyung was now on leaning heavily on Hoseok, who had his arm wrapped around his waist. 

It was amusing how despite the fact that Taehyung had broader shoulders, in some ways he seemed smaller than Hoseok. But he loved to touch him. His hands would gravitate to his waist, or his arms slithering around him to press him against his chest. And Hoseok never seemed to mind, leaning into it with everything he had.

But the role of Hyung was always Hoseok.

Jeongguk loved their relationship, even if he teased them about it all the time. He thought that they were sweet, and in a way, it made him miss Yoongi so much more because he knew that he had something like them once. 

Jimin was wiggling his brows again at Yoongi who was pointedly ignoring him.

"I leave you both alone for five hours and you start making out?" Seokjin asked, arching a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest and eyed the two. Yoongi snorted, falling back on his forearms with a slight smirk.

"Like I didn't see you this morning in the kitchen. Guys, people make food on those counters, not babies," Yoongi said, face a mask of seriousness as if he was speaking to children. Seokjin squeaked, face turning a bit red while Namjoon sighed.

"I was trying to make magic, not babies," he muttered.

"Oh my god, please, do not ever say that again in my presence," Jeongguk groaned, fingers reaching up to rub his temples at the image. Yoongi nodded his head firmly. The room erupted in laughter before Jin was hugging them all.

"I see I missed the dance off," he commented once everyone had settled down. He looked towards Hoseok with raised brows. "So, do I have a new son or...?"

"Congratulations, Park Jimin. You are officially adopted by the unholy mother, Kim Seokjin, the idiot father, Kim Namjoon."

"Fuck off, Hoseok," Namjoon snapped.

"I will fuck on, thank you very much," the other retorted with a wave of his hand. Jimin snickered. "A crazy uncle, me, and of course, you now have a smurf for a brother, and bunny for the other."

"I thought that joke was dead by now," Jeongguk muttered, rolling his eyes as he sat back on his forearm. Hoseok snorted, shaking his head with a soft "you wish" when Yoongi clucked his tongue and gestured to himself.

"Don't forget the deaf grandpa," he said, grinning. Jimin guffawed in the back of his throat as he shoved him with a heavy eye roll. Yoongi chuckled and it had to be the sweetest sound ever. Jimin was grinning in excitement, thanking Namjoon and Jeongguk for the opportunity.

"Anytime. You're talented and a hard worker. We would be pleased to have you," Namjoon answered, pressing a soft kiss to Jin's hair who preened. Jimin flushed, but smiled sweetly as he looked back at Yoongi with a fond look.

"And you're in luck cause I have big class today in like, half an hour." Hoseok cut the new dancer a bright smile, tightening his hold on Taehyung who giggled and nuzzled him. "You in?"

"Of course!" he chirped. "Show some of the basic steps so I can be some use?"

"Let's work!"

Hoseok stood slowly, kissing Taehyung with a soft murmur before the two dancers headed for the stereo. His voice echoed as he spoke fondly about the dance Jin clucked his tongue, glancing back at his husband with raised brows.

"I think... I think we were just dismissed."

Namjoon hummed. "I think so too," he muttered, rolling his eyes. Jeongguk laughed before the rest of them stood and walked out. Namjoon returned to the desk with a soft "bye" to Jin who was now holed up in the art room with Yoongi and Taehyung while Jeongguk went to set up the vocal room for the new lessons.

As soon as he stepped into the empty studio, he felt his eyes burn. Tears already cascading down his cheeks because Yoongi was here. It was like a smack in the face and his head just couldn't wrap around it.

He quickly wiped his eyes and got to work. Right now he had to focus. He set up the room and the kids filed in. The lesson felt forever, dragging on longer and longer, but somehow, he managed to make it as the kids left with grins on their faces and bouncing along.

Sighing, Jeongguk started gathering the sheet music to return to the file cabinet- he reminded himself to thank Seokjin when he got the chance but he knew the man was back at the cafe before he was going to pick up Minjun from school.

Lips tightening, Jeongguk paused as he grasped the paper. Minjun. He wanted to bring Yoongi to him. To finally reunite them. Maybe he was a little selfish for thinking about how badly he wanted what they had.

I have always been selfish, he thought bitterly, face twisting. Then again, he knew that Minjun wanted nothing more than his papa to return home, but he wasn't sure how to tell him that things were different.

Sure, they had kissed, but what did any of that mean in the long run? They hadn't fully talked about it, too high strung on emotions and memories that rode through their systems. 

This time, Jeongguk wanted to do things right. Make sure that Yoongi was on the same page and just... make sure that Yoongi knew how much he loved him. That despite everything, Jeongguk loved him more than he could ever love himself.

"Are you alright?" Yoongi's louder voice broke out, his slurred words pulling Jeongguk from his darkened thoughts. Squeaking, Jeongguk turned towards the door and saw Yoongi watching him with sad eyes and anxious expression.

Sighing, Jeongguk relaxed when he realized that it was just Yoongi and felt himself offer a sad smile in return. "No. You?"

Yoongi smirked. "I'm working on it," he admitted it. Jeongguk found himself looking away as Yoongi let his eyes trail over the room with a soft look and fond smile. He stepped further into the room until he paused a few feet away from Jeongguk. "Lamb skewers?" 

"Alright."

Jeongguk grabbed his wallet and his jacket, shoving his hands in his pocket as he followed Yoongi out of the studio and into the noon time air. He exhaled slowly, not minding the quiet as Yoongi led the way.

The tension was building again. A soft understanding that this wasn't just lunch. This was going to be the conversion that they had avoided before, and Jeongguk was alright with that, but another part of him was scared it was an official goodbye. 

A "just friends" and Jeongguk wasn't sure how he felt about it. He had touched him now, kiss him, and damn if the desire to kiss him again wasn't lingering there. 

So, sitting in the restaurant, the scent of the meat tangling in their senses with smoke and soft chatter of the few other people wasn't as calming as it should have been as Jeongguk stared at the churning meat with a frown.

Finally, he inhaled.

Exhaled.

"Yoongi," he murmured softly, voice nearly a pleading as he looked up through his lashes. "I am really sorry about what happened. What I said... I had no excuse. I was cruel and heartless."

Yoongi was silent a moment, hands fiddling a bit with his napkin and a frown on his face as he stared into Jeongguk's face. The younger squirmed but kept his face there. Let the other examine him.

"You really hurt me, Guk," he finally said, voice a little too quiet but he still heard it. He inhaled sharply as he looked up to see tears forming in Yoongi's eyes as he gave a sad, bitter smile. "You broke me in ways the crash didn't. I felt as if you gutted me."

"Yoongi," Jeongguk hiccuped, hands tightening to try and stop himself from breaking out in tears- he didn't have the right to cry. Not over this. It was him that deserved to hear this.

The coal haired man sniffed, turning his eyes away with a soft, broken laugh. "I left that hospital not even caring about anything. I just... I hurt so much. But I knew that you... you were hurting too. I know you were speaking out of anger- not at the time but I just... I know you did. It doesn't change that it hurt."

"Hyung... I am so fucking stupid. I'm so sorry for every word I said, I wish I could go back in time and just... never say it," he breathed. Yoongi sighed, shaking his head.

"Don't bother. It doesn't matter anymore," he replied quietly, then sipped a bit at his water to clear his throat. He returned his eyes back to Jeongguk and flinched. "I'm sorry too. And before you tell me to not apologize, I am going to. I left. I acted just as childishly and I am sorry for that. And I regret leaving. I regret leaving Minjun. Leaving you. I shouldn't have done that because I was supposed to be there for you. To be what you needed. But I left because I couldn't face who I was."

The silence that trickled was overwhelming. It was so tense a moment at the unspoken words, the searching eyes and the wandering thoughts as finally Yoongi chuckled weakly, shaking his head.

"I swear... I am deaf and I can still hear the awkward silence," he muttered, offering a weak smile. Jeongguk bit back a laugh, covering his mouth as Yoongi met his eyes firmly. "Jeongguk, I am still in love you. I love you a lot, and I want to just say fuck the past five years and make you mine but... call it pessimistic, but five years is a lot of time."

"I still love you, hyung. I never stopped. Not once. I hate myself more than you could ever know," Jeongguk mumbled, eyes dropping to the table, but kept his voice loud enough so that Yoongi would be sure to catch every word. "And yes, it has been five years. And a lot changes. But that hasn't."

The silence followed again, but this time it was less tense. It was more reflective. Thoughtful. The wandering eyes had been still as they watched one another before Yoongi cracked another amused smile as he leaned back.

"What are we even doing, Guk?"

"I think Jin hyung would call it "adulting"," he teased lightly, taking his first bite of a cooked lamb skewer. Yoongi huffed, long fingers brushing his fringe as he grabbed a skewer and removed the meat but didn't move to eat it.

"It's odd seeing you so... grown."

"Likewise," Jeongguk admitted, blushing a bit. Yoongi shrugged, took a bite, and then chewed slowly. Swallowing past his dry throat, he set his chopsticks down and redrew the other's attention. "Hyung... I want to try again. I want an us. I want our shower times and just late nights. I want this... if you allow it."

"Remember when you were shy?" Yoongi teased weakly, an uneasy smile on his face as he set his own chopsticks back down. Jeongguk smiled back, eyes searching as Yoongi huffed and looked away from him, like he was trying to gather himself.

"A big part of me wants to just say "yes" and just... go back to those times without even blinking, but there is something I need to know first. A few things, really," he muttered, then pinned his eyes back towards Jeongguk. "Are you okay with me? With what I am now?"

Jeongguk was horrified. "Yoongi, I don't care if you grew a tail and started throwing poo at me," he snapped, hands clenched around the table. "You are still my Yoongi. That sarcastic kitten who I ran into in a dance class that you should have never been a part of and placed a band-aid on. Being deaf... we can work it out together. As a family. Together."

Yoongi was deadly silent and for a moment Jeongguk feared that he a) didn't hear him or b) didn't like what he said. Jeongguk felt the trickle of anxiety card through his system.

"Can we?" Yoongi finally breathed, face pinched and voice strained with emotion. Taken off guard and somewhat confused by the words, he stared at Yoongi who had another tear streak down his face.

"Can we what?"

"Be a family again." Yoongi shuddered, hands clasping tightly to his chopsticks as he sniffed. "Minjun is... he's eight now. I broke my promise to him. I promised him when he was three that I would be there a long time and I just... he probably doesn't even remember me."

"He collects bunny stuffed animals," Jeongguk blurted. Yoongi's eyes widened as he stared at him. He offered a sad smile. "He plays piano. At school, and collects piano key chains. He never forgot his papa. He said... he says... that he knows you're going to come back. He's waiting for you, hyung."

Silence.

A breathless moment before Jeongguk saw his lips twitch, more tears cascading down his face and he let out a small sob.

"I guess I better not disappoint anymore."

Jeongguk didn't even try and stop himself as he stood from his end of the table and pulled Yoongi into his arms. The man didn't fight him, just grasped at his clothes and let them both sink into the feeling that had been denied for so long.

****

Jeongguk was almost afraid to let go of Yoongi's hand as he held it clasped between his own. Yoongi didn't seem to mind, his thumb brushing over his skin every few minutes- eyes slipping over to him to just double check that Jeongguk was still there.

The night air was tangling with both of them as they approached the apartment that Yoongi was slowly beginning to dread. He knew that Minjun was behind those doors, and his mind was racing. Heart throbbing.

What was he like now? Did he still have a lisp? Did he go to the bathroom okay? Did he talk now? Yoongi usually thought about that when he was in Daegu with Jimin. Thoughts about how the toddler who felt like his own was like.

How did parents leave their children? Yoongi felt as if he had left more than half his soul here in Seoul. Left everything he had when he left both of them. Every night, he swore he heard a soft "papa", only for him to remember that it was impossible.

Jeongguk watched the emotions flash over his face as they paused by the door and he felt transported back almost six years ago as he rapt his knuckle against the door and stepped into Jeongguk's world with terror at what it would bring.

It looked how it always did. Just waiting. 

Jeongguk looked back, catching Yoongi's panicked eyes as he stared back. He stepped back, but Jeongguk tightened his hold on his hand and wouldn't let go. Licking his lips, he stepped closer and kissed his lips.

"Come back home."

Yoongi exhaled shakily, nodding his head firmly but Jeongguk saw the weakness, the fear, that was lingering a bit in his gaze. It was the same fear that was bubbling in the pit of his own stomach and he almost laughed.

Five years had passed and yet this remained the same. They were both still afraid. 

Yoongi straightened suddenly, determination glinting in his eyes as he nodded towards Jeongguk. The younger hummed before he gripped the handle in a clammy hand before he pushed it open.

Stepping inside felt like a dream as he glanced towards the kitchen, seeing that was it was empty except for a plate of food that was waiting to be reheated for dinner. The sounds of the TV and soft chattering from Seokjin and Minjun was barely heard.

Yoongi couldn't seem to hear it, and Jeongguk felt his heart constrict as he closed the door and cast one more nervous look towards the older before he stepped towards the living room and left the other behind. 

He would follow- he knew it. 

Maybe at his own pace, but he would follow. 

As soon as Jeongguk was in sight, Minjun leaped to his feet and crashed himself into Jeongguk's legs that had him let out a grunt before he pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly. 

"Hey Baby Bun," he breathed softly, eyes flickering towards the living room where he saw two stuffed animals- one a black kitten that he had named "Yoonie". He had gotten when he was four. And a little white bunny that he had named "Kookie".

His blanket was spread out over the floor, his trucks and avengers dolls lying among it while Jin was sitting on the couch, eyes locked on a book while he looked up with a questioning look in his eyes.

Subtly, he nodded and watched as the older man stood quickly and slipped into the bedroom with a soft click to the door to offer some form of privacy. It wasn't much but Jeongguk was grateful since he already felt like he was on the verge of tears,

"I missed you daddy! Today at school my friend Mark drew a dinosaur so I drew a bunny! Jinie said I can put it on the fridge!" he said, pulling away with a bright smile that lit up his tiny face and expressive eyes.

Jeongguk felt like he was going to cry again as he kissed his forehead. 

"That's so good, Baby Bun. So good," he murmured, then pulled back to stare into his son's face. "Something happened today with daddy too. He... he fixed a wrong. Something that he should have done much sooner."

"You fixed it? All better now?" Minjun asked, looking slightly confused but was still smiling. Jeongguk nodded his head once, feeling a tear trail down his cheek as he squeezed his hand.

"I brought someone home, Min."

The eight year old looked even more confused, head cocking to the side and his hand touching his ear as he stared at his father who stood slowly, shifting out of the way and letting Minjun peer down the hall.

Yoongi stepped a bit closer, eyes watery and sniffing as he stared at Minjun with a slight whine in his throat. Jeongguk felt his throat swell as he watched Yoongi tremble and shake, taking in the sight of the much taller boy whose face lost some of the toddler fat, the missing teeth, and the big brown eyes.

Minjun stared back, eyes widening as his lower lip quivered.

"Papa?" 

And then Yoongi sobbed. Jeongguk knew that he couldn't hear that soft voice, could tell by the heartbreak in his eyes, but he smiled anyways and nodded his head so fast that Jeongguk wondered if it was going to fall off.

"Baby Bun."

"PAPA!" Minjun screamed, tearing past Jeongguk and running straight into Yoongi's arms. Unused to the force of the new strength of the eight year old, he ended up falling backwards with his arms encased around the tiny, shaking body.

Jeongguk could only watch as Yoongi sobbed, kissing Minjun's face all over again as the child sobbed and cried, hugging him tighter as if terrified to let go. It made his own eyes well with tears because finally he was home.

The missing piece was replaced and it had never felt more like family as it did right there, hearing Yoongi's broken cries and Minjun's whimpered "papa's" and "I missed you so much" that nearly had Jeongguk on his knees.

When Minjun finally pulled away, he placed a big, wet kiss on Yoongi's cheek, his tiny little hand touching his wet cheek. "What was that for, Baby Bun?"

"For all the time away," the child answered in a soft voice. "I knew you would come back, papa. I knew that you come home! So I saved these kissy's for you to remind you you're loved!"

"Oh god, baby," Yoongi sobbed, pulling Minjun back against him. The child didn't mind, just let himself be rocked in his papa's arms with a contented smile on his face and fingers grasping at the fabric of his hoodie.

Jeongguk watched with a hand covering his mouth to keep his cries silent, but he couldn't' tear the imagine away as Yoongi just ran his fingers over how big Minjun had gotten, and the child would giggle and press closer.

"I'm sorry I broke our promise, Minjun. I'm so, so sorry... I shouldn't have left you, baby. I'm sorry," Yoongi hiccuped, attempting to breathe in air but only managing to cry more. The kid pulled away again, tears falling from his eyes.

"Is okay, papa. I have two now," he said sweetly and pressed another wet kiss to his cheek. "No tears. Daddy say tears are sad. We need happy now!" 

"You've grown so much... so much," he breathed and touched his face. Minjun giggled, showing off his "big boy teeth" and even showed his hair. Yoongi took it all in stride, but Jeongguk saw the furrow of his brow, the slight pain and irritation on his face since he couldn't always hear him.

Jeongguk walked over, pulling Minjun to his feet. "Baby Bun, it's bedtime," he mumbled, patting his stomach. Minjun frowned, shaking his head. He could already sense the way Minjun was going to be protective of Yoongi now- the anxiety of leaving into stride. "Min... it's late."

"I don't wanna leave, Papa," he said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced back at Yoongi, who was staring at some of the pictures that were lining the wall and hadn't heard the child. Jeongguk felt another heavy rock. "Papa, I wanna stay with you."

No answer.

He had stepped closer to the wall, looking at the pictures with a little smile on his face and the tears making him look a little sappy as he chuckled. Jeongguk frowned when he saw Minjun step closer and grab his pant leg. He tugged.

"Papa." Feeling someone grab his pant leg, he looked down. He softened at seeing the child, a smile ghosting his lips while Minjun pouted. "I wanna stay with you."

Yoongi was frowning again. He cocked his head, hair falling in front of his face. Jeongguk saw the look cross over his features, the one where his eyes watered and his hands clenched by his sides. Jeongguk intervened. He took Minjun's hand and pulled him away while Yoongi bit his lip.

"What... what did he...?" Tears welled in his eyes, a hand reaching up and yanking a bit on his deaf ear. Jeongguk instantly got to his feet, taking Yoongi's hand and giving him a stern look.

He heard Minjun whimper behind him, grabbing onto Jeongguk's leg as he tried to make sense of what went wrong. Jeongguk brushed his free hand through his hair, offering comfort a moment but his eyes didn't leave Yoongi's crestfallen look.

"What's wrong, hyung?"

 "I can't... I can barely hear him. I can't hear his tone. I can't hear him." 

"Hyung, it's alright... is his.. is the frequency too soft?" Jeongguk asked. Yoongi had given him a explanation that he was mostly partially deaf, but retained some hearing abilities, but certain frequencies and voices were harder. 

He didn't get too deep, but he had a the gist. He tried to understand, but he wasn't sure he ever truly would, though he was planning on researching later to at least try and grasp how it worked. The hearing aid was just to give him a little wider range but it only did so much.

With his hearing aid, he was usually alright since he could lip read as well so it filled in the gap but there was still a lot of struggles with that as well since his ears took a lot of damage with the car crash.

Yoongi whimpered, nodding his head as he reached to touch his ear again but Jeongguk grabbed the hand and pulled it back into his own. "It's alright, hyung. He was just saying he wants to stay with you."

"Papa hurt?" Minjun asked, teary eyed and worried as he stared towards the other. Jeongguk instantly shook his head, explaining quickly to Yoongi what he asked when the coal haired bent down and took Minjun's hand. 

"Minjun, do you remember... do you... remember the crash?"

"Where I got hurt?" he asked timidly, brow knitting. He looked as if he was afraid to say the words in case the other decided to disappear again. His brown eyes flickered over Yoongi's features, hand grasping his thumb.

"Yes..." 

"I remember. Papa leave after..." he mumbled, looking sad and crestfallen. Yoongi inhaled sharply, eyes locked tightly on his lips so that he could understand the child better. But the boy mumbled a bit so it made it harder.

"Well... papa got hurt too," he admitted, voice cracking as he slurred out the "papa" a bit more than usual. Jeongguk bit his lip as he looked down. Minjun touched his collarbone. "No... not there. I... I can't hear you so well anymore, Baby Bun."

"Hear?" he asked. "You lost your hearing?"

"Yes," Yoongi replied. Minjun was quiet a long time, looking a bit thoughtful as he cocked his head to the side in a very Jeongguk manner. Jeongguk was watching with his heart aching so badly in his chest he wondered how he hadn't started crying again. "So... sometimes you need... to speak louder or face me so I can read your lips."

"If I do, you stay?"

Yoongi let out a weak chuckle, another wave of tears falling down his face. He nodded his head briskly. "Yes, baby. I'm here to stay..."

"With Daddy too?" the child wondered, looking excited as he glanced back at Jeongguk with wide, hopeful eyes. Jeongguk hesitated, watching as Yoongi's gaze flickered over towards Jeongguk with a wry smile.

"Yes."

Jeongguk knew that they weren't done speaking. There was still a lot to figure out, things left unspoken and things that were better out in the open. But something inside him was telling him that everything was okay. 

They would be okay. 

It wasn't perfect. The hurt was there, and they needed to rebuild everything that had fallen, and add in some new things with the reality of what had happened. Adjustments to be made, and more things to go over.

But the way Yoongi smiled at him, sweet, fond, and somewhat sad was enough to know that he wanted to try again. That he wanted a them now that they were older, wiser, and learned more about their emotions and themselves than ever before. 

For now, they were going to be okay.

Yoongi awoke to the feeling of warm lips pressed against his forehead. They lingered, the scent of laundry detergent and baby powder touching his nose like a dream. The feeling of a bed beneath his tired body and the feeling of soft breath tickling his neck stirred him further from sleep.

He was sure he felt a hand combing through the tendrils of his black hair, and the small hand that was clasping at the white tee that was actually Jeongguk's. Everything felt so warm. A little strange. 

He had gotten so use to his tiny little twin sized bed and frayed comforters since he was too lazy to go out and by himself different ones. Jimin always complained to him about it but he didn't really care. 

Now, the comforters hung on his frame, the feeling of being surrounded again was almost overwhelming, but the other part of him relished it. Craved it like addict since Jeongguk's fingers trailed through his hair. 

Little Minjun was sleeping between them, as if he was three years old again and back in their old apartment. The difference was his size and his  thumb wasn't wrapped between his lips. It made him ached more because what remained the same was the way he seemed so content there.

Fluttering his eyes open, he stared into a pair of brown eyes that widened as they caught his own. Jeongguk's breathe hitched in his throat, hand still tangled within Yoongi's tangled locks and his face bare and still slightly puffy from sleep.

His cheeks instantly turned pink, jerking his hand back and Yoongi felt as if he was back in that dance room with the shy freshman. A lazy smile touched his face. 

"There's my shy boy," he mumbled lowly, sure that his words came out more incoherent than usual from sleep. He didn't really care much, staring into the bright red cheeks of the other and the way he glanced away. 

Jeongguk didn't answer verbally- Yoongi believed that he knew he couldn't hear him anyways- but instead offered that bright bunny smile that showed his teeth, crinkled his eyes, and his nose twitched.

Unable to stop himself, Yoongi reached up to touch his cheek. It felt so warm under his palm and he wondered if he was dreaming. It wouldn't be the first time, but this felt too real. The way he nuzzled his palm and his hot breathe touched his wrist. Hot and somewhat damp as his lips skimmed his flesh.

Yoongi exhaled shakily, eyes closing as he enjoyed the feeling as Jeongguk's hand returned to touching his face. He opened his eyes, locking his eyes on the sparkling brown that glimmered with so many emotions it was a wonder.

Jeongguk offered a sad smile, pulling away with a look of shame on his face as he sat back. Yoongi frowned, leaning closer as he grabbed Jeongguk's hand. The other stared at him, a look of surprise on his features.

Without a word, Yoongi pulled him back down and placed his hand in his hair. Jeongguk's eyes widened as Yoongi offered a lazy smirk. For a moment, he hesitated before he leaned down and pressed a chaste, messy kiss to his lips.

God, Yoongi had missed this. The feeling, the disgusting morning breathes that tangled to create something horribly beautiful in it's own intimate way. The lazy morning hands that trailed lightly over arms and fingers that tingled. 

He felt someone shift between him and he almost started crying again as he saw Minjun yawn when he woke, his eyes looking up and bright grin on his face as he locked eyes with Yoongi. The older man leaned forward, peppering his face with kisses.

He was sure that Minjun was giggling, could feel the vibrations reverberating through his tiny body, and it made him grin as he pulled back to touch his nose. The silence didn't feel nearly as deafening, as lonely, as Minjun threw his arms around him.

He hugged him back tightly, smiling sweetly as Jeongguk leaned over and nuzzled his son's soft hair. He mumbled something, and he didn't even care that he couldn't hear him as Minjun replied. He only watched as Minjun spoke too quickly to catch and then stumbled out of bed to disappear out the door. 

Jeongguk shook his head, watching him go with a fond smile before looking back at Yoongi. The older watched him back, noting the blush before he collapsed back on the bed and hid his face with his duvet.

He tugged at it. "Don't hide, Bun." 

Jeongguk peeked back out, brown eyes searching before he uncovered his mouth and sat so that Yoongi could see them. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep boundaries. I know we haven't... made everything official and talked everything-"

Yoongi covered his mouth with his hand, watching as his eyes widened comically. He offered a tiny smile as he shook his head shortly.

"Don't ruin this, Guk. Don't bring it up. It..." he exhaled sharply. "I know you're sorry. So stop saying it. Instead... show me. And I'll show you, yeah?" 

Jeongguk hesitated before he nodded firmly. Yoongi smiled back, uncovering his mouth and watching as the younger man leaned forward and pressed a shy kiss to his lips, then pulled away to lick his lips. His eyes turned wicked.

Before Yoongi could guess what he was going to do, he licked Yoongi's lips. The older man scowled, slapping Jeongguk's arm as the younger man broke into laughter, falling back into the bed. 

He wiped his lips roughly. "You little piece of-" he growled before he attacked Jeongguk's sides with his fingers. The younger squealed and bucked but the older didn't let up as he grinned in triumph. "What a bad bunny."

When he finally stopped, Jeongguk grabbed the drawstring of Yoongi's (Jeongguk's) sweats and Yoongi squeaked (in a very manly manner) as he was pulled so that he was straddling Jeongguk's thighs. 

He felt his warmth, the way his hands rested on his shoulders. Jeongguk planted his hands on his waist, holding him steady and staring up at Yoongi's features with a soft, fond look with his messy sleepy hair, his bare face that was slightly oily but still stunning.

Yoongi felt like purring. 

Jeongguk caught his eye, offering a smile. "I was thinking of little Min stay out of school today... and making it day to ourselves first before... before we have maybe dinner with everyone? Here? Or spend an afternoon with them? Yeah?"

Yoongi lifted his hands, cupping the back of Jeongguk's neck and playing with the soft hairs that lingered there. He grinned when he felt Jeongguk shudder beneath him. 

"That sounds good. Dinner. All together." Yoongi paused, then ducked his head. "Can... can Jimin-ah come too?"

Jeongguk lifted Yoongi's head, using his fingers on his chin so that Yoongi could read his lips. "Jimin hyung is a part of us now too. He..." Jeongguk exhaled, looking flustered and slightly uncomfortable. "You're close. He's your friend and you both... you... you sign, with, uh, h-him."

Yoongi cocked his head before a slow grin touched his lips. "Are you jealous?" 

Jeongguk turned bright red. Yoongi was sure if he could hear, he would have heard a squeak leave his lips as he looked away and moved to pull Yoongi off but the older clamped his thighs around the other and pressed his head against him.

"Bun, he... he was there for me. When I... when I moved to Daegu, I wasn't in a good place," Yoongi admitted, thumbs tracing his neck. He had his undivided attention. "I was alone for six months. I couldn't talk to anyone, I refused to learn sign language because... it was admitting I was broken." Jeongguk inhaled sharply. "And communicating was hard and I felt so cut off. But that stupid... he kept coming. He kept trying. He would write me notes. All the time. He didn't judge me for my fear of cars, and held my hand crossing the streets. He would point out what little sounds I could hear since I startled so easily." Yoongi snorted. "He pushed me to sign. He took classes with me. So I would feel more comfortable with a new way of communicating. We learned together." 

Yoongi exhaled a shaky breathe, eyes going downcast as his hands dropped from where they were resting and he sat back on Jeongguk's lap.

"You don't have to be jealous. He isn't... we don't... we haven't ever..." Yoongi huffed, hands raking through his fringe. "Jimin-ah and I have never been like that. He's like Tae-ah to me. A little brother."

Jeongguk cupped his cheeks. Yoongi met his eyes and saw that he was giving a sad smile, but the emotions from before were gone. All that was left was fondness, a warmth that sparked in his eyes and sent Yoongi's heart aflutter. 

"I am grateful towards him. He took care of you." His thumb brushed his cheeks, his smile a bit softer. "I'm going to ask him to teach me sign. So I can be there for you too."

Yoongi frowned. "Guk, you don't-"

Jeongguk covered his mouth, a firm look in his eyes. "Yes. I do. Show me and I'll show you, right?" he said slowly, letting Yoongi follow the words. The older sagged before he removed Jeongguk's and and kissed him again.

"You're breathe stinks," he sighed, pulling away. Jeongguk rolled his eyes and pushed him gently. He chuckled as he slid off and watched as Jeongguk stood and stretched. Yoongi found himself examining his body, noting that pretty much all of the teenage body was gone into a man's.

Okay Yoongi, backtrack those thoughts, he thought to himself, mouth running dry as he saw his shirt ride up to expose the sharp curve line of his v-line peeking through and his muscles flexing as the other exhaled. Think straight, think straight. You're gay is showing. 

Jeongguk really had grown into his muscles, his body lean and well taken care of. His hair was messy and soft, and he looked so grown and good with slight morning scruff that mostly invisible except on his top lip and the sharpness to his jawline.

He was still so stunning.

Jeongguk turned, done stretching out his limbs, and caught Yoongi's eye. The coal haired thanked every higher power that he was able to keep a straight face as Jeongguk flashed a sweet smile.

"You know, hyung," the younger started slowly, "we never got our shower last night."

"But... Minjun is-"

"Hyung," Jeongguk said, a little smile on his face as he turned to face Yoongi with a soft, fond look. "He's eight now. He can entertain himself for thirty minutes." 

Embarrassment flooded him. He sputtered a moment as he stared at the slightly amused Jeongguk and glanced back at his hands. His singers fiddled with the white shirt as he remembered that this wasn't five years ago.

He exhaled a bit loudly and then turned pink. Jeongguk smiled and touched his cheek, redrawing his attention. "We don't have to, hyung. I wanted to offer it because it was... it was ours."

"I want to," Yoongi said. Jeongguk smiled before he winked. Rolling his eyes, he stood but before he could say anything else, the younger wandered to the door of his bedroom and glanced out. He must have been saying something to Minjun since he returned a few moments later. 

He held out his hand wordlessly. Yoongi slowly placed his own in it before he was taken to the bathroom and the door was closed behind him. He smiled as he glanced around the bathroom- there was random skin care, some makeup, and otherwise looked clean. 

Jeongguk almost turned shy as he approached the shower and bent down to start it up. Yoongi watched him, almost able to imagine the squeaking of the handles and the grunts of effort. Jeongguk glanced at him.

"Strip."

"Bossy," he retorted, but reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. He didn't miss the way Jeongguk's eyes followed the movement before they flickered over his chest. Yoongi watched as his eyes widened, lips pressing together as he saw the black inked words that were etched across his rib cage on the right side.

"Spring Day."

Yoongi glanced down at the tattoo, a sad smile touching his lips as his fingers traced the Hangul of 봄날. He didn't miss the way Jeongguk touched the bracelet that was clasped on his wrist as Yoongi ran his fingers back through his hair.

"Yeah, I... I even wrote a song... that was... it was based on us? I never tried it out, just... the lyrics, I guess," he mumbled, shifting his weight. Jeongguk was stunned. "I kept on hoping that one day I would find the courage... to go back. Cause I missed you so much. I wanted winter to end."

"I'm going to kiss you," Jeongguk breathed before he strode over and claimed Yoongi's lips. The older melted a bit at the way Jeongguk grappled at his bare sides, hot hands feeling so good against his flesh as his lips melded against him.

When he pulled away, Yoongi arched a brow. "Damn, maybe I should get tattoos more often if I am going to be kissed like that."

Jeongguk snickered. "Whatever you say. Finish undressing, yeah?" he replied, kissed his nose and let his thumb brush over the words before he returned to checking the water. Yoongi smiled before he finished stripping.

He felt a bit awkward. It had been a while since he had been this naked in front of well, anybody, if he was being really honest. So standing there now felt odd, a bit strange, and he cupped himself with a slight blush.

When Jeongguk turned back around, his smile was like a light bulb. He searched his body, gently, lovingly, as if seeing something precious that he hadn't seen in a while before he peeled off his shirt and pants.

He held out his hand, silently, and Yoongi was so grateful. He took it and let the other pull him in the shower. There still wasn't words as the hot water poured over their heads, drenching their hair and letting it plaster to their heads.

They just stared at one another, eyes flickering over the next, before Yoongi reached over and kissed him firmly. "I'm sorry I was a coward."

"You said we weren't going to apologize anymore." 

"This is the last, but I wanted you to know, I am sorry that I was. I made your worst fear come true," Yoongi rumpled, staring at Jeongguk's lips. The younger sighed, touching Yoongi's soaked hair.

"And I made yours come true too. So it doesn't matter. You're here now. I'm here now. We can make it up like this," he answered. Yoongi hummed, reaching for the bottle of shampoo and drenching his hands in it before he turned Jeongguk around and massaged his scalp.

It was kind of amazing how no more words were spread, and yet they were louder than ever before. The way Jeongguk leaned into his hands, the soft kisses at random moments and the humming. The way that they each took turns loving, caressing, holding- as if each kiss was an apology.

Whatever awkwardness that was lingering, whatever bad feelings or terrible memories was left, seemed to be washed away in that shower. The way they molded back into themselves, a little more grown, a little more in love, and, in some ways, a little more cracked.

But these cracks were getting refilled, glued back together like Korean jade pottery. Each little "crack" that was visible adding aesthetic instead of holes. Showing that sometimes even the cracked things are stunning.

It felt as if that shower healed them. Spoke what words couldn't. And with each moment that passed, the guilt was ebbing away and turning into acceptance. They were both in the wrong with what happened, but in the end, they still had one another.

Locked within the hot shower, the drenching water, and the scent of shampoo highlighting the room. 

It was heaven for Yoongi as he pressed the younger man against the shower wall, his back getting hit with the spray and arms locked around the man who had his head tilted back, neck exposed, and a breathy moan catching in his throat that Yoongi wished he could hear.

"Not yet, love. Just... just like this," Yoongi murmured against his throat, breaking the kiss and instead nuzzling him gently. Jeongguk nodded, hands squeezing his hips before Yoongi flinched and offered a tiny smile. "The water's cold. Time's up."

Jeongguk chuckled before he shut off the water. 

"Let's go have family time."

****

 When Yoongi stepped out of the bedroom, decked out in rolled up sweatpants that were tied the best they could be since they were so much bigger and fell off his hips. But he refused to wear anything else. 

He wore a matching black shirt that was a few sizes too big and swallowed him whole and then added a simple black hoodie to match. He didn't bother with underwear. He was just going to be those two today.

Jeongguk was already in the kitchen, the smell of food drifting throughout the house, and Yoongi pushed his hearing aid into his hear. A dull tinny sound of the TV touched his ear but it wasn't much as he walked in and saw Minjun lying across the floor watching some movie with his feet in the air and smile on his face. 

"Papa!" he greeted, clambering to his feet as he dashed forward. Yoongi grinned as he bent down and let the small body collide with his and grunted when he did. He didn't mind at all as the child hugged him tightly.

"Morning, Baby Bun. Sleep  okay?" he asked, pulling away so that he could read the answer. Minjun beamed brightly, bobbing his head as his hands tightened on Yoongi's arm as he looked down.

"The best sleep. Cause I had Papa again."

"You're gonna make me cry so early, Bun," Yoongi teased, smoothing down his bed hair and touching his cheek. Minjun giggled before he pointed to the kitchen where Jeongguk was still working- dressed similar to his boyfriend but without the hoodie. 

"Daddy make breakfast."

"So I see. I better go help, yeah? Then maybe we can watch a movie, or dance, or whatever you want, Min," he said. The child grinned and settled back down with a grin as he stretched out his limbs. 

Humming a bit to himself, he found himself pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture since he wasn't able to stop himself. He had kept all of the pictures he had of Minjun and Jeongguk, but he had never really shown Jimin- he had only seen the ones that he put on his wall. 

Even then, Jimin tried to avoid prying too much since Yoongi tended to react badly when he did, so he only pried when Yoongi was letting him, which wasn't often. Usually when he woke up in a cold sweat, screaming so loud it scared the neighbors once. 

Jimin was always there through his nightmares, calming him down and reminding him that he wasn't in the car and that everything was alright now. And sometimes Yoongi would break down and sign in sloppy words about Minjun since he didn't trust his voice.

Now it felt weird since he had the desire to send the picture of his son to him, show him a fragment of the world he had left and craved, but the desire was there. He refrained and instead opened up their chats.

Yoongi: hey, Jimin-ah, I wanted to tell you that I am fine and with Jeongguk and Min. You're probably gonna be invited over later... can you bring me clothes? 

Lemonade Fairy: am I a clothes bitch now?

Yoongi: maybe :) bring my razor too.

Lemonade Fairy: hyung, I don't have to put up with this abuse. I could still say no and not bring you your crap. You could come home and get it and love me like the good hyung you are.

Yoongi: do you want me to come home, fairy?

Lemonade Fairy: maybe :) just for ten minutes so you can love me

Yoongi: You are terrible. Don't you have "your platonic soulmate from the pits of hell that we both crawled from"? 

Lemonade Fairy: I think they are doing the dance with no pants in the bathroom.... i heard something drop and a moan -_-

Yoongi: I... I am disgusted... right in front of my noodles.

Lemonade Fairy: can i be deaf for a few min? is that a thing?

Yoongi: *hands hearing aid* anways, not the point here. I'll be by around noon. Maybe i'll bring Min.

Lemonage Fairy: You? bring your son? here? OHFOAIHFIOEHFIEHHCIOPEDHFIPOFHEIOFEi

Yoongi: Okay, I take it back. Revoked. Blocked.

Yoongi shook his head as he shoved his phone back in his pocket and ignored the buzzing against his thigh as he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the archway. Jeongguk looked so good, so sweet, standing there with damp messy hair, white shirt, and sweats that rode low on his hips. 

Jeongguk glanced over, as if sensing his presence, and turned a bit pink when he noticed the intense look on the others features, the way his eyes raked over his body that was barely hidden by the clothing.

"Stop staring at me," Jeongguk whined, ducking his head a bit. Yoongi grinned, pushing himself off the wall and wrapped his arms around his waist and pressing his back against his chest in a soft back hug.

"Can't help it. Gotta stare. You look good," he murmured, kissing the back of his neck. Jeongguk shuddered, hand gripping the counter as he tilted his head back.

"Do you have some, like, domestic kink? A kitchen kink? It's always the kitchen," Jeongguk replied, turning in his arms so that he was now facing the other and his voice touching Yoongi's hearing aid. 

"We don't kink shame in this family," Yoongi teased, hands lifting his shirt and resting on the bare, hot skin of his waist. Jeongguk laughed, the sound dancing around the edges but Yoongi soaked it up.

"So, you admit it."

"Admit my boyfriend looks hot when cooking? Yes." 

Jeongguk stilled, eyes widening as he stared at Yoongi in surprise and it was then the other realized what he said. He blushed, but didn't retract the words. Just like the first time, it seemed that it was their natural flow. 

Slowly, he softened and nuzzled his cheek. "If that's your kink, kitten, then my kink is seeing you wearing my clothes. Makes me crazy," he hissed, eyes dropping to the exposed collar of the overly large shirt. 

Yoongi snorted. "Drowned rat is your kink?"

"What did we just say? No kink shaming," he countered, pursing his lips as he stared at Yoongi. The older rolled his eyes and swatted at Jeongguk's ass. The man broke into laughter that had him leaning his head against his shoulder.

"You're still a brat," Yoongi pouted. Jeongguk looked up, winked, and then turned back to the food that he was still making. Yoongi sighed, contented, as he leaned against the other's frame and smelled the food that was brewing.

Yoongi was pleased when the familiar song 2U started to be sung, the voice still distant but close enough that he could pick up the words and the melodic voice that was singing it. It loosened all the tighter coils in his body and he hugged Jeongguk tighter. 

"Jimin-ah wants me to come home, to see him, around noon," Yoongi mumbled lazily, not really sure if Jeongguk heard him or not. "I'm gonna pick up some clothes. Can Min come?"

"I'll come too. We can have a family outing, get some ice cream, and mess around a bit. Lunch, maybe," the other offered, raising his voice so that Yoongi could pick it up without turning around. The older hummed.

"Sounds good, Bun," he replied, more than sure he slurred it out since he felt sleepy with the feeling of Jeongguk so close to him. His body moved, signaling that he was laughing a bit.

"Kitten, do not fall asleep on me. Breakfast is almost ready. Get Min," Jeongguk ordered, nudging him lightly. Yoongi whined and snuggled closer. Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "Whose the bottom now?"

"Still you," Yoongi snorted and pushed away with a glare. Jeongguk cast him an arched brow.

"I don't know. You seem pretty submissive right now."

"Bite me," Yoongi growled and turned to go. He didn't miss the hot look Jeongguk sent him as he licked his lips and examined his body with a nod.

"With relish, baby." 

"Stop hanging out with Tae-ah," Yoongi retorted before he left the kitchen. Jeongguk chuckled before starting to gather the eggs, the soup, and the Korean Kimchi pancake. Yoongi walked over and nudged Minjun.

"Food."

"FOOD!" he shouted and leaps to his feet to run towards the dining room. Yoongi smiled fondly- definitely Jeongguk's kid. He developed the same love of food that was very apparent in Jeongguk ever since he had met him.

Whenever there is food around, he will ignore you in favor of eating it and then acknowledge your presence. Yoongi never minded since it was somewhat charming with the way he stuffed his face like a chipmunk.

Chuckling, he went joined the two whose plates were already piled high and their cheeks stuffed. It was such a cute scene- one that sent another pang of why in the hell did I leave to go through him.

Minjun was using chopsticks, cheeks puffed out and matching his father's as they both sat hunched over their food like it was their last meal. He grabbed his phone, snapped a picture, then sat in the chair and pulled some food.

"Hey, Min," Jeongguk started, lowering his chopsticks as he swallowed the food, "today we are going to go with papa to go to his place so he can get some clothes and see his, uh, friend. Then we are going to get some ice cream. And later have everyone over for a movie night."

"TaeTae and Sunny too?" Minjun asked, eyes sparkling at the idea as he looked up. Jeongguk hummed sweetly, handing him a napkin to wipe his bottom lip that was dripping a bit from the soup. He obeyed and looked back at Jeongguk. "Daddy, can I show Papa playing?"

Yoongi felt his brow furrow in confusion at the child's words, looking towards Jeongguk for some sort of explanation as he arched a brow. Jeongguk only gave a warm smile and winked, dark eyes twinkling with some secret.

"Of course, baby. I'll take care of the dishes so you can show him." Minjun offered his father a big "thank you daddy" before he turned back to Yoongi to start telling stories. Yoongi listened with everything he had, head tilted to make it easier and eyes on his lips to catch what he missed. 

The child spoke of everything he could. About school, about how he had made two friends that he sometimes spent Friday nights with now, and how he was doing well in school- especially math which nearly made him snort in amusement as he cast a look towards Jeongguk.

Yoongi knew just how terrible he was with math.  

Jeongguk had rolled his eyes, barking out a sarcastic laugh but Yoongi was grinning as Minjun giggled before he continued telling his stories about Seyeon and Junghee. It made Yoongi grin. He finally had made friends, and was speaking, and it meant more than he could have ever guessed.

When breakfast was finally over, Minjun had grabbed Yoongi's hand and pulled him into his room. It was so different from the three year old's room, and yet hauntingly familiar. Instead of the smaller toddler bed was now a full twin sized with simple blue sheets- no more Iron Man but he wasn't saddened since Marvel decorated the walls along with artwork.

It wasn't Minjun's artwork. Yoongi knew those pencil strokes- it was Jeongguk's. Pencil and charcoal portraits of Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok dotted all around. Some were more than one of them, and others were of Jeongguk himself.

But the ones that were of him were the most startling. One of of him and Minjun, the toddler on his lap and a piano hovering in the back corner. His heart ached at the picture that was just over his bed. 

His room was also cleaner than toddler Minjun- his toys in the chest, his bed made, and his shoes put away in the closet. His clothes peeked out of the drawers, and some hidden stuffed animals stashed under the bed with a few other goods.

Probably an attempt at deceiving his father's clean check. Jeongguk before falling asleep was mumbling about having to check Minjun's room to make sure he actually cleaned it. It was slightly charming.

The electronic keyboard pushed against the wall, however, was what made Yoongi stop as he stared at the instrument as Minjun approached it with a skip in his step. Unable to move, he watched as Minjun plopped on a little chair and placed his hands carefully on the keys.

They were slightly shaky, little tongue poking out of his mouth as he mumbled the notes under his breathe. It was obvious he was still learning, correcting himself under his breathe, and Yoongi just felt stunned.

He played the piano?

Jimin had mentioned once, since he had taken a psychology class during his freshman year and they were talking about children late one night when practicing signing, that kids remembered things that impacted them.

Good. Bad. It didn't matter- they would remember, but not always the reason they remembered or developed a liking for something. Jimin said that a child's memory is like a sponge, and they basically retain a lot, but don't always associate it with anything.

Unless it hold significance to them, which is why they might remember bad things more. They might remember that a green broccoli tastes bad, and therefore doesn't like green peas. Green on food means bad taste.

But, he said, that it can also be associated with good things too. It's just harder because our brains remember pain or dislike more. 

Did Minjun associate him with a piano? The idea was one that made his whole body shake as he watched the child look up, dark hair sweeping his forehead and his soft skin gleaming as his chocolate eyes glimmered in a sweet manner.

The sudden rush of protectiveness and heavy warmth almost made him stumble. 

Minjun turned so that Yoongi could see his lips, brow furrowing as if he was trying to remember how to say everything carefully. "I take classes at school. I am still learning scales though, but... daddy tells me you play! Papa help me?"

"Anything for you," he mumbled, and settled on the chair next to the child. Minjun beamed, watching eagerly as Yoongi placed his hands on the keys and listened as the scale notes bounced in the air before he switched and went into a song. 

Yoongi wasn't sure how long they spent like that, Yoongi patiently teaching Minjun the proper way to play the scale he was learning and correcting his notes.

"Like this, papa?" the child asked, hands moving again. Yoongi hummed slightly, then reached over and fixed the form on his hand. Minjun grinned, and played the notes. He paused to look for approval.

"So good, Baby Bun," he murmured, hand reaching to play with his hair as he praised him. Minjun beamed brightly, bouncing  a bit in his seat. His weight felt good against Yoongi's side. "Alright, where is Middle C?"

"Is it... here?" he asked, placing his finger on the white key. Yoongi beamed, nodding his head with another praise. "And I start my scales from there, right, papa?"

"You're a natural," Yoongi answered. 

"Just like my papa! Play another song, please!" Minjun begged, moving his hands and placing Yoongi's hands. The elder had noticed that Minjun, while not using sign language, was using his hands more, as if picking up ways to try and express himself.

Obliging the request, he focused and played the new song that he had been writing and let the notes reach through his good ear while Minjun leaned over to watch with wide, excited eyes and cheeks puffed up.

He looked sweet.

When he stopped playing, he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. He turned and saw Jeongguk, who was wearing a warm smile and replaced the pair of sweats with jeans, hair finger combed, and hoodie replaced with a jacket.

"Hey. We should head to your apartment, yeah?" he said clearly. Yoongi hummed and turned to Minjun.

"Wanna show daddy what you can play now?" Yoongi asked. Minjun cheered and started to play the scale with renewed confidence before he looked towards Jeongguk with a hopeful grin.

"Sounds great, baby. Now you better go get dressed, alright?" his father offered. Minjun agreed and clambered out of his chair, asking them to please leave so he could dress himself. Snorting, he let Jeongguk drag him out of the room. "Eight year old's. So salty all the time."

"Jimin-ah tells me you should wait till he is thirteen and all hormones."

"Yeah,  no," Jeongguk groaned, head tilting back and fingers tightening on Yoongi's wrist. "I still haven't accepted that he is eight. Let alone double digits."

"I don't think it's sunk in yet for me either," Yoongi added, chuckling a bit as he pulled off the sweats and replaced them with jeans from yesterday. Jeongguk guffawed a bit, grabbing his wallet and phone. "It's the little things. Like... he dresses himself completely now. And uses chopsticks... actual chopsticks." 

"He started like, two years ago," Jeongguk prattled listlessly as he waited by the door as Yoongi trailed after him, but because he had said it as he bent down to tie his timberland's and he was too far away, the other couldn't hear him or read him.

Yoongi tried to keep himself from getting even slightly frustrated, tapping his ear and humming a bit as Jeongguk looked back up. He blushed, apologized, then repeated what he had said.  

"Wow. When, uh, when did he... start the piano... thing?"

"Well," Jeongguk hummed, fingers ghosting his hair as he straightened and offered a wistful smile. "Not officially until the start of this year, but he started liking pianos around four or five."

"Oh." 

He offered another smile just as Yoongi felt a small hand take his. Glancing down, he caught sight of Minjun and grinned at seeing him dressed in something similar to his father. 

I swear... they are clones if it wasn't for the slight differences, Yoongi thought to himself as they walked outside. Yoongi took the lead, taking them to his apartment with Minjun grasping his hand tightly and Jeongguk holding his other hand.

They walked in simple silence, but it was bright and felt good as they boarded the subway and Minjun dragged Yoongi to some seats next to an elderly woman. Bowing his head, he offered her a smile before he pulled Minjun into his lap.

The child grabbed his father's phone and held it up, brows raised towards the older and somehow, Yoongi knew what he wanted. He nodded his head and let the eight year old pull up the camera and hold it up.

His lips moved, but combined with the train and the voices, the hearing aid couldn't pick it up but he grinned as he snapped a few pictures. 

The woman must have said something since Minjun frowned, suddenly turning to the woman and touching Yoongi's knee. He spoke quickly, the woman watching with a sweet smile and Yoongi looked away.

He hated the fact he couldn't keep up with the conversation. 

With the sounds of the train and other conversions, attempting to hold a conversation was useless to him. There was just no way- and then with the lip reading, all the jostling of the fast paced bullet train also made it just a bit harder.

When they exited the train, he had his bottom lip between his teeth and his hand a bit tighter around Jeongguk's hand when the younger suddenly pulled him to a stop. "Stop overthinking. The woman had said that you two were precious and Min explained that you couldn't hear but would love to know that."

"Really?" he asked, surprised. Jeongguk hummed while Minjun beamed. "Thanks, Baby Bun."

"Is okay! I didn't want to make you feel bad, papa," the child said, a slight pout on his face as he looked down. Yoongi bent down and ruffled his hair.

"You didn't. You made me feel better. Wanna piggy back?"

"Yes!" Minjun shouted. Yoongi chuckled before he let Jeongguk pick him up and set him on his back. His arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his legs tight on his waist while Yoongi used his hands to keep the other up. 

They kept walking but this time he felt Minjun bounce a bit, the rumble of his chest as he laughed and the sound could be heard a little more and relaxed him further as he stepped up the steps of his apartment shoved open the door. 

"Hope you're dressed otherwise I'm gonna be blind too!" Yoongi called out, smiling to himself as he stepped inside. Minjun tugged a bit at Yoongi's hair and he lowered himself down so that the eight year old could climb off.

When he straightened, he saw Jimin poke his head out of the hallway and grin as he rushed over. He was always the more vibrant one of the two of them, his hands moving on instinct to start communicating with him and his lips a bit too fast.

"Just off with your hot boy toy and just leaving little old me to fend for myself without even a text or a selfie to lure me off to sleep, hyung? That is so rude!" Jimin huffed, hands precise and slightly rushed as he grinned at the other.

Yoongi rolled his hands, pouting a bit as he raised his own hands to reply at a more slower pace, not bothering to speak aloud. When he was with Jimin, he tended to just not think about it. "Damn, I walk through the door and this is the greeting? You're a big boy. You can handle yourself. Besides, you had Dumb and Dumber."

Jimin huffed, signing Yoongi's name with a 'idiot' attached to the end. Yoongi snickered and winked, signing back Jimin's name, and then added the sign that  was "Lemonade Fairy".

In sign language, names are a sign that you make for yourself- when you first meet someone you spell out your name, then sign what your name is. It gives it something more personal while also being shorter so you don't just spell out others names all the time.

Yoongi's sign name was created by Jimin, which was a mix of piano sign and a "Y" for Yoongi, while Jimin's was literally "dancing" and "fairy" shortened to combine together. It worked for them, since they mostly signed together. 

It was just easier. Yoongi didn't have to stress as hard about hearing him, and he didn't feel forced to concentrate on how he sounded and the words he used. And sometimes, since he wasn't born and raised deaf, lip reading is a challenge and exhausting.

Jimin rolled his eyes, then looked over and saw Jeongguk watching them with a soft, somewhat bashful smile as he looked away at being caught staring. Jimin grinned, hands continuing to move but this time he spoke too. 

"Hey, Jeongguk! Oh, hyung, what should Jeongguk-ah's sign name be?" Jimin said, eyes widening as he looked back to Yoongi as his hands moved a bit more rabidly with his excitement. 

Yoongi glanced over at Jeongguk before he smirked and crossed his hands, wiggled his index and middles on both hands- the symbol for bunny, then added the symbol for "J" to add at the end to make it more personal to Jeongguk.

Jimin broke into laughter, clutching his stomach as Jeongguk frowned, looking between the two with a weary, slightly amused look while Minjun was standing by his father's side, looking with rapt attention.

"Perfect," Jimin signed with a grin before returning his attention to Jeongguk. "Anyways, good to see you again! Welcome to our humble abode. Make yourself comfy, yeah?"

"Thanks, Jimin," Jeongguk said, flashing a little smile. Jimin narrowed his eyes, squinting a bit before he sniffed and turned to the child that was no clutching tightly to Yoongi's hand, examining it with curiosity.

"Hi! You must be... hmmm... someone as cute and brave as you... must be... Minjun?" he guessed, tapping his finger to his chin as the brown eyes flickered over to him. Jimin nearly fell over from where he was crouched down because the kid looked just like Jeongguk, brown eyes and all. 

He had seen pictures of him- the ones that Yoongi had let him see, but this was the first time truly seeing him and seeing him with Jeongguk. If he was being honest, it was slightly surreal. Seeing the kid that was, in his head, Yoongi's.

The hours that the older man would spend signing until his hands would fall into his lap talking about this small toddler that had become as much of him as Jeongguk was. Seeing him in person, with the man who actually made him, who was also his boss and somehow... friends? Almost?

Jimin didn't think about it much.

It just felt good. But seeing the way he smiled so lovingly down towards the child, the way his hand was light against him while the child pressed himself further against him as he offered a bright smile was enough to know the stories were true.

I love this kid already....

"Yeah! I'm Minjun," he said, then his head cocked to the side as he stared at Jimin's features, nose scrunched and eyes crinkled cutely as he examined him. "You friend of my Papa?"

Jimin giggled, grinning. "Friend of your papa and TaeTae and Hobi hyung and Joon hyung and Jin hyung. And your dad too."

Minjun's eyes sparkled, eyes widening as he looked back at Yoongi, who nodded his head sweetly, and then back at Jeongguk who rolled his eyes but was smiling just as brightly back so that he really did look like a bunny that his new sign name foretold.

"Wow! You know my family!" Minjun breathed, looking enamored by the idea. Jimin giggled, feeling amused as Minjun stepped closer, looking between his papa's hands and then Jimin's before he frowned. "What that?"

Jimin frowned, holding up his hands. Minjun waved his own, looking as if he was trying to mimic sign language. Suddenly it clicked and he chuckled, looking up to check Yoongi's bewildered and flustered gaze as he got it too.

"Oh, it's sign language. I was talking to your papa with my hands."

"Can I do it too?" Minjun asked, looking wide eyed and hopeful. Stunned, Jimin glanced up to see Jeongguk smile warmly towards his son while Yoongi looked confused and slightly impatient so Jimin quickly signed to him the situation.

"I mean... if your papa wants, I can help teach you some."

"Can you teach me too, Jimin hyung?" Jeongguk asked, suddenly appearing. Jimin looked up, grinned, before he nodded his head.

"Only cause you finally called me "hyung"!" Jimin replied brightly, straightening as he ruffled Minjun's hair. Yoongi huffed a bit, took Minjun's hand and led him further into the apartment. Jimin snickered. 

Jeongguk watched them go, eyes fond and careful as Yoongi chuckled as he showed the curious child his room, which was as empty as it was before Jeongguk and Minjun had come into his life. 

He tried to not linger on that. 

Jimin smiled, waving him further inside. "Seriously, come on in. Stop hovering." Turning on his heel, the smaller man practically danced into their barren, simplistic living room where Yoongi was already sitting on the couch with Minjun curled against his side. 

For a moment, Jimin felt so blindsided by the way the eight year old was already attempting to make the KSL sign for "hello", face scrunched in concentration and Yoongi's hands resting on his waist with the most gentle smile on his face.

The dancer always knew that Yoongi was gentle- had seen so many traces of it in the way he had cared for him all this time- around five years of friendship now- but he felt so caught off guard by the way he handled the eight year old. 

Jeongguk stepped inside, eyes flickering over the mostly barren home but a small smile was on his lips as he sank into the couch near Yoongi and grunted when Minjun fell back into his lap with a fit of giggles.

"Well, hi, there?" Jeongguk said, amusement clear on his face. Jimin settled next to him, watching with a bright grin. "Did you know that Jimin here dances?"

"Chim dances?" Minjun asked, looking excited as Yoongi stood, signing to Jimin that he was packing up some things, before he disappeared in the bedroom. The eight year old was now looking excited as he stared at him with round eyes.

"Yes! Do you like to dance, Min?" Jimin questioned, heart fluttering sweetly at the way he had said his name. He nodded his head. "We should dance together one day."

"Yeah! We should! And dance with Sunny too!" 

"Sounds like a plan," Jimin hummed, pleased. Minjun, now deeming Jimin safe, crawled over his father and giggled, looking over his form and eyes landing on his blond hair with a squeak of interest. His tiny hands poked at his thighs, then giggled. "What are you doing, silly?"

"You're pretty. You're like a girl."

"Minjun!" Jeongguk scolded, cheeks flushing with slight embarrassment as the eight year old looked back at his father, then looked down as his hands fell back to his sides. "That is not something you say. It wasn't very nice. Remember what I told you? Speak gentle words. Words you like."

"I'm sorry, Chimmy. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Minjun mumbled, reaching over and touching Jimin's hand carefully. Surprised, but warmed, he looked over at Jeongguk who flashed him a apologetic smile that the other waved off.

"A girl, huh? I'm not girl!" Jimin teased, but then leaned down so that he was close to Minjun's ear. "But do you know what Papa calls me? What I really am?"

"What?" Minjun whispered back, body buzzing with excitement to find out what the other could possibly be and what his papa knows about it. Jimin grinned, cupping his hand around his ear.

"I'm actually a Fairy."

"Wow!" Minjun squealed as Jimin sat back. "Really! You're like Peter Pan's best friend!" 

"They also say if you catch a Fairy... you get a wish," Jimin pressed, a grin stretching over his features as he stood slowly, winked. "Better catch me!" 

The eight year old squealed, leaping off the couch while Jimin darts away, laughing as he does. HE could hear the child behind him as they ran around the table, leaps over the couch, and all the while Jeongguk was laughing so hard he nearly fell off the couch. 

"Daddy! Get the Fairy!" Minjun shouted as Jimin leaps over the couch again. Catching Jimin's eyes for a split moment, an evil grin flashed over his face. Jimin screeched as he was suddenly grabbed by the waist and pulled back on the couch.

"Wait! That's cheating! You cheater!" Jimin cried, wiggling wildly as Yoongi appeared in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight of a trapped Jimin in his boyfriend's arms, Minjun climbing back on the couch and tickling his sides that caused the dancer to screech and thrash to escape. "Yoongi hyung! Help!"

"Hey, Min, he's ticklish on his armpits!" he called helpfully. Jimin gasped as he glared at Yoongi who only smiled sweetly.

"You were supposed to help!" the dancer called. Yoongi's smile broadened as he reached over and tapped his ear twice with a wink.

"Sorry, can't hear you!" he teased. Jeongguk broke back into wild laughter that loosened his grip on Jimin for a moment but Minjun was already tickling his armpits with squeals of excitement and happiness. 

Finally, Jimin gave in. "Alright, alright! You've caught the Fairy!" he whined. Minjun cheered and let go while Jeongguk gave him a bright bunny smile to match his son's. Jimin suddenly had the urge to smack him- the kid was cute but damn why does he have to share the same smile?

What little shits!

"My wish is ice cream trip and park!"

"Uh, Min, it's not even lunch yet," Jeongguk spoke up, the traces of laughter still etched into his face, however, more serious than it was a few moments ago. Jimin turned, whining.

"But it's his wish!" he crooned, jutting out his lower lip and pouting. Minjun seemed to catch what he was doing and mimicked the expression- Jimin almost faltered and prayed he never turned that look to him.

Minjun was the cutest kid he had ever met. 

Jeongguk faltered, eyes flickering between the two of them before sighing and looking towards Yoongi who was sitting on the edge of the couch looking amused. "Well, should we all go get ice cream and the park?"

"Might as well. Come on, Baby Bun- shoes." 

"YES!" Jimin and Minjun shouted before leaping to their feet and dashing for the door. Jeongguk groaned, mumbling  a "another Tae" has appeared when Yoongi bent down, kissed him sweetly that caused him to melt. 

"I love you," Yoongi murmured.

"I love you too."

*******

"TaeTae!" Minjun screamed, ramming his body into the older boy. Taehyung grinned, bending down and sweeping the child into his arms as he squealed and laughed as he twirled him around. "I missed you!"

"And, I, you, my great prince!" Taehyung replied, pulling him closer and kissing his cheek. Hoseok pouted from beside his boyfriend, catching Minjun's gaze.

"Where is my love? Sunny wants love too!"

"Sunny!" Minjun said, giggling as he transferred arms and straight into Hoseok's who rocked them a moment with a look of sheer warmth and love on his face as he pressed their foreheads together in a sign of affection. "I missed you too!"

"Where is your daddies, Mini?" Taehyung asked, glancing around when he realized that he couldn't find either of the two males when they walked into the apartment. Minjun pulled away from Hoseok to point towards the kitchen.

"Papa is helping daddy in the kitchen," he explained as he was lowered back to the ground. Taehyung hummed, ruffling his hair as he mumbled "be right back" before he slipped towards the kitchen.

Hoseok smiled as he followed Minjun into the living room where his blanket was spread out, his stuffed animals in place, along with snacks all along the coffee table- probably Minjun's begging and Yoongi being a softie that allowed that to happen.

"Tonight we are watching Papa's choice of movie," the eight year old said, grinning as he plopped on the blanket. Hoseok hummed, settling on the couch and reaching for some of the popcorn when a hand smacked him. "No! No eat. Daddy gonna be mad at you."

"But... but... Min, I am older! I can-"

"Daddy! Sunny tried to eat the popcorn!" Minjun shouted, an evil grin on his cute little face. Gasping, Hoseok mocked hurt as he heard steps round the corner and Jeongguk appeared with an amused gleam and wicked brown eyes.

Hoseok was getting the feeling he was totally set up.

"Thank you for guarding the food, baby! Do you wanna tell Hobi hyung what happens if they eat snacks before dinner?" Jeongguk said, setting down another plate of snacks on the coffee table. Minjun nodded sweetly.

"If you eat snacks before dinner  you have stand through the entire movie or do wall sits," Minjun said proudly. Taehyung snorted from where he emerged, plopping onto the couch right next to his boyfriend as he eyed Jeongguk with a smack to his lips.

"Why am I not even surprised? Muscle Pig." 

"Smurf," Jeongguk countered without even missing a beat. Taehyung groaned, narrowing his eyes a bit but huffed as he turned away. Minjun giggled, climbing onto the couch and instantly playing with the bright blue hair.

Winking, Jeongguk called for Minjun to guard the snacks which he agreed before Jeongguk disappeared again. Hoseok hummed, watching lovingly as the two played with each other's hair, Minjun practically sitting on the back of the couch by now. 

It wasn't long before the door was opened and a loud "The Queen is here" could be heard throughout the apartment. Minjun screeched in happiness, slipping off the couch and running towards the front where Jin caught him in a whirlwind.

Namjoon chuckled as he kissed his forehead. "Hey there, bud."

"Joonie!" Minjun greeted and hugged him too. "Come on, TaeTae and Sunny are here too. Daddy and Papa are in the kitchen being gross."

"Hey! Don't give away my secrets!" Jeongguk shouted, appearing at the edge of the kitchen with mussed hair, slightly swollen lips, and flushed cheeks that gave away that the child wasn't actually in the wrong. 

"He didn't have to," Seokjin snickered, amusement clear on his face. "Better not be all over the food."

"First of all, child. Right there."

"Daddy and Papa sitting in a tree, K-I-"

"Minjun!" Jeongguk shouted, covering his face with his hand. Minjun cackled when Taehyung whined about missing his little baby rabbit. Grinning, he scampered back off with Namjoon following at a much slower rate. 

Seokjin smirked, tapping his ass as he rolled up the sleeves of his pink sweater. "Go on and join the others- you and your little booty call."

"You know, I wish I was deaf enough to not have heard that," Yoongi grunted, finally making an appearance with a slight frown tugging at his lips but his crinkled eyes said that he was fine. Seokjin smiled and pulled him in for a hug. "Hi, Pinkie."

"I'm dark haired now."

"Pinkie. It's stuck now," Yoongi replied as he pulled away and smiled. Seokjin rolled his eyes before shoving them both towards the living room.

"Go on. I got the food, okay?" he said, ruffling Jeongguk's hair in affection. Yoongi nodded and moved to greet the others but Jeongguk lingered a moment, staring towards his older brother as he picked up where Jeongguk left off.

Seokjin seemed to sense his stare, glancing back Jeongguk who had this odd look on his face. It was one he hadn't seen in a while- probably since Minjun was around four and Jeongguk was still struggling with losing Yoongi and seemingly losing himself in the process.

He fell back to that helpless sixteen year old kid that Seokjin had found and taken in, un-trusting and helpless, with a four year old that wasn't the easiest kid in the world to handle. Seokjin practically lived over here at the time- feeding them both, there for the breakdowns.

It almost felt like the old times before Yoongi had come into the picture, and it was odd to see the face of that kid again on the twenty five year old man that he had become. Jin always knew that kid was still there- always would be since he grew up a little too fast, a little too unfairly.

"Hyung..." Jeongguk suddenly murmured, eyes widening and glistening a bit. Seokjin lowered the spoon and walked over, dropping their usually teasing nature and instead pulling the boy into his arms.

He squeezed back just as tight.

"Thank you. For believing in me. For being there for me. All these years. I don't think I've ever... really said thank you for that but fuck, hyung, I am so grateful. You saved me. And... you gave me the hope that I would find myself," Jeongguk sniffled. Seokjin gasped, realizing that Jeongguk was crying. 

He hugged him just a bit tighter.

"I've done you wrong too, Guk," he mumbled softly back, stroking his hair and closing his eyes. "But I will always be here for you. You're the little brother that I have always wanted when I decided to start my own life away from my family."

"Hyung," Jeongguk whimpered, pulling him a bit tighter as if embarrassed that he was crying. Seokjin smiled sweetly, letting him just cuddle against him another moment. "Thank you for also reminding that Yoongi hyung... that we might have a chance again. And... letting me love myself."

"Anytime, Gukkie."

Jeongguk broke away, laughing  a bit breathlessly as he wiped his face and sniffed once more. Seokijn grinned, poking his cheek as he swatted at him. "I didn't mean to get emotional, I just... almost everyone is here, ya know? It just feels... it feels so good."

"I know. Jiminie-ah should be here-"

"I'm here!" Jimin shouted as he appeared in the front door with his lemonade colored hair, bright smiles, and sweater clothing as he beamed into the kitchen to the two men with startled expressions. "Oh, hey Gukkie. Jinie hyung!"

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," Jeongguk muttered, rolling his eyes. Jimin glared but there was no real heat as he hugged them both just as Minjun was now attached to his leg. 

"Chimmy!" he greeted, bouncing excitedly. Seokjin smiled as he watched Jimin interact with Minjun, who was waving his hands excitedly as he told about after they parted from the park. Jeongguk smiled, flashing one last look to Seokjin who saw the glow in his eyes, a spark of life that he hadn't seen since, well, ever.

Minjun grabbed Jimin's hand and led him out of the kitchen, the small blond dancer flashing a look towards Jin before he disappeared. Jeongguk bowed his head before he followed after them with a smile. 

"Jiminie!" Taehyung shouted as he leaped up from the couch as they collided in a messy hug- Taehyung even picking up the much smaller dancer and twirling him around a moment. Minjun giggled.

"Hey! You made it!" Hoseok greeted when he was set down, and now being hugged by the sunshine of the group. Jimin laughed, nodding his head with excitement. 

"You bet! I wouldn't miss and oh! Is that snacks?" he said, already reaching to grab some sweets when Minjun grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Hoseok snickered as the child explained the punishment that caused him to pout. "Aw... but snacks..."

"Nope. Dinner first, Chimmy!"

Yoongi grinned, lifting his hands and signing to Jimin who huffed and blew out his cheeks, easily catching the conversation just as Jeongguk paused in front of Yoongi's chair. The older man leaned back, staring into the soft features of his boyfriend. 

The others fell quiet, watching with amused and sweet eyes as Jeongguk rubbed his nose over Yoongi's and then pressed his lips against his. Yoongi grinned, hands grabbing at Jeongguk's hips to keep him steady as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

"EWWWWWWW!" Minjun cried, Taehyung breaking out into laughter at the reaction as Jeongguk pulled away to look at his son with raised brows. Minjun met his gaze, a bright smile on his face as he sat in Namjoon's lap.

"What? Can't I kiss Papa?" Jeongguk whined to his son. Yoongi rolled his eyes, dropping his hands from the other's waist as Minjun shook his head and touched his cheeks.

"I want kissy too."

Jeongguk straightened, Yoongi easily following as they both kissed his cheek, one on each side that caused the child to squeal in happiness. They all broke into laughter as they pulled away. Hoseok leaned over and kissed Taehyung, and then Namjoon groaned and leaned his head back.

Jimin sighed before he sat on Namjoon's lap. "I know you're Jinie hyung's husband, but he's tied up, and I'm a single pringle, so I'm gonna sit here so we are less single."

"Works for me," Namjoon said and wrapped his arms around his waist that caused the group to laugh as Jimin leaned into the hug easily. They all fell into chatter easily, Minjun lap hopping from one to the other or playing with his toys. 

Jimin would sign everything for Yoongi, letting the other remain a part of the conversation without him feeling neglected and Namjoon already picked up a few signs and would try them out which made Yoongi chuckle warmly. 

By time dinner rolled around, everyone was still talking and messing around. Minjun was sitting in Yoongi's lap since the table was too small so they shared a plate as the conversations persisted. 

It was amazing really, how even five years later, it was like that time meant nothing anymore. Then again, time was something that was a human made invention, but it didn't always correlate with human emotion. 

Sometime after dinner, Minjun had fallen asleep with his body stretched out over Yoongi, Jeongguk, and Seokjin. Yoongi's hand was in his hair, while Seokjin was rubbing his legs softly as the boy was knocked out.

The conversation fell quiet. 

"Did he fall asleep?" Namjoon wondered, smiling sweetly towards the child. Jeongguk hummed his acknowledgment. His fingers trailed over his shape a a moment, exhaling slowly. "He had a big day. Must be worn out."

"He's gotten so big," Taehyung murmured from where he was lying across of Hoseok, eyes locked on the sleeping child. "Sometimes I look at him and I just... I wanted to cry because where did that little toddler go who cried when we even mentioned the word bath time?"

Jeongguk snorted. "Grew out of that, thankfully," he muttered, but was smiling a bit. He missed that sometimes. Not the hardness of it, but how little his baby was. How tiny and just carefree. 

Jimin stood from where he was sitting Indian style on the floor and gathered up the child in his arms. He whined before he settled again. Jeongguk thanked him as he took him off to bed and returned a few minutes later with glasses and a few bottles of Soju.

"Oh I knew I kept you around for a reason," Yoongi commented, happily helping him pass them out and pouring a few shots. Everyone happily accepted before they settled again. Jeongguk downed his first shot. 

"Ugh, hyung, why do you drink this stuff for fun?" the youngest whined, pushing away the glass with the scrunch to his nose. Seokjin, Jimin, and Yoongi snorted in unison, downing their shots without even blinking. Hoseok drank his slowly while Namjoon hadn't touched his quite yet. 

"Ah, such youth. Such innocence," Jimin teased, ruffling his hair sweetly. Jeongguk rolled his eyes and smacked his hand away that caused the others to laugh lightly but not say anything for a moment. 

"So, what have I been missing?" Yoongi asked, taking another shot as he looked between the group. Hoseok laughed, shaking his head as Taehyung settled back across his lap with a smile.

"Gay chaos really."

"So, the usual then? What, have another crisis on the fact you like the D?" Yoongi teased, arching a brow as he placed his empty glass back on the table. Taehyung shook his head, shrugged as he brushed his fingers through his blue hair. 

"Nah- but Jiminie-ah, I never asked, but for which side do you swing? Jin hyung level gay or Jeongguk subtle gay?"Taehyung  asked sweetly, grinning brightly. Seokjin sighed, swinging back another shot as he wondered why he was the top gay. 

"He could be straight, Tae-ah, not everyone is a bendy ruler," Hoseok said, patting the swell of Taehyung's ass in affection. Namjoon groaned, head tilting back as he sighed at the way the conversation had turned. 

Jimin suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable. Yoongi was frowning a bit, eyeing his best friend carefully and suddenly, Taehyung got the hint. He quieted and took another shot instantly. Jimin gave an awkward laugh.

"Cereal or milk first?" he offered weakly. 

"Ah shit," Namjoon hissed as chaos broke out over the group.

"Milk first, you uncultured swine!" Jeongguk snapped, glaring towards Seokjin who slammed his glass down and sat up. Jimin startled, eyes widening as Namjoon scooted back and crossed his arms.

"Get comfortable. This is gonna be while," he muttered, rolling his eyes. Jimin stared at him in shock and terror. 

"If you put the cereal first you won't get extra milk that lingers like a bad orgasm though!" Seokjin rebuked that had Hoseok choking on his soju and coughing to try and clear it. Taehyung was laughing so hard his face had turned purple.

"If you put the milk first you can even out the rations of the cereal and give it a better flavor instead of drowned milk bites, old man!" Jeongguk argued, pursing his lips. Yoongi buried his face in his hands and removed his hearing aid. 

Jimin snorted in amusement at the action. 

"I bet you eat the whole Kit-Kat too, instead of breaking it off like a normal person," Seokjin countered, eyeing the younger man as if he had spit in his coffee. Jeongguk gasped, looking horrified. 

"I think Taehyung is dying," Namjoon commented offhandedly, noticing the way the boy was grasping for breathe while Hoseok stared off into the distance, looking as if he was questioning all of his life choices and who he even was as a person. 

"And I know you face your toilet paper BACKWARDS!" Jeongguk snapped back. Seokjin instantly stood, his rant going off so much that his voice cracked and his face turned red at the accusation. 

Jimin, amused and slightly horrified by the route this had taken, flung himself over Namjoon's lap as he cackled at the sheer stupidity of the conversation. Yoongi just watched it all unfold, hearing aid out and a smirk to his lips as he drank his alcohol.

"Oh my god, Jin, Jeongguk, knock it off. You're both gorgeous, you're both gay as fuck- let's stop the pissing contest and behave like two grown-ups, shall we, ladies?" Namjoon finally interjected, eyes flickering to both males with a annoyed twitch to his lips. 

They both pointed to one another. "He started it!" 

"Blocked. Reported," Yoongi groaned. Jeongguk chuckled as he walked over, some of the alcohol that he had tickling the edges of his mind as he straddled the older man, which startled him at first but soon he relaxed and grabbed his hips.

His face was flushed, obviously a little tipsy himself as he stared back into Jeongguk's eyes as the younger man placed his hands on his shoulders and squeezed his thighs to watch the way his breathe caught in his throat.

"Bun," Yoongi said, voice thick with lust and warning. His hands tightened on his hips. "Don't. People are here."

"Yeah, for real. Get a room," Jimin interjected, taking another swing of a full bottle of alcohol. Then started giggling that warned he was beginning to feel it too. Yoongi frowned, concern on his features but said nothing.

"I know. Just 'ove you is all."

"Baby, you're speaking in Busan," Yoongi said, smiling a bit as Jeongguk nuzzled his neck. Yoongi wondered how much he drank when he was arguing with Jin but decided it didn't matter as he held him there. "I love you too, Bun."

"Euphoria," Jeongguk suddenly murmured. "My beginning. My euphoria. Yeah." 

Yoongi wasn't quite sure what he meant by the words, but something else was tickling at his mind as he glanced around the room- watching the way Taehyung and Hoseok were tangled together, warmed by each other, and Namjoon and Seokjin cuddling on the couch while Jimin was nestled nearby, not looking bother by the couples as he grinned watching them.

Then the man that was on his lap, kissing his neck, hot breathe sweet against him, and the cold that had been his life for five years suddenly was ebbing away. The winter was turned into blooming spring, bringing new life.

And it hit him. There, in the room surrounded by his friends, his family, all pulled together into one room with his son curled up in his room, fast asleep, he had an epiphany about his life. About everything around him.

He sighed happily, closing his eyes as he buried his hands in messy, raven hair and grinned so hard that he felt his cheeks ache.

"You're the Best of Me."

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