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The sound of the plate smashing to the ground made Seokjin's eyebrows twitch in annoyance and disbelief.

"D- did you just…?" He was too tongue-tied to finish a whole sentence, well he didn't need to as his husband already knew what he wanted to say. He feels like he shouldn't be surprised because he's predicted this.

"Honey, baby, hubby, love of my life, Hyung, Jinnie, sweetie, I'm sorry. I should've followed what you said." Namjoon said with panic and a little fear evident in his eyes.

Seokjin could feel his anger rising by the second, he was hoping to come home for a meal and then sleep after a hard day at the restaurant. But of course, he came home to a hungry Namjoon, and when he decided to step in the kitchen to make food for both of them, Namjoon needed to interfere causing him to break a plate as you can tell.

"Baby, calm down, please? I know you had a hard day at work plus the mess I made, I'm sorry but please calm down, okay?" Namjoon said with a pout as he lowered himself to clean the broken pieces of the plate.

Seeing that pout made him sigh, immediately erasing most of his anger, not all, but most of it. He looked at the mess near his feet where Namjoon already has a plastic bag in his hand, seemingly trying to figure out how'll he clean the mess.

Another sigh left his lips as he pulled his pants up before squatting down. He places a hand on top of Namjoon's to stop his movements.

"I'll do it. I'm only letting you hurt yourself if I let you do it." He takes the plastic bag from Namjoon who has a guilty smile on his face. "Why don't you order us something rather than just watching me? I'm fine with anything."

"Mmm okay. I'll look up what's good. Again I'm sorry." Namjoon smiled and placed a soft kiss on his husband's lips before he exited the kitchen.

Namjoon is always clumsy, sometimes it's a pain in the ass but sometimes it's also one of the things why Seokjin loves him. Usually, he wouldn't get mad if something like this happened. But today, he was exhausted and his mood was trash today. He woke up on the wrong side of bed and a customer at the restaurant had to make it worse, not to mention how one of his workers completely ruined a big pot of mushroom soup. Thankfully because he was the owner of that restaurant, he didn't need to hear anyone scolding him.

He finishes cleaning the floor and walks into the living room seeing Namjoon very immersed in his laptop. The younger one called earlier when Seokjin was still at the restaurant to tell that has just finished his new song for a popular singer. He was happy that his husband had a great day, thinking of it just made him relax now that he doesn't have to worry about Namjoon overworking himself.

"Have you ordered yet?" Seokjin surprises him by wrapping his arms around the younger's neck and resting his face on his husband's shoulder.

"Ah uh- Yeah I did. I ordered Korean food, is that okay? You told me a few days ago that you wanted Korean food, but you never had the time. You've been pretty busy lately." Namjoon turned his head to kiss him on the cheek, his tone was full of worry but Seokjin was touched that Namjoon remembered what he wanted a few days ago.

"You remembered." He plops himself down on the sofa, smiling.

"Of course I do. I always remember things that made you happy. And food makes you happy, especially the things that you're craving." He pulled the elder gently by his neck to lay him down his lap, laptop long forgotten on the coffee table. Seokjin made himself comfortable in the new position.

The younger ran a hand through the elder's head, purple locks falling back gracefully on his face. It was at times like this when both of them wondered just how lucky and surreal it is for them to have each other. Namjoon wonders how could he ever deserve a husband this handsome, and Seokjin wonders how could he fall for someone so clumsy and dorky.

"Should I dye my hair again?" Seokjin suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, "My roots are starting to show."

"Mmn I don't know. Your choice I guess. As for the roots… it doesn't matter because your hair color isn't even anyway." He joked, earning a fist to his chest. It doesn't hurt, but he pretends it does, causing Seokjin to blush, gosh he really loves him.

"Shut up," He said with a sharp but shy tone as he turned his head to the TV which was displaying news about a hybrid who was bullied till he died. He sighs, "Another one eh? It's the third or fourth one this month."

"The third." Namjoon hums.

The cause of death was blood loss. There were many bruises and cuts found on the three-year-old deer hybrid.

"He's still young… and the suspects are adults… This world is messed up." Seokjin felt his heart breaking as he continued to hear the news and more about the child's death.

"Well, that's the world for you. They're probably the ones who still believe hybrids don't have or deserve rights. Even after four years."

"Four years is not a long time for such a big change." Namjoon hums. It was also surprising for both of them when they first heard the news. As if they couldn't believe it, they thought it was some kind of prank.

But they felt happy for the hybrids nonetheless. It was something that both of them hoped for a long time. You were still considered unlucky if you're born a hybrid, but the world is changing for the good.

"I just pity them I guess. We've never seen something that worse with our own eyes, just from the news, and I'm sure that many of them have it worse." Seokjin said with a pout making the younger coo. But at the same time, his heart also clenched to what he said, he was right.

Seokjin's parents had one but they were good people, they treated the hybrid just like their own son and Seokjin treats him like a brother. He sometimes also got jealous because his parents would dote on the hybrid more than him.

The room was quiet for a while, both of them immersed in the news being displayed on the TV. That is until Seokjin's stomach's rumbling interrupted. The elder man blushed a little but otherwise tried to keep an annoyed face.

"When's that goddamn food going to arrive?!" He shouted in annoyance and probably to hide how embarrassed he is. Namjoon can only laugh with fondness at how his husband's red face and ears blew all of the covers.

"It's not like you to swear hyung, are you that hungry?" Namjoon laughs as the other nods, "It's funny how you have a restaurant but you're hungry." He joked earning a smack on his chest, "It'll probably be here in a few minutes, babe. Be patient. It's not my fault for not being able to cook." He runs a hand through the elder's hair, clearly amazed by his visuals.

"Surely it's your fault. If you can go into the kitchen and turn on the stove without burning something, then I'll do anything you tell me to for a week." He tries to hide a smile.

"Wow, seriously a week?!" Namjoon raised his voice in a surprised tone followed by a surprised expression to play along.

"Mmn maybe a week is too much," He puts a finger on his chin and thinks, "Okay a day. I'll do anything for a day." Both of them burst into laughter.

Their laughter died down into a fond smile, none of them could get enough with each other. Seokjin wraps both of his arms around the other's waist and buries his face in the other's stomach. He placed a chaste kiss on it, bathing in the comforting smell of Namjoon and the laundry detergent.

"I love you." He declares, voice muffled by the sweater. Namjoon lets out a giggle, Seokjin could imagine his dimples even without seeing them.

"I love you too baby." The younger leans down to kiss the other's red-ish ear which sends goosebumps down his neck.

"Oh by the way," Namjoon said as he straightened up causing the elder to turn his face up a little so he could see Namjoon's face, "We're out of groceries. Tomorrow's the weekend, wanna go shopping?"

"Why shopping though?" Seokjin giggles, "I know that you don't just mean the supermarket. Is it because of the song?" Namjoon shyly nods which took out another giggle from Seokjin, "Sure, we haven't been able to spend some time together lately."

"Great!" Namjoon cheers just in time for the door to ring. He could visibly see his husband's face lit up to the thought of the delivery guy at the door, and he has to admit that he's a little jealous.

After around five minutes of antsy waiting for Namjoon to get the eating utensils and plates, he cheers happily when the food is ready for him to eat. He took a big first bite and moans from the taste. Not that it's amazingly good, it's just that he's hungry.

"Hyung," Namjoon calls, forcing the elder's attention away from his food, "It's almost the end of the year. Wanna go somewhere?" Seokjin shrugs and hummed something that sounded like "What do you have in mind?"

The younger fell silent as he put down his chopsticks to think. He seems to be deep in thought. Seokjin knows that he already has something in mind, but he's just too scared to say it out.

"Just tell me." He said after he swallowed his food. The younger man seemed hesitant, but he sighed.

"Wanna go to America? Maybe to New York to watch the ball drop?" There's something behind the younger's words that Seokjin might know what he meant. But he ignores it and shrugs muttering a "Sure" as he takes another bite.

Namjoon looked a little disappointed at that answer. So this was supposed to be a long talk? But he was too tired and drained for one, so he just left Namjoon with that disappointed face. Normally he would care and talk it out with him, but today isn't normal, hence why they're eating take out now.

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The morning felt sort of lively for Seokjin, different from the rest of the mornings this week. He could finally get all of the beauty sleep he needs and sleep in. He woke up at around ten with Namjoon still snoring and sleeping soundly beside him. So he decided to make breakfast with the things that he could find, that is eggs.

"The last two eggs…" He muttered with a pout as he took them out of the fridge. He really needs to go grocery shopping, this will do for now. It's almost lunchtime anyway so it doesn't really matter.

The sound of the pans clanging and the food sizzling must have woken up Namjoon because Seokjin suddenly felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist tightly as if his life depended on it.

"Good… is it still morning?" He asked making Namjoon let out a hoarse laugh against his husband's shoulder.

"Mmn is ten-thirty still morning to you?" He places a kiss on the junction of Seokjin's neck making him shiver.

"Mmn not really. Maybe it is for you." They burst into a fit of laughter while Seokjin plated the sunny-side-up eggs and escorted both of them to the kitchen counter.

"Should we make a list of what we should buy?" The elder said with a mouthful.

"We don't have to. We could just see what we could buy later. You know that money isn't a problem." He quirks both of his eyebrows up.

"Okay then mister rich guy, let's get ready after we finish this." He plays along making a slight tint of red cover the other's cheeks. 

Both of them got dressed up after taking a shower together (maybe more things happened than just showering ;)) and checked around the apartment for anything that they might need to buy. After a little while of lapping around, they decided that it's enough and headed to the car.

They arrived at the mall at around noon, the perfect time for lunch so Namjoon lets himself get dragged around by Seokjin who's going to choose where they will eat. They weren't in a rush to do anything so they just took their time enjoying each other's company, it's a date Namjoon guesses. Well, technically it is. A date that both of them deserve after so long of being immersed in their own work.

They settle down at a food court table after getting the food that they wanted. The place was surprisingly empty, not like how it usually is. There isn't a reason that Seokjin could think of why it's empty.

They talked about various things as they ate. Seokjin discovered that Namjoon's song that he just finished got a lot of compliments from other producers and his higher-ups, he could tell that he's proud of himself so that's good. 

Namjoon is a quite famous producer you could say, very famous actually. He goes by the alias RM, his real name not once mentioned side by side by it so the media doesn't know. Thanks to that, now they could live a comfortable and private life without needing to worry about paparazzi tailing and surrounding them.

"Excuse me." Seokjin was cut halfway through his sentence by a small voice from behind him followed by a tug on his shirt. The voice caught the couple's attention so both of them stopped from what they were doing. He hummed in question as he looked to the source of the voice, a little girl.

"Can I have that?" The little girl pointed at something on the table so Seokjin's eyes followed to where she was pointing, a chocolate bar. His heart paced because he doesn't know what to do. He looks at Namjoon who avoids his gaze, meaning that he doesn't want to interfere with any of this. 

Damn you Namjoon! You should be glad that I love you! He said with his stare, and magically, Namjoon seems to get it because his eyes shout back "Not my problem!" With a look of being accused.

Seokjin sighed, "Ah well-"

"Hyejin-ah!" A woman's voice cuts him off followed by the sound of heels clapping on the floor, "Hyejin-ah I told you not to walk away like that! Don't talk to strangers! You need to be thankful that this man is nice!" She scolds the little girl after offering an apologetic smile to Seokjin who returns it with a reassuring one.

"Now say sorry, Hyejin-ah." Her tone was stern causing the little girl to duck her head down.

"Sorry," She mutters loud enough for the three others to hear, "But I want that chocolate Eomma!" She pointed at the said food. The woman sighs, clearly exhausted.

"Alright, alright Eomma will buy you later, okay? Now let's stop disturbing other people. Go to appa, he's over there," The little girl nods and does as her mother said.

The woman turned to the couple and bowed to them, taking the two of them by surprise, "I'm sorry that she bothered you."

"A- ah no, it's okay, she's just a kid. It must be hard." Seokjin waved his hands to empathize that it's okay.

"It is, it's really dangerous of her to do that. Please excuse me." She bows again before leaving.

Seokjin melted into his seat when she was no longer looking his way. That was scary. He could hear chuckles from his husband which he returned with a glare.

"You betrayed me." He pouted.

"I didn't betray you, sweetheart. She came to you, not me." Namjoon said before taking a bite out of his food.

"At least help me!" His pout got bigger and Namjoon coos.

"No can do, you're on your own in these kinds of situations," Seokjin wanted to smack him but the table prevented him from doing such a thing, "Well be glad that she didn't call you Ahjussi." A sly smile displayed on his lips.

"Just because I'm twenty-eight doesn't mean I'm that old!" The elder whines made Namjoon laugh with fondness of how cute the other was.

The table went silent as they continued to eat. The elder was so focused on his food and the event which took place earlier till he didn't notice that Namjoon was silent and not babbling stuff. He lifted his head to find Namjoon with furrowed eyebrows and eyes glaring at his food. Was he deep in thought again?

"Yah," Seokjin called as he playfully kicked the younger's legs under the table, "What is it this time?" A smile was plastered on his face, the cute surprised expression on his husband's face is worth dying for, he thinks.

"Mmn just wondering what would it be like if we had kids." His smile drops at the words, Namjoon looks like he's too busy with his thoughts to look at him.

"Joon you know that-"

"Yeah, yeah I know. It's just… still a little surprising for me that you don't want to move to the States so we could officially get married and adopt kids. But I respect your decision, it's okay." He smiles, but it can't mask the sadness behind it.

"J- Joon, I don't want to because… Well… I just want to stay here, I guess. I do want us to have kids, but-"

"You'd rather choose to stay here," He straightens himself up and cracks his knuckles, "You've told me that when I first mentioned this to you. It's okay, really." Somehow that smile doesn't match what he's saying.

The first time when Namjoon mentioned it was a few months after they got married. He proposed the idea of moving to the States to be officially and legally married, and achieve one of their biggest dreams, well more like Seokjin's dream but Namjoon also wanted it, that is to have kids. But since the first time that he heard it, he refused.

At first, Namjoon looked so heartbroken. He rambled about solutions to every possible thing why Seokjin rejected the idea that he could think of, not even letting Seokjin give his reason. From language barriers to work and money and other stuff. Seokjin managed to get him to calm down then he voiced his reason.

He feared Namjoon might find it stupid and that it could cause their relationship to go downhill. After all, he does think that it's kind of a stupid reason that he doesn't want to go just because he doesn't want to leave his homeland. But much to his surprise, Namjoon understood. He didn't push it any further other than mentioning it once or twice from time to time seeming like he's testing the waters or like he's expecting Seokjin to change his mind.

He still feels bad about it though. As if he's constantly crushing one of Namjoon's dreams (Which he probably is) even after the other told him maybe for a million times that it's okay and they only needed each other. It's not that he doesn't want kids. He does, but the earlier said reason is much more important for him.

Seokjin wants kids. He wants them. Wants to raise them. Since little, he has been dreaming and waiting for the day where he could have some of his own. He just likes kids. But he never thought that he'd turned out like this. He never thought that he would be gay.

So since then, he knew that the idea of having kids needs to be put at the bottom of his list, maybe not even on it.

He places down his chopsticks to hold both of the younger's hands in his.

"I know that this is something selfish for me. But let's just live like it is okay? Our parents, our friends, and our acknowledgments are enough for us to be married , okay?" He stares with hopeful puppy eyes hoping that Namjoon will cheer up. And he could say it works because now Namjoon is a blushing-laughing mess while nodding.

They continued their date by walking around the mall, searching for anything interesting enough to take a closer look. Seokjin saw a crêpe stan earlier, he eyed it with so much interest even though when Namjoon asked if he wanted it, he denied it. But seeing how his husband's eyes shone like that, he couldn't help but run off, leaving Seokjin to enter a store alone to buy the crêpe. Seokjin didn't complain when he gave it though, so he thought this was a win.

They walked hand-in-hand as they talked about random topics that came by while occasionally turning their heads when something caught their eye. Both of them were grateful that the place wasn't crowded, neither of them is a big fan of crowds. It was peaceful, both of them are enjoying their time, that is until…

"Ouch!" Something bumped Seokjin's leg causing him to almost fall face-first to the floor. Namjoon turned around to see what caused it, he wasn't expecting to see fluffy triangles and a boy down on the floor.

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"Ouch!" Seokjin yelped as he tried to steady himself on one leg and prevent himself from falling face-first to the floor. It also took Namjoon by surprise, but he quickly wrapped an arm around the other while looking back to see the culprit behind the almost-falling.

He didn't expect to see small fluffy triangles and a small little boy down on the floor. The boy looked like he experienced quite a painful fall judging by how tears are welled in his eyes and quivering bottom lip.

Namjoon made a quick move to stop the boy from crying.

"H- hey, don't cry, it's okay. It must've been quite painful isn't it?" He said in the softest tone he could make as he rubbed the boy's small shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

It didn't work.

The boy's lips began to quiver more as tears started to fall across his cheek. The boy wailed and sobbed but then closed his mouth to muffle his own voice. He looks like he's trying his best to stop crying but he couldn't.

"There, there, please stop crying," Namjoon said as he himself started to panic. But a soothing hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned his face to meet Seokjin's who handed over his crêpe.

"Let's move to the benches over there, shall we? We shouldn't be blocking other people's way." Seokjin said, his soft silky voice seeming to cut through the little boy because he nodded and let Seokjin guide him to the benches.

"Now don't cry, it's okay. I'm not mad at you. It was an accident." He runs his hand up and down the boy's arm reassuringly which seemed to help. The little boy is no longer sobbing, just some occasional hiccups now and then.

"I- I'm sorry! P- please don't hit me! I should be taught a l- lesson, b- but please don't hurt me..." The boy whisper-shouted, which had Seokjin shocked. He's just three or four-year-old, how could he say that? Or was what he meant different from what Seokjin had in mind?

"I- I- B- Bad kitties needs to be-"

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. No one needs to be taught a lesson or be hurt." Whatever you meant , he added in his head. The kid looked scared and… hurt. Something just feels off, "Are you lost? Where are your parents?"

"I- I don't know…" The boy hiccups. It's cute how he tries to hide his face away.

"Well then, want me to help you look for them? What's your name?" The boy hesitantly and shyly nods and Seokjin's stomach bursts with butterflies. So cute!!

"M- my name's Yoongi…" He muttered shyly, but thankfully Seokjin could hear it.

"Okay Yoongi, let's go then!" He stood up (jumped up) making the little boy scared (and maybe he almost ran away) and extended his hand for the little hybrid to take. The little boy hesitated, looking like he's in a quandary about whether he should trust the two elder men or not. But eventually, he places his tiny hand in Seokjin's bigger one.

The boy's hand felt tiny, much too tiny actually. He looks so small wearing his big red hoodie, the hoodie looks like it's weighing him down. He's so small and skinny it's a little worrying.

"So, what are your parents like, Yoongi?" The eldest of the three asked, but he got no answer so he turned his head down to look at the hybrid. The little boy was staring at the crêpe in Namjoon's hand, Namjoon was looking at his phone so he didn't notice it. The boy kept staring at it like it was something special, he looks like he's really hungry.

"Do you want that?" Seokjin bends down and taps his shoulder to get the boy's attention. The boy is really… Jumpy, unusually jumpy for someone his age, he thinks. The boy shakes his head, but his stomach rumbling says otherwise. The elder could only chuckle at that.

"Here, you could have this part, the one that I haven't eaten. Or do you want a new one?" He signals Namjoon to give the crêpe to him and the younger mindlessly gives it to him, he's so immersed in his phone.

"Don't have to mister…" The little hybrid twisted and turned, black fluffy ears near flat on his head as he avoided eye contact.

"Nah it's okay. Promise that I'm not a bad guy, there's ice cream inside it." Don't I sound like a bad guy?

The little boy twisted and turned for a little moment before reaching out to grab the crêpe Seokjin was holding. The hybrid looked at him for confirmation and Seokjin gave him a nod. 

He guessed that was enough for the hybrid to start gobbling down on the sweet food. He ate it like he hasn't eaten in days. Well, Seokjin was worried that it would be the case, but then he remembered the world isn't what it is supposed to be like. It puts a part of his mind at ease.

His mind went back to the hybrid who's still focused on eating. They could wait for him to finish first then go to the security to report a lost child, but he's not exactly patient in waiting for that.

"Is it okay for me to pick you up? We could find your parents faster that way." He touches the boy's shoulder, and the boy's face went paler than he already is before he yelped what looks like pain. He looked like he's in real pain judging by his facial expressions. Another wave of tears gathered in his eyes.

"A-are you okay?! I- I'm sorry! Does it hurt? Did I hurt you?!" He said in a panic, worried that the little boy will cry again. But thankfully, he didn't, leaving a sigh of relief slip out of Seokjin.

"O- okay, so you don't want me to pick you up?" The little boy nodded his head, "Okay then we can walk. Do you want to finish the food first?" The boy shakes his head, "Okay then. You can finish it as we walk, sounds okay to you?" The boy nods.

They walked to the security office with Seokjin and Yoongi on the front and Namjoon following closely on the back. The little boy finished the crêpe rather quickly and cleanly much to Seokjin's surprise, he thought he would have to deal with a messy kid.

They arrived at the security and Seokjin did all of the necessary things while Namjoon waited with Yoongi on the seats near there. Namjoon quietly examines the boy as the hybrid stares at Seokjin. Namjoon couldn't help but notice how the little hybrid's left arm was a little limp compared to the other. He can't lie, he feels worried about the boy, not to mention how he reacted when Seokjin touched the hybrid's shoulder.

He was growing curious and mindlessly asked, "Does your shoulder hurt?" While lifting a hand to touch it.

But he immediately stopped halfway when the boy tensed up seeing the hand and hearing the question. He mutters a soft sorry while retracting his hand.

"I- I just wanted to know if my husband, Seokjin hurt you." He said while pointing to who he was referring to. The hybrid cocks his head to the side after he sees where Namjoon pointed, clearly confused.

"Husband? You're married? But boys can't be married to boys." The boy said with a tone full of confusion.

"Well…" Namjoon trails off because he doesn't want to admit the truth, "We aren't legally married, not officially married. True, you can't do that here, in Korea. But think of it as like we're dating, but on a higher level." He explains as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Then he realized that he was talking to a three or four-year-old and he wanted to slap himself for that. The boy probably doesn't understand anything that he's-

"Dating? Does that mean you like him? But boys can't like boys. Boys can only like girls!" The boy looks even more confused. Namjoon was also confused that the boy could understand. But a smile grew on his face.

"That's not true," He shakes his head lightly, "Anyone can like anybody, no matter their gender. Not everyone agrees with that, but I do, Jin hyung does, and many other people do too." He waited for a reaction from the boy. After a while of waiting, the boy finally nodded his head as a sign that he understands (Though Namjoon doubts he understands everything).

"What are those?" The hybrid points at Namjoon's face. The man looked confused.

"What are what?" He slightly raised an eyebrow.

"Those." The boy lifted himself a little, making the pad of his index finger touch one of Namjoon's dimples.

"Ahh you mean these?" He pointed at the little dents in his cheeks and the boy nods, "These are dimples. They always appear when I smile." He smiles as a demonstration. The boy looked amazed and followed Namjoon's smile as he touched his cheeks to check if he had them, and oh boy was it a cute sight for Namjoon.

"And it makes him look cute doesn't it?" Seokjin suddenly chirps in taking both of the other's attention and making the hybrid flinch. Yoongi answered the question by nodding slightly, earning a giggle from Seokjin as Namjoon's face went slightly red.

Seokjin's giggles died down as he looked at the boy's face. There were tear stains on it so he reached a hand out to wipe them with the hem of his sweater sleeve. The boy did jump a little from the touch.

"Mister smells good." Yoongi said as he leaned to the touch and moved his nose closer to Seokjin's sleeve. If the boy wasn't a hybrid, Seokjin would probably freak out. But because he grew up with one, he didn't. He guesses that it's a hybrid thing to be attracted or notice smells. Not that they would say it aloud, but Yoongi here is still young so he pretty much says what he's thinking, "Mister's hair is also good, it's purple." The boy said with a little giggle.

"Thank you," He says politely even though he doesn't know why the boy is suddenly complimenting him, "Oh yeah, by the way, your parents should be on their way here now." He can't help but see the flash of sadness and maybe disappointment in the little boy's eye.

"S- so mister will leave me here…?" The boy says quietly as if he's asking for something wrong.

"Well… We'll wait here with you if you want to. We'll leave if you want to. It's up to you. Do you want us to stay?"

A beat of silence went by before the boy nodded with puppy eyes, and how could Seokjin say no to those eyes?

"Okay, then we'll wait here with you." The eldest said with a smile before looking at Namjoon who also has the same smile but he looked more unsure.

"Don't worry." Seokjin mouthed with a smile. He could still see the unsure look on Namjoon's face, but most of it disappeared.

"Your hair is weird. It's like an old person's hair. But it looks good on you," He points at Namjoon's hair, "You don't look old."

"Oh really? Do you know what color this is?" He asked in a soft tone.

"Um… It's… Grey?" He said unsurely with a frown. But the expression soon disappears into a smile when Namjoon cheered as a sign that he's correct.

"Oh yeah, Yoongi," Seokjin called, tearing the boy's attention away from Namjoon, "How did you get lost?" He wanted to ask this earlier but he forgot.

"Uh… Um… I… R- ran away." The little boy said. Seokjin wants to ask further about it, why did he run away or what did he run away from and all. But seeing how the boy doesn't want to talk about it at all made him stop.

A few more minutes pass by before they could all hear footsteps approaching them and a woman calling Yoongi. The boy whips his head around to the sound, even when he is in the middle of a conversation with Namjoon.

"Ah, there's your mom Yoongi!" Seokjin cheered excitedly and gladly with a smile on his face. But when he turned to Yoongi, his smile died down seeing the unhappy, and maybe disappointed face of Yoongi.

"Ah, Yoongi-ah don't run away like that! I was so worried!" The woman hugged the boy who had a slightly grimacing expression. Both Seokjin and Namjoon also cringed when he saw how the woman hugged him, it looks so… awkward.

"Come, your father is waiting for us." And that's when Seokjin felt something was off. Yoongi's face paled and his eyes were filled with fear at the mention of his father. He didn't say anything about it though, "Thank you for taking care of Yoongi. It means a lot. I wouldn't know what I would do if I lost a child." She said, but somehow her tone sounds very flat and lacks emotion as if it has been rehearsed many times.

"Don't mention it. We were only doing what we had to do." The eldest said with a polite smile while waving his hands.

"Now Yoongi, let's go." She said with a smile that looks forced while tugging the boy's hand. Yoongi didn't get off his seat and instead looked at Namjoon with soft eyes as if he didn't want to go.

"Yoongi-ah." She said more sternly and her grip on the boy's wrist became tighter, much a little too tight until the hybrid winched and got off of the seat.

The woman gives the couple one last bow before dragging Yoongi away from them. The little boy kept looking at them with sad eyes until he was out of sight. Both of the men let out a sigh of relief.

"Did you notice?" Jin said first after the sigh.

"Yeah, I don't have a good feeling about… it...? Them...?"

"Yeah, he didn't look that happy to see her, to be honest. Don't know what's up with that. Just… weird… And he looked scared when she mentioned his father." Namjoon nodded in agreement.

Beats of silence went by as both of them thought about the little boy and his mother again. Both Seokjin and Namjoon talked about many things with him (Well probably because the boy was fascinated by Namjoon and Seokjin mentioning they could play the guitar).

"Wow, it's already four-thirty. Let's go to the supermarket and go home. I want cuddles." The elder hugged Namjoon's arm, making the dimpled man laugh.

"Let's watch a movie. Maybe buy ice cream and snacks too? Tomorrow's Sunday." He suggested and the other nods quickly in agreement.

"You're so cute y'know?" He booped the elder's nose.

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The week went by pretty fast, too fast much to Seokjin's liking (and Namjoon's). It's already Monday again, which means they have to go to work. Namjoon has to go to his studio and Seokjin needs to go to the restaurant. He hopes that this week will be better than last week.

The sound of the breakfast Seokjin's cooking fills through the kitchen. There's no rush going to the restaurant now, so he might as well enjoy a nice breakfast with his husband before maybe dealing with some petty customers.

Namjoon on the other hand is still getting ready in the bathroom. That is what Seokjin thinks. He could still be probably in bed snoring too. Either way, he'll come to the kitchen himself when he's finished.

"Morning babe." Namjoon chirps in as soon as he walks into the kitchen, hair still a little damp and messy from the shower, but he still looks handsome to Seokjin nonetheless (Maybe because he's whipped). 

"Morning. I thought you were still sleeping." He said and turned the stove off because the last batch was done.

"Woke up after you finished in the bathroom. What are you making?" He said against his husband's board shoulder, voice muffled by his shirt.

"French toast. I don't know why but I just… crave it?" He sprinkles powdered sugar over the toast and makes a happy noise once he's satisfied with his dish.

He escorted the plate and Namjoon to the living room and placed the plates on the coffee table while they sat next to each other on the floor. Namjoon turned on the TV before eating one of the toasts, moaning as a sign that the taste was good and it made Seokjin's ears a little red. They still have quite a lot of time before they're needed in their own workplaces, so they might as well enjoy the morning to the fullest.

"Want me to pick you up later? I'll be off at four." He said around a piece of toast hanging in his mouth.

"Sure. PD-nim says that I could take it easy for a while. He said I deserve a break after him torturing me." Namjoon laughs and slides a hand around the other's waist to pull them even closer to each other.

"Well, I agree. It was something for you to finish a whole album in less than two months. That Bang Sihyuk guy is really something to give that much work," He rants with a pout before looking up to his husband with a smile, lips glistening a little with butter, "But of course my husband could finish it." He giggles.

The sight in front of Namjoon is just too… alluring for him. How could he have such a beautiful and gorgeous husband? Those shiny plump lips, soft purple locks, and the a little too big shirt that has not one, but two of its top buttons undone revealing the elder's collar bone and one of his shoulders, his white pale smooth shoulder is just a bonus. A big bonus. A really Big bonus with a capital B. Wow he's so whipped, isn't he?

He leans down to steal a kiss, catching the other off guard. Seokjin went tense for a moment before he relaxed into the kiss. God how Namjoon loves the feeling of Seokjin's soft plump lips on his.

Namjoon was the first one to break away from the kiss and bury his face on the crook of the elder's neck, inhaling the light berry scent that his husband always smells like. Namjoon loves the smell, it just fits him so well. It's just so… soft and he definitely agrees that Seokjin is just such a softie, but not that he's complaining. It matches him well.

"You always smell good, I love you." He declares in the crook of his husband's neck after he took a deep breath of his scent. He could feel his husband break into a smile. He could also tell that he's a little flustered by how his neck is starting to flush red. One of the things that he loves about Seokjin is how easily he gets flustered. He just thinks that it's cute. So cute actually.

"I love you too, Joonie." The elder lifted both of his arms to wrap around Namjoon's figure and bring both of them closer. He notices that Namjoon's hair smells the same as his, he must've used it again by accident. Silly Joon.

They continued their morning watching a random reality show as they finished breakfast. When they finished it was already around nine AM so Seokjin got up to wash the plates as Namjoon waited by cleaning the table. Seokjin hates it when things are dirty so it's usually Namjoon's job to clean up little things like this.

"Ready? Got everything you need?" Seokjin asks, already standing at the door with his shoes on, watching Namjoon.

"Yeah. Got everything." The other said as he walked to the door.

"Really? You sure?" Namjoon checks his pockets by running a hand across them before nodding at the question, "Then what's your phone doing there?" The elder pointed at the kitchen island with his hands crossed and a raised eyebrow.

"Ah shoot you're right." He laughed a little and ran back inside while the elder rolled his eyes.

It took Namjoon some time to retrieve his phone because he almost tripped twice, yet he blames it on his slippers. Seokjin could only scoff in amusement when Namjoon is back in front of him to wear his shoes.

"What will you do without me?" He sighed while pinching his nose bridge and shaking his head. Namjoon only laughed with a guilty smile before he linked their arms and opened the door.

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"Boss!" Someone calls Seokjin so he turns around to see, "One of the customers asked me to give this to you." He bows politely when Seokjin turns around.

"Aish didn't I tell you you could just call me hyung?" He still took the piece of folded paper although he's complaining.

"Aren't we keeping it professional?" The worker quirks an eyebrow playfully.

"Well… you're right I guess. Now shoo! Go serve some more customers. We're really busy today!" He shoos the worker away playfully earning a laugh from him in return.

They were indeed a little busy today, but it's good. None of the customers are being rude and everything is going smoothly. You could say that this is one of the best days that Seokjin had this month.

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"Hey, Namjoon-ah!" Namjoon whips his head around at the sound of his name being called, it's his boss.

"What's wrong, PD-nim?" His voice sounds worried making his boss laugh as he closes the door behind him.

"Jeez, did I went too hard on you kid? You're literally tensing up every time I call you," He laughs earning an awkward and guilty laugh from Namjoon, "No, I just wanted to tell you… that maybe I should give you a raise."

It took the younger a while before fully processing the information. When he does finish processing, his mouth hangs open and he covers it with a hand. Is his boss really going to give him more than he already makes now? Well, he can't lie that he already makes a lot.

"R- really?! Why??" He sounds more confused than happy.

"Well… Seeing how well your performance is, and how many songs you made it's… Amazing actually. I couldn't even make that many songs," His boss looked up and smiled at him, "You're really amazing, kid. Really talented. Even with all of the pressure that everyone's giving you, even with how the other producer's treat you, you still finish things before the deadline, well… Maybe on the deadline," Namjoon laughs at that, "Well I just wanna say that you're worth a raise, need one, actually. I'm just being fair. The company makes the most profit out of you."

Namjoon can't lie that he's touched. The other producers are indeed kind of bullying him a little, probably because they're jealous. While they went no further than just isolating him, it still hurts him. He never told anyone, not even Seokjin. But somehow, his boss noticed it. Proof that his boss is really caring.

"Well… I can't turn down the offer can I?" He said with a bright smile.

"Nope. We'll discuss this later. I need to do some things," He got up and walked to the door, "Oh, and don't work yourself out too much. Take a little break, will ya?" He left the room.

Silence once again filled the room, and Namjoon couldn't help but let his tears out. He feels… happy. He feels like he has something that Seokjin could be proud of. Not that his husband wasn't proud of him before, but he could be more proud, right?

This is definitely news that he needs to share with Seokjin, so he picked up his phone and dialed his husband's number.

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Seokjin slings his bag on his shoulder in quite a rush. He forgot about the time therefore he forgot that he should've picked Namjoon up from the studio. He stretches his limbs for a second before exiting the staff room. The restaurant's about to close up, but he trusts his workers that they could do that on their own so he doesn't need to worry about that.

"Don't forget to close up at six! Oh and thanks for reminding me about the time!" He waved and looked at the worker who reminded him earlier when he spoke the last sentence.

"Sure boss! Have a good date!" The worker shouts back and waved a hand at him.

Seokjin got out of the restaurant through the back door and went straight to the car. He puts his bag on the back seat before hopping into the driver's seat. He sighs and turns on the car. While he waits for the car to heat up, he remembers the paper earlier, the one from a customer. So he turns around to fetch it from one of the pockets on his bag. He unfolds the paper to read the content.

"Hi, you're really handsome. I really like you, I think it's love at first sight, don't you think? I saw you look my way earlier, I'm the girl with the pink hair. When you looked at me, I thought that my chest was going to explode. Can we be friends at least? Here's my number.

XXX-XXXX-XXX

-Im Seoyeon♡"

Seokjin sighs, another one . He folds the paper back and places it on the dashboard. This was not the first time someone's done this, but it always tires him every time. But he's not going to be a jerk and just throw the paper away, in case the writer saw it. So he usually throws them at home.

He dials Namjoon's number before driving. The phone beeps after he got out of the parking lot.

"Hey, sorry I'm a little late. Forgot about the time. Why did you call me earlier? Sorry I didn't hear my phone." He said as he drove.

"Don't worry, I also kinda forgot about the time. As for earlier… I have some good news!" Namjoon's voice brightens at the end, making Seokjin smile.

"Oh really? And that is?" He tries his best not to laugh.

"I… am going to get a raise!" Namjoon basically cheers. The elder fell silent, processing the words he just heard.

"Wait, what?! Really?!" Namjoon hummed as a confirmation, "Baby that's great! Really great!!" He cheers.

"I'll tell you all about it later. Wanna go eat somewhere for dinner?" Seokjin could tell that his husband was smiling from the other line.

"Sure. You think of something. Better decide when I get there." He threatens playfully making the other laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, drive safely okay? See soon, love you!"

"Love you too silly." Then the phone call ended with the sound of Namjoon's laughter.

Seokjin’s focus went back on the road. The traffic was a little bad, but it wasn’t anything that could make his patience wear off. The drive from the restaurant to the studio wasn't that far and on normal traffic, it would only take around ten minutes.

He arrived 20 minutes later, the traffic was far more terrible than he thought. But hey, at least he made it right?

He parks the car on an empty spot in the parking lot before turning it off and heading into the building. He went straight to his husband's studio since he didn't meet anyone that he knew, and the guard already knows him. And just as he thought, Namjoon was still inside. Headphones on his head and eyes glued to the monitor.

An idea pops in his head so he tiptoes closer to Namjoon, closing the door behind him. Once he's at an arm's length to his husband, he pulls the headphones off making Namjoon jump and turn around.

"What the fu- Oh hyung!" Namjoon caught himself just in time before Seokjin could beat the living shit out of him for cursing aloud, "When did you get here?"

"I just got here. I knew you would still be here," The elder looks around the room, headphones still in hand, "It's been a while since I came here. It's not dirty and messy like how I used to find it. You also redecorated things." He concludes after examining the room.

"I was getting bored of the old layout so why not change a few things? This place is mine anyway, and I'm not planning to move." Namjoon said confidently and Seokjin could believe that so he hums.

"Well, want to work a little more or wanna go now?" The elder hands the headphones back to the owner while working an eyebrow.

"Wait just lemme save this and let's go. I'm hungry. PD-nim only gave me a sandwich for lunch." The younger one turned around and did as he said.

It didn't take long for them to be seated in the car. Namjoon did what Seokjin said, finding a place where they could eat dinner. He chose a place not far from there. He said based on the online reviews, the place and the food are great so that's enough for him to choose it.

The car was filled with them talking about their day. Namjoon told the other more about him getting a raise and all of the other details. Seokjin did the same, except that his day wasn't really interesting so he didn't say much about it. That is because he forgot.

"What's this?" Namjoon asked and reached to the dashboard. The elder was too busy focusing on the road to fully pay attention at Namjoon, but he of course knew what he's referring to.

"Ah, I forgot about that." The elder said in an exhausted tone as Namjoon quietly read the paper.

"A… love letter?" He looks up to the other who gives him an eye roll.

"Well duh. What else could it be? A customer gave it to one of the workers who gave it to me. My face is just too handsome to resist you know?" He winked and said the last two words in English causing Namjoon to burst out laughing. His husband can be really silly and quirky too.

"Oh by the way, PD-nim also offered me to take a few days off, but I said no. I'll just use it when I really have to. True that I was stressed, but not that stressed till I need to take a break." The younger added when the car stopped at a red light.

"Mmn just don't put too much on yourself because I'm the one that's going to be taking care of you." The other answered with a laugh followed by Namjoon's, but his eyes were glued to somewhere.

"Hmm? What're you looking at babe?" The younger asks curiously and follows the elder's gaze which lands on a kid fox hybrid crossing the road with its parents.

"That kid just reminds me of… Yoongi… wonder if he's okay…" He sounds worried.

To be honest, Namjoon forgot about him. It's been a week since it happened. And Namjoon being Namjoon, the guy who always has many thoughts in his head, of course, the little boy was pushed to the back of his mind by new thoughts. But since his husband reminded him, the little boy filled his mind.

"Now that you mentioned it… I'm starting to worry too…" He said with a pout as the light turned green.

"Mmn he's so small and thin. I wonder what's under that hoodie. I mean like… why did he react like that when I touched his shoulder. It looked like it hurt a lot. What if…" The elder trails off, not wanting the bitter word out of his mouth.

"Hey, don't think like that. The world's not like what it was. That was four years ago." Namjoon places a hand on top of Seokjin's that was holding the gearbox.

"And? Four years is… Nothing for a change like that. You said that to me a lot and I said that to you a lot. Even now, a human, a human child who has many laws protecting them still doesn't stop sick people from abusing them!"

Silence...

"I…" Namjoon wants to say something, but his husband was right and there's no room to argue with it, "Babe, you know that the chance of meeting him again is… close to none? He's just a random kid we met at the mall."

"I… Um… Shit…" The elder sighs, "Yeah, you're right… B- but I just felt like a click you know? When we met him… I just have a feeling that we'll meet him again. I know it sounds stupid…" He groans frustrated.

Silence. The only sound filling the space between them is the sound of car engines roaring through. The skies were still a red hue due to the sun that just set. Seokjin just noticed that a quiet song was played on the radio, but he couldn't recognize the song at all. He feels anxious by the silence that Namjoon gave him.

"No. It's not stupid at all," Namjoon suddenly chirps in. Though it was a short and unsatisfying answer, at least Namjoon still said something. It made him feel less anxious.

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Another day went by in a blink of an eye for Seokjin. He's on his way back from work now whilst singing along to the song playing on the radio. He's alone in the car so he could sing as loud as he wants without anyone judging. Work has been pretty light today so he's in a good mood. Namjoon didn't go to the studio today because he chose to work from home. It's nice that there'll be someone waiting for him at home, Seokjin thinks.

He parks the car in the basement and skips his steps to the elevator while humming a random tune. The elevator dings and the door opens so he gets inside. He presses the twenty-fifth floor before the door closes and he continues to hum.

You could say that he and Namjoon live in a luxurious building. Their apartment itself is really big in Seokjin's opinion. There's a lot of empty spaces and rooms there that neither he nor Namjoon knows what to do with. They moved into the apartment around two and a half years ago, yet since then, they've never finished furnishing the interior and all. They just did what was necessary for them to live in it.

He dials the keypad, each number beeped as it is being pressed before the sound of the lock opening fills the empty hall.

"I'm home!" He shouts happily, he loves the smell of his home.

"In here!" His husband shouts back making him giggle. He takes off his shoes and hangs his jacket on the coat hanger before heading to where Namjoon was, which is on the kitchen island.

"What're you doing mmn?" Seokjin wraps his arms around the younger's waist and pecks his cheek, earning a dimpled laugh.

"Just trying to finish this book. Not as hard as I thought it would." He points at the book with the back of his pen. It looks like an English textbook and Seokjin's head already spins.

"That's because you're a smartass silly!" He booped the younger's nose earning a blush.

The elder got up and stretched before announcing that he's going to take a shower before making dinner. Namjoon simply nods, eyes still focused on the book. The room then went silent like it was before Seokjin's presence.

"Oh by the way I have a surprise! Don't come into the bedroom till I let you! I'm going to lock the door!" Seokjin shouts from the bedroom.

"Okay, babe! I won't! Take your time!" He shouts back a little slurred because he's still focusing on the book.

The sound of the bedroom door locking echoes through the quiet and empty space.

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"Can I come in?" Namjoon whines loudly as he thumps his head to the door. It's been an hour and a half since he was locked out of the room and he was getting bored of the book so he wanted to maybe cuddle or just spend some time with his husband. But now all he gets as an answer is the sound of the hair dryer blowing from inside and he groans. He slid down the door and hugged his knees. He pouts.

"Jinnie! Hyungie! Hurry!" He whines again, this time he could be heard pouting heavily and he knows that his husband is weak for it.

"Just wait for a little more baby! I'm almost done! Just need to dry my hair! Be more patient!" Seokjin's shouts were covered by the sound of the hairdryer blasting but Namjoon still heard it nonetheless. He groans loudly again.

A little while later, the hairdryer can no longer be heard and Namjoon's mumbling could be heard by Seokjin from the other side of the door. It's really cute how he can be so childish like that.

"Okay, okay stop grumbling and I'm going to unlock the door." Namjoon could hear the sound of footsteps bearing the door so he bounces up on the balls of his feet like a puppy waiting excitedly for a treat. The sound of the door unlocking registers in his ears and he grows giddier by the second.

"Ready for the surprise?" His husband teases and Namjoon groans for what feels like the millionth time today earning a chuckle from the elder, "Okay then," The door handle moves and the door opens, revealing a Seokjin wearing pajamas and dark brown, almost black hair, "Ta-da! Is it good?"

"Wait, so you're saying I waited here, in front of the door for half an hour because of this?!" Namjoon's tone was far more exaggerated than how he originally felt.

"Don't change the topic! No one told you to wait in front of the door anyway. How does it look?" Seokjin pouts and points at his hair.

"Baby, you know that anything could suit you because you literally have the most perfect face in the world?" Namjoon pouts back.

"Hmmm true. Anyways, what do you want for dinner? I'm going to make whatever you want because you waited like a good boy." He ruffles the younger's hair.

"Sundubu jjigae!" He cheers happily and hugs the elder.

He's so cute, like a puppy! Seokjin coos in his head.

Seokjin was the first one to reach the kitchen and rolled his sleeves up as one of his hands reached to get a cutting board.

"Can you get the ingredients? You know them right?" The elder asks as he prepares the knife and pot. Namjoon hummed as an answer and jumped to the fridge, quickly pulling out all of the ingredients needed.

"These are all right?" He places the materials on the counter and his husband nods. The younger felt proud for getting all of them right.

"Now shoo! Don't break anything here!" Seokjin says playfully.

"Nope! Wanna stay here. Promise won't touch anything!" He says cutely and the elder rolls his eyes and sighs a "fine".

Namjoon wrapped his arms tightly around the other as if his life depended on him. Seokjin's thankful for the extra warmth though, it was close to snowing now so the temperature's a little bit too cold. Besides, he loves the feeling of Namjoon's much more muscular and big figure surrounding him. He loves that Namjoon was just a little bit taller and bigger than him.

With Namjoon hugging him from behind, it was a little hard to maneuver around. But he doesn't complain and Namjoon, being the person who doesn't know things about cooking of course he doesn't know that. The younger likes to occasionally place a kiss on Seokjin's neck making him shiver every time.

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"Full?" Namjoon nods happily against the elder's shoulder, "You're behaving like a puppy tonight. What do you want?" Seokjin said as he pushed the empty pots and bowls further down the table.

"How'd you know?"

"Really Joon?" He turns his head to see Namjoon's face, "Has being with you for five years taught me nothing?" He raised a brow. Namjoon stayed quiet for a moment before he laughed.

"Oh yeah right. Sometimes I forgot that we've been together for five-"

"Don't change the topic." The elder one warns.

"Alright, alright. Um… Do you wanna take a walk in the park? Just thought that it would be romantic."

"And freezing."

"Wear a jacket."

"Don't wanna be cold when we get back.

"We have a heater...?"

"It's dark."

"Cos it's night. There are street lamps."

"The park will be empty."

"That's good."

Both of them looked at each other, one eyebrow raised.

"Okay fine. We can go. But later, okay? We just ate." Seokjin slumps back on his seat.

"Sure!"

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"Damn why did I agree?!" Seokjin quietly wails as he wraps his arms around himself.

"Ah come on, hyung. It's not even that cold!" Namjoon said, making the other roll his eyes.

The sidewalk was relatively empty like how it's supposed to on a weekday night. They often do this actually. It's just that… It's the verge of winter now and snow could fall anytime soon. Well, it's actually kind of Seokjin's fault for only wearing pjs and a padded jacket.

"Oh look, we're not the only ones here." Namjoon said once he spotted another couple walking around. Namjoon always likes taking walks or hikes whenever he can. He said that it just made him feel refreshed. Seokjin on the other hand isn't really the type of guy who likes to take walks or hikes. But since he married someone who likes them, he doesn't mind it.

"The stars are pretty, wanna sit down?" He said, already tugging the elder's hand that he was holding. The bench creaked when they sat down, it also felt a little cold. The wind was blowing lightly making the trees sway and the leaves fly.

"I think I have a new idea for a song." The younger said as he rested his head on Seokjin's shoulder.

"Really? What is that?" Seokjin has always loved hearing Namjoon's ideas. He's happy that he's usually one of the first persons to hear them.

"A song about… space…? How there are billions of stars, yet some of them shines… brighter than the other. Just like how there are seven billion people on the earth, yet one person could mean so much," He turned to Seokjin, "Like how you mean so much to me. I love you." He declares. Even though he's said it a million times already, it always felt special, it always made something in Seokjin bloom.

"I love you too." He kisses the top of his husband's head.

"Joon, look!" The elder suddenly said, voice full of excitement while pointing at something. Namjoon was about to raise his head from the other's shoulder when he suddenly felt something cold land on his nose, snow.

"It's snowing!" Seokjin said excitedly like a child. He held up a hand so that the snowflakes landed on it while Namjoon watched him with admiration.

"It's the first snowfall, and we get to see it." Seokjin hums as he gazed at his palm with interest.

"Maybe it wasn't that of a bad idea for going on a walk. It's been years since I saw the first snowfall in time like this." He smiles satisfied.

They sat around a little more before deciding it was too cold to sit around. They still took their time walking back, sharing little stories and giggles that made them look like idiots in love (they are btw). They took a longer route back because Seokjin wanted to buy something and who is Namjoon deny?

He walked hand in hand, the snow was gathering on the ground making it shiny. There should be snow piling up tomorrow. Seokjin is currently telling a story of how one of his workers almost flipped a whole pot over which Namjoon laughs at. Seokjin was telling his story without interruptions, that is until…

"Mister?"

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"So he was arguing with another worker and he has a habit of making big gestures with his hands– whole body actually and then one of his hands hits a pot and it almost-"

"Mister…?"

Seokjin's steps halted making Namjoon do the same thing. His mind told him that the "mister" wasn't directed to him, but the voice was so familiar. He glances at Namjoon for a split second before turning his head around. 

Fluffy triangles… Ears… Yoongi...

"Mister…?" The same voice said again, making Seokjin snap out of his thoughts and look further down.

"Yoongi… Wait , Yoongi!? " He shouted in pure confusion and surprise causing the little hybrid in front of him to cover his ears, his cat ears, "Yoongi-ah why are you here only wearing this?! Why are you out alone in the night?! Where are your parents?!" The elder rambles while crouching down so he could be at an eye level with the hybrid. The little boy's eyes were glistening with tears. His ears were flat on his head and his tail stood up nervously.

"I- I was outside then I smelled mister's scent and- and– I don't know why I just came to mister. S- sorry… I- I'll go…"

"No, wait! What were you doing outside? It's snowing and it's cold here." He grabbed one of the boy's wrists to stop him from leaving. The boy seemed reluctant to say anything, but Seokjin was too worried to just give up and end it right there. He looked at Namjoon who gave him a shrug.

"Let's move over to the side first." He got up, knees cracking and Yoongi winced at the sounds. He gently pushes the boy to the side with Namjoon following close to him. The little boy kept his gaze down the whole time. What made Seokjin even more worried, was how the hybrid was slightly shaking, and he guesses that it's because of the cold. The boy was only wearing a sweater that was obviously not warm enough.

Seokjin sighs and crouches down again to be at eye level with Yoongi. The boy avoided his gaze.

"Yoongi, please look at me and not the ground?" The hybrid's tail twitches nervously, but he looked up nonetheless, "Could you tell me why are you out here? It's really cold and you're only wearing this. Aren't you cold?" He points at the clothes that the boy was wearing.

"Wait here." Namjoon suddenly said before he ran away from the two. He was too far away when Seokjin called him so the elder just gave up, he knows Namjoon won't leave him.

"I- I… j- just wanted a w- walk." The boy said stuttering, his teeth began to clatter and his tail wrapped around himself. His face went a shade paler than before and his little fingers were ice cold. Seokjin clenched his jaw at the answer. Only an idiot would believe that.

"But it's nighttime and it's really late. Shouldn't it be bed time now? And you're alone. You shouldn't go out alone at night." The elder answers back. If he needs to corner the boy to get the answer, then he'll do it.

"I- I could sleep in the daytime! M- mom said it doesn't matter and she doesn't care when do I sleep!" The hybrid emphasizes his words by making gestures with his body.

Okay, he's not liking where this is going.

"Umm… But it's still important to sleep at night Yoongi, even if you can sleep in the daytime. Now, is your place far away from here?" Maybe he needs a different approach. The boy shakes his head to the question, "Let me walk you back. Is that okay?"

"Mmn!" The little boy nodded excitedly and it made Seokjin's heart warm.

"I'm back!" A voice shouted from the distance, Namjoon's voice. Seokjin turned his head to the sound to see Namjoon walking towards them with a plastic bag in his hands, "I bought these." He said again once he's at an arm's length with his husband. He opened the bag and revealed the inside, it was cups with something hot inside, Seokjin could tell by the steam steaming out of the little opening of the cups.

"These are…?"

"Hot chocolates! I think it would be good to enjoy them in a cold weather like this right?" He said, mostly to Yoongi and he could see that Yoongi's face bringthes up the mention of chocolate, "Yoongi, do you want one? I bought three." He shows Yoongi the inside of the bag.

Seokjin made an exclamation noise in silence once he figured out something. Namjoon went to buy the beverages either to bribe Yoongi into telling them the truth or just to warm Yoongi up. He must've noticed how the little boy was shivering.

"Ah it's really cold!" Seokjin said. At first, it was because he's pretending so Yoongi would take the hot drink. But after he said the sentence, he was really cold. He hadn't prepared himself for the sudden snow tonight. He slipped his hand inside the bag to grab a cup, sighing in relief when the warmth of the drink seeps through the cup and into his hands.

"Here Yoongi, have one. It's really warm and nice. But be careful because it may be too hot." Namjoon hands out a cup for Yoongi. The boy hesitated for a moment and looked at Seokjin before he reached out to take the cup. His eyes lit up with amazement when he felt how warm the cup was. He immediately brings it close to his cheeks and relaxes into the heat.

"Should we try and find out more?" Seokjin whispers to the younger when the little boy wasn't looking.

"Yeah, but let's not force him. Once we know where he lives, we can… find out more." He whispers back and a sudden realization hits Seokjin.

"Wait… isn't this like… stalking?? We could get in trouble if someone finds out!" Seokjin whisper-shouted, careful to monitor Yoongi. He was aware of how a hybrid's hearing is much more sensitive than a human's.

"No one will find out." The younger winked just in time for the hybrid not to notice.

"C- can I drink it…?" Yoongi's small voice suddenly sounded, taking the couple's attention, who then broke into a warm smile.

"Of course you can! Joonie bought it for you!" The eldest of the three cheers happily that Yoongi wants to talk to him more.

"Joo… nie…?" The hybrid tilts his head, eyes wide full of confusion at the name.

The three of them went silent before Seokjin realized that he never did a proper introduction.

"Ah yeah, right," He chuckled at his own silliness, "This is Namjoon," he pointed at his husband who waved, "And I'm Seokjin. You can call us hyung if you're comfortable with that." He said with a smile as he watched the boy recite their names before nodding.

"I- I can drink this…?" He brought the mouth of the drink close to his lips, waiting for Seokjin's confirmation.

"Mmn." The eldest hums while nodding.

The boy brought the beverage closer and closer to his lips while keeping his eye on the two men with a cautious gaze. The couple could see how Yoongi sighed and relaxed when the warm beverage hit his mouth, they let out a breath they didn't know they were holding.

"Is it good?" Namjoon was the first one to break the silence, earning a little nod from Yoongi. Some of the worry fell off Seokjin's shoulder when he saw the colors of the hybrid's cheek returning and he took a sip of his own drink.

"Now, will you let hyung take you home?" He hopes he doesn't sound too demanding.

"But mom said…" Yoongi mumble some incoherent words that neither Namjoon or Seokjin can hear. Both of them let out a quiet sigh.

"It's okay if you don't want to." He reminds the boy that he has a choice and that the couple was cool with anything he chooses.

"Um…" Yoongi twisted and turned his body while digging on one of his feet to the concrete and fiddling with the drink he's holding. He looks unsure with himself. He also looks a little scared, but the couple could tell that he wasn't scared by them.

"Um… Mister- um… H- hyung can take me home…" He mutters shyly while slowly looking up to meet the others eyes.

"You sure Yoongi? We're not forcing you or anything." Namjoon, who was now crouching down (Because he thought that his height would intimidate Yoongi while the hybrid was thinking) said softly.

"Mmn… I'm sure-" The drink he was holding almost fell down, but thankfully Seokjin was quick enough to catch it before it spills, "S- sorry… I- I'm sorry!" He said while making himself look smaller, his tail curling protectively and ears flat. And maybe his eyes were glistening with tears again.

"No, it's okay. It was an accident." This feels oddly familiar…

"B- but-"

"No buts," Seokjin said sternly yet it didn't sound like he was angry, "Here," He hands the drink back to the hybrid who accepts it with both hands, "Now, let's take you home, shall we? It's getting really late. Lead the way, Yoonie." The eldest of the three stood up first before Namjoon followed.

The youngest nodded before sipping the beverage and walking with the couple following closely behind him.

"Is it really okay to do this? …Stalking him…?" Seokjin whispers.

"Obviously stalking is not okay. But we're not going to do anything bad to him right? We're doing this for good things actually." The younger whispers back.

"Well… You're right I guess… If we really find nothing wrong then we'll stop, okay?" Namjoon nods in agreement.

They walk in silence. Yoongi was still in front, guiding the two men while enjoying the hot chocolate. He looks like he's really enjoying it.

"Should… Should we ask him some questions…?" The eldest asked Namjoon, eyes still on Yoongi. Both of them were growing restless to the silence and it was obvious enough for them to notice each other.

"I think so. Maybe start with some simple questions?" Namjoon suggests.

"Okay, you do it. I've done a lot." He pushes Namjoon forward making the younger trip and Yoongi surprised.

"Is hyung okay?" Yoongi asked with wide eyes, lips still attached to the mouth of the cup.

"Y- yeah! Yeah I'm okay. Just tripped a little." He glares at Seokjin who shrugged and pretends that he didn't do anything, "Is the chocolate good?" Namjoon asked for a change of topic.

"Mmn!! Really good! I ate chocolate before, but I never drink it!" The boy said excitedly while holding up the cup.

"Drank." The dimpled man corrects before a realization hits him. Yoongi has never had hot chocolate before?

Namjoon looks at Seokjin who's walking behind them. The elder's brows were furrowed in confusion hearing what Yoongi said. His eyes met Namjoon's before shrugging.

"That's weird," Seokjin muttered to himself, "Ask him about his home." He mouthed to Namjoon who gave him a nod.

"Yoongi, what's your home like?" He turned to Yoongi before asking.

"Hmm… Cold, small, a little dirty too, but mom said I shouldn't com- complain- complain about it." The boy struggled to say the word and the couple thinks it's adorable.

"Have you complained about it?" Namjoon asked out of his own curiosity.

"Yeah, but mom hates it when I do that. She said that I need to be taught a lesson if I complain." That wasn't an answer that Namjoon was expecting.

"How does-" He looked back because he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Seokjin who was shaking his head.

"Not yet." The elder mouthed and Namjoon nodded.

"We're here." Yoongi said with no trace of excitement in his voice. Both Namjoon and Seokjin looked at the building they were standing in front of. It was… Ugly. The outside of the building wasn't the cleanest. It was a small building so they doubted that the units were as big as they thought.

"You live here?" Namjoon asks and Yoongi nods. The boy took another sip from his cup and it was the last sip, Seokjin could tell how the boy was shaking the cup and no sound could be heard from it.

"Here, give the cup to hyung. Hyung will throw it away." Yoongi did as he said.

While the eldest walked over to a nearby trash can, Yoongi yawned. Guess this is where their meeting will end.

"Why don't you go inside and get some rest?" Namjoon suggests and he couldn't miss the sad look on Yoongi's face. It was the same face from when that time he needed to go with his mother.

"Are your parents asleep Yoongi?" Seokjin asked once he returned and Yoongi nodded, "Won't they be worried if you got out like this?" Yoongi shakes his head.

"I- wow." Namjoon said the last word quietly. Seokjin also looks surprised. What kind of parents won't be worried when their child is going out at night alone like this? He's concerned.

"Well… You still need to go back. Get some sleep with your blankets and bed so you can stay warm, okay? Make sure not to get sick." Seokjin gives the boy a ruffle on the head before pushing him towards the building a little, a slight signal for the boy to go.

"Um…" Yoongi looks like he wants to say something.

"What is it, Yoongi? What do you want to say? You can say it." Seokjin encourages.

"Will… Will I… Will I get to see hyung again…?" He said with hesitation. Seokjin's heart burst with warmth, this cute little hybrid wants to see him again?

"I'm not sure." Yes, yes you will.

"O- oh… O- okay then. Goodbye… hyung…" The boy drags his feet towards the building as he waves, still looking reluctant to leave.

"Bye Yoongi!" The couple said at the same time while waving.

They watch as Yoongi enters the building and sighs once he's no longer in sight. The night walk took longer than they expected, and it was an exhausting one they could say. Of course it's not because they met Yoongi, but it's because of Yoongi's situation and their own curiosity.

"So, we're really gonna do this?" Namjoon asked just to make sure.

"Yep. But we'll only do this for a week, and if we find nothing suspicious, we're done." Namjoon nods.

"Now let's go home. You need to get up early tomorrow." The younger laced their hands together, making his husband blush a little.

"Oh and one more thing," He said in time before Namjoon could take a step, "Let's… Not get too attached to him…" Seokjin said while looking down. Even saying the sentence feels bitter on his tongue.

But it's true that they shouldn't get too attached. After all, Yoongi is just a random boy they met in a mall.

"...Okay," Namjoon gave him a sad smile, "Let's go home now, mmn?" He tugs the elder's hand.

"Mmn, let's go." He feels like all of his energy has been drained from saying the topic earlier. This is going to be a rough week.

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"It's near here, on the... right." Namjoon said as he kept a sharp eye on the buildings they're passing by, "That one!" He points.

"No signs of life there." Seokjin said as the car passed by the place.

"It's still early. Maybe…?" 

"I don't know. Maybe you're right." He continues to drive.

They agreed that they'll only pass by the building to see if they could spot Yoongi. But as Seokjin said earlier, there's none so that should be good… right? Maybe Yoongi slept in, he was out till pretty late last night so that could be it.

But that doesn't explain why the building looks so lifeless.

"Don't worry too much babe." Namjoon reminds him and caresses the elder's shoulder reassuringly.

"I'm just… So... Confused why do I care so much about a boy we met at a mall…" He sighs, "Is it because he's… Yoongi? Or is it because we have a bad feeling about him? If it wasn't Yoongi… Would we still be like this…?" He sounds really frustrated.

Namjoon can't lie, he himself is rather confused why they are doing so much for the little boy. The meeting at the mall should be it. Then even if they met again, it shouldn't end up like this, right? Or maybe there were some connections between them. Maybe… fate?

"Maybe it's… fate?" The elder snorted right after Namjoon finished his sentence.

"Yeah right." Seokjin scoffs. His husband has always had a liking for something like that. But maybe he was right. No one knows what fate holds.

"I just feel like… We're doing something wrong. But I also feel like we're doing something right. Maybe it's because we're stalking." Namjoon tries to lighten the mood which worked. Seokjin let out a quiet giggle as he shakes his head.

"I hope we don't get caught. But even so, we're doing it for something good, right?" He glanced at Namjoon who was smiling.

"Stalking is still wrong. Maybe I should do some research about it. I think we'll get charged if we get caught but who knows. Maybe we'll go to jail." He jokes again and this time, Seokjin let out a bigger and louder laugh. He feels like he's succeeded in his task, that is to lighten his husband.

Since last night he could sense that his husband was a little stressed. He doesn't know if it's because of work that he never told Namjoon about, or was it because of Yoongi. Either way, his husband needs some cheering up so that's Namjoon's task for the time being.

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"Careful when driving. Call me if anything happens." Namjoon said as he exited the car.

"Okay. Have a good day. Love you!" Seokjin smiled and gave his husband a flying kiss.

"Love you too." He giggles and pretends to catch the heart.

Namjoon watched as the car drove out of the parking lot, just to make sure his husband was fine before he turned around and entered the building. He greets the security guard at the front and walks in with a polite smile.

"Yo Namjoon! Come here! Those rookies bought coffee! They want to give a cup to you, especially." Dohyeon, one of the dance instructors, calls him, making Namjoon halt his steps and change directions.

"Me? Why me?" The dimpled man said confused while furrowing his brows.

"Um… Aren't you the one who produced most of their songs…?" Dohyeon said while crossing his arms, "They wanted to thank you personally but their schedule is packed today. They already left."

"Ah okay. I'm not the only one who gets it… right?" He said as he picked the last cup of coffee on the table.

Namjoon can't lie, he is a little awkward when interacting with the others in the building. He usually just locks himself in his studio because of how the other producers treat him. But other than the producers, no one in the building is isolating him. It's just that he's not too skilled in interacting with people.

"Nope! Everyone already took theirs. You're one of the last ones to arrive, you know?" A girl, Hyesol who's a manager of one of the idols there jumps in the space between Namjoon and Dohyeon surprising both.

"Oh really? I thought that I was on time. Maybe you guys just came here too soon." He laughed and took a sip of the coffee. Both the manager and the dance instructor rolled their eyes playfully at what Namjoon said.

"Attention please!" The door bursts open revealing his boss. The man enters the room with a hybrid following him, "Today we have a new dance instructor that will be joining us! This Lee Eunkwang!" The hybrid bows shyly at the attention of the room being on him.

"Hi everyone. I'm Lee Eunkwang. Please take care of me well." The hybrid's tail flicks nervously behind him.

"He's the first hybrid to ever join our company. Please treat him well everyone." Namjoon's boss said sternly while eyeing a few specific people.

Everyone in the room said "Yes!" In unison. Then, the hybrid was the only one left at the door. Some people started approaching him while some started whispering. Namjoon and his 2 friends just stood where they were while watching the hybrid from afar.

"Oh my god a hybrid!" Hyesol was the first one to say out of the three.

"It's nice that a hybrid joined. Shows that they're becoming more equal to us." Namjoon said which made the other two hum in agreement.

"Anyways, a trainee just resigned. He was a good dancer…" Dohyeon poured.

"Why? Did he get tired?" Hyesol asked with interest.

"No, he got bullied by another trainee who got kicked out by PD-nim." He shakes his head while clicking his tongue.

"Wow poor him. Will he be a trainee somewhere else? You said that he's good, right?" Namjoon chirps in.

"Mmn dunno. Maybe he'll still dance."

"E- excuse me," A voice sounded which caught their attention. The three turned their heads around to see the hybrid, standing shyly, "I- I heard you were RM, is that right?" He shyly asks.

"Um… Yeah, that's me." Namjoon eyes the others who shrug. Then, a squall startles them.

"Wow! I can't believe I finally met the person behind those music!! I'm such a big fan of your works!" He squeals excitedly with shining eyes. Now Namjoon's blushing, he doesn't know how to respond to that, "And Geum Dohyeon sunbae-nim, I really look up to you!" The hybrid squeals again.

"Nice to meet you, Eunkwang-ssi. Maybe we'll be working together a lot then." The dance instructor gave a polite smile while bowing a little.

"I- I'm… gonna go…" Namjoon tries to say as normal as he can and hopes that he doesn't look like he's avoiding the hybrid.

"Sure. See ya!" His friends waved as Namjoon slipped out of the room.

He hopes that he doesn't make the hybrid feel bad. After all, it wasn't his fault for Namjoon leaving. Just that… Namjoon's not in the mood to socialize with new people. So rather than being awkward, he'll just slip out of this.

He enters his studio, the familiar surroundings made him feel good as he sips his coffee. He took off his coat and hung it on his chair. He doesn't have ideas yet, so he might as well just enjoy some me time. He sat on the sofa while staring at his bonsai tree.

"Do you think what me and hyung are doing is right?" He asks the tree. He wasn't hoping for any answers of course, he just had to ask it.

"We're not doing this for something bad. We're doing this for something good. So it's a good thing right? Yeah it should be." He said to the tree and sipped his coffee. Then he thinks, if the bonsai could really talk, what would it say? What would it think about his and Seokjin's idea? Would it laugh at how stupid it is? Would it support them?

"Why the heck am I talking to a tree?" He laughs to himself, "Wow if someone saw me they'll think I'm crazy." He laughs again before getting up and sits down on his chair. He cracked his knuckles and grabbed a pen and his notebook from somewhere on the table because he remembers about the idea he had last night. A song about how something could mean so much amidst billions of it.

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Joonie 

You don't need to pick me up

I'm at a meeting

I think I'll come back really late

Seokjin

How're you going to get home?

Joonie

I'll ask someone to drive me or I'll just use a taxi

Don't wait for me to eat dinner

Love you

Seokjin

Kay, love you too

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Seokjin sighs as he turns off his phone. He's going to eat dinner alone. He took off his apron and went to the dressing room to get changed. He hopes Namjoon ate lunch because if he's in a meeting now, then that means he's going to eat dinner late.

He stretches when he takes off his shirt, the fabric no longer holding him back as the sounds of his bone cracking echo through the dressing room. He quickly takes out a sweater from his bag and puts it on after he's done stretching. He folds his shirt neatly before stuffing it into his bag and ruffling his hair a couple times to make it look more presentable. Then he got out of the small space.

"Bye guys! All of you did well today!" He shouts as he walks to the door while shrugging on his jacket. The workers also said their thank yous to Seokjin which made him smile.

He walks to his car as he admires the snow that was growing thicker. It's been snowing all day and the restaurant's been busy because of that. People are trying to find a warm place to escape and then they happen to come across the restaurant.

"Maybe I'll pass by Yoongi's place…" He whispers to himself as the car warms up. He took out his phone to see the notification bar one last time in case Namjoon texted again. But he didn't, so Seokjin turns off his phone and drives away.

The traffic was rather slow due to rush hour. Seokjin wasn't liking this but he wasn't hating this either. The radio was filled with the sound of some popular idols talking about various things. The topics were sort of interesting to hear so Seokjin was enjoying it.

He was so focused on the radio, until he didn't notice the car in front of him had moved. He jumped in terror when the car behind him honked and then he quickly drove forward. Then another realization hits him. Yoongi's apartment should be near here.

And he was right. Once he turned his head left he saw the ugly building and this time, he saw Yoongi.

Yoongi was standing outside with who looks like his mom. Seokjin couldn't see clearly what they were doing but the woman was pointing her finger at Yoongi.

"She's scolding him?" He said aloud while squinting his eyes in an attempt to see better. He could see that Yoongi was tearful, but what kind of kid wouldn't when they're being scolded?

Yoongi shakes his head while keeping his head down and flattening his ears further down. Seokjin was unsure and wanted to watch for a little longer, but the car in front was already moving meaning that he had to.

A part of him leaves unsettled and curious, but he still has a week left before he could come to conclusions. So that puts a part of him at ease a little.

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"I haven't seen Yoongi in three days," Seokjin said after they passed the said boy's place, "I don't know if it's a good or bad thing."

"Let's try to think positive, okay? Maybe we just didn't see him." The dimpled man places a soothing hand on his husband's shoulder.

"But I pass by twice in a day! The day before I passed by double the amount. Yesterday we walked in front of it yet there are no signs of life there!" He sounds so distressed.

"Well… we can't do anything about it, can we? Maybe it's just how the place is. Not everyone is as... capable as us, you know?" With how anxious his husband sounds, Namjoon can't lie. That anxiousness is starting to rub on him too.

Seokjin has been anxious since the last time both of them saw Yoongi. The forming dark circles under his eyes say a lot about it. Firstly, of course, he's anxious about Yoongi. Secondly, he's anxious that he's doing something bad and that he could get in trouble because of it.

So yeah, that's life for Seokjin. As for Namjoon…

The younger had been pretty normal actually. He doesn't seem as anxious as the other, that is on the surface. On the inside, his anxiety level is probably the same as his Seokjin's… Maybe a little less. But he's trying to lessen his husband's anxiety. Therefore he can't show how anxious he really is. Every time Seokjin would get worked up, it was Namjoon's job to calm him down.

Seokjin is just the type of person that would stress about things. Namjoon guesses that he's become used to it so now it doesn't bother him too much like how it would when they first got together. At first, Namjoon would also get worked up, and then it'll result in them fighting. But after Namjoon found out more about how his husband works, he realizes that he needs to be the one who keeps calm. He could say he's doing a pretty good job at it.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, okay. Sorry that I've been raising my voice at you. Just can't help it." Seokjin said guiltily.

"It's okay. I know." Their glances met for a split second making both of them laugh. A laugh that Namjoon has been waiting for a while.

They parted ways when they reached Namjoon's workplace. The younger kissed his husband lovingly on the lips before exiting the car with a wave and a "Goodbye" which Seokjin mirrors.

"Two more days…" Seokjin whispers to himself as he drives the car. Indeed, five days went by really fast. So fast that it feels unreal. five days passed yet he hasn't found any proof that something is wrong with Yoongi. And five days passed since he started questioning why he cares so much about the boy.

He feels bad for Namjoon, always needing to keep calm and cool just so they won't fight. There were some moments in the five days where Seokjin could see Namjoon clenching his jaw every time he tried to calm the older down. And it also made Seokjin wonder how it would be if Namjoon isn't as patient as he is now. Maybe their relationship would've ended years ago.

Anyways, today he's going to do something. Going to do something behind Namjoon's back. He knows he should've talked to Namjoon first, but… He's too scared to hear the answer from him. He's scared that Namjoon would have disagreed.

So, is he sure that this plan will go out fine? No. Is he sure that it's okay to do this? No. Has he thoroughly thought about this? No. Perfect, right?

"No, you just need to be sure with yourself Jinnie. Be confident! Deal with the things that can be dealt with later." He patted himself on the shoulder and huffed. He's gonna do it.

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Should I bail…? He asked himself once he entered the building and halted his steps.

You see, in lieu of his anxiety these past three days, he thought that it would be a good idea to visit Yoongi by himself (because he's scared of what Namjoon would say) directly. Not watching from his car, not waiting outside, not pretending to be passing by, but directly. He'll go directly to the building and Yoongi's unit.

So yeah, here he is in the middle of the day where he should be in his restaurant's kitchen, making food for customers. But instead, he's standing in the middle of the ugly building's entrance like an idiot. Yep, life's sure is great.

Was this a good idea? Still no, not sure, but mostly no.

"No, no. I shouldn't. Mom didn't raise a coward, therefore I shouldn't bail," He continues his steps, "U- um… excuse me…?" He called when he saw an old lady walking by. She stops her steps to turn to Seokjin, "Um… Do you know where a little cat hybrid named Yoongi lives?" He tries to sound as sure as possible.

"Ah, that little cute kitty. He's living on the third floor. Go up and then right, his unit is the one at the end of the hall." The old lady said politely.

"A- ah, yes. Thank you." He bows and continues to go further in the building.

He went further in the building to meet… stairs.

Of course, what did I expect? An elevator? Nuts, he laughs to himself and his thoughts as he begins climbing the stairs. He didn't feel tired climbing three floors, he feels happy that he's not that old (Age is just a number, he likes to say to himself)

"Go right, end of the hall." He whispers to himself as he makes his way. There were only a few doors in the not so long hall. The condition there… is not… the cleanest much to his liking. But again, that's because he's used to the "comfortable" way of living. Maybe for the ones who live here, it's already comfortable. Who knows. Everyone has different meters.

He stood in front of the door, hand already reaching out to knock. But wait, should he just knock? What he'll say or do? They must remember his face from last time, won't they get suspicious why would he come back or find out where they live? But he changed hair colors. From a bright one to a dark one. They shouldn't remember too much… right?

"Never mind, let's bail. Goodbye," He said to himself and turned around from the door.

Click, the sound of the door handle being opened.

"Shit." He said to himself and prepared to run before he felt a gaze boring holes into him.

What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?! He repeats in his head like a broken cassette tape, Just walk normally. Yeah like a normal person who's just passing by- Stop acting so stiff dammit! He scolds himself.

"Excuse me." He didn't hear the voice but felt a tug on his jacket. I'm screwed. Life has been great, thanks Joonie, for everything.

"U- uh yes?" He turned around with a smile that made his eyes close. No one replied? He opens his eyes to see… No one, "Uhm…"

He felt something brush against his leg and he almost jumped at it because of how fast his heart is beating and how nervous he is. But all he saw when he looked down was a cat hybrid.

"Yoongi?" He said, a little unbelieving.

"Mis- Hyung!" The boy said excitedly, first balled and cheeks scrunched up because of his gummy smile, "What's hyung doing here?" 

"O- oh, I was um… Just… pass— ing by! Yeah, I was just passing by!" He hides his hesitation with a smile.

"Really? But why did you come in?" The boy asks with innocent eyes, damn why did he notice?

He taps his foot on the ground at a fast pace trying to think of something while not being too obvious that he's trying to think of an excuse slash lie. He's gotta admit, he's bad at it.

"U- uh I just wanted to… Look around! See how it is here." Please believe and stop asking. The angels must have heard him because Yoongi only nodded, he needs to thank those Angels, "How about you Yoongi? Why are you here?" He changes the topic.

"Um… I was bored at home…" The boy said while fiddling with his fingers.

"Why alone tho?"

"Mmn… Mom and Dad left." Really? No, no, think positive, he internally smacks himself as a reminder.

"When are they coming back?" He says instead.

"Umm… Dunno. They usually come back at night. I usually stayed inside like mom said, but I'm booreedddd!! Then I met mi- Hyung!" He said with full expression. What was Seokjin's feeling? Was it… the feeling of missing someone? Missing Yoongi?

But back to what the hybrid was saying, usually till night? Does that mean they do this often? Leave a little child at home alone without anyone guarding him. Seokjin is even sure one-hundred-percent that no one will notice if someone breaks in or kidnaps Yoongi. And that's a bad thing.

"They're not worried if they leave you alone…?" The hybrid shakes his head.

"Mom says that worrying about me would only cause… wingkles." The boy attempts to say the word.

"Wrinkles." Seokjin corrects. Does that mean she doesn't care…? An uneasy feeling grows inside of him.

"So… What are you going to do now to kill your boredom?" He asks, not quite sure what to ask but the silence around them forces him to.

"D- dunno…" The hybrid sinks, fiddling with his fingers and the hem of his sweater. Then, they stood there, awkwardly.

Really awkwardly.

Should I just ask him? Is it okay without telling his parents? Isn't this like… Kidnapping? He fills his mind with questions and tries to answer them. But in the end, he gave up because there just seems to be endless questions swarming around and filling his head.

"U- um… Do you wanna... go somewhere with me? I don't have anything to do for the day." He tries to say as nonchalantly as possible. His shoulder relaxed when he saw the hybrid broke into a smile. A big one.

"Can I?" Yoongi asked and it only took one nod from Seokjin to get the little boy to jump in joy. The elder smiles at it.

"Then let's go, come!" He extended his hand invitingly. The hybrid hesitated, but he still took the hand nonetheless.

They walked out of the building together. There were still no signs of life there so the place was quiet. Eerie quiet as their steps echoed through the building. Both of them sighed when the sunlight and cold air hit them.

"So, what do you want to do? Where do you want to go?" Seokjin asks.

"Umm… Dunno… I don't know the places around here…" Yoongi said while looking up. God, he's so cute! Seokjin coos in his head.

"Why is that so?" The elder crouched down.

"Um… New place…?" Yoongi said, unsure.

"You just moved here?" Seokjin suggested and the boy nodded, "Since when did you move here?"

"Um… Dunno. But the trees were still yellow, red, and orange!" The hybrid replies.

He moved here in autumn, Seokjin takes note.

"Mmn okay then. Do you wanna go to the park? There's one near here. There's probably lots of snow there." The elder stood up, patting his knees to get some of the white snow off. Yoongi nodded while humming and Seokjin could swear that he's the cutest thing ever next to Namjoon, "The park it is then. Come!" He gently tugged Yoongi's hand.

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"Do you like the snow, Yoongi?" Seokjin asked as the two sat on a bench.

"Mnn… Dunno. It's cold, but it's good too. But it's cold." The hybrid said while kicking his feet in the air because he couldn't reach the ground. The elder's mind automatically thought about the time where Yoongi told him and Namjoon that his place is always cold. It's winter now, is it even colder?

"Yoongi, what do you think about your parents?" He turned to look at the boy, "What do you think of your mom and dad?" The hybrid tensed up.

"N- nice… They're nice…" He replied.

"Really? What do they do to you when you make a mistake?" Seokjin asked again, making sure that he uses a soft tone.

"Mmn… They would teach me a lesson. I hate it when they do that but it always happens." He pouted, bottom lip sticking out as much as possible.

"How do they do it?" The elder continues, hoping that he could get more information.

"Um… They would shout at me…? But I guess it's okay because I deserve it." He fiddles with his hands.

"Only shout at you? They don't do anything else? Have they ever liked… Hit you or anything else?" He asks again, it's a good time to gather more information and he won't let this chance slip away.

But the hybrid stayed quiet. He looks around as his hands fiddled with each other. He seems to be waiting for the elder to drop the question.

"Yoongi." He called and leaned closer to Yoongi using his arms as support.

"Um… Oh hyung, look there! A bird!" Yoongi changed the topic and Seokjin could only sigh at that. But he still decides to give up, he doesn't want Yoongi to be overwhelmed so he just nods.

Then, he raises his hand up and brings them closer to Yoongi's head. The hybrid jumps and only then did Seokjin register he's scaring the boy because he doesn't know what he'll do.

"May I? There's some snow on your hair." He softly said and saw the boy relaxed before nodding. He patted the hybrid gently to get the snow off. Yoongi's ears flatten down by reflex. Then he wonders, "Yoongi-ah, do you like to be scratched behind your ears? My parents have a hybrid so I grew up with him. So basically he's like my brother. He said that it feels good when he gets scratched behind his ears so he loves it. Do you?" He stops brushing the boy's hair since all of the white snow is gone from his hair.

"Mnn dunno. What does it feel like?" He looks up big eyes, lips still pouting and Seokjin swears he could get a nose bleed out of the cuteness.

"What do you mean? You don't know what it feels like?" The boy shakes his head, "Your parents never… Did it?" The boy shakes his head again but stops midway.

"They scratch me. But it didn't feel good. Hurts a little. Hyung said it feels good so it must be different."

The elder doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know how to respond to that other than showing it to Yoongi.

"Do you want me to show you?" The hybrid nods immediately. A burst of happiness fills Seokjin's chest. If Yoongi could nod that quickly, that means he trusts Seokjin. He couldn't help but smile widely because that happiness couldn't be contained, "Okay then."

He lifted his hand slowly, monitoring Yoongi's reaction in case he crossed the line. But Yoongi doesn't flinch at all and he feels like squealing. Once his hand touches the back of Yoongi's cat ears, it immediately has a mind of its own. Years of scratching his brother's ears will come to this one moment. His nails were slightly long, just the perfect length to bring satisfaction in scratching. Yoongi leans into the touch looking like he's in ecstasy.

Am I doing ok-

Both of them jumped in surprise, both equally petrified. One because of what he did and one because of what the other did.

"W- what's wrong? You didn't like it?" Seokjin was the first one to say.

"W- what's that?" The elder hummed in question, "That sound I made." The hybrid looks scared and confused leaving the other scared and confused too.

"What sound?" He sat up straight because the hand he was using for support started to get cold from touching the bench.

"The "grrr" sound I made!!" He demonstrated the sound. It took Seokjin a moment to connect, but once he did, he broke into laughter.

"Oh, you mean that," The elder tries to control his laughter while the younger nods, "That's called purring, Yoonie." It's funny how surprised Yoongi was by his own purring.

"Burring…? What's that?" His scared expression has faded and all that's left is confusion.

"Hmm… It's when a cat feels… happy and comfortable. Since you're a cat hybrid, you can do that too." He explains with a smile as Yoongi nodded with big eyes.

"Only cats can burr- purr?" Yoongi asked with full interest in his voice.

"Mmn… I think so. Wanna try purring again?" The younger nods excitedly causing Seokjin to smile even wider that he worries his cheeks are going to be numb.

He lifts his hand again and goes straight to scratching Yoongi's cat ears. Yoongi looks like he's in pure bliss and starts purring again. The hybrid jumped again when he purred, but then quickly broke into a smile as he looked at Seokjin who was already smiling.

"Like it?" The younger nods and Seokjin feels like he's accomplished something. He continues scratching till a point where he thinks Yoongi is going to fly away from how his ears flutter, tail swaying and purrs getting louder and louder. Then he remembered what he had in his car.

"Yoongi-ah, are you hungry?" He asked the boy as his hand kept moving.

"A little." Yoongi replied while keeping his eyes closed.

"Wanna eat? I made some food earlier. It's in my car." The hybrid's eyes shot open at the mention of food.

"R- really?" He made sure while still tilting his head because his ears are still being scratched.

"Mmn. I just happen to make more food than I usually do." No, he did not make food especially for Yoongi earlier and made sure it wasn't spicy. Nope, he didn't fuss about it at the restaurant earlier while making it. Nuh-uh, he didn't.

"O- okay then." A stomach growl can be heard.

"Well someone is hungry." Seokjin teases as he gives a final ruffle on the boy's hair. He couldn't miss the bliss and the sad look on the hybrid's face when he teased and pulled his hand away, "Come. They're in my car. It's not that far from here." He had parked his car a little further away from the apartment so it wouldn't stand out too much in front of the apartment. His car isn't exactly the one that would blend with the building's environment after all.

Both of them got up and walked out of the park hand-in-hand. Actually, Seokjin didn't notice that they were holding hands until Yoongi tugged his hand to fix the fringe of his hair (which is a little too long by the way). Another warmth exploded in his chest and smiled like an idiot. He just loves the fact that Yoongi trusts him.

They walked in silence, the distance to the car was a little further than he thought it was. But once the car was in sight, he immediately told Yoongi who was starting to slump and dragging his feet. He looks like he's drained, was it the hunger? Yoongi's face lit up when he saw Seokjin pointing at the car.

He unlocks the car, opens the door to the back seat, and tells Yoongi to get in (which the hybrid did without hesitation) before he himself gets in and closes the door. He opens the windows on the backseats and leans over to the front seat to get the two sets of lunch boxes he placed there.

"I made… Japchae... and Kimbab. I hope you like it." He said as he unpacks the boxes, laying them on the seat one by one.

"Smells good!" Yoongi has his fists balled up and his eyes shone with excitement. Seokjin hopes that he won't disappoint the hybrid by the taste.

"Why thank you Yoongi. Now, wipe your hands first." He hands Yoongi a wet wipe and waits for Yoongi to accept it before wiping his own hands, "Give hyung the tissue and take this." He offered a plastic fork to Yoongi, who traded it with the dirty tissue.

"Now, Jal meogotsubnida!" (Lol idk what it is in English, sorry) Seokjin said with excitement. The hybrid wasted no time to dip the fork in the lunch box in front of him albeit hesitant. He turns his fork to roll the glass noodle on it before lifting it to his mouth. The food was still steaming hot in the lunch box, but the winter air would cool down the one on Yoongi's fork. The hybrid's eyes lit up.

"How is it?" Seokjin asks after swallowing his own food. He feels nervous even though he already knows the answer. He's a good chef after all.

"Yummy!" Yoongi said with his fists balled up. Seokjin let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Watching Yoongi eat so well like this erases his worries. He could see Yoongi's cheeks bunching up because of his smile.

Is this what it's like to have a kid? Was turning Namjoon down a wrong choice? He questions in his head. If he had agreed back then… Where would they be now? Where would he be now? Will he have to wake up early in the morning to make breakfast for his whole family? He'll have to drive his kids to school? He'll be speaking English twenty-four-seven? Who knows.

"Hyung's not eating?" His thoughts were cut by Yoongi's voice. He looks down to Yoongi's food where it's still a quarter full.

"Um… No, just thinking." He takes another big bite of his own food as Yoongi does the same.

"What's hyung thinking?" Yoongi asked with a mouthful, there's some of the Japchae that has smeared the younger's cheeks and Seokjin could only smile.

"Mnn nothing important really. Just suddenly thought of something. Don't talk with your mouth full." He said as he wipes Yoongi's cheek with a tissue.

Yoongi ducks his head down again to take another big bite. Yoongi eats so fast, Seokjin thinks. His own food was still about half empty.

"Yoongi-ah, what do you usually eat?" Seokjin asks.

"Um… D- dunno." The younger kept his head down.

"What does your mom cook usually?"

"Mmn… She doesn't. She said she's too lazy to do it."

"Your dad?" Yoongi shakes his head, "Then what you eat?"

"Mom or dad brings home food. But it's not enough for everyone. So I'm still hungry." 

Seokjin only hums as a response. They settle into another wave of silence as they finish eating. Yoongi was the first one to finish while Seokjin followed behind closely. Then the older opened the lunch box filled with Kimbab that he made and Yoongi's eyes shone brightly seeing it.

"Hyung's food are yummy!" Yoongi said with a mouth full of Kimbab.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Yoonie. Thank you for the compliment though." He wipes the boy's mouth with a tissue again.

"Sorry…"

"No, no, it's okay. You're still learning." The elder ruffles the other's hair earning a smile.

"I'm so full! I've never been this full!" Yoongi said with a content smile as Seokjin tidied the lunch boxes.

"Really? Wanna go to the park again? Maybe we could play with some snow. Now that we've eaten, it won't be so cold anymore." He puts the bag of empty containers on the front seat so it won't be in his or Yoongi's way.

"Hyung knows a snowman?" Seokjin nods, "I've heard of it, from TV. I wanna make it. Will hyung help me?" He asks with puppy eyes.

"Sure! Let's go then!" Seokjin was too blinded by those puppy eyes to realize something.

They got out of the car one by one being Seokjin first because he was the closest to the door. Yoongi hopped down from the seat, the car being a little too tall for his small figure. His feet landed with a thud and he prevented himself from falling with the help of Seokjin.

"What kind of snowman do you want to make?" The elder asks as they walk.

"The one with the stick arms and eyes and buttons and that orange thing-"

"Yoongi?" A voice cuts off his rambling. A woman's voice making the two turn their heads up to the sound. Both of them stiffened when they saw the owner of the voice, "What are you doing here? Who's this?" The woman asks, snapping Seokjin away from his petrified state.

"O- oh. I'm Kim Seokjin," He ducks his head a little for formalities, "I'm the guy from the mall. When Yoongi was lost. I just happen to pass by him and he remembers me." He lied and runs his thumb over Yoongi's small hand to calm the younger down.

"Ah, I see," He ducks her head too in response, "Yoongi, what are you doing outside?" Yoongi stayed quiet.

Seokjin has noticed that Yoongi doesn't really get along with his parents, especially his father from what he saw that day in the mall and the things that Yoongi told him.

"Yoongi-ah, what were you doing near that car earlier?" She points at Seokjin's car. Her tone with Yoongi was really harsh even though she wasn't shouting.

"He was waiting for me. I was getting something there." It just felt natural for him to defend Yoongi. He could see the woman's face lit up.

"That's your car?" He nodded and he couldn't help but notice that sly smile she was trying to hide.

Their eyes met and he could see that the women's eyes were… Flirty. She started biting her bottom lip while keeping her eyes sharp and lustful. Why was she suddenly doing that?

Then something clicked. The car. Just from looking at Seokjin's car or clothes (the car's more noticeable though) you could tell that he's wealthy, so it must be it. He doesn't really want to assume things, but what else could it be.

"Well if that's the case then," She walks forward, getting closer to Yoongi and Seokjin, "I can tell that you're a good person. So I'm not worried." Her hand brushed Seokjin's arm before squeezing it. He doesn't like where this is going.

"Oh is that so? Good to know then." He tries to smile nonetheless.

"You're really handsome... You know, I've never returned your kindness for helping Yoongi back then. Would you mind if I do it now?" Her tone was flirty, very flirty as her hand kept going up and down Seokjin's shoulder. Goosebumps rose on his arms and neck.

"Uh-"

"I'm sure that wouldn't be necessary." A sudden hand was placed on his shoulder and he could recognize that voice anywhere, it's Namjoon. He whips his head to the direction where Namjoon was. His husband's lips were in a forced smile and his jaw was clenched.

"We just did the right thing." Namjoon added. His voice was stern and a little deeper than usual, it made Seokjin shiver. Was he jealous?

Namjoon's hand stayed on his shoulder while the other was laced with his free hand. He could tell that the way Namjoon was holding his hand showed the rings they were wearing. Was he showing what's his? Seokjin could feel his cheeks blush at the thought.

His other hand that was occupied with holding Yoongi's hand was tugged making him look down. Yoongi was shaking a little, he looked scared. The elder runs his thumb across the back of Yoongi's hand in an attempt to calm him down. His gaze went back to the woman and he registered that her eyes were following him before she looked at Namjoon.

Seokjin noticed the slight scowl on her face.

"Oh it's okay if you don't," She smiled but her lips twitched, "I still don't know how to thank you though. I'm so grateful that someone helped Yoongi that day." No sincerity at all in her voice and Seokjin wonders if it's just him that's too aware or is her acting skills just bad.

"Don't mention it. As I said, we only did the right thing." Namjoon chirped, now his eyes were shouting "Go away!"

"Alright. Yoongi, come. I have a surprise for you." She extended her hand for Yoongi to take but the hybrid only tightens his grip around Seokjin's hand.

"Yoongi." She warns, Seokjin has a bad feeling. Yoongi twitched when he heard her voice. He takes her hand with his empty one. He looked up to Seokjin with glistening eyes, giving the elder's hand a last squeeze before letting go.

"Excuse us." She said while gripping Yoongi's hand tightly, again, too tight. All of them except Yoongi bowed at each other before Yoongi and his mom turned around and left.

Yoongi turned around to look at them and Seokjin took that as a chance to whisper "Don't tell her" to Yoongi regardless if the hybrid understands or not. But Yoongi nodded meaning that he heard and undestood him. A hybrid's hearing is really sharp.

"That was- akh!" He whimpered when he felt the junction of his neck and shoulder got squeezed tightly by his husband.

"What were you doing?" His husband's voice was deep and Seokjin was sure without a second thought that he was jealous.

"I- I just wanted to know more about Yoongi so I went to his apartment and then I met him. Then after me and him ate his mom came and- Hey stop it will ya?!" He smacks his husband's hand away from his shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry. Just hate it when someone else touches you." Namjoon said apologetically while intertwining their hands. Seokjin blushed.

"A- anyways, she asked Yoongi why she was near our car and well…"

"Money." Namjoon continued and Seokjin nodded.

The younger still had his chin forward, indicating that he was serious. The serious look on Namjoon's face scares him to be honest.

"Hey, don't be mad, okay? Please? Why are you here anyway?" He lifted both of their hands and kissed Namjoon's, breaking him away from his concentrated state and into a smile.

"We're the same, I guess," He giggles and the other raises his eyebrow, "I also came here for Yoongi. Thought you wouldn't be here, but guess what? You're here too. Both of us were sneaking behind each other's back." Namjoon laughed, earning a smack.

"Brat!" Was the only thing Seokjin said before blushing madly.

"So, what did you find out about Yoongi?" Namjoon asked as they got into the car. Seokjin was the first one to get in so he moved the bag of empty containers to the backseat so Namjoon could sit. Since Seokjin took a leave and Namjoon could work from home, they might as well spend the rest of the day together at home.

"Well first of all, when I went to Yoongi's place he was alone and then he told me that his parents usually comes back at night," He decides that he doesn't need to tell Namjoon about how he almost had a few heart attacks. Namjoon hums, "Then I took him to the park and he told me how his parents react if he made a mistake. He said that they only shouted at him but I know it's not just that. Then I found out that Yoongi doesn't know what a good behind-ear-scratching is. He also never purred- Don't interrupt," Seokjin puts a finger in front of Namjoon's mouth, "-and he got scared when he purred for the first time when I gave him an ear scratch. Then when we were eating, he said that his mom or dad doesn't cook at home and that he's never really full. And… yeah, that's it." He finishes and starts the car.

"Can I talk now?" Namjoon asks and Seokjin nods, "Okay first, he got scared when he purred? What the heck?! Second, how's he gonna eat if his parents aren't home for most of the day and he's alone in the place?! He can't like… Cook for himself!" Seokjin nods as he starts to drive, "Third… Neither of his parents cooks, so… How do they eat…?" He raised a brow.

"Yoongi said they brought food home. So… maybe take outs…?" He glanced at the other.

"Well yeah maybe. Anything else?" Namjoon asked and Seokjin shrugs.

"Arghhh!! Only a day left and we… Only know this much…" He shouted in frustration while hitting the steering wheel, almost honking the horn.

"Well… We could… Keep doing it you know?" The younger timidly said earning a death glare in return, "Okay maybe we can't. Suits you." He gave up.

With only a day left, Namjoon got a lot of comforting and staying calm to do.

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"Joon… What should we do?" Seokjin asked as he slumped down on the table. Namjoon sighs.

"Hyung, I don't know. As much as I wish I knew the answer, I don't know, babe." He runs his thumb on the elder's arm. Just as Namjoon had thought yesterday, his husband will most likely have a mental breakdown.

"Yoongi…" The elder whines, causing Namjoon to sigh again as his thumb keeps moving.

"Hyung, don't worry about it too much," Namjoon said, trying to comfort his husband but he only groaned in response, "By the way hyung, it's been almost two hours since we sat here. Two hours of you… Whining? Two hours of you whining about Yoongi." His eyes moved over to his laptop where he was creating some beats. He has one of his earphones in so he could hear the beats without spoiling it to anybody else. Seokjin lifted his head and huffed aloud.

"Well sorry if you don't like hearing me being whiny, Mr. Kim." He slapped Namjoon's hand away making the other flinch.

"That's not what I meant, hyung. I meant that… Aren't you worrying too much about him? Two hours is a long time and not to mention that it's one in the afternoon and we got up at like- eight or nine?" His eyes were back focused on his husband.

"Well no shit sherlock. No need to rub it in me," Seokjin rolls his eyes and slumps back on the table, burying his face in his crossed arms, "I know that I'm the one who said we shouldn't… Get too attached to him, get too worried about him. But I guess I'm a hypocrite." He groans for maybe the hundredth time since they came into the cafe.

Seokjin woke up early in the morning because he said that he couldn't take Yoongi off his mind. So then he dragged Namjoon along in the cold morning to "pass by" Yoongi's place. Of course, he didn't mean to just "pass by'' because if he did, then they wouldn't be sitting in a cafe across the ugly building with coffee that isn't even good for the past two hours. Good thing Namjoon bought his laptop along with him or they would probably be kicked out now.

"You're not a hypocrite. That's not what a hypocrite is. You just… Couldn't follow your own words, that's all. You just have a caring nature. Not like me who's more oblivious." He chuckled hoping that the other would follow. But he didn't and instead he only said "Whatever" in a lazy tone, "Look, hyung, I know that you're really stressed about this because you care about Yoongi. And me too I do care about him, but… I just… Have other things on my mind and like Yoongi is pushed back? Something that." He listens to the sets of beats he just made. Seokjin didn't answer and instead, he looked up and took a drink of his caramel macchiato, eyes completely sharp as he avoided looking at Namjoon.

After drinking for what seems like half of the cup, he slams the cup down a little too aggressively and looks out of the window. Namjoon's gaze was back at the monitor but he flinched hearing the cup being slammed and he's sure that almost everyone in the cafe turned their heads towards them. He could feel people's stares, boring holes through him and it made his skin crawl. But when he took a glance at his husband, the other was indifferent as he stared outside of the window with furrowed brows and a pout.

"Neither Yoongi nor his parents came out of the building…" Seokjin muttered.

"You mean Yoongi or his mom. You've never seen his dad." The other said while keeping his gaze on the laptop.

"Well since Yoongi's a cat hybrid and his mom isn't, his dad must be a cat hybrid, right?" He turns to Namjoon. His intention was just to look at his husband, but somehow that stare feels more like a glare for Namjoon.

"Well you're not wrong." Namjoon comments before playing the set of beats he just assembled. He cheers to himself because he was satisfied with it.

"Hyung, wanna hear it?" He offers the other piece of the earphone to Seokjin who accepts it. The table that was separating them wasn't big so the earphones were long enough for both of them to wear them at the same time. His husband puts the piece in his ears and Namjoon plays the set. His feet taps to the beat as he monitors the other's reaction. Seokjin still had his eyebrows furrowed and it made his stomach churn nervously.

Then, Seokjin's head started to nod along to the beat, earning a quiet relieved sigh from Namjoon. His husband's fingers started to hit the table, creating a new beat that could be added.

"Mm? Why'd you stop it?" Seokjin asked with big eyes that screamed confused. The soft and sweet Jinnie that Namjoon knows, is back.

"I want to add a new beat, hold on. Your finger made the beats," He said as the sound of keyboard typing reached Seokjin's ear, "How about now?" He asked once he's done and played the set.

True that Seokjin wasn't a composer or anything, but Namjoon thinks he has talents in music. His voice is so delicate that the first time Namjoon heard Seokjin sing he wanted to cry. He could also play some instruments albeit only the basics of them. Then he has also helped Namjoon make some melodies and lyrics for a song a year ago, now that song is on top of the charts.

"It's better. Not that it was bad before," Seokjin commented once he finished hearing it, "What do you have in mind for it?" He takes off the earphone.

"Mnn… Haven't really thought of that. Maybe this could be for that idea I had last time, the one about how something could mean so much amidst billions of it. But I want that song to be softer and less… Edgy," Namjoon sat back as he rustled his hand in his bag to fetch his notebook, "I haven't really written anything for it. But I'm thinking of like… A space theme?" He placed the book on the table and opened his pen. The elder nods with big eyes, seemingly still curious about Namjoon's idea.

He tilted his head up to think of something that he could write. Why did he decide the theme as space? Well actually he's gotta admit it's because of Seokjin, because of something he said some time ago when they were drunk.

—

"Joon-ah, the stars are beautiful." Seokjin said while he pressed his back against Namjoon who responded by wrapping his arm around the other's waist.

"Yeah. Look at that one, it's so bright." The younger points so the other could see it.

"Mmn it is," He sighs in admiration, "It's funny how there are billions- maybe trillions of stars but there's one that always stands out. One is always more special to someone..." He said, a little slurred because of how drunk he is.

"Just like how you're special to me," Namjoon said, making his husband turn his head to look at him, "I love you." He stated as he leaned down to place a gentle yet affectionate kiss on his husband's plump, soft lips.

—

Funny how he could remember what they talked about but couldn't remember what happened before and after it. Guess it was meant to be. Maybe he was destined to write a song about it.

His eyes then moved down to see Seokjin, still with big interested eyes staring at the notebook in front of Namjoon.

"Hyung," Namjoon calls, making the elder lookup, "Wanna write it together?" He offers while moving a little so there's enough space next to him on the sofa. He pats the now empty space. Seokjin quietly stood up and walked over to the seat, "Have any ideas?" Namjoon asks as he shakes an arm around the elder's waist.

"Mmn dunno. But if the theme is space then there needs to be… Stars, galaxy, planets etc.," He leans his head to his husband's shoulder, "On second thought, why don't you make the theme more… Starry?" He looks up and their eyes meet.

"Starry? Like what?" Namjoon asks while smiling.

"Hmm…" Seokjin pouts as he hums and thinks, "A line like "Glittering starlight"? Or maybe something about the night sky. How that special star, a.k.a. that special someone could light the darkest night. The later the night gets, the darker the person gets, the brighter that star shines, the brighter that special someone shines for that person." He said while closing his eyes, putting emotions in his words.

Namjoon smiles as he quietly writes down the words. Seokjin looked so immersed in thinking the lyrics that he seems to forget about Yoongi. That's good, Namjoon thinks.

"Light, stars, darkness, shining, dreams, smiling, nighttime, moon, night sky, glittering… Existence." Seokjin opens his eyes slowly on the last word. He looks like he's getting emotional, Namjoon's really curious on what's making him like that. His eyes were getting a little teary.

"Those are some really great ideas, hyung." The younger compliments instead and writes down all of it in messy but still readable fonts. His thumbs made soothing circles as he pulled the elder's closer.

"Joon-ah," Seokjin calls, making Namjoon hum as he looks his way, "If we didn't meet back then, where would you be?" He asks as he toys with his wedding ring on his ring finger.

"Well… Maybe I would be stressed out in my studio looking like shit and feeling like it too. I wouldn't have many ideas like I usually do," He nuzzles his nose to his husband's hair, "Because lots of them came from you."

Seokjin's ears and face flushed bright red as Namjoon's breath brushed his ear. They've been married for around three years and have been dating for four years before for God's sake, yet here he is still blushing like when he was still in college, like when he first met Namjoon.

They met in a somewhat clichè drama scene-like situation. Both of them were running late to their classes and didn't really look where they were going. So, like in those sappy dramas, they bumped into each other, books and papers scattered as they felt the pain of falling. Then, when both of them realized that they've bumped into someone, they just sat there and froze, either too embarrassed or too stunned by the other.

Seokjin's face flushed even more as he remembered how he was on the verge of hyperventilating back then. Namjoon really is someone special.

In his whole life (before he met Namjoon) he's been playfully flirting with literally everyone and he never felt that stunned or embarrassed before, even if the person he was flirting with was very very attractive. Let alone Namjoon who had terrible hair, wore square thick-framed glasses that looked hideous and god don't mention his fashion style.

But when Namjoon said sorry first, he immediately felt like he was going to explode, Namjoon was special.

"What are you thinking about?" Namjoon asked, breaking the elder's flashback.

"Mmn the time that we met," He said with a shy tone but tries to hide it, "I'm glad your fashion sense improved. Glad that you don't wear those hideous glasses anymore." He leans closer to his husband.

"You know, even though they're hideous you still need to thank them. If I didn't forget where my glasses were that day then I wouldn't bump into you." Namjoon scoffs in an attempt to hide his embarrassment for how he looked back then.

They were like beauty and the beast whereas Namjoon was the beast. He admits that he regretted having that kind of hairstyle back then. And when he bumped into Seokjin for the first time? Wow, he wished that he looked better and not like he just woke up late for his classes and put on the first thing he sees.

He used to look like that when Seokjin looked like an artist. It was amazing that Namjoon didn't faint when Seokjin wanted to get close to him. The other students used to gossip about them too and then they were given the nickname beauty and the beast. Well, that was a memorable time.

"My fashion and my looks got better because of you." The younger said while resting his head on top of Seokjin's.

"Yep. You're one-hundred-percent right without a single doubt- Who's that?!" Seokjin suddenly jumped sitting up straight, hitting Namjoon's head in the presses but he couldn't care less about that.

"Hurts… What's what?" The younger soothes his head.

"Yoongi's mom, look!" He points.

Namjoon turned his head towards the window and followed to wherever Seokjin was pointing to. There's a woman, Yoongi's mom with a guy, holding hands and making flirty expressions to each other.

"That's not his dad. He's not a hybrid" The elder muttered under his breath but it was loud enough for Namjoon to hear.

"She's… Is he a hookup…?" Namjoon asks carefully, scared that it might trigger the elder's temper.

"Maybe. But what kind of woman would bring a hook up to her home when her son's there?! When did she leave the place anyway?" Seokjin's tone was full of anger and confusion.

"Well, yesterday she…" Namjoon trails off but Seokjin nods, "What-" The younger jumps when he hears Seokjin suddenly groans loudly and hugging him tightly. The elder's arms around him were a little too tight and sudden for Namjoon to not squirm.

"Wish I could have a supervision that can see through walls and things so I can see what's going on there." He buries his face in the crook of Namjoon's neck.

They stayed like that for some time as Namjoon watched outside of the window. A lot of cars passed by the street. It's the weekend so everyone wanted to go somewhere, go spend time with their family or friends.

"So… How long are we going to stay here? My body's starting to hurt from sitting down." Namjoon said as he saved the file and closed his laptop.

"Mnn… Let's go somewhere then. I'm hungry." Namjoon chuckles, it's past lunchtime now and his husband always gets hungry faster when he is stressed like this.

"What do you want to eat?" The younger asked as he packed his belongings into his bag.

"Pork belly… Or meat. Don't care how it's cooked, just want meat." He finally sat up straight.

"Meat it is then. I know a good place. You can eat till your heart contents, hyung. You deserve it after worrying and being stressed too much for the week." Namjoon playfully flicks the elder's head who's unwilling to be treated like that so Namjoon earns a pretty hard smack on his chest.

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"One last time?" Namjoon asks at a red light in a junction. It was a rare occasion that Namjoon was driving. But since Seokjin said he was tired and sleepy, Namjoon couldn't do anything else. He was worried about it because you could say he wasn't that of a good driver. He's confused of how his husband was so calm about this when Namjoon could crash the car at any time, not to mention that it's snowing a little now.

"Yeah. One last time…" Seokjin said as he faced the window, "That means tomorrow we need to start taking the usual road." Namjoon nods.

There were two roads that could lead them to their workplace. One is the shorter one which they always took before this week. It usually took them about ten minutes on good traffic to get to Namjoon's studio, which is the nearest workplace. But the road they've been taking is a little longer and needs about five or seven minutes more.

Since their stalking week is over, it should be best that they don't pass by Yoongi's place again to avoid getting too used to it and attached. Because if they do get more attached to the boy than they already are, then chances that they'll stop doing whatever they're doing is close to zero. And that is a bad thing.

"It's going to be hard not to think about him now." The elder said while looking out of the window as the car moved.

"Well… It's never easy to let go, right?" Seokjin hums in agreement, "There it is, hyung." Namjoon alerts once the building's in sight.

"Mmn… Bye, Yoongi…" The elder says sadly as they pass by.

The building was the same, lifeless, ugly, and filthy. The sun was starting to set so orange and yellow hues lit up the place. Seeing it made Seokjin remember all of the things that happened in the past week. From a late-night walk in the park to meeting Yoongi to stalking him to sneaking behind Namjoon's back to whatever happened with him and Yoongi's mom that day and till now. Yep, lots of things happened.

"So much had happened…" He turned his head to Namjoon who glanced at him in return before looking back at the road.

"Uh-huh," Namjoon agrees, "You seem to be overwhelmed."

"Mmn… I think I am. I've been shouting at you all this week." Seokjin said as a light chuckle left him.

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The keypad of their apartment beeps before they heard a click indicating that the door has unlocked. They sighed when they inhaled the comforting scent of their home. Both of them took off their shoes and coats before walking inside. The elder immediately plopped down on the sofa.

"Wanna take a shower first? Or should I go first?" Namjoon said as he placed the car keys where they belonged.

"I wanna go first, but give me a minute." Seokjin said the sound of bones cracking can be heard throughout the flat making Namjoon wince a little at the sound.

"Okay then. I'm going to finish my work a little, okay? Call me when you're done." Namjoon's voice fades away as the man walks further from Seokjin. He guesses that he's going to the balcony, which Seokjin thinks he's crazy because it's cold outside. But Namjoon is Namjoon even with how crazy it is, he'll still love him.

He gathers up the will to get up from the sofa before he falls asleep. He drags himself to their shared bedroom, the exhaustion from today has finally caught up to him. He grabbed anything that he could easily grab from his closet, that is a sweater and some shorts.

He sat down in front of the dresser as he grabbed a cotton pad and soaks it with make-up remover to wipe his face. He used a little bit of concealer to cover up his dark circles today. He needs to catch up on some sleep. He threw away the dirty cotton and got up, his limbs once again cracking to his movements.

He got into the bathroom and washed his hands before opening the contact lens container. He took off the contact lenses, blinking away a few years and putting them into the container. He washes his hands again before taking off his clothes and throwing them on the bathroom floor.

He thought about taking a hot bath at first, but since he's too lazy to set things up he decides that he'll just take a quick shower. So with that decision, he steps into the shower and turns on the water. The steam that immediately fills the shower stall already made him sigh in comfort. He sighs again when the hot water hits his skin, it's so relaxing.

He locates the shampoo bottle once he feels like his hair is wet enough. He pumps an amount of the shampoo into his hands before bringing his hands to his hair. He loves the subtle scent of his vanilla shampoo, he's been using it for years. He bubbles up his hair before doing the same with his body. 

All of his shampoo, body wash, body lotion, perfume all subtle scented. Most of them smell like berries and vanilla, and just as Namjoon likes to say, it made him smell soft and he likes smelling soft, he feels like it makes him extra pretty.

He got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist after drying his whole body and hair. He puts on the clothes he picked earlier and sat on the dresser. He picked up the hairdryer and started drying his hair. He looks at his own reflection in the mirror.

"I look tired." He comments as a sigh. A week of stressing isn't a good thing.

He then decided that leaving his hair half dry is an option, too impatient and lazy to dry it completely. He got up and saw that the towel he used was still on the bed so he picked it up to hand it in the bathroom.

"Joon-ah! Hyung's done!" He shouted as he closed the bedroom door. No response.

"Joon-ah?" He calls a second time while walking to the balcony to see his husband being so immersed with his laptop. He was wearing headphones so no wonder he didn't hear his name being called. A fond smile makes its way to Seokjin's lips as he walks closer to the screen door.

"Hey," The elder calls softly as he opens the door, the cold winter night air hits him like a truck and he's already shivering. Namjoon still didn't respond though, his husband is an oblivious man, "Yo, Namjoon," He waves a hand in front of the monitor making Namjoon finally look up.

"Oh, hyung. You're done?" The younger asked and the elder nods, "Wait let me save this real quick and I'll go." Namjoon said as he slid his headphones to his neck and his eyes returned to the screen.

"Hurry up then," Seokjin then hisses while wrapping his arms around himself. The sweater was originally Namjoon's and it was too big for the younger let alone Seokjin. The sleeves were too long creating sweater paws and it seemed to be the right comfort for the elder. Namjoon could only giggle in fondness as the other wrapped his hands tighter around himself.

"Go in first, hyung. It's cold. I'm gonna get in a moment." Namjoon said with a smile.

"Mmn," Seokjin hums as an "Okay" before turning around and hissing again, "How could you stay out when it's this freezing?! Don't you dare get sick!" He playfully threatens, causing Namjoon to laugh.

Seokjin groaned when the warmth of his apartment hit him. He decides that he's not sleepy yet despite how tired he feels so he walks over to the sofa to maybe watch some TV. Maybe that could make him tired.

He sat on the sofa, tucking his legs under himself because they were cold just after a short time on the balcony. He flicks through channels until he finds an interesting movie, lucky that the movie has just started. He could hear the sound of the screen door being opened meaning that Namjoon got in and he feels at ease. Then he hears the sound of the bedroom door being opened and closed, leaving the room quiet. Doesn't matter, he's focused on the movie anyways.

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The click of the bedroom door echoes through the place that was only filled with the soft sound of the tv. Namjoon got out of the bedroom, eyes glued on his phone as he closed the door quietly. He walks over to the source of all of the sounds that fill the room, that is the living room. His eyes finally teared away from the phone screen and into the sofa, where his husband was quietly lying there. Is he asleep?

He tiptoed to the sofa in case the elder was asleep. But once he peeked over the headrest, he saw that the elder's eyes were still open and glued to the TV. He smiles fondly and lowers his hand to touch his husband's leg.

"Hyung." He says softly as his hand makes contact with the elder's bare calves.

"Oh hey." Seokjin glanced at him before his eyes returned to the TV.

"Aren't you tired?" He caresses the other's calves, they were cold.

"Mmn… Tired, but not sleepy." Seokjin said, lips barely opening. Namjoon only hums.

Judging by how he responded, Namjoon could tell that it's going to be a while till he's going to sleep. The younger one straightens himself up and walks away from the sofa. He could feel the elder glancing at him, maybe at the lost of warmth from his legs.

Namjoon went to the bedroom and searched the closet for the thick blanket that they always store. They rarely use it, but he thinks now's the time. He walks back to the living room with a full arm of pillows and a blanket. He drops them on the end of the sofa, on top of Seokjin's feet.

"What are those for?" The elder asked but made no move to remove his feet from the pile.

"Since you seem to like the movie and it's still halfway through it, not even halfway actually. Why don't we just rest here?" Namjoon said brightly.

"Mmn okay. C'mere." Seokjin said as he motions grabby hands. Namjoon shakes his head.

"Let's make the sofa bigger first. I don't want to fall," He said as he made way to the front of the sofa, "Move aside." He said and Seokjin did as he said.

The younger pulls out the bottom of the sofa to make the it bigger before sitting in the now big space. He picked up the pillows and gave them to his husband to take and waste no time to lie back down.

"Mmn love you!" Namjoon said as he dropped himself on Seokjin, making the elder gasp at the sudden weight on top of him.

"You're heavy!!" The elder complains but makes no move to remove Namjoon. The younger burrows his face deeper into the elder's abdomen instead, "Well at least get the blanket will ya? It's cold." The younger grumbled but did as he was told.

Namjoon covered their bodies with the soft material. The blanket was slightly heavy and it was just the right amount of weight needed. The younger returned to his original position, now he was covered with the blanket from his shoulder and down.

"You're so spoiled and clingy." Seokjin said as his hand toyed with Namjoon's hair which let out a satisfactory hum.

"Mmn but you still love me, right?" He said with a sly smile while burrowing his face further into the elder's stomach, the light berry scent is heaven to him. He heard his husband scoffs.

"Yeah, yeah. We're married. Wouldn't it be a bad thing if I don't love you?" Namjoon could tell that it was an attempt to hide how flustered he is.

"Yup~" He singsongs teasingly, "It would be a very bad thing~" He placed a kiss to where his mouth was on the elder's stomach, "Love you much." He lifts himself up to kiss the elder tenderly who the other mirrored his movements.

Their lips fit perfectly as if they were handmade for each other as much as that sounds ridiculous. The younger licked his husband's bottom lip pulling out a small gasp from him, enough for Namjoon to slip his tongue in. Their tongues clashed together, fighting for dominance which Namjoon won. Seokjin doesn't complain though, he lets his husband do what he wants. Then they parted because there's this thing called oxygen that you need.

Namjoon stares lovingly at his husband as both of them pants to catch their breaths. The elder's lips were glossy and plump red from saliva and the sucking. He looks so ethereal with his a little curly-messy hair, face covered with a slight tint of red and glossy lips.

"You're so beautiful." The younger said as he brushed his fingers against the elder's cheeks. He could feel how warm they were.

"Mmn I know," Seokjin giggled, making Namjoon shake his head fondly before it died down to a smile, "I really do love you. I don't even know how much, I just know that it's a lot. More than anything in the world." He ducks down again to place a chaste kiss and giggling, dimples showing, making him look ever so cute. Say that he's whipped, he doesn't care because that's the truth. He could get drunk on Seokjin if he wanted to. Maybe he's already drunk in love.

"You've told me that a million times. I know it even if you didn't tell me that every day," He slings his arms around Namjoon's neck, "I feel like I don't express myself as much as you do. Makes me feel bad," He lifts himself using one elbow to kiss one of Namjoon's dimples, "Just so you know, I love you just as much," He said in a whisper against the younger's ear, making every hair on his body stood up as his face flushed red and Seokjin giggles at the red face, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a movie to watch." He turns his head in the direction of the TV, leaving a blushing Namjoon just like that.

"Ah hyung!" He drops himself to Seokjin's chest triggering a grunt at the sudden weight.

The younger hugs him tighter, making him grunt again to the tightness of Namjoon's big muscular arms. He likes it that Namjoon works out, maybe he should start working out more often. It would be bad if his husband's all muscular and all while he's… unshaped.

Namjoon could feel his face still burning up and the goosebumps from earlier still hadn't gone down yet.

"So clingy." The other complaints but with a giggle followed by Namjoon's groaning. Seokjin's hands toyed with his husband's locks again, threading and pulling it softly mindlessly as his focus was on the TV.

They stayed like that as both of them watched the movie. And by the time it was over, Namjoon had already fallen asleep on Seokjin's chest, like a big baby. He hopes that Namjoon won't drool. He gathers up the strength to pull Namjoon closer and higher before placing a soft kiss on his head.

"I love you."

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The phone rings causing Seokjin to turn his way towards his phone while he was talking to someone. He excuses himself before picking it up.

"Hello?" He greets and Namjoon's voice fills the line, "Why'd you call?"

"Just wanted to let you know that you don't have to pick me up. I'm going to stay here a little longer. But don't worry, I'll make it to dinner. Just need to finish a few things." Seokjin could hear some rustling from the other line.

"Mmn okay then. You'll take the bus? I can pick you up later if you want." He doesn't have anything to do anyway. He's already getting ready to go back.

"Nah you don't need to. I'll take the bus or maybe I could ask someone to give me a ride. Lots of options, you know?" Namjoon giggles causing Seokjin to do so too.

"Mmn kay then. Stay safe. Love you." He hung up after he heard Namjoon repeating the last sentence.

He pockets his phone and gets out of the staff room, bidding goodbye to the person he was talking to.

"Hey, Jinyoung," Seokjin calls, causing the said person to turn his head, "You could take the leftovers if you want. Or you could also take some ingredients with you home. Make sure you take care of your grandma." He waves and turns away from the boy once he replies to his 'thank you'.

Jinyoung was a new part-time worker. He signed up to be a waiter at first but his cooking skills are amazing so he mostly helps Seokjin with the cooking. A few days ago Seokjin learned about the boy's living conditions, how he needs to take care of his grandma and goes to college in the morning till noon then goes to work at the restaurant. Since he knew about that, he's been letting the boy take the leftovers home and maybe let him take some ingredients too. Not that he forbids it before, he just never told anyone they could.

He drove out of the parking lot and turned on the radio. This morning he noted that his favorite chef was going to be on a station, talking about his experiences and all. He cheers to himself when he hears the sound of the chef through the radio. Both he and his mother are big fans of the chef. He wonders if she's listening.

"Oh my God I got all of them right!!" He squeals out of happiness. It was a quiz section of the show where the listeners got to play along and so far, he didn't miss a single question. The chef reads another question and Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he listened carefully.

"Ah, this is easy! This is- Shit!" He accidentally cursed when a car honks. Thankfully it wasn't directed to him, but he was still startled. Then he registers where he was. The junction where one leads to Yoongi's place.

Sudden feelings burst in him. He suddenly miss Yoongi badly, and something in him told him that he would regret it if he didn't take a right turn.

He taps his feet anxiously to the car floor, the radio was tuned out of his mind as the stressed feeling he managed to forget since this last night washed over him again. What should he do?

"What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?!" He grumbled as he watched the traffic light with sharp eyes and furrowed brows.

"I've promised that that was the last time…" He said and the lights turned yellow making him hiss.

"One more couldn't hurt, right? This is the last one, okay Seokjin?" He reminds himself and the lights turned green. He turned right.

"Wow well done, you broke another promise." He bitterly congratulates himself. This will be the last last one. He might as well just crash his car if he does this again. He taps his fingers impatiently as his eyes scan through the road.

And that's where he spots him, black ears standing out amongst the white snow.

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Passing by the ugly building, that's where he spots him, black pointy ears and draping tail standing out amongst the white snow.

"Yoongi?" He said even though he knew Yoongi couldn't hear him. He squinted to get a better look, something's off. Something's wrong. Yoongi's not moving and there was snow piling up and surrounding him.

Needless to say it was upon instinct that Seokjin pulled over and stopped the car in a hurry. Earning some honks and complaints from the other cars but he doesn't care. All he could think of is Yoongi. He didn't even mind turning off his car as he exited it.

"Yoongi?" He says first thing when he gets out and immediately while jogging towards the hybrid. He was a little covered from view since he was more on the side of the building.

"Yoongi-ah, it's hyung." Seokjin announced his presence and was hoping for a reply or at least a tail flick. Nothing.

"Yoongi? It's hyung." He repeated as he slowly approached the boy, his heart skipped a beat, his face went pale and he felt his stomach drop once he saw him.

"Yoongi-ah!!" He scrambled to get closer to the hybrid. He was pale, much paler than he already is. His lips were a little blue and there was a streak of blood dripping from his head onto his face. There was also blood seeping through the sweater he was wearing.

"Yoongi! Hey, wake up!" He shakes the hybrid, but no response. He could feel how cold the boy was through the thin material of the sweater, "Yoongi-ah! Please wake up!" Seokjin could feel tears starting to build in his eyes as his heartbeat paced to the silence.

"D- don't panic," Seokjin reminds himself as he tries to take a deep breath. He placed a finger on the boy's philtrum, "Shit," He cursed once he couldn't feel anything. He could feel his heart pounding as more tears gathered in his eyes. He drags his hand to Yoongi's neck, feeling how cold his skin was, and pressed two fingers on top of his pulse, he melted in relief once he felt that it's still warm.

"Umm, the fuck do I do?! What do I do?! What do I do?!" He mumbled to himself over and over again, "Right! Hospital!" He snaps his finger as he says the place.

He slid off the padded jacket he was wearing, not caring about himself as he covered Yoongi with the clothing before picking the boy up as gently as possible to avoid making any of the boy's wounds worse. But he did all of that in a rush and he could see blood dripping from the boy's arm and seeping onto his jacked so he ran into the car. He doesn't miss to look back at the place Yoongi was sitting, it was like a murder scene with blood everywhere. He hopes that the hybrid didn't lose too much blood. He opens the door with one hand and gently places Yoongi onto the back seat of the car. He felt how rigid Yoongi's body was when he arrived to lie him down, how long had he been there?

"Yoongi-ah, please hang on." He begs as he drives the car away from the side of the road. He turns on the heater of his car to the max, hoping that it would help Yoongi to warm up. He couldn't let his eyes away from the rearview mirror, from Yoongi as he drove. He still couldn't see any movements from the boy, not even breathing movements and it made his worry grow.

"Please be okay." He prays as he steps on the gas pedal harder. He kept looking back and forth from the road and to Yoongi. At some point, he saw a little bit of Yoongi's lip color returning. He sighs but didn't stop stepping on the gas pedal as hard as he could. He's probably going past the speed limit and breaking the traffic rules. But guess what? He doesn't give a shit because all he cares and could think of is Yoongi.

"Please help me!" Seokjin shouted while holding Yoongi who was wrapped like a burrito with the padded jacket when he saw a nurse and ran to her.

"Sir, no run-"

"He's dying!" He showed the little hybrid in his arms and the nurse gasped.

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"Hyung! Are you okay?! Where are you hurt?!" Namjoon jogs towards his boyfriend who was sitting on the bench.

"Yoongi." Seokjin simply says. Namjoon could tell from the ragged breathing, the anxious foot taps, and the red eyes that Seokjin is super distressed.

"What? I don't get it. Are you hurt? Why are you here?" The younger placed a hand on his husband's back as he sat down. His hand automatically ran up and down, trying to calm the other down from whatever happened.

Namjoon was finishing some lyrics at his studio when his phone rang. He picked up the call to hear Seokjin's cracking voice and ragged breathing, who told him to come to the nearest hospital. He asked what happened but the call had already ended. Hearing his husband's voice like that of course made him worried and he immediately rushed to the said place without thinking twice.

"Y- Yoongi… I was at the junction then I turned towards Yoongi's place when I knew I shouldn't have done that, but I don't regret it. Then I was just going to pass by but then I saw his ears and tail and he was covered in snow and I just knew something was wrong so I got out and- and-"

"Breathe." Namjoon reminds and the other took a deep breath while furiously wiping his eyes.

"And then I found him unconscious next to the building. He was covered in snow and blood and- he was barely breathing so I brought him here and- and I don't know!" He groans in frustration.

"Okay, okay I understand what happened," Namjoon pulled the elder into a side hug, "Yoongi's still being checked?" Seokjin nods, "How long has it been?" He made sure to keep his voice soft and down when asking all of those.

When Seokjin is distressed like this, only talking softly could really get through him. Namjoon learned that the hard way back then.

"Lost track. Maybe twenty minutes?" Seokjin rests his head on the younger's shoulder, his head hurts from all of the worryings, and Namjoon could sense that.

"Hey, calm down okay? I'm sure he'll be fine," He soothes the elder by rubbing circles on his shoulder with his thumb, "How was he covered in blood?" He asks when he heard the other sigh.

"How would I know? I found him like that." Seokjin huffed with a pout.

"Alright, alright. Just thought you'd know."

"Kim Seokjin-ssi?" A nurse called, causing Seokjin to jump on his feet.

"Here!" He rushes over to the nurse with Namjoon following closely behind, "How's Yoongi?" He once stood in front of the woman.

"He's fine. He's still unconscious," The nurse said triggering a sigh out of Seokjin, "But we would like to ask you a few things about Yoongi. There seem to be some... unusual things about him." She moves aside from the door as a signal that the two men should get in.

The two share worried glances at each other before Seokjin takes Namjoon's hand in his and drags him inside. They were greeted by the strong smell of disinfectant and the doctor's back facing them, blocking Yoongi from their view.

"Ah, Kim Seokjin-ssi, pleased to meet you. I'm doctor Gu Gojeon," The man in white coat bows, and the two men returns it. He was still blocking Yoongi from the view though, "Shall we talk in my office? Little Yoongi here still needs to rest up." The doctor said as he slipped his clipboard under his arm.

"Uh- Yes, I don't mind." Seokjin said. He was disappointed how the nurse took the doctor's spot near the bed making him still unable to see the little boy. But what could he do?

The two were now guided by the doctor out of the room. There was a nurse, the nurse that called Seokjin earlier following behind. The tension in the air made Seokjin feel antsy and fidgety. Namjoon seems to sense that because his grip on the elder's hand tightens reassuringly. It helped a bit.

Seokjin assumes that the tension is because the doctor, as well as the nurse(s), suspected him of something. But he didn't do anything bad so he shouldn't be nervous… right? Why was he feeling nervous? Oh right, he did do something bad for a week straight.

"Please take a seat," The doctor gestures to the chair across the table as he sits down, "So, Kim Seokjin-ssi, are you Yoongi's parent or legal guardian?" The man in the white coat asks after the couple sat down.

"A- ah no! No, I'm not. I'm not his parents nor legal guardian." Seokjin waves his hands as a denying sign.

"Then what's your relationship with Yoongi?" The doctor said after he wrote something down.

"I'm… Just someone who knows him. I met him not too long ago. Maybe three or two weeks ago?"

"How did you meet him?" The doctor wrote down something again.

"We met him at the mall. He was lost from his parents and we helped him get back to them. Then after around a week, we met again and you could say we became quite… close." He's scared he'll say something wrong.

The doctor hums while writing something down again. Seokjin could feel his hands and legs trembling as he tried not to make any sound from tapping his feet. The doctor then looks up again and adjusts his glasses.

"By you referring "we", do you mean you and… Who are you mister?" The doctor gestures at Namjoon.

"I am Kim Namjoon. Yes, he's referring to me. We helped Yoongi together." The dimples man introduces himself.

"Ah, okay," The doctor wrote something down again, "Now, from what Seokjin-ssi said from being close to Yoongi, what do you mean? I mean, how close are you with Yoongi?" The doctor looks up.

"Well," Seokjin touched his chin as he thought, "Yoongi trusts me enough to go to the park with me?" He giggled at his silly answers. But to be honest, he doesn't know what to say or how to describe how close he is with Yoongi.

"Okay. During your time with Yoongi, have you noticed anything weird with him? Or maybe do you know something about his family?" Oh boy has Seokjin and Namjoon waited for this question to come.

"Actually, our reason to get close to him when we met him the second time was because we… felt something was very off with Yoongi. He's so skinny and he seems so scared every time he makes a mistake or does something wrong. The unusual type of scared. Oh, and he's really jumpy too." Seokjin explains.

"What mistake or wrong doings are you talking about?" The doctor leans to the table, interested in the conversation.

"Well, we met him for the first time because he bumped into me and almost made me fall. It wasn't a big deal, but he was repeating "don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!" Over and over. I immediately felt something was wrong. Then from what I saw, I noticed that he's rather… Scared of his father. Every time he gets mentioned Yoongi would always sort of froze then tremble. I also noticed that he's not close with his mom either. He looks uncomfortable with her." Seokjin glanced at Namjoon for approval of what he said, he's scared that he said something wrong. But judging from Namjoon's expression, he thinks he said the right things.

When Seokjin looked back at the doctor, the man in the white coat was looking at the nurse with an uneasy expression. They seem to be having a silent conversation before the doctor sighs, breaking the thick silence that gained in the short while. The nurse then excuses herself and gets out of the room, leaving the three men alone.

"From your side of the story, we could tell that Yoongi went through some abuse. We don't know how he was abused, but I found some old injuries on his body that were never treated. The injuries were various, there were some light scratches till deep cuts. His shoulder was also fractured," He sighs and puts his pen down, "We could tell that he was exposed to the snow for a long time by how far his temperature dropped. The bleeding earlier came from four spots. One from a quite deep glass cut on his upper left back, one from the front of his left shoulder right in front of the first one, a shallow cut on his right abdomen, and lastly a wound on his head that was caused by a blunt object." Those words came out as bitter as possible, causing Seokjin to wince at every injury the doctor listed.

"How could you know they were caused by glass?" Namjoon suddenly chirps in making the doctor smile.

"Good question. There were little bits of the glass in the wound that were hard to take out. That's why it took us a while. But I can assure you that the little pieces are out." Both Namjoon and Seokjin sighed in relief.

"What kind of glass was used?" Seokjin asked, triggering a light chuckle from the man in white coat.

"We can't tell what it is. We're not forensics." Seokjin could feel his face burn from his stupid question.

"Right, so, is there something we could do with Yoongi? Is there proof that he was abused? Are the wounds on his body count as proof?" Namjoon cuts the doctor's chuckles. He seems angry, don't know to who though.

"Mmn… I'm not sure that this could be concrete evidence. But I think this could get an investigation going. Plus we have witnesses, right? You are the witness," He gestures at both Namjoon and Seokjin, "We'll report this to the authorities and they'll do their jobs. Seokjin-ssi and Namjoon-ssi will be questioned again by them for further detail I supposed," He looks up again to see the beyond worried expression on Seokjin, "Don't worry. During the investigation time, he won't be permitted to stay with his parents. He'll be put in temporary foster care until things can be cleared up." Those words wiped away some of the worry written on Seokjin's face as he nodded.

The doctor took some final notes before putting down his pen and took a quick read of all the things he wrote.

"Well, that's all I guess. You're free to go now." The man in the white coat said with a polite smile. Both Namjoon and Seokjin stood up followed by the doctor before they exchanged bows.

"Um… Are we allowed to see Yoongi?" Seokjin was the one who said it with a worried tone. Worried that they won't be able to.

"Of course you can!" The doctor chuckles, "The nurse there will tell you more about his current condition." The doctor says and Seokjin gives him another bow out of thankfulness.

The couple said their thank yous to the doctor before heading out of the room. They immediately sighed and slumped their shoulders down while also keeping their heads down. What the doctor said about Yoongi was a little overwhelming even though they expected it. They just didn't think that they'd be given that much information all at once.

"Excuse me?" Namjoon says politely as he knocks on the door before coming into the ward with his husband in tow. The nurses there greeted them and there they finally saw Yoongi.

The boy wasn't wearing a shirt, at least not yet and it revealed how skinny he actually was. The couple could easily see his ribcage. The bandages around the boy's shoulder are visible. The bandage has a little red spot where the blood was starting to sleep through indicating that the wound was a big one. The boy was still paler than how he usually is, but the colors have mostly returned since when Seokjin found him. There was a bag of blood and IV fluids dangling near the bed as well as an oxygen mask lying beside him.

The couple steps closer to the bed and the smell of disinfectant got stronger too. Yoongi's shallow breath could be heard in the quiet room as both of them watched the slow rise and fall of the hybrid's stomach which was covered with the blanket but the bandage was peeking out a little. 

The two nurses then put on the top of the hospital clothes on Yoongi before leaving the room. Now it's just the three of them there.

"It ended up like this." Seokjin facepalms as he sat down on the sofa there.

"Hey, it could've been worse." Namjoon turned around to face his husband.

"Worse than this? Worse than this a.k.a. dying?" Namjoon nods leading a scoff out of Seokjin, "You're unbelievable."

"Aw come on hyung, look at the bright side. Think positive," The younger strides towards the sofa and extends his hand to caress the elder's cheek, "At least he's still living and breathing. He's safe and warm too now," He walks back again to the side of the bed and touches Yoongi's cheek, "Albeit still a little cold." The elder rolls his eyes.

Both of them froze when they heard a low whine and the sound of the bed creaking due to Yoongi shifting. The hybrid shifted a little in his sleep and now his hand is holding Namjoon's that was on his cheek. Seokjin could see his husband's eyes widening.

"H- hyung-"

"Shhhh!!" Seokjin shushed while putting a finger on top of his lips. The youngest in the room has a frown on his face as his tiny fingers gripped Namjoon's wrist tighter. It was an impulse for Namjoon to move his hand and start caressing Yoongi's cheek gently.

The boy relaxed little by little, his grip on Namjoon's wrist loosened and a sigh left his lips before letting go of the dimples man's wrist. Namjoon looked in awe of the situation and so was Seokjin.

"Hyung did you see that?!" Namjoon whisper-shouted excitedly looking like a little kid that saw a cool toy.

"Yeah I did Namjoon-ah," Seokjin said with a warm smile, "I think he feels safe around you." That line made Namjoon jump in happiness.

"Hyung I feel so happy!" The younger pumps his fist into the air as he jumps slightly leading Seokjin into a fit of giggles because of the cuteness.

A soft knock on the door sounded causing the couple to turn their heads towards it.

"Excuse me." A male nurse opened the door with a table on wheels. There were bags of fluids on it.

The man walked towards Yoongi and stopped next to the bed, across where Namjoon was standing. He gave the dimples man a smile before opening and hanging a bag of fluids that Seokjin couldn't identify. The nurse connected the drip with the bag as the couple watched the scene silently, 

"Sorry, but do you know when he'll wake up?" Seokjin was the one who broke the silence.

"Um, that depends actually. The doctor predicted that he'll wake up around tomorrow. But no promises." The male nurse said politely as he adjusted the speed of the drip.

"Ah okay then." Seokjin exclaimed.

"So we're going to wait here the whole night? Want me to go back and get some things? The apartment's not that far." Namjoon offers and he could see the elder's eyebrows slowly turning into a frown as he deeply thought about it.

"I don't need anything actually. But if you want to go, it's okay. I can stay here." Seokjin looked up.

"Umm sorry to butt-in, but visiting hours end at around eight o'clock. By then you're not allowed to be here because you don't have a pass to stay with the patient nor you're his legal guardian." The nurse said apologetically.

"But I'm the one who bought him here!" Seokjin said with big confused eyes and a pout.

"Sorry sir, it's the hospital policy." He bows.

"But he'll be alone here?!" The raise of his voice was unintentional and he muttered a soft apology.

"There are many nurses and doctors that are on standby near here. You don't have to worry, he's in good hands." The nurse assures with a bow at the end. Seokjin looked at Namjoon, unsurely to see that he has the same worried expression as his.

"O- okay. Thank you for telling us." The eldest in the room said politely and the nurse excused himself.

A loud sigh leaves Seokjin when the door closes. His husband strides towards him to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry hyung. He's right, Yoongi's safe now." It was Namjoon's attempt to make the frown go away from the elder's face.

"Mmn… Yeah, you're right. You're right, you're right." Seokjin looks up with a smile.

Time passed by as they talked and discussed how they would deal with the questioning that's going to come. Namjoon couldn't stop caressing the boy's cheek softly seeing that the actions made him look at ease. The eldest in the room could often be caught cooing at how Yoongi would stir in his sleep every time Namjoon's hand lost contact with him.

They spent the rest of the time like that until they were told to leave the room, they'll come back tomorrow.

Chapter Text

Things didn't really go as planned. 

First, Seokjin woke up late, really late and the chef who usually replaces him couldn't come so the restaurant opened about three hours late. Second, he almost sliced his fingers off with the knife and now he has a big band aid wrapping his fingers. Third, one of his workers got burned and was rushed to the hospital, he hopes that she doesn't have any kind of grudge. Fourth, the building where Namjoon works at got caught on fire and Namjoon said he almost got caught in it. But thankfully the fire didn't spread and Namjoon was safe so Seokjin didn't need to come or worry too much.

Yep, the day didn't start off well and now he's dealing with an annoying customer who doesn't know how to read nor order something.

"Ma'am, please get out of my restaurant if you're going to keep this up. No matter how, you're not going to get a refund." Seokjin said with a tired tone, his eyebrows were already furrowed and his arm was crossed.

"This is unbelievable!" She shouted.

"You're unbelievable. Who the hell could get a refund just because there were onions in their food and they didn't make a request to remove them." He sighs, he knows his word choice wasn't very polite but he had enough of this ridiculous shit.

"But I-"

"We have proof that you didn't make any special request for the dish. And in the menu, in the food description, there's written onions there," He takes a menu book from the table near him, "Here ma'am, onions, o-n-i-o-n-s. Can't you read?" He spelled as he pointed at the written word, "As for the proof, we have the paper with your order. Would you like to see it? If not, please leave." Seokjin said with a wicked smile.

"I'm going to rate this place 1 star for how rude you are! I'm going to tell everyone how bad this place is! Such a shitty place!" She shouted, by now, everyone in the room was looking at them, whispering things. But Seokjin is too tired to care.

"Sure, go ahead. We don't need good reviews from people like you. Now excuse me, you're wasting my time." He turns around and leaves, tuning out the woman's complaints.

He walks back into the kitchen, stomps back actually and opens the door sort of roughly. He stood behind the counter where there was a cutting board on it and picked up the knife. He was cutting up some vegetables when he had to deal with that annoying customer. He just stood there, hands holding up his figure as his mind went elsewhere.

"Argh!!!" He shouts in frustration while stabbing the knife to the cutting board. Everyone flinched as the shout echoed through. The knife was stabbed strong enough so it was standing up on the board.

"Um… boss?" A female worker called.

"What?!" He shouted at her, causing her to flinch and her face display a feared expression. It was unintentional of course, he rarely shouts at someone (Except Namjoon).

"I- I think you need to take a break first. Jinyoung and Daehwan can handle the cooking for now." She said timidly.

"Yeah, boss, take a five or ten minutes break. You've been so worked up today. I can handle things here." Jinyoung comes up to Seokjin and hesitantly places a hand on his arm. The eldest sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay fine. Let me just… Cool down for a little, kay? I'll come back in a while." He said with an apologetic smile.

"It's okay, hyung, don't worry. Take your time." Jinyoung reassures.

Seokjin gave everyone in the room an apologetic smile before walking towards the door as he untied and took off his apron. The door squeaked as he opened it, he should get someone to fix it. He hates the sound of squeaking doors. The cold air hits him hard as he was only wearing his work clothes, but he couldn't care less. The cold cleared his mind and he sighs.

He looked up to the sky, the sky was sort of dark and it's only two in the afternoon. Maybe there will be a snow storm later, not that he wishes there'll be any. He opens his phone to see the weather forecast, he's right. There's going to be a snow storm in about an hour or two. Then he saw his notifications, a few missed calls from his mom so he called her back.

"Hello? Mom? Why'd you call? Sorry I was busy." He said when the phone was connected.

"Ah I thought you were. I was just too excited to tell you!" He could hear his mother's tone filling with excitement.

"Really? Why?" He holds back a giggle.

"It's your brother. He got accepted at that company he always wanted to work at!" She squeals and Seokjin's mouth hangs open.

"Really?! That's great mom! Really great! He must be really happy!" He said, voice equally enthusiastic. Both he and his mother squealed, the younger's stress long forgotten, "When's he going to start working?"

"About… next week he said. Don't really know though. He's so secretive about it." His mother whispered in a curious-annoyed tone which made her son laugh.

"Maybe he's just like me, mom. Or maybe I'm the one who's like him. Remember when I first dated Namjoon?" He said with a giggle.

"Ah yes! It was a living nightmare for me!!" She whines triggering another giggle from her son.

The first year when they dated, Seokjin didn't give updates about him and Namjoon nor tell a lot about how they're doing. His mother only got the surprise of him crying at her doorstep at 3 AM because he thought Namjoon had abandoned him to go to L.A. and wouldn't come back. He's just not sure yet, and when he's not sure, he doesn't like people to know it in case they didn't last. But they're still together till now so he promised his mother to give updates about their life.

He heard his mother letting out a loud huff and he burst into another fit of giggle. She's never going to let that go is she?

"Let it go, mom. It was three- Wait, someone's calling," He was interrupted. His mother reassures him that it's okay so picked up the call, "Hello?" He begins when the call's connected.

"Hello? Is this Kim Seokjin?" A man's voice said.

"Yes, you have the right number." His brows furrowed because the man's voice wasn't exactly cherry.

"This is Gu Gojeon, the doctor from last time. I got your number from the forms," The man— doctor sounded relieved, "I contacted you personally because… Yoongi has woken up-"

"What?! How's he?! What- Oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to interrupt." He sounds ashamed of himself (He does). Yoongi hasn't been on his mind for the day because of everything that's going on. The doctor chuckles a little albeit still sounding worried.

"No, no, it's okay. You seem to care a lot about him," The other line said which caused Seokjin to blush a little, but it didn't set his worry aside, "Um anyways, I called you personally because… we haven't been able to do… anything… with Yoongi…" The man said unsurely, but his tone was tired and worried.

"What? I- I mean— enlighten me, please." Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows further.

"He woke up about twenty or thirty minutes ago and hasn't stopped crying, and everytime someone tries to get close to him or touch him, he'd trash around and I worry that it might open his injuries again." The doctor sighed.

"And… you called me because…?" He's not sure how to ask.

"Um… he must have smelled your scent left in the room and I heard him saying "hyung" a couple of times, so I just assumed," The doctor gasped and Seokjin could hear a loud thud in the background, "I'm sorry if this is so unprofessional for me for… calling you personally and assuming things like this, but if this goes on there might be more serious injuries on him." The doctor sounds really apologetic and tired.

"Ah, no, no. It's okay. You're just doing your job as a doctor." Seokjin waves his free hand even though he knows the doctor couldn't see it.

"So… um… can you please come here? The quicker the- Shit! Someone help him! His wound is going to open up if he continues!" The other line suddenly shouted, causing Seokjin to wince, and his worry grew bigger, "Please come here as soon as possible. I'll see you here!" And with that the call ended before he got a chance to say anything else.

Let's just say it wasn't a surprise that Seokjin immediately rushed back inside to get his belongings and coat, only shouting "You can close up early! There's going to be a storm so be safe!" To the workers before dashing out of the kitchen and into his car. He wasted no time and drove away from the place.

Before he started to drive, he dialed Namjoon's number so now the phone's beeping as he drove.

"He-"

"Joon-ah I'm going to the hospital, Yoongi woke up meet me there." Was all that he said before he ended the call. With how fast he's driving now, an accident could happen so he's not going to divide his focus on two things. His top priority is Yoongi, and maybe saving the doctors and nurses from going crazy from all the crying.

He got there at a record time. He quickly parks the car, not caring if it's straight or not and rushed inside. He got some shouts from a few people as he ran. He saw a familiar face and immediately ran to him.

"Doctor Gu!" He called and the doctor looked up. He looks tired and confused.

"Kim Seokjin-ssi! Glad you're here! Come quick!" He ran to Seokjin and guided him to the room, where the sound of crying could be heard.

"Everyone, please clear the room, our savior is here," The doctor said with a relieved sigh as everyone cleared the room, "We're counting on you." The man in the white coat said before closing the door.

Seokjin immediately ran up to the bed, where Yoongi was crying viciously, blood seeping through the bandages and his clothes. Everyone's counting on him.

Everyone's counting on me.

"Yoonie," He begins as he walked to the bed, already extending his hand to caress the boy, "Yoongichi." His hand finally touches the hybrid's head, but the hybrid swats it away before a cry of pain got out of him.

"H- h- h- hung-" Yoongi sobs, he seems to be aware of the scents. He couldn't see his hyung because his eyes were closed from sobbing. Seokjin thinks that talking the hybrid out from this state is the best, for now.

"Yoongi," Nothing, "Yoongi, stop crying. Don't worry, it's okay, hyung's here." He said softly and placed a hand on the mattress, a subtle sign of his presence.

"H- h- h- ha- ha- hyung…?" Yoongi shuttered while trying to open his swollen eyes.

"Yeah, hyung's here." The elder moved his hand closer to Yoongi's who was resting on his side, but the hybrid flinched his hand away.

"W- wh- who? Who's hyung?" He sobs out, but his crying wasn't as intense as it was before.

"Seokjin hyung. The one you met at the mall." He smiles a little at the memory and his hand chased Yoongi's. Once he caught the younger's hand, he soothes it with his thumb. The hybrid relaxed a little.

"H- hyung? Y- y- you're th- that good h- hyung?" He managed to say without shuttering too much. But what he said made Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows.

"Mn, it's hyung, Yoonie. Don't cry, you're safe now. Hyung will protect you." Seokjin moved closer to the boy so he could smell his scent better. He probably smells like garlic and sweat though. Yoongi faced him and launched himself towards the elder who stopped him, "D- don't, Yoonie. I'm still dirty and wearing my work clothes. Didn't have time to change." He stops the hybrid by holding the uninjured areas. Yoongi pouts, face still tear stained and eyes swollen.

"But w- wanna hug!" The younger demands with his ears further down and it made Seokjin flutter. From what Seokjin has seen during his time with Yoongi, he could tell that he wasn't that touchy kind of kid, so this was abnormal.

"Mmn… oh! How about this," Yoongi looked up to him, head tilting curiously as the year tracks got illuminated by the light, "How about I go change, and you let the doctors and nurses help you. How's that?" Now only hiccups were coming out of Yoongi.

"No! Want to be wih- with hyung when doctors hi- here!" He lightly kicked his feet, probably because the wounds were holding him back.

"Mmn… then should hyung change first? I smell like garlic and sweat, Yoonie," Standing near the stove all day was of course hot, "Promise that hyung won't take long, okay? Hyung will just change there," He points at the bathroom in the ward, "Okay? Just call hyung if you need me. Is that a deal?" He rested his elbows on his thighs as he waited for the hybrid's answer.

"O- okay… But promise hyung wih- will… will be here wh- when doctor comes…" Yoongi said shyly. Seokjin wonders why has he suddenly became like this.

"Don't worry, hyung promise. I'll just be in the bathroom right there, not going anywhere. So stay here and be good okay? Just call if you need anything, hyung'll be right back." He stood up and slowly backed away, still keeping an eye on Yoongi's reaction. He smiled before entering the bathroom and locking it.

"That was easy." He whispered to himself as he started to undress. He only needed to change his shirt actually. For some people it may not be a big deal, but for him, it is. He doesn't like wearing dirty clothes and feel too sticky. Even though he didn't take a shower, at least changing clothes will help still.

He walks over to the sink to look at his reflection in the mirror. He ruffles his hair so it would be more presentable than before. He then sprayed his perfume on his wrist and neck, right above his pulse. He remembers that Yoongi likes the smell of this perfume, so maybe it would help calm him down.

He puts everything back in his bag and checks his watch, five minutes, a record time. As he was zipping his bag, he winces seeing the ugly pink-blue band-aid wrapped around his finger. It's not that he hates pink and blue, he loves it, it's his and Namjoon's color. Except that… The shade of the pink and blue was too strong for his liking therefore it's ugly. Maybe he'll buy one that's less ugly later, it was one of his worker's emergency band-aids after all, the ones in the first aid kid back at the restaurant ran out so what did he expect?

He unlocks the door and exits. Yoongi looks so happy to see him. He's no longer crying, just a few hiccups now and then. He puts his bag down on the sofa.

"Let me call the doctor first okay? I'll only go to the front of the door." The elder said and Yoongi nods. Seokjin didn't miss the scared look on Yoongi's face. He walks to the door and opens it, "Excuse me," He calls a nurse, "Yoongi's not crying anymore. You can continue to treat him." He waited until the nurse nodded before going back into the room and sitting back down on the chair chair near the bed.

"The doctor will come. Promise he's a good guy even though he looks scary." Seokjin reassures while taking the younger's hand in his. Yoongi's face lit up.

"But he's still scary…" He gripped the elder's hand, "Mister smells good." He comments with a little smile causing Soekjin to chuckle.

"Glad to hear that, Yoonie." Seokjin said that just as the door opened and doctor Gu entered. Yoongi hides himself near Seokjin.

"Hi Yoongi," The man in white coat said with a soft smile, "I'm doctor Gu," He stopped at the end of the bed. Yoongi didn't say anything but shrinks behind his hyung, "No need to be scared. I'm just here to help you." Doctor Gu's smile didn't die down.

"He just wants to make you feel better, Yoonie," He gently tugs Yoongi's hand to stop him from hiding, "He wants to help you. Just like me and Namjoon at the mall." Yoongi slowly ducks away from Seokjin's back.

"Now, how do you feel?" The doctor's pen clicked and he got ready to write something on the paper.

"How do you feel?" Seokjin repeats the question, "Are you hurt?" Yoongi nods, "Where? Tell doctor Gu so he could make it not hurt." He coaxed.

"H- he- head hurts," He mutters, Seokjin doesn't know if it's because he's shy or scared, "B- back y- too. Tummy too." He ducks his head down.

"Can you point where it hurts?" Doctor Gu took some steps closer to the bed.

Yoongi did as he was told. He pointed at his head where the bandage that wrapped around it was nowhere to be found. Then on his shoulder (front and back) and lastly his upper hips where he mentioned it as his tummy.

The doctor hummed and wrote the things down before walking closer, causing Yoongi to shrink again.

"How about you let the nurses help you? Help patch up your wounds so it won't hurt anymore, okay? While they do that, can I talk to your hyung? We'll just be outside." He said with yet another smile. Yoongi didn't say anything, only ducked his head down.

"Is that okay Yoongi? Or do you want me to stay here when you get patched up?" Seokjin repeats because he feels like Yoongi will only answer him.

"N- n- no… W- want hyung to stay…" The hybrid barely whispered.

The doctor hummed and took some steps back as the nurse stepped forward.

"Well o-"

"N- n- never mind! I- I'm asking too much! S- s- sorry!" Yoongi cuts off while looking up. Tears were welling in his eyes and he looked… scared. Which is alarming for Seokjin.

"It's okay if you want me to stay, Yoongi. I could talk with the doctor later, after you get treated." He places his arm around Yoongi so he could rub his uninjured shoulder.

"M- mom never stays… She'll get mad at me..." Yoongi muttered, but everyone in the room could hear it. The doctor and Seokjin exchanged worried glances before turning back to Yoongi.

"Yoongi-ah, I'm not your mom. Your mom won't stay, but I will. Your mom will get mad, but I won't," Yoongi didn't lift his head, "Yoongi, can you please look at me?" He's begging now, he guesses, but he doesn't care. Yoongi slowly looks up, "So, do you want me to stay?" He asks softly. He could feel everyone's attention on them and he could say it made his skin crawl. Yoongi nods and it made him release a breath he didn't know he was holding, "See? Wasn't that hard, right?" Yoongi ducked his head down again.

Seokjin looked at the doctor and gave him a little nod. Doctor Gu returns the nod and signals the nurses to take care of Yoongi's wounds as he exits the room.

"I'll be with you while they do their work, okay? It won't hurt… well maybe a little, but you're a big boy right?" Yoongi nods in the cutest way possible, "Good, that's my Yoongi." He gently ruffles the hybrid's hair, not forgetting his injuries.

"Shall we begin?" A nurse cuts them off with a smile and Yoongi nods.

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"See? Only hurts a little, right? You did well." Seokjin compliments the little boy who has tears in the corner of his eyes. The elder wipes them away with his sleeve.

"H- hurts… But it's o- okay…" Yoongi said with a pout. So. Frickin. Cute.

"Do you want to drink?" The elder asks when he remembers that Yoongi hasn't drank anything since he woke up. The hybrid nods, causing a smile to form on Seokjin's lips.

Seokjin bends away from the bed to take the bottle of water that was sitting on the coffee table, he assumes that the nurses left that for Yoongi. He opened the bottle, wincing a little when the knife cut on his fingers stung a little but he didn't make a big fuss out of it and gave the bottle to Yoongi.

"Drink slowly." He reminds the boy before letting the mouth of the bottle touch Yoongi's thin lips.

The younger immediately chugs the bottle down, ignoring what Seokjin said earlier, but he didn't make any move to stop Yoongi. He just watched the hybrid drink half of the bottle. Yoongi's tail swayed slowly and his ears were a little pressed down in concentration.

"T- th- thank you…" Yoongi said shyly as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Knock knock, the sound was coming from the door.

"Come in!" The elder said with a raised voice and the door opens, revealing Namjoon.

"Joon hyung!" Yoongi said with bright eyes and voice and it made both of the older men smile.

"Took you long enough." Seokjin said sassily.

"Sorry, I was helping take care of some things in the building. The fire spreaded quite far actually," He says while touching the back of his nape, "So, how's out little Yoongi?" He walks closer.

"I'm okay! Hurts a little, but it's okay." His face brightens when Namjoon caresses one of his cat ears.

"Of course it's okay, Yoongi's a strong boy, right?" Yoongi nods.

The room was filled with laughter, mostly Seokjin's windshield laughter because he was the loudest. He softly hits Namjoon as he laughs, eyes closing into crescents. They were just too cute.

Seokjin opens his eyes to see a figure in front of the door and his laugh dies down. Right, he still has to talk to doctor Gu.

"Since Namjoon is here, I'll go talk to doctor Gu okay? I'll be quick," He saw Yoongi pout so he coos while giving light scratches behind his ears, "You can ask Namjoon for ear scratches, he's not as good as I am though." He left with a giggle while Namjoon's complaints reached his ears. That's true though, Seokjin has spent years giving someone ear scratches unlike Namjoon.

"Doctor Gu." Seokjin said as he entered the said man's office.

"Kim Seokjin-ssi, please, take a seat," He said with a smile, by now Seokjin thinks his smile is both reassuring and scaring at the same time, "Now, I want to talk to you about some things, not that many though," Seokjin nods as a sign that he's listening, "Firstly, I want to apologize for my unprofessional behavior earlier. You could say I was desperate and worried." He bows a little on his seat.

"No, no. It's okay. You did it for Yoongi. He was probably confused and in pain, that's maybe why he was crying like that." He waves his hand.

"Yes, that's probably it. But it was amazing how you could calm him down in such a short time. You're truly our hero today." Seokjin covers his face as an attempt to hide a light blush.

"Anyways moving on. We've reported Yoongi's case to the authorities. They're now taking the case and preparing things for the investigation. They would like to interrogate you and Kim Namjoon-ssi. Please let them know when you have some free time."

"Can that be done today?" Seokjin chirped, causing the doctor to look up, "The sooner the better, right? Can that be done today?" He explains further triggering a smile from doctor Gu. Seokjin swears that this doctor smiles so much and it's scaring him.

"Of course! We'll let them know. Any time today?" Seokjin nods, "Okay, that's noted." Doctor Gu writes that down.

"Next, we also need to ask Yoongi about his side of the story. We would like to have as much information as possible. But we'll do that later in case it triggers something," Seokjin nods, "Then um… as a procedure, we'd need to give Yoongi a psychological examination. As an abuse victim, we fear that it might have left something unpleasant in him and we just want to stay safe," Seokjin nods, "We still don't know when that will happen though. We need evidence from the investigation first," Seokjin nods, "Lastly, no matter what happens now, he's not allowed to live with his parents until there is proof that there's no abuse going on. During that time he'll be staying at a temporary foster home," Seokjin nods, "That will be all I guess. I'll inform you when will you be questioned. They will do it here, in this hospital, so it's best if you don't go out till then, just in case." Doctor Gu placed down his pen. Seokjin nods again, he doesn't have anything to say.

"May I leave now?" He asks.

"Yes, you may." Doctor Gu stood up and they exchanged bows.

Seokjin sighed. Dealing with the investigation won't be something easy, so it would be, yet again a tiring week, or month maybe, who knows. But it's going to be worth it for Yoongi.

"I'm back." He announced as he opened the door. The sight of Yoongi and Namjoon playing thumb wrestling was enough to shrug off all of the fatigue he's been feeling. He smiles as he walks over to them. 

Chapter Text

"You need to wear it Yoongi." Seokjin sighed for maybe the tenth time this one and a half hour.

"But I don't like it!!" The hybrid whines as he kicks his feet.

"It'll hurt even more and it'll take more time to heal if you don't wear it, Yoongi," Namjoon tries to help his husband but the hybrid only juts his bottom lip further, "Listen to hyungs. It's for your own good." Namjoon sighs. Telling a three year old to wear a shoulder support strap was harder than they thought.

Earlier, Yoongi took a whole body x-ray to make sure that none of his bones were broken except his shoulder. Thankfully that's the case, but the fracture was pretty bad and with how a three year old moves around, it's better to make sure it stays in place until it heals.

"I don't like it!!" Yoongi shakes his head violently.

"Yoongi, you need to wear it. It's for your own good." Seokjin's tone of voice was warning and his eyes were sharp, it made Yoongi shrink.

"S- sorry…" The youngest muttered causing Seokjin to again, sigh.

"I'm not mad at you. Hyung's just… worried about you. Maybe tired and a little in a bad mood too." His eyes softened and a hand reached out to pet Yoongi.

"I- I'll wear it! If it makes hyung better, I'll wear it!" The boy said while pumping his fist, he looked so sincere and it made Seokjin chuckle.

"Thank you, Yoongi." The eldest said with a soft smile.

The couple has been stuck in the hospital for about three or two hours now. From stopping Yoongi crying, to accompanying him to the x-ray, to waiting for the x-ray results, to now, persuading Yoongi to wear the shoulder support strap. Now all they need to do is wait to be questioned by the police and child support… hybrid support…? Child hybrid support…? Are they separated? Who knows.

"Come in!" Namjoon shouted when someone knocked at the door. It was the hospital food service.

"Look! Your dinner is here Yoongi!" Seokjin cheered when he saw the hybrid's face lit up. The food was placed into the table next to the bed and Yoongi eyes every piece with curious eyes as it was being placed.

"Enjoy the food, little guy." The woman said with a smile though it was covered by the masks she was wearing. She bows to the two men before leaving.

"Wanna eat now?" Seokjin asked and Yoongi nodded vigorously, he's hungry alright. The menu was something really simple. Just some congee with tofu soup, a banana and a cup of pudding for the dessert he guesses. It's good for Yoongi to have light meals for now. The eldest unwraps the food before making some sound effects to present the now ready to eat food to Yoongi.

"Need help eating it? Or can you do it?" Seokjin asked as Yoongi lifted the spoon.

"I can do it!" Yoongi said proudly, pulling out a fond laugh from the couple.

"Yoongi is a big boy, isn't he?" Namjoon giggles as he ruffles the hybrid's hair. Yoongi nods in response and puts a spoonful of the congee in his mouth. His face didn't show any satisfaction though.

"What's wrong?" Seokjin said with a little worry, he's sure that it's nothing serious.

"There's no taste." Yoongi said with big confused eyes darting towards the two older men who then looked at each other before breaking into a smile.

"It's hospital food, Yoongi. Of course it's bland. It's for your health I suppose." Namjoon explains with a smile.

"Bland…? What's that?" He asks again, like how a typical kid would when they don't know something.

"Umm… it's when there's no taste in food. Doesn't really have to be food though, can be anything. But it's usually used for food." The hybrid nods as he absorbed the information Namjoon was telling him. A new word in his vocabulary.

"Eat slowly." Seokjin reminds with a smile as he picked up a tissue to wipe Yoongi's cheek which had the congee on it.

"Hyung isn't eating too?" The boy asked as he took another bite of his food. Not sure to whom was that question directed to.

"Mn no. Hyung already ate." Seokjin answers. It was a lie, of course. He hasn't eaten anything besides a piece of bread this morning and some food that he stole while he was cooking earlier. He's not in the mood of eating now.

Namjoon glanced at him. He knows well that Seokjin is lying. But the elder only glanced back a soothing gaze that also screams "Don't Tell Yoongi" warningly. Still it didn't do anything to Namjoon's worry.

"When are we going to be interrogated?" Namjoon asks instead.

"Interrogated… isn't it a bit too…"

"Okay, interviewed." The younger man changed which caused Seokjin to roll his eyes. That seems to work lighting up the mood.

"Dunno. Should we go ask doctor Gu? It's been three hours." The elder said while looking at Yoongi.

"Sure. I'll go. You stay here with Yoongi," Namjoon got up with a grunt and his husband just hummed, "Be back soon!" He slid the door open and closed it.

"Where's Joon hyung going?" Yoongi looked up from his food when he heard the door closing.

"He's going to ask about something to doctor Gu," Seokjin smiled. The hybrid cared enough about them to ask something like that, "How's the food?" Seokjin asks back. He was now slouching with his head resting on his folded arms that were on the bed near Yoongi's feet. Sure that his view was blocked, but he got tired of sitting. But he still wanted to be close to Yoongi.

"It's bland," The hybrid used the word he just learned which made Seokjin smile, "I like hyung's cooking better."

"Really?" The elder's chest blooms with the fact that Yoongi remembered and liked his cooking, "Do you want me to cook something for you again?"

"Yesyesyesyesyes!!" The boy nods furiously causing Seokjin to laugh.

"I'll note that. But for now, you need to finish this, okay? You're not allowed to eat outside food yet." He smiles as he speaks.

"Why?" The kid tilts his head.

"Well… You need to recover and… how do I say it?  The hospital food suits your needs…?" He himself was unsure of his words, "Like… It's best for you because they know your condition. And the hospital's food is healthy even though it's tasteless." He hopes Yoongi understands.

And Yoongi does cause he's now nodding slowly with a jutted bottom lip and puts another spoonful into his mouth. Chewing lazily even though the congee doesn't have to be chewed.

"But how long do I have to eat this?" Yoongi asked, words a little slurred and muffled because he was pouring heavily.

"Mmmn…. Dunno. Maybe a few days? Or when doctor Gu says that it's okay. Or maybe... till you get out of here!" He laughed again when he saw Yoongi pout getting heavier and heavier with every option.

"Wanna get out of here quickly!" Yoongi was now eating the tofu soup.

"Then recover quickly! Quickly get better!" He played along with his tone just to see Yoongi smile. He swears that his smile does wonders to him, makes him feel things.

"Mn!! I will!" The kid said while aiming his spoon towards the roof, holding it like a sword.

Then Seokjin's phone vibrated next to him. He turns it on to see a message notification.

—

Joonie  

They're here

Since I'm already here I'm going first

It's your turn when I get back

Don't worry, I won't make up stories and all

Wish me luck!

Seokjin

Okay, don't get them the wrong idea, please?

If you can, make it easy for me cos I think I'll be panicking in there

They won't hit… right? No handcuffs too?

Not like in the movies when they interrogate the suspects?

Joonie

What the heck??

Of course not hyung!

We're not criminals!

Seokjin

Just making sure :(

Joonie

Right_-

Anyways, yeah I'll try to make it easy for you

Seokjin

Okiee!

Good luck Joonie!

—

He giggles a little at their text. Joonie is just too cute for him sometimes.

He turned off his phone and placed it down on the bed again. He's not actually worried about the things he asked Namjoon. He's just messing around to lighten his own mood (and maybe Namjoon's). Of course he knows that they won't hit him or use handcuffs.

"I'm finished!" The sound of the spoon clanking against the bowl startled Seokjin for a second but he recovers quickly with a smile.

"Such a good boy, Yoonie," He gave the hybrid a pat on the head. Yoongi smiled contently to the touch and compliment, "Wow you've finished everything!" He exaggerates his word leaving Yoongi giggling with pride, "Wanna eat the dessert or banana first?" He lifts his hand away from the younger's head.

"What's the dessert?" The kid's gaze went to the tray.

"This is… I think it's pudding. Yeah it's pudding, chocolate and vanilla pudding with vla." He lifted the cup of pudding which has the flavors stacked nicely inside along with the vla on top.

"I want that!" Yoongi made grabby hands and Seokjin chuckles, of course he chose the sweet one, "What's vla?" Yoongi asked again as he watched the cup being opened.

"Vla is… something made of milk. It's good." He even licked a little of the said food that got stuck onto his hand.

"I like milk," The hybrid scooped a spoon of the pudding using the plastic spoon. His face lit up when he tasted it, "Yum! It's good!" He cheers, almost spilling the cup of pudding.

"Good to know. That's probably the most flavorful thing from here, right?" Seokjin chuckles seeing the other nod without any hesitation.

It wasn't long before Yoongi finished the cup. He pouts again when there's none left but he doesn't fuss about it. Instead, he picked up the banana and asked the elder to open it, which the elder happily did so. He teached Yoongi how to open it neatly. The hybrid watched him with careful eyes.

"Are you full?" Seokjin asks once all there's left is the banana peel and empty dishes on the table that's already been put aside.

"Mmn," Yoongi nods after he finishes drinking, "I'm sleepy now." A yawn followed his sentence.

"Then sleep." It's still around 6 PM, sleeping might not be the best idea at this time. But considering that Yoongi needs to recover, he guesses that it's okay. He hoped Yoongi could sleep until morning.

"Will hyung be here when I wake up?" The hybrid said as he lay down with another yawn, careful of his shoulder.

Another yawn escapes Yoongi as he waits for Seokjin to answer. The elder had a tight lipped smile. He wasn't sure if they'd let him stay for the night.

"Umm... I'll try. But no promises." He doesn't know exactly when visiting hours start. If the visiting hours started before Yoongi woke up and he could make it, then he'll keep his promise. He doubts it though. If he remembers correctly, usually it'll start at around 10 AM, and if Yoongi sleeps now till morning, he'll wake up earlier than that.

"S'okay. Just… Wish hyung would be by my side." Yoongi slurred, eyes already heavy and his mind was fogged with sleep. A question popped in Seokjin's head and he hesitates to ask.

"What do you feel when you're around hyung?" The elder asked after pondering a while.

"Mmn… Dunno. Just… feel good." He could tell how Yoongi was trying his best to fight the sleep, earning a light giggle from Seokjin.

"Okay then. Now, go sleep. Hyung will stay here till you sleep." He lifted a hand to stroke the hybrid's ears triggering purrs that send the maker into sleep quickly. Seokjin smiles at the sight.

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"Kim Namjoon, right?" The man in uniform asks as he leaned forward on the table.

"Yes, and who may I address you as?" The dimpled man questioned back.

"Call me officer Kang," The man, officer Kang said with a slight smile, a very slight smile. Namjoon hopes that this officer isn't some kind of cocky guy.

"So, how did you know Yoongi?" Straight to the point, not bad, Namjoon thought in his head.

"Me and my boyfriend met him at the mall. He bumped into us and he was lost so we helped him get back to his parents." The dimpled man says nonchalantly, figure clearly relaxed and unintimidated by the officer. He thinks addressing Seokjin as his "husband" wouldn't be a good idea for this case considering that they're not legally married and it might make things messy. He'll make sure he tells Seokjin about this so they'll say the same thing.

"How did you get to know him that well?" Officer Kang's eyes were sharp, as if he's trying to read Namjoon.

"We met him a second time near his home and we sort of became closer since then." He fixed his position.

"Elaborate, please." The officer did the same.

"Well, me and my boyfriend dropped by his place once in a while to come and say hi to Yoongi. Not everyday though. Just when we have time or when we're not too tired." He chuckled a bit at his white lie. They literally passed by every single day .

"Do you always see him when you drop by?" Officer Kang looks more relaxed and so does his tone.

"No, but I guess that's a good thing because if we see him when we drop by that means he's out in the cold alone," He smiles, "But maybe it's not also that good inside his place considering what we're suspecting here, right?" He quirked his brows before his sly smile deepens and so does his dimples. Officer Kang snorts.

"Yeah right." He scoffs.

Silence filled the room as the officer wrote things on the notepad in front of him. Namjoon only watched him with a relaxed posture as his smile died down.

"So, this "boyfriend" you're mentioning is… Kim Seokjin?" He made quoting gestures with his hand as he said the word. Namjoon nodded. Then he remembered the ring he and Seokjin shared so he sneakily removed it to another finger, he hoped that the officer didn't notice "Okay… Got anything else? Like maybe… why are you suspecting there's abuse in Yoongi's household?" The same question that doctor Gu asked.

Namjoon sighed quietly as he straightened from his seat and held himself up by placing his arms on his thighs. He looked somewhere blankly, a sign that he's thinking before clearing his throat.

"As I mentioned, we met him at the mall because he was lost from his parents," Officer Kang nods, "Mmn… From there we just felt something was off I guess. Like how skinny he is, how he acted when he bumped into my boyfriend. He… looked really scared and kept saying "Don't hurt me" over and over again. Or like when his mother came he wasn't nor looked like he was happy. Or how he would freeze up when he heard something about his father. So yeah, that's suspicious, right officer? Oh also when my boyfriend offered to pick him up and touch his shoulder, he almost cried again and when his mother hugged him she didn't look like she cared." The dimpled man tries to think of other examples or moments as the officer nods.

"So you live near his place and that's why you often drop by?" Wait, shouldn't you ask me that in the beginning?

"Uh… yeah, me and my boyfriend usually pass by there on our way to work and on our way back." He tries his best not to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh so you two live together?" Officer Kang looked up from his notes seeing Namjoon faking a smile.

"Yes. Yes we do." His lips twitched in annoyance. He doesn't know if it's just him that read or watched too many books and movies to have high expectations, or is it just the officer that's… he doesn't know what word to use.

"For how long?" Namjoon could only sigh.

"Four and a half years." 

"Wow such a long time!" Officer Kang chuckled, "Why not just get married if you're that serious?" He's obviously joking, right? Namjoon doesn't have to answer that with words and just with an awkward-annoyed laugh. He's gotta be joking. But it's a straight dagger for Namjoon.

"Anyways, I guess that's it? Yeah I guess so. I'll be needing to interrogate your "boyfriend" now." He made another quote gesture with his hands.

"Sure, I'll get him." He gave a tight lipped smile before standing up and storming off. He doesn't like this guy.

He walks along the corridor while sighing heavily. He was nervous of course, very nervous (well maybe not as much as Seokjin will be), but he had to keep the strong act so he could really tell how the officer was. And from his analysis, he's not a good one.

He slid the door open to see the sight of Yoongi sleeping soundly on the bed and his husband slouched over to the foot of the bed, head nesting soundly on his folder arms. Judging by the steady rise and fall of his fugure, he's sleeping. He smiles at the cute sight but also cursed to himself because he has to wake his husband up.

"Hyung, Jinnie," He softly shook and ran his hand down the elder's spine, "Babe, wake up." He softly kissed his husband's exposed cheek.

"Mmn…" Seokjin groans as his eyes flutter open, "Did I fall asleep?" Namjoon nods as Seokjin rose, "How long?" He yawns while covering his mouth.

"Dunno, but I'm done with the interview ." He said, making Seokjin chuckle. But that chuckle stopped immediately when he realized something.

"Wait, my turn?!" He whisper-shouted, remembering the hybrid who was sleeping.

"Uh-huh," Namjoon ran a soothing arm down his husband's hand, "Don't worry, it's not scary even though the officer made it look like it is," His face grimaced at the mention of him, "But I promise that it's easy once you obtain dominance," He jokes again, still earning a laugh from Seokjin albeit his panicking state, "You'll do fine."

"Yeah, okay I will. Just… scared I might mess up," He stood up, "How do I look? Like I just woken up?"

"Nope," Namjoon smiles as his husband checks himself on a reflective surface before walking to the door, "Oh shoot right," He said, making Seokjin turn around, "Um… I said that you're my boyfriend and you should too to avoid any… yeah," He said guiltily, "Oh and I said that we usually drop by his place."

"Mnn okay. Bye." He waves.

"He's in doctor Gu's office by the way!"

"Kay!"

"So Kim Seokjin?" The man starts.

"Yes." He tries to do as Namjoon said, look like he's not scared.

"Kim Namjoon's "boyfriend" and has been living with him for… Four and a half years." Again, that hand quote thingy.

"Yep, that's right." Seokjin could feel his ears turning red.

"Kim Namjoon said you two met Yoongi at a mall and he bumped into you guys. He was lost so you guys helped find his parents," Seokjin nods, if Namjoon has told him everything then it's pointless having this interrogation, "He then said that you two drop by Yoongi's place once in a while and that you two don't always see him every time you drop by," Officer Kang looked up from his notes and Seokjin nods again, "Okay then," He picks up his pen, "Now, you were the one who found Yoongi yesterday, right? Tell me about the situation at that time. What were you doing, how was he, why were you there etc." Oh, he didn't thought about that question.

"I was going home from work and was deciding to drop by Yoongi's place or not," The officer maintained eye contact, "Eventually I chose to drop by and when I arrived, I just saw his tail on the snow and I just… had a bad feeling, a really bad one. I tried to call him but he didn't respond and well, I approached him and saw him in that state." He feels his breath being held by the officer's strong gaze.

"And how was his state at that time?" Officer Kang leans forward.

"He was covered in snow, of course. And blood too I guess. He was pale and I thought he died because his lips were so blue. But I checked his pulse." Seokjin shifted in his seat.

"What did you do after that?"

"I panicked but then rushed to the hospital. Tried to keep him warm with the car heater and my jacket, but I didn't know if it worked or not." He squirms in his seat, the stare is becoming uncomfortable.

"Mmn okay," Officer Kang took note, "Let's say that Yoongi was dead at that time, what would you do?"

"What? Of course I would still go to the hospital! Or would call for help." Was the officer hoping Seokjin would answer something like "Just leave him there"? He's not that kind of person, thank you very much.

"Okay, okay, just asking," The officer waves his hand, "Now, did you do anything else? I feel like… You're closer slash more attached to Yoongi. Did you notice anything strange with his parents or maybe you learned something that's suspicious?" He changed into a more relaxed position when he felt Seokjin's glare.

Seokjin could only sigh.

"There was this time when I personally came up to his door and before I even knocked he already got out, alone ," He made sure to point out the word, "Then I asked him what was he doing and where his parents were and he said that usually they'll come back at night, which means during the day he's alone." He pressed at the word.

"Oo that's concerning. What happens next?" Officer Kang looks interested.

"We went to the nearby park and he… never felt what it feels like to be… scratched? You know those back ear scratches that hybrids likes? Well not all hybrids," The other nods, "He doesn't know what a good ear scratch feels like," Seokjin sighs.

"So… He never felt what an ear scratch is?" Officer Kang leans further.

"No, he said he felt it but it doesn't feel good?" He's sure that that's what Yoongi said.

"Ah so maybe he meant like it hurts or something," The sound of the officer's finger snapping sounded. Seokjin only shrugs, "Anything else that happened?"

"Mmn…" Seokjin hummed as he racked his brains, "Ah yes!" Officer Kang flinched at the sudden volume, "I'm not sure of this. I'm just assuming but," He leans closer to the officer as if he's going to tell a secret, "I think his mother is not the most loyal person out there." He said with a frown.

"Is that so? Then that's alarming," Seokjin nods as he sat back, "Okay then, guess that's all. Thank you for your cooperation." Officer Kang bows after he stands up.

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"So, how did it go?" Was the first thing Namjoon asked when he saw his husband entering.

"Fine I guess. Even though that "boyfriend" thingy annoyed me a bit." He shrugs and walked over to the other who was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"Really? I don't like him," He secures a hand around the elder, "Yoongi woke up a little by the way. But he's asleep again now."

"Mmn good then. Shall we head back? But let's buy some band-aids first, okay?" He looks up to meet Namjoon's gaze.

"Sure. You should be more careful by the way." The younger lifted the elder's hand to kiss it.

Chapter Text

"Hi, Yoonie!" Seokjin said cheerily as the sliding door opened.

"Hyung!" The hybrid tore his gaze away from the woman who was talking to him. His face lit up and he fist his hands to the air towards Seokjin making the adults in the room laugh.

"Happy to see hyung?" The man said as he placed his bag on the sofa and gave an acknowledging nod to the woman.

"Mmn!" Yoongi nods with a gummy smile.

"I'm going to take my leave now that someone's here with Yoongi." The nurse chirped in the two's giggling fit. The adults exchanged bows before the nurse got out of the room.

"What was she doing here, Yoongi?" Seokjin asked while taking a seat next to the bed and rest an elbow on the end of it where the safety railings weren't blocking.

"She said she will keep me…" Yoongi trails off, trying to find the right words.

"Company?" The elder finished for him with a smile. The boy nods.

"Is she nice?" Seokjin asked as he moved the fringe of Yoongi's hair away from his eyes, he really needed a haircut.

"She's nice. She smiles a lot. Talks a lot too but it's okay." The kid shakes his head, spoiling the things that the elder just did with his hair.

"Is that so? You like her more than hyung?" He giggles when the hybrid immediately lifts his ears and tail up.

"No! I like hyung better!" Yoongi said, tone sounding like he's being accused while his tail thumps loudly on the ground triggering a fit of laughter from Seokjin of how cute he is.

"Okay, okay, hyung knows." The elder said while covering his mouth.

"Hyung is going to leave? It's still morning." The kid asks once the other's laughter dies down.

"Yep, hyung took a day off." He says proudly while unconsciously puffing his chest out.

"Mmn? A day off? What's that?" Yoongi asks curiously, head tilting to the side as his tail sways near him.

"Mmn… it's not going to work but with… permission." Does Yoongi know what permission means? Well it seems like he does because he's nodding with understandment.

"Oh yeah! Hyung, look!" Yoongi showed the back of his hand where it has a big band-aid on it. It was from the drip.

"You don't need the drip anymore?" Yoongi shakes his head with a smile, triggering a giggle out of the elder, "That's good. You can move freely again!" Yoongi nods again.

Then, silence started to grow.

"Have you eaten?" Seokjin asks to fill the growing silence.

"Mmn," Yoongi nods, "I ate pancakes and drank milk! There was chocolate and um… something blue inside the pancakes and it's yummy!" He cheerfully said. It took the elder a while to rack his brains and think of what those blue things he mentioned are.

"Blueberries?" He asks and Yoongi shrugs, "Mmn… Did you finish everything?" The hybrid nods, "Good. You shouldn't waste food." He ruffles his hair.

Silence. It's growing a little uncomfortable.

"So, what are you going to do for the day?" It was an attempt to shoo the awkward silence. Yoongi shrugs.

"Hyung?" He countered.

"Hmm…" Seokjin animatedly thinks, "Does your wounds still hurt?"

"A little. But it's okay." The younger shakes his head.

"Then… wanna go to the park down stairs? I think you need some fresh air after a while of being trapped here, don't you?" He saw a little outdoor space that looked like a park when he browsed about the hospital last night. It's a good idea to him.

"Okay. Is it cold?" Yoongi's tail wrapped around himself.

"I think so. But I bought a spare jacket with me! It'll be a little big on you though." He got up and walked over to the sofa where his bag was sitting. He did plan to take Yoongi out of the room, therefore he bought a knitted jacket for Yoongi. The jacket was his nephew's until he accidentally brought it home with him after a family gathering. Hey, finders keepers, right?

He took the neatly folded knit jacket out of his black Givenchy bag and unfolds it to show Yoongi. He knows that it wasn't the warmest, but he didn't have time to buy a new one. He wished he had though. Maybe taking Yoongi on a shopping trip would be a good idea.

The elder bought the clothing item closer to the bed so the hybrid could see it up close.

"Here. I know it's not the best but it's better than none." He says guiltily as the hybrid eyed the jacket.

"Doesn't smell like hyung…?" He questions after taking a few sniffs.

"It's not mine and it's been a while since I last saw it so it was somewhere deep in my closet. But don't worry, I've washed it," He placed the clothing on the bed railing, "So, what do you say? We'll go if you wear it."

The hybrid nodded and Seokjin immediately springs into helping him. He took down the barriers on his side and told Yoongi to stay before he heard a final "click" indicating that it's in place. He then gestured to Yoongi that he's allowed to slowly move to the edge. He helped the boy by holding his injured arm to keep his balance. There were the shoes that Yoongi arrived in under the bed and he decides that they'll have to go with that.

He escorted Yoongi to the sofa so he could put on his shoes for him.

"I can do it on my own!" The hybrid made grabby hands towards his shoes.

"Hyung will put it on you. It might affect your shoulder, Yoonie." His tone was warning and he kneels down after fetching the shoes from under the bed.

Yoongi didn't make any comments about that. He just sat there with a pout in defeat. Maybe Seokjin was a little too much with his tone.

The hybrid's shoes were– he doesn't know if it's okay or polite to say this but they're hideous. It was dirty and there were rips on them. Thankfully it was dry and not smelly.

"Done!" He stated as he stood up, Yoongi flinched a little, "Let's go!" He was already holding the hybrid's hand on the uninjured side.

Yoongi brightens and jumps down from the piece of furniture as he follows Seokjin who was guiding them out of the ward.

"Don't move your shoulder too much, okay? Tell me if you're tired or if something's hurting." Seokjin made sure the hybrid nodded and understood.

Both of them walked, well, Yoongi was skipping happily alongside Seokjin through the corridor. The elder could only look at him with fondness as he made sure the cat wasn't putting too much pressure on his shoulder and wounds.

"It's a little cold." Yoongi commented once they stood outside.

"Too cold?" Yoongi shakes his head. The elder took that as a sign that to go on.

They then reached a bench where both of them sat down, enjoying the view of the white snow. Seokjin made sure to keep the hybrid close to share his warmth.

"Are you happy?" Seokjin asked when he heard Yoongi taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

"Uh-huh. Hyung's here and it's nice," He looks up, "Where's Joon hyung?"

"He's at work. He didn't take a day off." He couldn't help but smile widely.

"Why not?" Yoongi tilts his head.

"Well… unlike me, he's not that free you know? I work at my own restaurant so I'm the boss," The elder tries to explain it as simply as possible. He's been doing that a lot lately, "Why? Do you want him to be here?" His heart bursted and he tried his best to contain his squealing when Yoongi nodded.

They just sat there in silence. Unlike the silences in the room, this was a comfortable one with the white noises of cars and birds chirping. When Yoongi started to shiver, Seokjin put a hand around his small figure. The sun was getting warmer as time passed by. Yoongi looked like he was sunbathing so the other offered to move benches. The hybrid agreed so they moved to a bench with less shades so the sun could reach better.

"Do you like the sun?" Seokjin mindlessly asked as a conversation starter.

"Sometimes. Don't like it when it's too bright… or hot." The hybrid opened his eyes revealing rich-honey colored irises and slit pupils. Last night Seokjin noticed his eyes were dark brown, was it because of the lighting?

"Is that so? Do you usually sunbathe?" The elder admired those eyes. But Yoongi snapped his head towards him, his pupils instantly dilated from the change of brightness.

"What's sunbathe?" He asks while tilting his head. Seokjin thinks that it's a habit of the younger– to tilt his head when he's confused.

"It's what you're doing now. Sitting under the sunlight. Do you do this often?" He explains with a smile as he gives a light ruffle to the hybrid's hair.

"Mmn… No. I don't know where to do it," Yoongi said before facing the sun again, "There's no sun in my home." It took Seokjin a while to get what it meant but once he did, he only let out a dragged "Oo".

They sat in another wave of silence. It was… pleasant you could say. There were other people too that were walking around the small area. There were no leaves on the trees so Seokjin could see some people and cars on the other side of the area. It was starting to get a little crowded after another five minutes. More cars were starting to come in and out.

He flicked his wrist before he looked at his watch. It was a little over nine-thirty so no wonder. He fought a little with himself to tell Yoongi that it's time to head back, the boy looked so peaceful and happy. But all good things must come to an end, right? So he gently shook Yoongi's shoulder.

"It's time to go back," The elder said once those honey eyes were on him, "We can do this again tomorrow." He reassures.

"Mmn okay." The boy said with a smile. There was a thin layer of sweat on the younger's forehead.

Seokjin was the first one to stand up with Yoongi following his actions. They walked hand-in-hand to the ward. As they walked, the elder thought about what they're going to do to kill time. They can't just spend time in silence like that. He hopes he could figure something out before they got into an awkward silence in the room later.

The elder didn't miss the sad look when they entered the building and the twisted face when they reached the room. He woke up in the unfamiliar room after a frightening event so it's fair that he wasn't too happy with the place. Not to mention that it reeks disinfectant and diseases.

Both of them took off their jackets and Yoongi got out of his shoes and onto the bed.

"Had fun?" He asks even though he already knows the answer. Yoongi gave a nod along with a gummy smile. Then, an idea popped into the elder's head. He wants to know more about Yoongi and now's the perfect time. He'll try to ask Yoongi in a way that he won't be too shaken up though.

"Yoongi-ah," He calls, making Yoongi look at him with a questioning hum, sounded more like a little 'meow' though, "Could you tell hyung more about you? I'll tell you more about hyung– like a game! How's that sound?" He asks while resting his head on the end of the bed using his folded arms as a pillow. Yoongi tilted his head a little, "You could ask anything!" He made a half hearted big gesture on the last word.

"Anything?" Yoongi gasped with a surprise expression.

"Mmn! Anything!" He chuckles when Yoongi nods vigorously.

Seokjin took out his phone and opened the voice recording app. This could be useful if Yoongi decided to tell any information that could help with the investigation. He could give this to the police later if there was really useful information. But that also means he needs to be aware of what he's saying because it's all recorded.

"So, who shall start first?" He looked at Yoongi when the phone started recording. Yoongi shrugs, "How about we decide with rock paper scissors? Do you know rock paper scissors?" Yoongi nods.

"I saw someone playing it in the park. But I dunno how to play it…" The boy sounds ashamed of himself as he ducks his head down.

"Hey, hey! It's okay! Hyung can teach you!" Rock paper scissors is essential to know! "You know how to make rock paper scissors with your hands?"

"I do, I do!" Yoongi immediately looked up with a smile. He shows the elder that he can do it. His tiny hand and fingers were still a little stiff and wobbly. He also got it a little wrong when he showed scissors, but it's okay.

"Good! Yoongi's such a smart boy!" The elder compliments and he could see the light blush dusting the younger's cheek, "Now, here are the rules," He said seriously, being a little dramatic causing Yoongi to furrow his eyebrows in concentration as he carefully paid attention, "Paper wins against rock," He made sure to show the shapes so Yoongi could understand better, "Rock wins against scissors," A nod, "Scissors win against paper," Another nod, "So that means Paper loses to scissors, scissors loses to rock, and rock loses to paper, got it?" It took the younger a while to process the information but he nodded. It was quite confusing for rock paper scissors to be explained like this.

"I understand." Yoongi nods again while saying.

"Okay, let's decide with it then," Yoongi looks like he's on the edge of his seat, "You need to show what you choose when I say "shoot", okay?" Yoongi nods again with anticipation, "Rock," The elder lifts his hand so Yoongi followed, "Paper," Yoongi's tail wags impatiently, "Scissors," He's purposely dragging this out for maximum dramatic-ness, "Shoot!"

Yoongi was a second late to showing his hand because he jumped a little at the elder's sudden volume but of course Seokjin let that slide. The results were Yoongi winning. The boy let out a squeal of happiness when he realized he won.

"Hyung, look! I won!!" The boy said with pure excitement and happiness.

"Oh my God! How did you do it?!" He exaggerates and covers his mouth. But he is surprised that Yoongi could understand his twisty explanation so quickly. Yoongi only giggles bashfully as another response.

"Can we play more rock paper scissors later?" The hybrid asks once his laughter dies down.

"Of course! Now, ask away, Yoonie." Seokjin relaxed. Yoongi looks so cute while he's thinking.

"Dunno what to ask…" The younger one said as he thought, "Ah, I know! How old is hyung?" The hybrid planted both of his hands on the bed after he said that.

"Hyung's twenty-eight years old." The elder said and Yoongi wore a shocked expression.

"That's… that's a lot!" The Younger still looks shocked, "Hyung's so old!" A straight dagger piercing through the elder. Just smile through the pain.

"I– well, yes. I am old," He sighs in defeat. He kept reminding himself that Yoongi's just a kid, "Okay, my turn! Let's see," He changes the topic, he should ask basic questions first before slowly moving towards more… triggering ones, "What's your favorite color?"

"Blue! I like blue!" The hybrid threw his hands up into the air.

It goes on like that for some time. Yoongi asked about Seokjin's favorite food (Which he couldn't answer) and then the other asked back with what's his favorite fruit. Just some simple and basic questions to beat around the bush.

After a few rounds of asking, he thinks it's time.

"My favorite animal is… a dog or a cat maybe? Or maybe a sugar glider? Hamster? I can't choose!" He goans in fake frustration.

"Hyung's been saying that a lot!" Yoongi huffed.

"Well sorry! I really don't know! I like a lot of things!" He counters, earning an adorable huff from the hybrid, "Okay, okay, my turn," He thought about what to ask first, he doesn't want it to be too triggering and ruin the mood too much, "What… what bad things does your mom like to do?" He hopes that the earlier questions would put the younger's guard down so he could answer honestly.

"Hmm…" Yoongi looked up as the gears in his head turned, "She likes to shout a lot. She also sleeps really late. She also likes to hit me, but it doesn't hurt as much as when dad does it." The hybrid said nonchalantly. His plan worked.

"Is that so? Okay, your turn!" The elder changes the topic before Yoongi realizes anything.

"Does hyung have a brother?" Seokjin's eyebrows raised a little for a second before smiling at the thought of his older brother.

"I do, I have a big brother. We're not really related– I mean… he's not really my brother, he's a mouse hybrid. But I treat him like a brother and my parents treat him like their own son. So yeah, he's my brother." He explains with a smile as he recalls funny moments and arguments that he had with the mouse hybrid.

"Really?? That's cool!" Yoongi sounds amazed, "I've always wanted a brother to keep me com- com-"

"Company." The elder finishes for him and Yoongi nods.

"Hyung's turn!" The younger pulled his legs up to his chest as his eyes were still on the other.

"Let's see…" The elder drifted into thought, "What bad things does your dad do?"

"Hmm… He likes to hit me and mom. Likes to shout too. He's not home a lot. Always watch the TV. He likes to have… I don't know what it's called." Yoongi pouts.

"What is it like?" Seokjin was genuinely curious and concerned.

"Something in his mouth. He burns it with fire and there's smoke coming out of his mouth after that. It also hurts..." Hurts? Seokjin wonders in his head. The elder could see Yoongi starting to shrink a little.

"What do you mean it hurts?" From the descriptions, he guesses it's maybe a cigarette that Yoongi's talking about.

"It hurts when it touches me…" With how the hybrid was curling to himself, Seokjin worries that it's becoming too much. But they've reached this far and he wants to confirm one more thing about this topic.

"Does he… have needles or maybe powder that he..." How does he say this? "Use it... on their… nose…?" He cringes to himself from how he said it, but he doesn't know how to say it in another way.

"Ah, yeah! Dad and mom like to poke themselves with needles too! It didn't look like it hurts though." The kid points at his arm to show where they poke (read: injects) themselves. Seokjin glanced at his phone which was still recording, as if the future listener could see him.

"Ah okay," Another question comes to his mind. He feels bad that he's been skipping the younger's turns, "Is there a lot of… glass bottles in your apartment?" Yoongi froze a little at the mention and the elder immediately sat up, the chair made screeching sounds and his thigh hit the bed frame but he didn't care, "I- I- You don't have to answer that if you don't want to!"

"Um… y- yeah… there's a lot of bo- bottles…" The hybrid's voice breaks and Seokjin curses at himself for pushing him too far.

"Yoon-"

"That's what he used to… to… to… to hit- hit me…" The younger choked a little. Well that solves a mystery.

Then, silence…

Seokjin feels guilty when he hears the first sniffing sound from the hybrid. Yoongi curled to himself even further. The tense silence wasn't helping him. He feels bad for pushing the limits. But thankfully it resulted in something.

"Yoongi," Seokjin finally said after a while. The younger looks up, he looks so small like that "It's your turn." Hopefully this could solve the silence and the tension.

"Mmn okay," The corner of Yoongi's lips quirked up a little, "Does hyung like me?" The elder was again, surprised by the question.

"Of course I do. You're cute, smart, strong and brave." He booped the younger's nose earning a giggle.

"Really?" The hybrid's eyes glimmer with the unshed tears earlier.

"Yeah. Really. Namjoon does too." He made sure to include his husband. Yoongi's eyes suddenly turned into a sad gaze.

"Mom never said she likes me… Dad too…" Another sniff.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Talk about the devil.

Chapter Text

The door opened with no knock, no "excuse me", no warning. How rude.

Talk about the devil.

There she was, staring at the two for a brief second before she was dashing towards Seokjin . The man was fast enough to avoid her intentional hug which she covers up by holding the edge of the bed. Her eyes were still on the man though and not Yoongi. The two adults held each other's gaze as the man processed everything that's happening. He must look like a deer caught in headlights.

"Umm…" Seokjin was the first one to break the silence and he immediately looked over to Yoongi, who had an expressionless face but the elder could tell that he was shaken up.

"Ah- oh- um- sorry, you're just so… handsome…" The woman said as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. If it wasn't for the thick layer of foundation she's wearing, Seokjin maybe could already see her red cheeks.

He caught a swift smell of alcohol. Was it from the woman? It should be. No one in the room drank so the possibility of the intruder carrying that smell is the highest. Does that mean she's drunk?

She didn't make any attempt to look at Yoongi until the man did so. She immediately tore her gaze away from Seokjin to Yoongi.

"Y- Yoongi, are you okay??" The man took this chance to quickly move to the other side of the bed. He took down the barriers on that side and Yoongi immediately hugged him tightly.

"Don't like…" It was barely a whisper against the man's stomach so only he could hear it.

"Don't worry, hyung's here." He soothes his hand up and down the hybrid's back, careful to avoid the wounds.

"Yoongi…" The woman caught both of their attention. The hybrid's tail straightens. Seokjin looked up to see her biting her lip in what could be annoyance (and maybe a little jealousy too).

"Uh-"

"Yoongi you come home this instant!" She leans forward to grab the boy's arm but Seokjin was quick enough to press the nurse calling button on the wall near him. He wasn't fast enough to stop the woman's movements though. The hybrid wailed in pain from his shoulder being forced to move that much. The man quickly swats the hand away and lifts the hybrid up, securing his hands around him protectively.

"You're drunk…?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. The woman, however, didn't answer it and instead just leaned further to the bed and grabbed the hybrid's tail. Yoongi went rigid as a sob broke through.

"Hyung!" He sobs as he hugged his hyung tighter after his tail was let go. He immediately curled the extra limb around his hyung.

"Yoongi-ah- hic- come home!!" She shouted at full volume. Both Seokjin and the hybrid flinched at the sudden loudness and he hopes the nurses are coming soon.

"You're drunk." Was all that the man could say when he smelled the strong scent of alcohol from her. She giggled.

"Are you also attached to that handsome man? Well bad news for you 'ause he's– mine!" She stood up and walked over to the two, "Look at that face… What should I do so you would come with me?" She leans closer to his ear, "I'm good with my mouth." She whispered, her breath fanning against Seokjin's ear seductively. Goosebumps rose on the back of his neck and his face flushed.

"But he's mine! " A hand suddenly appeared on her shoulder and the moment Seokjin registered it, she was already yanked back to the bed and an arm was placed firmly and securely around him.

"J- Joon?" He was still shocked. His husband's expression shouted anger and disgust.

"Hel- Oh my God!" A nurse entered, they didn't hear the knocking.

"Yoongi-ah come!" She pounced towards the hybrid but Namjoon was quick to push her back. She landed on the ground with a loud thud. That's gotta hurt. Her tongue clicked and she looked up to them, "The fuck?! And who are you?! You shit don't- hic- don't deserve such a handsome face!" A hiccup, she wasn't crying though.

"Joon, don't!" It took Seokjin all his might to wrap himself around his husband in hopes to stop the taller man from kicking the woman. If he did, things would get messier and he doesn't want to deal with it, "What are you doing just standing there?! Call the security! Take her away!" He shouts at the nurse who was frozen at the door.

"Se- se- security!" She hesitantly shouted.

"Hyung." Both Namjoon and Yoongi said at the same time in a different tone. One is out of anger and one is out of fear.

"Joon, don't. I don't want to deal with the police anymore than this. I don't want you to be taken away," He hopes his voice and calm tone could get through the taller man, "And you Yoongi, don't worry. Hyung's here, you're safe." He lets Yoongi bury his face into the crook of his neck. Calming two people at the same time is harder than he thought.

"Fucking hell! Can't I just have a good looking-hot guy with me rather than some fat-ugly shithead?!" She shouted. Her neck was red, she's definitely drunk. Seokjin planted himself in front of Namjoon to stop him from doing anything towards her.

"But hyung." Namjoon and Yoongi said at the same time again. He's starting to get a headache. Then, Yoongi starts full on crying, which made the pounding on his head even worse.

"Hyung, move aside! She's shit talking us and you're just gonna let that slide?! That's unacceptable!"

"Why did I fucking fuck with him?! He's so fat and ugly! That damned cat left me! If he hadn't- hic- I would probably be living with someone good looking than an old shithead like him! Or- hic- maybe if I hadn't met him I'd be with a guy like him!"

"Hyung, I'm scared. M' scared, hyung, please. I- I don't…"

"Sir don't worry the security are on their way. They must've not heard me but I'm sure they're on their way."

His head started to ring. 

"Hyung, move!"

"Hyung m' scared..."

"That ugly fatty!"

"Sir don't-"

That's it.

"OKAY EVERYONE, SHUT UP!! " The room instantly went quiet. Only the sound of Seokjin's panting and Yoongi's sobbing hiccups. Thankfully the elder managed to cover the hybrid's cat ears before he snapped. All eyes were on him now. Everything looks red.

"You!" He faced Namjoon who flinched seeing his sharp gaze. He points at him, stabbing his index finger to the taller man's chest, "If I said no, then NO! You're an adult goddammit! Think like one!" Namjoon shrank right where he stood, "You!" He's now faced toward the woman, "Stop complaining about your life here! This is not a free therapy session! It's you who made wrong decisions and I have nothing, NOTHING, NO-THING, to do with you! So does Yoongi!" He turned towards the nurse who flinched at the weight of his sharp gaze, she was trembling, "You…" He has no more energy to shout so he just sighs, "Get the security here quickly please. I think they didn't hear you considering that you shouted from here," The nurse didn't move, "GO! Call them here now! I'm having a headache and I don't like it!" He stomped his foot a little and the nurse instantly got out.

"Hyu-"

" Shut. It. " He placed a finger on his husband's lips, putting pressure on it and he could see the flash of fear in his eyes. Guess what? He doesn't care.

"You-" All it took was a glare and that woman froze while keeping her mouth shut.

"Now none of you move from your spot!" He orders as he walks over to the other side of the room to sit on the sofa.

"But hyu-"

"Did I shutter?! " Namjoon immediately took a step back and stood frozen there. The woman was the same. She didn't dare move.

Now, he needs to deal with the little one who's really shaken up. He did manage to cover his cat ears when he shouted. At least it could tone down the volume that entered him.

"Yoongi," He said softly, different from his tone to the adults earlier, "Yoongi-ah don't need to be scared, hyung's here." He hugged the hybrid closer with so much care as Yoongi sobbed quietly since he told everyone to shut up.

"H- hyung…" Yoongi whispered and Seokjin feels bad that he scared him badly.

"Yoongi-ah, it's okay if you want to cry. Hyung wasn't mad at you. Hyung was mad at the ones who caused the trouble and made it worse." He glares draggers as the woman and Namjoon. Both of them felt goosebumps from the sharp and cold gaze.

"Here!" The door burst open again causing Yoongi to get startled and cry harder. Seokjin bites back the urge to curse. Two men in uniforms walked into the room and the elder hid Yoongi's head further into his neck. He could already feel a wet patch on his shoulder.

"Which one?" One of the guards asks and Seokjin points at the woman who was sitting on the floor across Namjoon. He signals his husband to come over who obeyed. Namjoon sat next to him and wraps an arm protectively around Seokjin as he glares at the woman

"You guys should be more wary of who comes here. She's obviously drunk and you could see and smell it." He reminds the two guards who bowed at him and said their apologies.

"Yoongi-ah come home you little shit!" Yoongi whimpered and sobbed into his hyung's neck as his mother shouted. The couple glares knives as she was being taken away.

"H- hyung… I'm sorry…" Namjoon said full of guilt as he placed a kiss on his husband's cheek and occupied his empty shoulder.

"I'm sorry too. I just… it was just too much with everyone saying things at the same time and I just snapped." He flashed the dimpled man an apologetic smile before turning his attention to Yoongi. The little boy was still crying his eyes out.

"Yoongi-ah," He caressed the hybrid's head before placing his hand there and the other around his bottom, "Shh, it's okay. She's gone. You're safe with hyung." He gently bounced the boy.

"Excuse me," The same nurse from earlier caught their attention, "Can I help with anything else?" She said still with a hint of fear in her voice.

"Could you change the bed sheets please? That woman sat on it so it's dirty." He knows it's technically not with germs and all. But he hates the fact that she sat on it. That's enough to label it as dirty.

The nurse bowed as a sign that she understands and proceeds to do the task.

"Yoongi-ah, it's okay." He continues to place soothing touches as he waits for the bed to be made.

"Yoonie." Namjoon called but received no answer or movement from the hybrid. He didn't sulk about it and just joined Seokjin in placing soothing touches.

The bed was quickly made since it was a hospital's bed and she just needed to change the sheets. The nurse quickly got out of the room after that leaving the three alone. Seokjin stood up to walk over to the bed and lowered the hybrid on it.

"N- No!!" Yoongi suddenly squirms making the elder almost fall.

"What do you mean?" Seokjin barely caught them from falling down. Yoongi only wrapped himself tighter around his hyung and he understood. The eldest in the room walked back to the sofa and sat back on his spot. He didn't forget to pick his phone up from the table besides the bed. It was still recording so he ended it. His phone was heating up so he placed it next to him for it to cool down.

"Hyung won't let you go. It's okay. Hyung's here. You're safe. She's gone." He repeats those sentences over and over again. He's not sure if it worked, but Yoongi's crying isn't as hard as it was. It could be because he's starting to get tired.

At some point he started to sing a lullaby. His soft and silky voice was perfect for the song. He sang softly while rocking his body side to side, still holding Yoongi close and soothing him.

" Flow of tidal waves sounds like lullaby ," Yoongi pressed his face closer to his hyung's neck, " The baby fell asleep with his elbow as a pillow ." He sang softly. That was the end of the first verse so he made a pause. He was going to continue, but he heard little snores coming from the hybrid. He coos. Yoongi was still hugging him for dear life, but that's okay. It must have shaken him badly.

"How do you always show up in those situations?" He asked his husband who has an arm snaked around him and his head resting on his shoulder. He was also starting to fall asleep because of the lullaby.

"Don't know. I just… wanted to be with you guys but then I saw her," The taller man pulled his husband tighter, "Don't like her." He said protectively and placed a kiss on the elder's neck.

"Mmn me too." He yawns, his anger from earlier made him feel tired. It was a rare thing for him to get that angry. Namjoon also looked scared.

He yawns again. The warmth from Namjoon and Yoongi is making him fall asleep.

"Joon-" He stopped himself because Namjoon was already asleep. A small smile reached up to his lips. Namjoon was still so... childish sometimes. It's a pain in the ass but he still managed till now. He needs to take care of two kids and that's a big task. But it's okay he guesses, cause he loves them.

He loves Yoongi? Yeah, he does. Maybe he's starting to think Yoongi as a part of the family when he's not. If it's like that… then what will he do when Yoongi needs to go to the foster house…?

He shrugs the thought away, puts it in the back of his mind. He doesn't want to worry about things like that now. He rested his head back. His shoulders were going to be stiff later but he couldn't care less if it was because of these two sleeping. His arms were starting to ache so he slowly dropped Yoongi to his lap. The hybrid stirred a bit but otherwise he stayed asleep and buried his face to the elder's chest. He'll have to check on Yoongi's shoulder later.

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Seokjin woke up around an hour later because of the food service. He's glad he's a sleeping beauty so he still looks fine when the worker comes in. He gave a small smile and nod at her before she began placing the plates on the table.

The eldest in the room gently shook his husband who was snoring loudly and sleeping like a fish, his lips opening and closing. Seokjin earned a grunt as a response. He shook his husband again to get him off his shoulder. It worked and the stiff feeling finally rushed over him.

"I heard the commotion earlier, is your son okay?" The worker asked as she finished placing the dishes.

"I hope so. We need to give him another check up on his shoulder." Seokjin completely ignored what she called Yoongi, son .

"Poor thing. Wish him all the best." She bowed and walked out of the room.

"Mn' time is it?" Namjoon said sleepily while rubbing his eye.

"Around lunch time. Why?"

"Hungry." Namjoon was about to drop his head on his husband's shoulder again but the elder quickly avoided him so Namjoon just whined.

"Of course you are," Seokjin giggled at the other's reaction, "But we need to take care of Yoongi first. Wait till he falls asleep again maybe." Namjoon pouted but nodded.

"Yoongi-ah," Seokjin shook him lightly, "Wake up, time to eat." He smiled when Yoongi squirmed.

"Hyung?" The boy called, eyes still puffy from the crying earlier.

"Mm hyung's here. Now it's time to eat, okay?" He carefully placed a hand on the boy's bottom to lift him up so he could take him to the bed.

"Don't go…" Yoongi whispered, reluctant to let the elder's hand go once he was placed on the bed.

"Hyung won't go. Hyung will stay here. Now, eat?" He reassures by ruffling the hybrid's hair.

"What's this?" The kid points at the tray on the table. He's still sleepy.

"Mmn let's see… This is… rice, sausages and chicken, egg rolls with seaweed and this is… strawberry jelly," He took off the covers of each food as he named them, "Can you eat by yourself?" Yoongi nodded and picked up the spoon.

The hybrid began eating, albeit a little slowly. Seokjin watched him with fondness as he took in each bite. He helped Yoongi cut the chicken and sausages into smaller bits so it'll be easier for him.

"You could go ahead and find something to eat first if you want." Seokjin said over his shoulder to Namjoon.

"I'll get something for both of us. Sounds good?" The taller man asked as he stood up.

"Mmn sure. I'm fine with anything." He nodded with a smile and watched Namjoon leave.

"What will hyung eat?" Yoongi asked after he swallowed.

"Dunno. Anything that Namjoon buys I guess. I'm not a picky eater," He rested his head on the safety railing that he just put up, "Does your shoulder hurt?" Yoongi shakes his head. Still, he'll get Yoongi another x-ray just to be safe.

He leans over to grab his phone on the sofa. A few messages from Jinyoung about the restaurant's updates. He said that everything was going fine and there were a lot of customers. Seokjin was too lazy to type so he just sent him a sticker as a reply.

Incoming call. Unknown number.

"Hello?" He said first once the call was connected. Yoongi lifted his head up and Seokjin put a hand in the air towards him as a signal for him to be quiet.

"Does this number belong to Kim Seokjin?" The woman on the other line asked.

"Yes, Kim Seokjin speaking. And this is…?" 

"This is the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department joined with Hybrid and Child Protection. We called you to make sure that you were the one who was harassed this morning by Min Ahin?"

"Yes, you're correct." So that's her name, he said in his head. Her actions don't match her name, he said in his head again. (Ahin means humane, kind, considerate and other similar words)

"We would also want to confirm that you were the one who's involved in… Min Yoongi's abuse case?" 

"Correct." His brows were knit together.

"If that's so then we would highly appreciate your cooperation in this case. We would like to inform you that the investigation, investigation to the victim's and suspect's apartment will be done in two days."

"What?! Two days?! Isn't that too long?! It's already been two days since I reported the case and there's still two days more of waiting?!" He accidentally startled Yoongi so he strokes his head to calm him, "As I know, this is not now child abuse is treated!"

"Well… sir, child and hybrid abuse are treated differently. Hybrid abuse– adult or child have different procedures and will take longer because of circumstances."

"And that is? What are the circumstances?" His voice sounded rougher.

"That's… classified information, sir-" "Really? Isn't equality what's the country aiming for? South Korea is considered as one of the countries who dealt with this problem well and is praised for how we- no, how you deal with abuse and neglect to hybrids. Is that just a title then? Just words? Cause if the country is one of the countries who deal with this equality problem well , then by now Yoongi's case should have been confirmed!" He feels his anger rise.

"I- I'm… I'm just doing my job sir. My job was just to inform you…" The other line sounded… frightened. Seokjin had snapped once today and the remaining of his anger was still present.

"Right. Yeah, yeah. Sorry for bothering. Thank you for the information. Anything else?"

"U- uh… N- no sir. Well call you again for further notice."

"Okay then. Goodbye." He immediately ends the call.

He sighs in frustration. He can't be mad to anyone though. He glares at his phone screen as he scrolls through his piling notifications. There were three missed calls from the same number as the one that just called him. One from forty-five minutes ago, one from thirty, and one from fifteen. He sighs as he slams his phone down on the bed. He didn't really notice Yoongi flinching.

"Hyung's angry?" Yoongi looked at him. Seokjin sighs again.

"Yeah, a little I guess." He admitted, a gentle smile still displayed on his lips.

"Sorry…" The hybrid looks down with shame. That's when he realizes what he should be doing. Yoongi is still shaken up from what happened earlier, it's his job as… Yoongi's comfort place (?) to make him feel safe. Not intimidate him by being angry even though the anger isn't directed to him.

"Nononono! Don't need to apologize, Yoonie. Hyung's not angry at you. Hyung can't be angry at you. You did nothing wrong." He grabbed the boy's free hand to make him look up.

"Then why's hyung angry?" Yoongi still looked scared to look directly at the elder.

"Mmn… I also don't know. Just that… a lot of things had… happened in the last few weeks and I guess I'm a little worked up." He squeezed the younger's hand.

"S'cause of me…" The hybrid liked down at his plate again.

"But it's okay. Even if something like this happens for another ten times, I would still help you." Seokjin sighs when Yoongi still didn't look at him.

Then… he saw drops of tears landing on the table. The hybrid was silently crying, it made him feel guilty from bursting earlier. Yoongi must've been so scared.

"Yoongi-ah, can you please look at me?" He's now holding the hybrid's hand both of his. Yoongi slowly looked up, "Yoongi-ah, I know that you're just some… random kid that accidentally bumped into me. But... you mean a lot to me. You're important to me, yeah?" The boy stiffly nods, "So don't blame yourself. True that it's because of you, but you're in need. You need help and I'm willingly, happily helping you," Two more tears fell from the hybrid's cheek, "It's also true that… helping you means that… it's not something easy and I'd probably be stressed like this. But I know in the end that it's worth it if you can be happy, kay? Do you understand?" He made sure Yoongi nodded to his words. He's sure that the boy didn't understand every word, but he understood what he meant.

"Hyung won't… be mad at me…?" The kid timidly said and Soekjin could feel Yoongi's small hand curling inside of his big ones.

"I won't if you don't do anything wrong. Even if I was, it would be because I care about you. Because I'm concerned. I won't hit you or anything. I won't hurt you… on purpose at least." The elder smiles gingerly at the boy who also quirked a little smile of his own.

"What does concerned mean?" Seokjin could only chuckle while shaking his head at the out of topic question. Yoongi mirrors his laugh.

"Concerned is… worry. Means that I'm worried about you. Do you know what worry means?" Yoongi gave him three nods, "Good, such a smart boy!" The elder cheers as he gives a ruffle on Yoongi's hair.

After getting a little emotional earlier, Yoongi ate his food while asking about random things to Seokjin from time to time. Like for example, he saw a bird flying by the window and he asked where it was heading to. The elder didn't mind at all. He was happy that Yoongi felt comfortable enough with him to ask such things.

Namjoon was taking a lot longer than he thought. But his husband reassured him through text that it was because of the long line and waiting for the food to be ready. Seokjin didn't ask about it any further.

"Are you full?" Yoongi nodded, "Sleepy?" Yoongi shakes his head, "Then what do you wanna do to kill time?" Seokjin smiles.

"I can kill time??" The hybrid sat up instantly, looking shocked and the elder burst into laughter. Sometimes he forgets that he's talking to a four year old

"No you can't Yoonie!" He laughs, "It means what do you want to do so you don't get bored." He covers his mouth again to hide his laughter when the boy flattens his ears and flush red in embarrassment. The boy triggered another fit of giggles from the elder.

"Oh, I know!" Yoongi's ears and tails stood up as his face brightens, "Play rock paper scissors! It's fun!" He grabbed the elder's hand who giggled in return.

"Okay then," He lifts his hand up, still giggling, "Now, rock, paper, scissors…" He teased Yoongi who was on the edge of his seat, tail thumping impatiently.

"Hurry, hyung!!!" The hybrid complaints and another giggle escapes the elder.

"Shoot!" Yoongi was a beat late but both of them drew scissors.

"It's the same…" The younger looked at the other with little panic in his eyes. He looks like he doesn't know what to do which brought mixed feelings to the elder.

"It's okay. We can do it again. If you get a draw, you can do it again till someone wins, kay?" Yoongi nods, "Good," Seokjin smiled, "Now why don't you do it?" That took the hybrid by surprise.

"M- m… Me??" His eyes were wide.

"Mm-mhm! You! You get to say the "rock paper scissors shoot" part!" Seokjin said with a cheery-dramatic tone causing Yoongi to gasp.

"R- really?!" The elder nods, "O- okay!" The boy balled his fist, getting himself ready, "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" Yoongi wasn't late this time, "Look, hyung! I won!!" The elder gasped to play along. He'll never tell Yoongi that he let him win (Yoongi already showed paper before they showed their hands).

"Wow! You're so good at this!!" Seokjin's tone was a tone of disbelief (of course he made it more dramatic) which earned a squeal from the hybrid.

"Again! Again!" Who was Seokjin to deny the little one's request?

"Knock, knock." Namjoon said as he entered the room, hands full of bags so he struggled to open the door. He was greeted by the view of his husband and Yoongi giggling happily at whatever they were giggling at. He could've swore that there was a tear or two pooling in his eyes. Is this what it's like having a kid? Well, technically Yoongi is not theirs. But it's okay being a delulu once in a while, right?

"What are you two giggling about?" Namjoon asks with a curious tone as he closes the door with his hip. All of the attention was on him so he gave the two a dimpled smile.

"Joon hyung!" Yoongi cheers, "Me and hyung were playing rock paper scissors! It's really fun!" He said with a smile causing the two adults to do the same.

"Were," Namjoon corrected the younger's grammar as he put the bags down and huffed, "You two seem to be having lots of fun." He tried to sound jealous but his husband could obviously tell that he's not. While Yoongi… he seems to be oblivious.

"Does hyung know how to play rock paper scissors?" The hybrid's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the tall dimpled man.

"I do. Hyung and I use it to decide things." He sat on the spare chair next to his husband and Yoongi. He likes the feeling of being close to the two of them.

"Decide…?" The cat hybrid tilted it's head.

"It's like… when we played that game this morning. The asking game, you remember?" Yoongi nods, "We used rock paper scissors to decide who goes first right?" Yoongi made a noise of understanding.

"Wow looks like I missed a lot of things." Namjoon sighed while chuckling and shaking his head. The other two only grinned.

The three eventually played some more rock paper scissors (Yoongi is addicted to it) before they played other games.

Time went fast. It was already dinner time and the three ate. Yoongi ate the hospital food while the couple ate what Namjoon brought. The food was kept in an aluminum foil bag so it's still a little warm. But they were hungry so they didn't mind.

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"Finish brushing your teeth?" Seokjin said from behind the hybrid who nodded as he rinsed the tooth brush. Namjoon brought a kids toothbrush along with kids toothpaste especially for Yoongi earlier. The hybrid gave the toothbrush to Seokjin who put it back into a toiletries bag that Namjoon also bought earlier.

It was already night— around 8 PM to be precise which means that it's time for bed. It's been a long day and it's finally over. They did another x-ray on Yoongi this evening and thankfully his shoulder was fine albeit how hard his mother tugged it.

The two walked out of the bathroom, greeted by Namjoon who was sitting on the sofa with a smile as he watched the two. Seokjin carefully lifts the boy up to his bed and tucks him in. He sat down next to the bed and pulled up the railings before resting his arm and head there. His other arm found its way to the hybrid's hair.

At first, he hummed the same lullaby he sang earlier this morning. That hum eventually turned into him singing the lyrics. His hand was still stroking and caressing and scratching the hybrid's head and ears, leaving the boy slowly lulling to sleep at the comfort. Namjoon took initiative to turn off the brightest light in the room, leaving the one near the door on because Yoongi doesn't like it when it's too dark.

"Sleep tight, Yoongi." He gave the boy a smile before standing up. But he stopped his movements when Yoongi's hand gripped his sleeve.

"W- will… will hyungs leave?" Yoongi lazily opens his eyes, "Will I be alone?" He was already half asleep as his words slurred.

"Well… do you want hyungs to leave?" Seokjin asked back as he combed through the younger's hair. Yoongi shakes his head.

"Don't want to be alone… scared…" He said with a pout making his words even more slurred. He did get a report that Yoongi woke up almost crying because he was alone.

"Then hyung won't leave. You won't be alone when you wake up. You don't need to be scared." The elder gazed at him with a soft and fond gaze. He might be getting too attached to Yoongi. It's still a bad thing.

"Really?"

"Mn, hyung promise. Pinky promise," Seokjin held up his pinky, waited for Yoongi to lazily link them together to seal it, "Now, go to sleep." He combed through the hybrid's hair one last time before Yoongi drifted away to dreamland. Soft snores mixed with light purring filled the room as the elder slowly lifted his touch away from Yoongi.

He smiles satisfied when he sees Yoongi smiling in his sleep. He turned around to see Namjoon, looking at him while covering his mouth with his eyes watery.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a concerned tone but Namjoon shook his head and waved his hand a little.

"J- just seeing you b- being all parenting like that is just- just- just amazing." The dimpled man holds back a sob causing Seokjin to flush red.

"Shut up." He says quietly, shyness taking over him. 

The eldest in the room walked over to the sofa and wiped a tear off his husband's cheek before sitting down sideways on his lap. Slinging his arms around the dimpled man and planting a kiss on his cheek before burying his face on the crook of Namjoon's neck with a content sigh.

"Tired?" Namjoon asked before sniffing. Seokjin nods.

"Can't Yoongi just… have a normal day without any bad things happening? I… feel sorry for him… And I'm tired of dealing with all of these trivias." The man on his husband's lap confessed. Seokjin has been the one who dealt with all of those tiring bad events and Namjoon feels bad that he only joined at the end- or made it worse.

"But for Yoongi…?" Namjoon cradled his husband like a baby.

"Of course I'm holding on for him. In the end, if I… if I managed to hold on till the end, I could see him finally living care free. Far from his parents." Namjoon could feel all of the exhaustion leaving with every word from the other.

"Hyung." The dimpled man felt bad that he had to wake up Seokjin who was starting to drift away.

"Mn?" The elder still answered softly.

"Why don't you go back home and take a good rest? I'll wait here for Yoongi." The elder instantly sat up.

"I don't need to. Why don't you go back?" Seokjin's eyelids were already heavy. Namjoon shook his head.

"You've been dealing a lot of things lately while I was just in my studio. You're tired and you deserve a proper rest." The taller man leans forward to place a kiss gingerly on his husband's lips.

"But Yoongi…" Seokjin looked unsure and maybe a little scared.

"You can always come back in the morning- or any time. Just that… you need more rest than me. Don't worry about him. I'll be here the whole night." Namjoon's deep and soothing voice worked wonders in convincing him. Seokjin let out a huff.

"Okay. I'll go. But call me if anything happens, kay?" The elder coaxes himself to get off Namjoon and wobbly stands up.

"Got it. Don't worry too much or you'll get wrinkles." Namjoon joked, earning a smack on his shoulder.

And with that, Seokjin left the hospital with an unsure feeling but his lips were stretched into a slight smile.

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"Fucking hell Namjoon!" Seokjin cursed as he wraps his jacket tighter around himself.

It was around after midnight and he's outside, on his way to the convenience store to buy... instant noodles. He was hungry and wanted them, craved them. But guess what? When he got up and opened the cabinets there were none but a small sticky note placed on the back of the cabinet.

[Jinnie, my love, I'm sorry but we're out of noodles. I accidentally burnt them when I was trying to cook them last night. There were only 3 packets left anyways so we do need to buy more. Anyways yes I'm scared to tell you cos you really might consider taking a fork and stab me with it. So... I hope you find this when I'm not home :)

—Your beloved husband who loves you with all of his heart, life and soul, Kim Namjoon♡]

Yep, the god of destruction Kim Namjoon had to destroy his supposed-to-be peaceful and relaxing night. Namjoon wrote the letter as if the heart and "love"s could compensate the torture Seokjin has to go through (it did). It was really cold, snow was falling and he was only wearing pajamas under that padded jacket (it's his fault but he still blames Namjoon). He has his hands tucked under his arm pits as he walks in the empty streets.

The store was finally in sight and he cheers internally before jogging towards it. The door opens with a subtle squeak and closes with another one. There was only a couple there where the girl was throwing a fit to her boyfriend about buying chocolate. Seokjin paid them no mind and dashed to the noodle aisle and grabbed his two favorite brands. He had to walk past the couple which made him eye the chocolate bars. He decides to take two and he hears the girl sulk even more to her boyfriend.

He went straight to the cashier and dropped his items in the counter. The cashier– a girl didn't mind that he was being a little rude and just continued her task. Before she could even announce the price, the man was already shoving his credit card towards her and he earned a little, light, barely noticeable scowl. He took the bag filled with his items and gave the cashier an apologetic nod before going out. He doesn't know and care if she returned the nod or was satisfied with it.

The coldness of the night immediately hit him when he got out. He shivered and started walking, the faster he got home the better.

He then decided to jog to get back faster and to keep himself warm. The street was much more emptier than before with occasional cars passing by, quite normal for a 1 AM night. But it was quiet, eerie quiet with only the sound of his footsteps hitting the concrete.

Clank, he heard from somewhere near him when he stopped to catch his breath. He should exercise more.

Clank, another sound reached his ears and caught his attention so he unintentionally looked toward the direction of a dark alleyway. He cursed at himself for turning his head but froze when he saw a pair of eyes.

A ghost?! He said in his mind. He wanted to move but he was petrified as the pair of eyes became more visible in sight.

"Berries..." He heard a rough and hoarse voice and his brain then just registered that he had to run, needed to run but his body wasn't willing to.

"Fucking berries..." He heard the same voice whisper and he was finally able to control his body. He made a run for it. He always cursed and hated how crowded the streets were, but now he kinda wish it was.

He pants as his pace slowed down, his stamina was really bad and he needs to work out some more. He came to a stop, hunching slightly as he wheezed. He (quite) ran far and fast. He stopped under a street light and there was a building across the street with a security post next to the entrance. He could see someone's leg and shadow inside the small place so he assumes that someone was there. Whoever in there has a clear view of him thanks to the help of the street light. He was safe.

He still didn't move. He was still trying to catch his breath and make the dizziness disappear. His nose was hurting when he inhaled because of how cold it is so he breathed through his mouth. His dizziness was slowly disappearing.

Then, he heard a certain loud step.

"Shit." He cursed to himself and lifted his leg, only to be slammed to the wall in the inside of an alley.

"Berries..." The same voice as earlier said as Seokjin's eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness. In front of him, inches from his face was a man, bigger than him, out of shape, unshaved face, bloodshot eyes, dark circles.

"Whmnh?" Oh, a hand on his mouth, he just noticed that. The hand was dirty and it's fucking disgusting. He gathered both of his hands to hold the dirty hand and pull it off. Nothing happened though. The man was strong. Of course, he managed to push him to a wall that was maybe two or three meters away from him.

His head was starting to hurt from the contact with the wall behind him yet the hand pressed harder. Was it because he was trying to pull it away?

"Hh!!! Whht thhb hhk argh yhobv dhovng?!" He tried to say even though all of it came as muffled sounds. He started squirming as an attempt to loosen the hand's grip. But he stopped once he felt something hard tap against his knee. He looked down and struggled because of the lighting, but he could tell that it was a glass bottle.

"Are you that fucking guy?!" The man suddenly said and his grip tightened. The bottle made contact with his knee again, harder this time and it hurts a little.

"Whht...??" He was confused, eyebrows knitted together to concentrate on the man's face.

"Are you a fucking berry guy that has been with that imp?!" The man said, spit flying out of his mouth with every slurred word, gross.

Seokjin made a risky move to bite the man's palm as hard as he could. It did work and got his mouth free, but the hand moved to his neck instead now. He gasped at the sudden contraction on his air pipe. He made a little squeak as the hand gripped tighter.

"W- what the h- heck do you mean?!" He choked.

"Don't lie. You're the guy that's been with Yoongi." A shallow growl reached his ear. This man wasn't a human, he's a hybrid even though he doesn't have ears and a tail. His irises were bright yellow instead of a dark color like most Koreans have.

"Y- You are… akh…" He whined when the hand grilled tighter.

"Answer my fucking question!" The growl became louder as Seokjin was yanked to the side.

"Ugh… Yeah, yeah, okay, okay! I am, and?! I didn't do anything bad!" The man's grip loosened when he yanked the other, making Seokjin gasp for air as he said those words.

"He fucking smells like you! He's been a brat because of you!" A reflected light caught Seokjin's eyes so he gazed at it. Shit, he's screwed.

The glass bottle was being held up. Moonlight reflected against it and a sick smirk was displayed on the man's face. Seokjin stomped his feet to the ground, hoping that he'll step on the man's foot but nothing.

"W- w- wait! D- don't!" Was all that he said before his head ducked down by reflex and went numb. His ears rang a little as he heard someone– the man half-groaning half-shouting in pain. He doesn't know what's happening. But his head feels… warm. Something warm is drizzling on his neck.

He feels floaty and drowsy.

"Jinnie baby, wake up." Namjoon's voice filled his head.

"Mmn… five more minutes…" He mumbled, still mostly asleep. He hissed and kicked his feet a little to shift positions when he suddenly flinched.

"Shit!" He cursed when he heard a sudden loud honk from the streets. He groans frustrated, "Arg!! Why can't you be fucking quiet?!?! It's the middle of the night!!" He shouted quietly and moved his hand to scratch his head. Another hiss, "Damn it hurts… Ouch!" He hissed again.

Wait.

He gasped in noticing a man lying in front of him. Blood bleeding from his hand where there was a broken bottle neck near it. The man was out cold, not sure if he fainted or asleep. Seokjin lifted his hand to check his head again. A certain spot felt gooey and it hurts. He must be bleeding. Did the bottle break when it hit him and he got hurt by it?

Okay, calm down, don't panic, he reminds himself when footsteps approached him.

"Sir! A- a are you okay?!" A new voice asked. Judging by the uniform it's probably the security guard from across the street. Why does he have to come late?

"No I'm not and can you help me?" He used a deadpan expression and tone causing the security guard to look guilty. He must be sleeping on his shift.

"Y- yes sir. What can I help you with?" The guard still smiled worriedly at him nonetheless.

"Help me get him," He points at the unconscious man, "To the hospital. I'll get a cab," Seokjin was already starting to find his phone. He didn't fainted that long, "Wait, actually nevermind I don't need you." He says again after he opened a taxi app. (Again, I don't know what it's called lol)

"Really sir…?" The guard hesitantly said.

"Oh wait, no. You can actually," Seokjin extended his hand for the uniformed man to take. The guard helped him up, "That'll be all." His attention went back to his phone. He was still a little pissed off that the guard was asleep during the whole time. It could make him avoid his headache at least.

The uniformed man stood there awkwardly. He looked afraid to leave but unsure if he's allowed to stay or not. Seokjin looked at him with a raised eyebrow when he finished with his phone.

"What?" He asked in a cold voice. The man flinched.

"N- no. Just that… you're bleeding… bad..." The guard pointed at his neck causing Seokjin to touch his own neck. He's right. There's a lot of blood flowing.

"Okay. You can leave." Seokjin said with a polite smile.

The taxi arrived not long after. He's surprised that there's someone who'd pick up his order because it's already past midnight. Not that he's complaining.

Both him and the driver worked together to get the unconscious man into the car. It took some effort but he's finally in. Seokjin sighs in relief.

"Sir?" The driver called, causing Seokjin to ask what's wrong but it came out in a hum, "Are you okay? You look pale." The driver sounds worried.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a little… dizzy." He was feeling light headed, but not much.

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"Jin hyung! Namjoon burt's into the room loudly causing everyone in there to flinch, "Are you okay?!— Wait you're not. Uh… where are you hurt?! Is it bad?! Did you get a check up?! Did you get stitches?! Did you-"

"Okay, stop," Seokjin said sternly, causing the other to shut his mouth, "I'm fine. I already went to the ER to get patched up and checked up. I didn't get any stitches nor anything."

"Then what happened?" Namjoon was now sitting down.

"I was going to buy instant noodles," He made sure to glare at his husband, "And saw a guy who… called me "berries". I started running but then he caught up with me. He strangled me and hit my head with a glass bottle and I passed out and I woke up and I went here and here I am." The elder crossed his arms once he's done.

"You… found out..?" Namjoon gulped and he looked guilty.

"Yup, and all of this wouldn't have happened if you told me sooner." The elder continued to glare at his husband who could only laugh guiltily.

The elder continues to glare at the dimpled man as his laughter dies down.

Namjoon cleared his throat, "Anyways, who's the guy? Why did he call you berries? Why did he do that to you? Do you know him? Was he-"

"God, stop!" Seokjin face palmed, "Stop bombarding me with questions and let me just tell you!" Namjoon muttered an "okay" quietly at the scolding, "I don't know him, neither of us do. But he knows Yoongi. He's a hybrid— don't know what kind and not now he's somewhere in here because he overdosed on alcohol they said." Seokjin said with knitted eyebrows. His head still hurted and he was having trouble focusing on his words.

"Really? When will he wake up?" The dimpled man asked once his husband gave him a green light to do so.

"They said in a while. Don't know how long that is," Namjoon nods before Seokjin leans to his husband's shoulder, "I'm tired. I literally came just to put that guy here. I could've just patch myself up with the first aid kit at home." A frustrated sigh left the elder's lips.

"Then go home…?" The younger said hesitantly before hearing a huff from the elder.

"How's Yoongi?" Seokjin asked after a while of silence.

"He's been sleeping fine. But I think he had nightmares though." Namjoon wraps a hand around the other's waist.

"Really?"

"Yeah. He was shifting and maybe a year or two slipped out but he's fine now." The taller man free circles with his thumb on where his hand was sitting.

"He didn't wake up?" The other shakes his head, "Mmn good then," Seokjin yawns, "I wanna go home." He forces himself to sit straight in favor of not falling asleep.

"Or… maybe you could stay here?" Seokjin raised an eyebrow at that.

"Really?" Namjoon nods, "Joon-ah my pajamas have blood on it and I wanna change." The elder said with a pout while stomping his feet a little. He was getting fuzzy with how tired and sleepy he is.

"I have clothes. Clean ones!" The dimpled man said with a smile.

"From where?" Seokjin asked as he placed his head on his husband's shoulder again.

"Remember that time when there should be some kind of dance thingy that everyone in the entertainment needs to join but was canceled?" Seokjin nods, "Well from there. I always forgot to take it back until today." Namjoon says proudly and hears the elder snorts.

"What a lucky coincidence." He said as he rolled his eyes.

They ended up walking into Yoongi's ward with a sleepy-waddly Seokjin and Namjoon who was steadying him. The eldest then got changed, wiped the areas that were stained in blood with wet wipes before settling into the sofa. With him and Namjoon there, it was a tight fit. But they still managed to get comfy even though they doubt that there won't be any cramps, neck or back pain. 

"I can move to the chair there if you want. I'm okay with it." Namjoon offered as he pointed at the said object.

"Are you crazy? No. Just stay here with me." Seokjin hugged him tighter as a sign that he really doesn't want Namjoon to go.

"Mmn okay then," The younger giggled and placed a kiss on the top of his husband's head, "Wonder how happy Yoongi would be when he woke up to see both of us." Another giggle.

With that, Seokjin fell asleep with the thought of Yoongi's smile that he might see in the morning. 

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It's been a day since Seokjin met the man and he just woke up. He should've been up in two or three days due to how bad his alcohol overdose was, but hybrids have faster healing systems than humans do thanks to their animal genes.

Both Namjoon and Seokjin were allowed to visit the man in his ward which was purposely placed far away from Yoongi in case it might trigger something. Everyone is assuming that he's his father and they were right. Even though the man was put far away from the boy, Seokjin forgot that his jacket was touched by him therefore leaving his scent there he supposed. And just as everyone feared, Yoongi got triggered. He had a panic attack but the couple managed to handle it well.

Seokjin was on his way to Yoongi's father's room. Apparently, things concerning hybrid laws are more open about how the police, hospital and services deal with them. Not how the government deals with them. So basically any information will be uncensored to anyone who's hearing live. Not everyone is allowed to go in the room like this. Usually the ones that are allowed like this are the witnesses, victim, the victim's and the suspect's family and sometimes journalists or reporters and their crew. It's possible for people outside the problem to come and join which leaves the hybrids no privacy at all and Seokjin thinks it's messed up. But what can he do? True that the journalist or reporters could censor the things out, but not a lot of them don't care about it.

He's alone because leaving Yoongi alone at this time is not a good option. As much as he wants to be with Namjoon, Yoongi is more in need. He's a little scared actually, scared that this will lead to something even worse and he's already sick of everything that has happened.

He knocked on the door before entering to see the man handcuffed to the bed railings as well as the some officers there. He recognizes one of them– officer Kang while the other one, another male was unknown. Both of them have blue hair, one a shade darker than the other. Seokjin thinks that the nameless officer looks like a tree. He's so tall. Taller than Namjoon even. Seokjin could tell that even if he was sitting down.

"Oh, Kim Soekjin-ssi! please take a seat!" The nameless officer gestured towards the sofa, "We were just going to get started." He said with a smile. Officer Kang also gave one, a smaller one that looks like it's just for the formalities.

Seokjin guessed that he'll only be a spectator here. That's alright. He didn't want to say much either. He just wants to know about what's going on so he could adjust himself to how he could help Yoongi.

The room went silent as the officers silently discussed some things. The hybrid still looked like he was in a daze as he stared at Seokjin. He just woke up a few hours ago from a bad overdose so it may be the cause. He's likely to just blurt out his thoughts without filter at this state. He's also most likely going to act rashly and maybe his animal instinct will take more control of him. Seokjin is glad that he made sure to remove Yoongi's scent from himself or maybe he would already get pounced on.

"Ahem," The nameless officer clears his throat, making the hybrid turn to him with a look that says 'what', "I am officer Kang Sunghoon and this is officer Kang Sanghoon." The nameless officer– Kang Sunghoon introduces. Are they brothers? They do look alike and have the same family name.

The hybrid looked like he had no interest or whatsoever to the two officers, but he didn't tear his gaze away from them, as if he's studying them. 

"Um… so," Officer Sunghoon finally spoke up because of the uncomfortable silence, "Name?" No answer. The hybrid just stared at him with an empty gaze which made both of the officers furrow their brows, "Sir, what's your name?" Officer Sunghoon said more sternly and loudly this time. It got a reaction, the hybrid eyes widened a little for a moment before they went back to looking empty.

"Min Kwondae." The hybrid mumbles and everyone else in the room sighed to get rid of their tensed figures.

"What hybrid?"

"Wolf." That made everyone freeze in confusion.

Everyone but the hybrid exchanged confused glances. The most confused one out of them is Seokjin of course. He was sure that this man was Yoongi's father yet he's a dog hybrid. It would still make sense if Yoongi's mother was a cat hybrid. But she's not.

The officers exchanged knowing glances that Seokjin couldn't decipher before turning towards the man on the bed again.

"And your relationship with Yoongi is…?" Officer Sunghoon

"Parent." Kwondae blurted out. He doesn't even seem to be in the room. Well his body is, but his mind isn't.

"Go check on his background. Ask someone to send it to you ASAP," The taller officer said to the other who nods his head before getting up and goes out of the room, "What proof do you have to prove that you're Yoongi's parent?" The officer asks which made the hybrid look at him with a deadpan expression and a light scowl.

"He's my fucking son!" The other two flinched at the sound of the handcuff being strained from the railings. But the officer quickly regained his calm expression.

"Yes, and what proof do you have?"

" He's mine to fuck up. " Kwondae said in a growl, his eyes turning a brighter shade of yellow.

Both Seokjin and the officer exchanged glances for a second before the one with brown locks stood up to say something. The officer signals him to stop, which Seokjin does unwillingly.

"Enlighten me." Officer Kang demands.

"And who the fuck are you to boss me?!" The hybrid tugged on the handcuffs again which caused officer Sunghoon to shoot a worried look towards Seokjin.

"I'm a police officer assigned to question you. Now what do you mean by 'fuck up'?" He shifted in his seat.

"Mind your business." The oldest in the room simply said which caused the tallest in the room to twitch his eyebrows and lips in annoyance.

"This is my business. It's my job." The officer said in a much rougher tone than before. He seems to be losing his patience.

"You think I care? Mind your business bitch. " That made the taller snap up and he has to restrain himself from doing anything to hurt the hybrid. Seokjin also stood up by reflex to stop anything bad from happening.

Officer Sunghoon gripped the railing tight enough for it to shake. Seokjin could see that he was gritting his teeth before he sighed and looked up towards him. Seeing him sigh also made Seokjin relax a little.

"I need a minute." Officer Sunghoon then storms out of the room. The door closed, leaving only Seokjin and the hybrid there. The brown haired man continues to stare at the door.

"Berries…" The hybrid muttered which broke Seokjin's gaze away from the door. The younger put on a disgusted face before making a beeline towards the door. No way he's staying in the same room alone with a creep like that.

Outside the room was much warmer than inside with all of the people passing and sitting by. He spots the two officers and walks over them. One of them, the other Kang who Seokjin doesn't really remember his name, noticed him first. Was it Kang Sanghoon? He bows causing the other officer to notice too.

"Kim Seokjin-ssi," Sunghoon ducked his head a little and Seokjin mirrors it, "You got out too."

"Yeah, I don't want to stay in the same room as him." The brown haired man sat down on the bench next to the officers. Officer Sunghoon let out a chuckle.

"It must have been frightening for you a night ago." The taller said sympathetically. Seokjin smiled a little.

"No, not really. Just that he keeps calling me 'berries' and it's weird," Seokjin shakes his head before turning towards the other, "How about you? Why did you get out?" He asks and the other smiled, embarrassed.

"I don't really have a good temper. If I continue to stay there I might throw a punch." He looks ashamed by himself. Seokjin let out a noise of understanding before they drifted into silence.

Seokjin just sat there awkwardly as the other two fell into a discussion that Seokjin doesn't want to eavesdrop on. He made himself look small as he fiddled with his thumb and debated whether he should play with his phone or not. He doesn't know how long this will go on. He wants to leave and be with Namjoon and Yoongi, but he also doesn't want to miss anything about Yoongi's family as it may help him with Yoongi's case in the future.

"Oh by the way, Kim Seokjin-ssi," Officer Sunghoon suddenly said to him which made him flinch but he pretends that he didn't, "I'm sorry about last time. I was the one who should have interrogated you. But I was suddenly called that day and couldn't come. Because of that my brother," He points at officer Sanghoon, "Had to replace me. I know that he must have given you and Kim Namjoon-ssi a hard time. I'll get him to apologize properly after this." He then suddenly stood up and bowed ninety-degrees which also made Seokjin stand up quickly.

"N- no! It's okay. I don't really mind!" He waves his hand as a sign that he means it. Though he doesn't mind, Namjoon does, he suppose.

"He needs to apologize. My brother just joined the police not long ago so he's still a bit lost," Sunghoon glared at his brother who still stayed oblivious to them, "Guess the bad temper just runs in the family," He guiltily chuckles, "But I promise that he's someone good. He really is sincere in helping Yoongi. He just… doesn't do it in the right way sometimes." The taller flashes Seokjin a smile and he can't help but be in awe of the other's smile. He looks bright and sweet.

"It's okay, I get it. I'm also serious that I hold nothing against him. You didn't need to apologize." The elder gave a little polite laugh as he and the officer sat down.

"But I feel like I have to. I'll apologize to Kim Namjoon-ssi as well. I'll make Sanghoon apologize too." The officer gave him another smile and Seokjin could only return it in a smaller manner.

The two officers eventually fell into another discussion as Seokjin allows himself to be immersed in his thoughts. He was right, they were brothers. It puts a part of him at ease that they're someone sincere in helping Yoongi– or at least that's what one of them said. He officially removes Sanghoon from his list of threats and bad people.

After this, what will happen? Will it take more time? The lady who called him a few days ago told him that in two days they'll be raiding Yoongi's apartment, that is today. It should be today. But there was no further notice of that so he guessed that nothing will be don't today.

But that doesn't really cover the chance of it happening too. It's still almost halfway through the day.

Right! He snaps up once he remembers. He turns towards the two others who were debating about something. He taps the one closest to him. The other answers with a questioning "yeah?" while turning towards him.

"Days ago I recorded this while playing with Yoongi," Seokjin said as he scrolled through his phone to find the file, "We were playing a Q&A game and I thought I could get something out of him. And I guess I did, here." He plays the part towards the end where Yoongi was complaining how he couldn't decide his favorite animal.

The officer took his phone and brought it up to his ear. His face fell into a grown as he concentrated on the voices and words being said. Seokjin could definitely say that the audio quality wasn't the best with all of the rustling sounds. The taller's expression changed with the words being said. Seokjin could tell that he was on the part where Yoongi was talking about the bad things his father does by the way his expressions changed.

Then the officer flinched and almost threw the phone when the sound of the door opening loudly sounded through the speakers.

"Ah sorry I didn't warn you!" Seokjin feels really guilty as he stopped the audio from playing.

"No, no, no. It's okay. Just a little surprised," The officer let out a sheepish laugh, "What happened?" His tone changed into a worried one.

"It was when Yoongi's mother came. It was so sudden that me and Yoongi were really shocked. Yoongi had it worse though." The elder reminisced about the time where he had to deal with a lot of things at once.

"Must have been hard," The other sympathizes, "Could you send that to me? It could be used against them in court." Seokjin nods and proceeds to do so.

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Everything's done now. It's a little past noon and Seokjin feels glad as he makes his way to Yoongi's ward. Everything went smoothly you could say. After the two officers found Kwondae's background information, they only needed to ask a few more questions regarding his household that wasn't listed on the file the officer received. It took a lot of effort to stop the wolf hybrid from saying "Mind your business" and cursing over and over again but it was all worth it in the end.

As he stood outside of the ward, he could already hear Yoongi's complaining and Namjoon trying to convince the other. He doesn't know what they were talking about as he couldn't make out the words clearly so he decides to go in.

"No- Jin hyung!" Yoongi cheers, making Namjoon turn around and greet his husband with a tired smile.

Seokjin takes the view in front of him. Namjoon sitting on a chair next to the bed, holding a spoon of broccoli from the food on the tray. Oh, so Yoongi was refusing to eat the vegetable, Seokjin guessed.

"Are you not eating your food, Yoongi?" Seokjin asks with a raised eyebrow while crossing his arms and leaning against the nearest wall.

"No! I'm eating it!" The cat hybrid balled his fist as he said it which made Namjoon scoff.

"Yeah you are." The dimpled man says sarcastically while rolling his eyes and shoving the spoon toward the youngest.

"Then why did I hear someone complaining about not wanting to eat 'those green stuff' eh?" The eldest continues to raise his eyebrow, trying his best to hide a laugh how Yoongi's expression shifted. Namjoon was also trying his best not to laugh at how the cat hybrid's tail and ears dropped.

"I don't like it! It's gross!" Yoongi continues to complain which made Namjoon roll his eyes and Seokjin laugh.

"But you need to eat it!" The dimpled man shoved the spoon toward the younger who sticks out his tongue while making a noise of disgust.

"No!" Yoongi hissed when the spoon almost touched his mouth. The eldest could tell that they've been doing this for a while now.

Both Namjoon and Yoongi continue to shout at each other. The sight of the two kids (Namjoon is a kid in his eyes at times like this) arguing was amusing to him.

"Look! Here comes an airplane!" Namjoon moves the spoon in a flying motion but Yoongi still wouldn't budge and open his mouth.

"I. Don't. Want." The youngest lifted his head in the opposite direction of the spoon.

"Ah Yoongi!!!" Namjoon whines with a pout and Seokjin takes that as his cue to step in.

"Alright, alright, stop it you guys," The eldest said as he walks over to them, "Since Yoongi has been a god boy for the past few days, I'm going to let this one slide. It's okay if you don't want to eat it." Yoongi immediately cheers while Namjoon's mouth hangs open.

"B- but-!"

"Let him, Joon. He still ate everything else," Namjoon pouted even further and shoved the spoon into his mouth and chewed roughly.

"Traitor." He muttered between his chews.

"Chew slowly or you'll bite yourself." The eldest reminds his husband who only grumbled in response.

He was surprised by little arms around his waist, squeezing him, "Hyung's the best!" Yoongi cheers. The elder could only smile and ruffle his hair in response.

"But I'll only let this slide now, okay? Next time you need to eat it," Seokjin says sternly, causing the boy to pout, "Finish the rest of your lunch. I'll peel the tangerine for you." The boy pushes himself away from the other and cheers happily. The elder noticed that Yoongi has a liking to Tangerines.

"So how did it go?" Namjoon asks when his husband sat on the chair next to the bed.

"Fine I guess. He didn't want to say anything besides 'Mind your business' and cursing at first. But he eventually gave up," Seokjin said as he peels the Tangerine, "The ones that interrogated him were officer Kang Sunghoon and Kang Sanghoon. Sanghoon was the one who interrogated us too. It should've been his brother, Sunghoon, but he was occupied that day so yeah," He gave the fruit to Yoongi after breaking it to pieces, "Oh and he– Sunghoon also apologized for Sanghoon's behavior. He says that his brother is someone who could raise your anger level."

"Good that he knows that. I don't like him. At all." Namjoon grumbles around the spoon.

"Well at least he's sincere in helping Yoongi. Well that's what Sunghoon said." Seokjin stole a piece of tangerine from Yoongi and put it in his mouth.

"What're hyungs talking about?" The boy says innocently around the piece of tangerine. The couple could've had a heart attack by how cute Yoongi looks. They both tried to hold back their cooing but failed.

"N- no," The eldest clears his throat, "No, you don't need to worry about it, Yoonie. Just adult talk." He planted a scratch on the back of the boy's ear to stop the protesting sounds coming out of him. The protesting sounds became a purr due to the scratches.

"Oh by the way," Seokjin turns to Namjoon, "They're raiding his place now." He says with a happy tone, "Officer Kang couldn't apologize now because he and his brother were called there." It's a little hard for Namjoon to understand what his husband meant from the lack of addressing.

"Oh, them?" The eldest nods, "Oh wow. Is it because the two of them finally got caught? Were they waiting for that so they won't need to do the hard work?" Namjoon knows it's pessimistic. But seeing how they are now, he couldn't help but think like that.

"Maybe. But it's also their promise, right? They said in two days after that call and well it has been two days." The elder raised his eyebrow a little.

"Well… yes I guess you're right," Namjoon gave up, "Look who's thinking positively now." He says in a teasing tone earning a loud smack from his husband.

"Don't do that, kay Yoongi? Only I can do that to Joonie." He made sure to tell Yoongi as Namjoon whined.

"Why?" The boy asked.

"Cause I can and I'm his husband and I'm older than him and I love him." Seokjin says proudly while patting Yoongi with every word.

"No fair." Namjoon grumbles causing his husband to hide his grin.

Yoongi still looked lost from the conversation as he was tilting his head. Seokjin reassures him that it's okay if he doesn't understand. But Yoongi still looked persistent to understand and Seokjin just let him be as he turned to Namjoon.

"They say that we'll get to know everything either this evening, tonight or tomorrow morning depending on how bad it is. We'll also be told about the results from the other them." Namjoon nods in understanding.

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It's already the next day in the morning when Seokjin and Namjoon got the report of the raid yesterday as well as some further results of interrogations from the demonic couple (that's a nickname he and Namjoon decided on) they did. Neither Seokjin nor Namjoon was present during the time so they're grateful that they still got to know what happened. They want to know as much as possible in order to help Yoongi to the max. Both of them are sure that they could give their entire savings for Yoongi now.

They are currently at home. It was still morning and they were just about to go to their usual routine that they created lately with Seokjin going to the hospital and Namjoon to work. The files were delivered to their apartment and they decided to read them there so they could clearly discuss them if they had to. With Yoongi, they couldn't clearly address who is who as it triggers Yoongi every time. Seokjin is probably going to be a little late in arriving at the hospital. But this is also more important than him having to deal with a pouting Yoongi.

"You go ahead and read first! I'm going to finish these and then join you!" Seokjin shouts from the kitchen and his husband shouted back a "Kay!" From the living room.

The elder was currently making breakfast for both of them. Nothing fancy, just some pancakes. He made some plain ones, blueberry ones and chocolate ones. He decided that he'll also bring some for Yoongi. He'll bring the chocolate and blueberry ones for Yoongi because he remembers Yoongi liking them. 

"Should I add more sugar?" He said to himself as he paused himself from mixing the batter. Will it be too bland for Yoongi if he doesn't add more? He surprisingly isn't that tolerant to sweet food. Things that for people taste just the right amount of sweet tend to be too sweet for him. So that's why he's in a dilemma whether he should add more sugar or not. Yoongi is a kid. Kids are more tolerant of sweet food.

"Joon-ah!" Seokjin calls and hears his husband make a noise of responding, "Should I add more sugar for Yoongi??"

"Huh??" Namjoon replied in a shout.

"The pancakes, Joon-ah!" The elder one shouts with an eye roll though Namjoon can't see him.

"Oh," Seokjin could hear that despite being in the kitchen, "Just add more! We're old and can't eat too many sweets therefore our liking in it decreased! He's young so he likes sweets more than us!" The elder swears that he would've smacked Namjoon hard for saying they're old (We're only in our late twenties what the heck Joon?!) if he was there. Sadly he's not so he could only vent his irritation on the batter by mixing it psychopathically after he adds more sugar in it.

Another ten minutes and he was finally done. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand to get a strand of hair out of his vision. He cheers to himself as he was proud. The pancakes that were for him and Namjoon were on the plates and the sweeter ones for Yoongi are already inside a tupperware.

He grabbed two more plates and forks before stacking them under the one with food on it as he made his way to the living room. Namjoon was really focused on reading the paper he was holding till he didn't even give his husband a glance when he placed down the plates. But he did mutter out a thanks though.

Looking at Namjoon's expression, the files weren't very pleasing to read.

"What did you read?" Seokjin finally asked when Namjoon placed the paper on top of the other papers on the coffee table with a sigh while shaking his head.

"Not so great stuff. It just confused me why people would do this, you know?" The other nods even though he doesn't really understand what Namjoon is talking about.

The younger was going to take another paper before his husband stopped him and pointed at the breakfast on the table. The dimpled man gave him a smile before putting a blueberry pancake on his plate and taking a bite out of it. Seokjin looks pleased and he allows Namjoon to continue what he was going to do.

"I haven't read all of it, but from what I read is…" He looks through the paper, "...Yoongi's father dropped out of high school to join and run away with some… gang before coming back a year later because of the police. He's been doing a lot of bad stuff since he was young, been in and out of the police station and jail." Namjoon said with a grimacing look.

"Those are?" Seokjin said with his mouthful. Things he does only with Namjoon.

"Well… he got caught underage drinking… a few times… that is… seven times…" The other stopped what he was doing, "Then… fighting, stealing, drunk driving, harassment, robbery, vandalism, assault, bullying and drug possessions. Except the drugs one, each one of them is more than four times. Most of them happened after he dropped out of school so I guess it's because of this gang." The younger finally looks up to see his husband with a confused expression. He seems like he's still processing some of the things that Namjoon said.

"Wait, but hybrid only got rights four years ago and he's," The elder takes a look at the profile paper, "thirty-three!" He points at the numbers but then immediately halted, "Wait, what?! Thirty-three?!" He shouts in disbelief, "He looks forty!"

"Well… it says here that because the only physical hybrid traits that he has are only his eyes, he could easily hide them with contact lenses or make excuses for them," Namjoon looks up from the papers, "So basically he's like a… human with heightened senses."

"Wow I envy him," Seokjin says mindlessly, "How about the other one?" He was referring to Yoongi's mother. It was also some sort of nickname that both he and Namjoon agreed on. He's still a bit reluctant to address them nicely because one, he's still disgusted by the mother. Two, irritated by the father.

"Well… she finished her education till high school, but she joined the same gang as her husband and literally ran away from her parents. Till now she hasn't returned to them at all. Haven't even visited them. She doesn't even know if they're still alive, which they aren't by the way." The younger huffed at the end. She doesn't even know if her parents are still alive or not.

"So… it all started because of that gang thingy?" Namjoon nods.

"You know that at that time gangs like those were really famous and a lot of people were really scared of them. I think he just viewed it as something cool to have control like that and then the other one fell in love and it became like in those stories, you know? The ones where the girl runs away from him because her parents don't approve of their relationship?" The elder nods in understanding. Namjoon stopped talking and put the paper down to take a few bites out of the pancake before picking other papers up to read them. Seokjin waits patiently as the other finishes chewing his food.

"Then about Yoongi." Namjoon states which causes his husband to immediately swallow his food.

"Yeah, yeah! His dad is a wolf and his mom is a human but he's a cat! Does his mom have a hybrid parent?! Like-" He cuts himself off when he sees Namjoon's deadpanning expression, "Right, sorry." He apologizes as he stuffs his face again.

"Yoongi's actually not their son," Seokjin wanted to comment on that but stopped himself when he saw the warning stare from Namjoon, "He is his mother's son, but not his dad. I think it's like one of those cases, y'know?"

"Like what?"

"They got married too soon and too young and then got sick of each other so they went out to find other people. Well… his mom was the only one like that." The younger sighed.

"So… she cheated…?" Namjoon nods.

"Yoongi's actually not her first time getting pregnant. She got pregnant about two times before that with her legal husband. But they abort it. She was still young so she didn't want to have kids yet," Seokjin nods, "One day she and his husband got into a big fight and they both got into a bar and…You could guess what happened then," The other nods, "She got drunk, hook up with a hybrid, bla bla bla then there's Yoongi. No one knows why she didn't abort it. Some assume that it was because Yoongi's real dad is good looking. But sadly he died because of abuse from the bar owner." Namjoon's expression changed into a sad one.

A light bulb light inside of Seokjin's head as he stabbed his fork to Namjoon's pancake and brought it to his husband's lips. Namjoon was a bit taken aback but he was still at it.

"Is he the one that she mentioned in the hospital?" It took a few seconds for the other to flashback.

"I think so. Then maybe she's not a gold digger. Maybe she just wants a handsome guy," Namjoon said while quircking his eyebrow which triggered a blush from his husband, "Anyways, they decided to keep Yoongi. Abuse him. The abuse went really bad when they were under… drug and alcohol influence. The day you found Yoongi near his building both of them were drunk and high out their minds and just bursted at Yoongi. Yesterday the officers found the broken glass bottle that was used to hurt Yoongi. It still has his dried up blood. As for the wound on Yoongi's head… they… they think that it's from hitting the edge of a wall because they could find traces of blood there." He threw the paper on the coffee table with a sigh.

"Then how did he get out? Did they take him out and just leave him there?"

"They also don't know. It could be that or his parents panicked and attempted to throw away his body with how their drunk and high mind works. They or we need to ask Yoongi about that," He sat back but then straightened up again, "That is if he remembers it and is able to." Both of them sat back I'm silence while Namjoon continued to eat his breakfast.

It wasn't long before both of them realized that Namjoon was going to be late and Yoongi would wait too long if they didn't start going now. They quickly placed the plates in the sink, Seokjin packed the tupperware into a bag before walking to the door and putting on his coat. He slings his bag, the one filled with food in one hand as he waits for Namjoon to catch up.

"You sure you don't want me to give you a ride?" Seokjin asks once the door is locked.

"It's okay. I can take the bus," He linked their hands together as they made their way to the elevator, "My schedule isn't that busy so I may be able to knock off earlier." The elevator door closes and the sound of the gears turning could be heard.

"You've been doing that a lot lately. Is your schedule really that empty?" The elder says as he leans against the side of the elevator next to Namjoon who nods.

"It's already the end of the year so none of the artists are preparing any comeback so I don't have to meet a deadline," Seokjin hums in response, "Speaking of the end of the year…" Both of them turned their heads to face each other, "Are we still going to New York? I'm guessing that you don't cause want to deal with Yoongi's situation now, right?" The elder nods.

"Sorry. I just don't want to go anywhere too far until I'm sure Yoongi is safe." He gave an apologetic smile.

"Nah, it's okay. I'd also rather stay here with Yoongi and spend the night on the freezing rooftop with you." Namjoon said with a teasing tone and expression while tucking a lock of hair behind his husband's ear. It's rare that he chooses a hairstyle that exposes his forehead. Not that Namjoon's complaining.

"S- shut up." It was an inside joke between them.

The elevator dings and both of them get out, hand-in-hand. They went straight to the parking lot while talking about a few things.

"You sure you're gonna take the bus?" Seokjin asks as he watches his husband out the bag of pancakes into the back seat.

"Yep. Don't need to worry, babe." The younger ruffles the elder's hair. Despite the other's protest, he didn't stop until his hand was swatted away.

"Don't mess up my hair!!" Seokjin complains and smacks his husband.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Namjoon laughs as he pulled his husband close, "See you later," He placed a kiss on the elder's forehead lovingly. A hum was all that Seokjin could come up as an answer because he was too flustered to actually say words. He quickly got into the car, "Bye, love you!" Namjoon said, dimples visible as he waves.

"Love you too." The elder said whilst giving a little flying kiss to Namjoon who pretends to catch it, cutely. He swears that that dimpled tree man is going to be the death of him.

"Hyung!" Yoongi cheers once the said man is visible in his sight.

"Hi, sorry I'm late." The elder said as he closed the door and walked over to the hybrid. The woman who was sitting beside the bed got up, said goodbye to the boy and shot Seokjin a nod before leaving.

"S'okay." Yoongi said solemnly but the elder could still see some sadness behind the look so he immediately pulled the hybrid into a hug.

"I made pancakes earlier and bought it here for you! I made chocolate ones, blueberry ones, and plain ones," He informs the younger and he also missed the hybrid's eyes widening, "You just had your breakfast so it's okay if you want to eat it la-"

"I wanna see! I wanna see!" Yoongi detached himself from the other, leaving him stunned a little.

"Okay. Let me get them." Seokjin said once he recovered.

He walked back to the sofa where he put the bag on. He took out the tupperware and opened the lid on his way to the bed. He placed the lid on the table near there. He made the pancakes more bite-sized so it was easier to eat them by hand instead of using utensils and plates.

"I'm not sure if you'll like them or not." He says sheepishly, still not over with the sugar drama this morning.

"Anything that hyung makes is good." Yoongi mindlessly says as he inspects the food. The hybrid must not notice how could the sentence he said affect the elder. It made him all warm inside as he tried to hold back a squeal.

"You can go ahead and eat them if you want. I made them small so you can eat it with your hands." The elder said, still feeling warm inside. Yoongi was probably waiting for a green light for him to take one because after Seokjin said that, he immediately took one– a blueberry one and bites it.

Seokjin waits nervously for a reaction from the hybrid. He was on the edge of his seat, holding his breath. Yoongi then looked at him.

"Hyung, it's good!" The kid says excitedly causing the other to relax and let out the breath he's been holding, "Better than the one I ate here!" The elder let out an offended scoff, of course they are.

"Were they bland?" Yoongi nods and another scoff leaves the other, of course they are .

"So what are you up to, Yoongi?" Seokjin asked as he sat down and rested his head on the railings.

"Dunno. But the doctor said that he wanted to have a talk with me. He said you or Joon hyung can't come." The hybrid pouts, jutting his entire bottom lip out.

"Oh really?" The boy nods, "Did he say anything about what you'll be talking about?" It took a few moments for Yoongi to think.

"He only told me that it will be short. He said it will be about moving," He turns towards the elder, "Where am I moving to?" He asks, still pouting.

"How would I know? He didn't tell me anything either," The hybrid's cat features dropped down, "Guess we'll just have to wait," The elder placed a hand on the hybrid's back, "Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing bad." Yoongi nods before taking another pancake.

While the younger was happily eating, Seokjin's mind wandered to the possibilities of what will the doctor talk about. Moving? Is Yoongi going to move room? Bed? Hospital? Place?– Home!

Seokjin's head snapped towards the hybrid. That's right, Yoongi's been here for more than a week and his wounds have closed. So many things had happened, too many things, until he forgot about this. Yoongi needs to go to a foster home since he's already in a decent condition. Which means that… he'll get adopted and they will need to part ways. Who knows where the family will live and maybe Yoongi will forget him in two or three years– maybe even a year is enough to forget someone plus the fact that he's still young. Even half a year is possible for him to forget someone. Then the foster home. Who knows where he will be put?

Seokjin couldn't hold back the frown and the tears that were stinging his eyes at the thought of Yoongi leaving. Maybe he had grown more and more attached to him. Till a point where… the thought of living a day without Yoongi scares him. Wow, it's that bad isn't it? This is why he tried to not get too close with Yoongi. But in the end he failed so he has to bear the consequences, right?

"–ung crying? Hyung?" He immediately lifted his head to meet worried eyes staring back at him.

"W- what did you say?" He cringes at his own voice from how it broke.

"Why is hyung crying?" Yoongi asked worriedly and attempted to wipe the elder's tears away. Seokjin's glad that his hands were clean because of the wet wipe he gave him earlier.

But wait, crying? He was crying ? He touched his own cheeks to confirm it. There were tear tracks and he just noticed how his vision was blurry. He hadn't noticed at all when he started to cry. Maybe it was when he started to think about Yoongi forgetting him. Yoongi moving on. Yoongi leaving…

"Hyung! Why is hyung crying?!" He heard Yoongi shout in front of him. But the hybrid was already burying his face on Seokjin's shoulder, kneeling on the bed so he could reach over the barriers. Then, a thing happened. Yoongi started to rub his cheek against the elder's neck. Was Yoongi… scenting him?

Hybrids only scent people that they're close with. The ones they trust and love– usually family or lover as an attempt to leave their scent on them or just to calm them down. That broke a dam in Seokjin and tears started to flow out of him.

"Why is hyung crying some more?!" Yoongi whines as he desperately scents the other. Seokjin was too afraid to open his mouth in fear that he might make some pathetic sounds and he certainly didn't want Yoongi to hear them. He instead just wrapped his arms around the younger and pulled him close. He rested and hid his head in the hybrid's uninjured shoulder as an attempt to hide his face.

"Hyung…?" Yoongi asks with more worry but the elder was quick to silence it with a ruffle on the back of his head as he pulled away.

"No, no hyung is fine." The elder sniffs after the sentence ends.

"Then why is hyung crying?" The boy said in a whiny tone because his question finally got answered.

"Um I just… thought about something… sad…" He tries to get the thought away to avoid another tear from falling even though some tears have yet again piled up in his eyes.

"What's something sad?" Yoongi tilts his head, that worried expression still on him.

"Just… no, it's nothing," The elder reassures but he knows Yoongi wasn't having it by his expressions, he sighs, "Just thought of… my pet!" A perfect excuse, "My pet is dead now and I really love him so every time I think about him I feel sad." Of course he wasn't going to tell the real reason.

Yoongi seemed to believe the excuse because his eyes widened and he let out a small gasp.

"Hyung has a pet?!" He was more interested in that rather than Seokjin crying now.

"Mm-mhm," The elder nods, "It was a dog. A white one. Not really fluffy but she was nice." He did have a dog who died. But it was back in high school so he wasn't that lying. At least it doesn't make him feel too guilty from lying. The hybrid's mouth hangs open in an 'O' shape as he made a sound of understanding.

"Hyung must have loved him so much!" Seokjin was engulfed into another hug. He knows that Yoongi isn't really the type of touchy person, so he must have done this for him. It made him smile but also sad. The earlier thought came back to him.

It'll be hard. But he'll try. He'll be fine. He needs to.

Chapter Text

"Hello." The sound of doctor Gu's knocking and voice rang in Seokjin's ears. It's time, he says in his head as his heart palpated faster and faster by the second. It's only been half of the day and he's already tired of hiding his anxiety from Yoongi. But he could tell that he wasn't exactly doing the greatest job at hiding it because Yoongi occasionally sent him some worried glances as he watched the TV in the room.

Doctor Gu entered the room by a woman tailing him. Was she a social worker? Yeah she is, Seokjin guesses. Both of the newcomers settled places near the bed which caused Yoongi to let his guard up and lean to Seokjin's direction.

"Hi, Yoongi," The doctor begins and the hybrid mutters a small response, "You remember what I said earlier this morning?" The boy nodded and Doctor Gu broke into a smile, it looked sad though, "What was it?"

"Y- you wanted to talk with m- me…" The hybrid curls to himself and Seokjin coos because of how cute he is. Doctor Gu nods.

"That's right. What a smart boy!" He reached his hand out to ruffle the boy's hair but stopped once he saw how Yoongi flinched, "Anyways, It's not me who's going to talk to you," He gestures towards the woman in the room, "She's Hyunae noona, she'll be the one to talk to you. I promise she's nice." The said woman smiled.

"Hi, Yoongi! You can call me noona if you want. I've heard so much about you!" Her tone was cheery and energetic.

Silence washed over them as Yoongi examined the woman. She looks young and her smile was super friendly. A friendly aura also radiates from her. She doesn't look like someone bad at all. But even so, Yoongi still looked back and forth between her and the doctor before eventually facing Seokjin.

"I'm sure she's someone nice, Yoonie. Everyone here is. They wouldn't let anyone be here if they weren't nice," The boy had a deadpanning look in his eyes, "Well except that one time. But that was an accident, right doctor?" He looked at the said man who nodded, "See?" Yoongi nods in defeat. But he still looks hesitant.

"T- then where will hyung be? He said you can't be in the same room with me." The hybrid eyes widened as he asked, looking like he was hoping Seokjin would still stay.

"I'll be talking to him in my office!" The doctor said, taking all of the attention in the room. Everyone except Yoongi could tell that he was trying to say it as cheery as possible to ease whatever negative things the hybrid was feeling.

The room fell silent again as Yoongi ducked his head and stared at the bed like it was the most interesting thing in the room. His tail thumped loudly as it hit the bed. His ears were droopy as he thought about the options he has… which is none.

"O- okay…" The youngest in the room decides to say. He kept his gaze down as he felt a hand touch his back, soothing him.

"It's okay, Yoonie. I'll still be in the building, kay?" The hybrid gave him a small smile and nods.

By the time Seokjin looks up, doctor Gu and the social worker were already giving him a soft look as if they were trying to reassure him (probably they were). Doctor Gu was the one who took the lead by inviting him to the office. Saying a soft "Shall we?" as he was already positioning himself to exit the room. The other man quietly stood up and followed the doctor. Giving one last ruffle on Yoongi's head.

"So Kim Seokjin-ssi, it's been a while since we got to talk." Doctor Gu says as an attempt to loosen the tension. No use though. If all, it only made the other even more tense.

After that attempt, the doctor chose not to say anything throughout the entire walk to his office. The walk felt longer than it usually felt because Seokjin's heart beats faster and faster by the second. How many times has he come to the office? Two? Five? Four? But every time it just feels scary, especially this one. He wants Namjoon here…

As soon as doctor Gu opens the door the sight of a young man sitting on one of the chairs in front of the desk smiled at them.

"Kim Seokjin-ssi, this is Kim Doyoung. He's in the same team with Jung Hyunae. Both of them are assigned to Yoongi," The male social worker, Kim Doyoung smiles warmly at him which got a shaky smile in return, "Please, sit down." The doctor said as he walked to his own seat behind the desk. Seokjin did as he was told and took a seat. He's trying his best to be calm, slow down his racing heart and thoughts.

"Kim Seokjin-ssi, Nice to meet you," The social worker begins with a smile and a little bow in his seat. Seokjin returns it, "I've heard a lot of good things about you. Mainly how nice you treat Yoongi. Not everyone is like that. Especially to hybrids." The admiration in his eyes and voice were sincere. At least that made Seokjin calm down a little and smile shyly.

"I- it's nothing. It's just… sympathy I guess. I'm just doing what I would do to anyone in need." He says sheepishly, hiding how his ears are becoming red.

"You're a good person." The social worker states and the doctor nods to his words.

The worker then bends towards the table to scan over the surface for whatever he's looking for. Seokjin tries his best to keep his gaze away from the table. He doesn't want to invade anyone's privacy. He heard the sound of paper shuffling before someone cleared his throat. He took that as a sign that he should lift his head.

"So," Doyoung said, "We've already found a foster home for Yoongi," Seokjin's face drops at that but he tries to hide it, "It's in Daegu, around Goryeong. It was the only house – sorry, the nearest house that wanted to house a hybrid child. We tried to find a closer place but… no one wanted to take him." A sad smile was shown on the man's face.

Daegu? Really? No one near Seoul wants to take him? Since the time hybrids earned their rights most foster homes are prioritized for hybrids. This could mean there are still that many cases so lots of the homes are overfilled. Or it could also be because the caretakers refused to take Yoongi in. Which one was it? Neither of them sounds good.

"How's the house condition? I mean how many people does it have? How big is the place?" Was it a house or an apartment? Seokjin knows how expensive buying a house can be in Korea. Or maybe the house was brought by the government as help? He never really looked into these things and now he wishes he had.

"Well… the house is quite big. One of the parents there is from a wealthy family who bought a house and just thought of fostering kids. There are eight bedrooms there so that won't be a problem. There's around five or six kids there. One of them is their cousin who lives with them due to his parents' condition. But since the house is really big all of them have no trouble living." Seokjin notes that the foster parent must be very wealthy.

"How about the age range of the kids? Are all of them hybrids?"

"The oldest there is twelve. The youngest is eight and everyone else is in between them. There's only two fully humans living there except for the caregivers." Seokjin hums.

A big house equals enough space. Yoongi could get his own room. He could make friends with other hybrids too. It's not a bad place, he thinks. It's good actually. Yoongi's got everything he needs there.

"The foster parents there don't have any bad records or anything, right?" He makes sure.

"Till now there aren't any. The workers reported that they have good relationships with the kids there." Doyoung smiles.

"How about adoption? Have any of the foster kids been adopted from there?" The brown haired man shifted his legs.

"Yep! There's been two kids that have been adopted from there!" Then it must be somewhere good.

A bitter feeling still sits inside of him. The thought of… never seeing Yoongi again or being forgotten by him stabs him deep into his chest. He wishes he could clench his chest so the ache would go away. But he holds himself back in favor of the other two people in the room.

He wants Yoongi to be happy, doesn't he? This was probably the best. Yoongi wouldn't want to live in the hospital forever right? With that he sighs, tries to mask the tone of it so it doesn't sound so sad.

"Okay. So when is he going?" At least he would want to cook a goodbye meal for Yoon-

"Two PM." Seokjin's eyes froze wide open. What the hell is up with these short notices?! How would he be able to go back to his apartment, cook, and then spend as much time as he can with Yoongi in only less than two hours?!

His mouth opens and closes as he tries to get out on whatever is on his tongue. But his words died there and he just gave up. He chose not to say anything and just nods in defeat. It was a decision that can't be changed so it's no use. He'd better call Namjoon after this.

"Kim Seokjin-ssi, is something wrong?" Doctor Gu asks with a voice full of worry. Yes, lots of things are wrong! He wants to say but he doesn't dare to.

"It's… it's just so sudden." He says instead and makes everything sound that it's fine. Yep, another few days of grieving. He pities Namjoon for needing to take care of him through the stages of grief

He had called Namjoon as soon as he got out. Telling the other in a rush to come here because they have precisely one hour and thirteen minutes left till Yoongi departs. His husband understood and by the time the phone ended Soekjin could already hear the sound of the other's studio door closing.

He peeks through the blurred glass part of the door where he could see the silhouettes of Yoongi and the female social worker facing each other. He saw the woman patting the hybrid's hair so it's a sign that they were getting close. He knocks before entering and Yoongi immediately whips his head towards him.

"Hyung!" The youngest said. Based on how Yoongi's acting right now he guesses that the worker didn't tell much about the details…. Or just that Yoongi doesn't care or mind moving and is not able to see his hyung again (that hurts).

"Hi, so how was your talk?" He asked with an exhausted smile. He looked at the woman in the room and she gave him a knowing look. So she hasn't told Yoongi that he won't be able to see his hyung again.

"Noona's nice…" The hybrid said shyly and hugged the elder. Maybe he thought that his voice could only be heard by Seokjin because of how small he said it. It's just cute.

Seokjin then looks at the worker who was quietly watching them. Their gazes met and the man mouths a "Did you tell him?" Which the girl replies by mouthing back a "No, I couldn't, not yet." And Seokjin furrows his eyebrows at the answer. But he quickly wipes the expression away when Yoongi looks up to him with big eyes, covered by his growing hair.

"What's wrong, Yoonie?" Seokjin asks as he swipes the younger's bangs away.

"Noons said I don't have to stay in the hospital anymore!" He smiles, eyes turning into crescents and gummy smile full on display.

"That's good news!" Yoongi nods as the elder glances at the worker who nods, whatever that means.

"B- but…" The sudden cracking of the boy's voice caught Seokjin on alert as he hastily looked down, "W- will I… stay with mom and d- dad…?" He burries his face with the question.

It took a few moments for Seokjin to come up with an answer and glanced at Hyunae for an okay. He got it in the form of a nod.

"No, no. Of course not. Unless… you want to?" Seokjin dragged a seat with his leg so he could sit down and be at eye level with the hybrid. Yoongi shakes his head eagerly and it shows how much he's been hurt by his parents' actions, "Then you won't."

"B- but where will they be…?" Even after so much, Yoongi still asks that. It makes everyone's eyes soften.

"They'll… be away for some time. So they'll know what they did was wrong. Then they can learn how to be good people." He says as he softly caresses the younger.

"T- they'll be taught a l- lesson…?" The hybrid says hesitantly. As if the words are triggering him a little. Maybe they are.

"Yeah."

"L- like what they d- do to me…?"

Hyunae looked like she was ready to jump out of his seat and comfort Yoongi by maybe hugging him or saying reassuring words. But the man knows the hybrid doesn't need that kind of comforting. He subtlety holds his hand up as a gesture for the woman to calm down.

"If I remember correctly, you told me that they would shout at you?" Yoongi nods.

"A- and hit me…" The elder was a bit taken aback of how Yoongi just broke past his limit from last time. He smiles at himself and at Yoongi because he feels proud.

"No," Seokjin shakes his head a little, "What they did was wrong. It's not right to do that. Even if it was because someone wants to teach someone a lesson, it shouldn't be like that." He calmly explains.

"Then how?" Yoongi looks interested. Eyes shining with curiosity as he waits for an answer.

"They'll…" How does he explain what a prison is in the simplest, less horrible way? "They'll be…"

"Put in time out!" Hyunae suddenly chirps in making both of the male in the room look towards her. She's not wrong.

"Uh-huh. She's right. They'll be put in time out." He gave a grateful glance at the worker.

"How long will the time out be?" Well Seokjin is glad that the boy at least knows what a time out is.

"Mmn…" Seokjin thinks animatedly, "A reaaaally long time!" The elder giggled when he saw the boy gasp a little.

"Can I see them when they're in time out?"

"No," He shakes his head, "They'll be put in a special place so you can't see them. It's so that they'll be able to focus on being a better person." Though he doubts that they'll change. Pessimistic, he knows. But people like that don't change just by a few years in prison. Yoongi doesn't look upset though. As if he doesn't feel anything for them anymore. A good thing or a bad thing?

Not long after that Namjoon arrives, panting and legs looking limb. Did he run all the way here? Probably. Seokjin knows that he doesn't want to waste any time away from Yoongi when he's about to leave and who knows when they'll meet again. Besides, Yoongi was laughing when he saw the dimpled man leaning against the wall near the door as he trips inside. "Hyung's legs look like noodles!" Was what Yoongi commented.

While Namjoon was playfully scolding the hybrid for laughing at him (Yoongi didn't look scolded at all and instead just giggles) Seokjin sneakily went to the worker's side. She noticed him and she let him.

"So how did he react?" The man asks first.

"I only told him he wouldn't stay in the hospital anymore and into a house. Didn't say that he'll be away from you." She looks at the taller.

"Mmn? Why?" The man asks as he rests himself on the wall.

"Because he talks a lot about you. Good things," The look Seokjin gave him was enough for her to continue, "He talks a lot about how your food is really delicious. Or how you taught him how to play rock paper scissors. How you can't choose a favorite animal and food." The man scoffs at that.

"So you don't have the hearts to tell him that?" She nods.

"Yeah. Maybe he would start crying if he knows he'll be away from you. He'll be in Daegu." Seokjin nods. The earlier sadness crept back up to him. Actually she makes everything harder because then he'll have to see Yoongi crying before he leaves. Or worse, he's going to be the one to tell Yoongi that they'll part their ways.

None of the scenarios happened. It's already time for Yoongi to leave and none of the adults have broken the news to him. They have been passing glances of who will break it to the boy. None of them wanted to yet Doyoung was already waiting in front of the door pointing his watch at Hyunae.

"Yoongi-ah, time to go." The female social worker stood up and said with a sad tone. Yoongi just nods naively. With the help of both Namjoon and Seokjin he got off the bed and put on his shoes. He didn't have anything to bring with him. He was wearing a shirt that Seokjin found in the apartment. Again, it was his nephew's.

"Got everything you need?" She asks as she scanned the room one last time. Yoongi shakes his head.

"Wait, hyung's not coming?" The boy suddenly asks when he was being lightly dragged by Hyunae. It almost breaks a dam in Seokjin but he manages to keep it in him.

"No." The brown haired man shakes his head slowly, sadly. Seeing that almost made Yoongi run back to him. But the hand that was holding him stopped him. Namjoon puts a comforting hand on his husband.

Yoongi looks at them sadly, reluctant to leave. But the couple gave him an encouraging smile. It's sad that he'll be leaving without knowing everything.

"Bye, Yoongi.

Chapter Text

"Noona, where are we going?" Yoongi asks from the backseat to the woman sitting in the front.

"We're going to a house. It's in your hometown, Yoongi." She answers, eyes on the road.

"My… hometown?"

"Uh-huh. You know where that is?" The hybrid shakes his head, "Daegu. It's a little far from here so get ready for the long road trip." She smiles while glancing at the hybrid in the car seat through the mirror.

"Why is it my hometown?"

"Well… it's the place where you were born. You lived there, remember? With your parents, before you moved here, to Seoul." Yoongi didn't respond. He just looks out of the window.

He's still a bit sad that he has to be away from his hyungs. A week has passed with one of them in his ward every single day without exception. He likes them. They're nice, funny, smell good and Jin hyung makes good food. Jin hyung's food is the best, Yoongi thinks. The best food he ever had in his life. Maybe he'll ask his hyung to cook something when they meet again. That is if Jin hyung is okay with that.

He watches as the terrain changes. From tall buildings to trees. It's a sight that he hasn't seen at all. By what noona said he lived in… was it Kaegu? Haigu? He lived there. But he doesn't remember where it was. Oh but he remembers the trip here. He used a train with eomma and appa. He didn't like that he had to sit next to appa the whole ride. It was scary.

What would it feel like to ride a train with Jin and Joon hyung?

"-Gi? Yoongi?" He heard noona's voice. He quickly whips his head towards her direction, eomma and appa hate it if they have to repeatedly call him. They'd shout and get mad.

"S- sorry…" He mutters, sitting with his hands on his lap and head ducked down.

"That's okay. I was asking if you want to go to the bathroom? You didn't go before we left." Noona's voice sounded like she's not mad.

"No…" He said as an answer.

"Well just tell me if you want to, okay?" The hybrid nods and Hyunae sees it through the mirror.

He got back to what he was doing. Gazing blankly at the window. Where was he going in Daegu? If he remembers correctly he has nothing anchoring him down there. Grandma and grandpa don't like it when he, eomma, and appa visit so that's out of the list… right?

He doesn't feel good. Feels unsure. He hopes he can return to his hyung as soon as possible. See their smiles again, bathe in their scents, hear them laugh.

But what was that sad look on Jin hyung's face? He heard him crying, only some muffled sobs but it's enough for his heightened hearing to hear. He didn't ask anything about it so they must have thought he hadn't noticed. But he did and he wants to know why . He'll ask hyung later when they meet again.

Without himself noticing, his head started to bop every now and then. The car movements made him sleepy so he didn't fight against it. He could feel that this noona was someone good, just like how he felt when he first met hyungs. He misses them already…

"-Gi? Sweetie wake up." He heard a voice. It sounds distant.

"Hyung…?" It only came out as something incoherent. But by the time Yoongi realized it, he already saw the woman next to her, "Noona…" He mutters to confirm.

"Mn," Noona nods, "We're here, sweetie. You slept through the whole ride." She said as she unbuckles the straps from the car seat.

The hybrid sleepily got out of the car, declining the woman's offer to carry him. His feet made a muted thump as it hit the pile of snow. It's cold and he doesn't have enough layers. He was then dragged gently as he gathered his consciousness. He was rubbing his eye with the back of his hand when he heard noona knocking the door. It took a few moments for the door to open.

"Hi! We've been expecting you!" A cheerful voice registers in the hybrids head and he looks up sleepily, "Oh my he's so cute!!"

"Sorry, the traffic when we entered the city was a little slow." Hyunae laughs formally.

"That's okay. Now, is there anything else?" Various scents gushed into Yoongi's nose when he sniffed. It's a little overwhelming.

"No, he doesn't have anything with him. It's just… him here." Both of the women laughed. Yoongi doesn't really care what they are talking about. He wants to sleep.

The two talked a little before Yoongi felt Hyunae handing him over to the other woman. She was about to hold his hand before the hybrid let it fall beside his body. He doesn't like unknown people touching him. The woman doesn't try to force him, at least that's good.

It didn't take long before he was lightly shoved inside and the door closed. He was taken aback by the scents that suddenly hit him. Too much, he covers his nose with both of his hands and tries to think straight. His head started to hurt a little and his heart was beating really fast.

All his mind could generate was danger . It's getting stuffy, hard to breathe, too much.

"Hi Yoongi, I'm Bae Yuna. Nice to meet you!" She says despite how overwhelmed Yoongi is feeling right now.

"H- hyung…" Tears were growing in his eyes, making them sting. The woman tilted her head in confusion from where she was crouching down in front of him, "I- I want hyung…" He whispers, voice already gone from how tight his throat feels.

He couldn't register anything else and sat down on where he was standing. He doesn't care if it's in front of the door. He just feels too much.

"Oh god!" He then felt arms wrapping around him, "A- are you having a panic attack?!" The woman's scent was so sweet, far too sweet and the panic in her voice isn't helping either. It gets stuffier by the second, "Babe! Help, please!" She shouts, making the hybrid wince.

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"Feeling better now?" The woman asks, already extending a hand towards him but he avoided it causing her to draw her hand back. He just nods. The stuffy feeling wasn't as bad as it was earlier, but it's still there. It's okay.

"Wow he just came here and he already had a panic attack. Are you sure about this?" The man standing behind her, Bae Hyunseok, chirps in and he earned a smack because of it.

"Don't say it in front of him! Besides, we can do it," She whispers, but Yoongi could hear it. Maybe she doesn't know how sharp his hearing is. Her husband gives her a deadpanning look, "Ugh, yes I know that he's our first abuse case. But the other kids don't give us any problems!"

"Well, that's because they didn't go through anything that he did!" He points at Yoongi and the woman scoffs.

"Oh please, he's just a kid! He'll forget it!"

"Like hell he would-"

"Eomma?" A foreign voice cuts them off. The three turned their heads towards the sound to see a boy, much taller than Yoongi.

"Yes, sweetie?" She replies with a smile.

"I can't find those black socks! They're not where you said they were!" The newcomer said. Yoongi could feel him glaring.

"I'll be up. You go first and I'll catch up!" She straightens herself, "Give him a house tour and let him do what he wants till dinner." She whispers to her husband before leaving the room. Now it's just the two of them.

Hyunseok could only sigh and he crouched down eye level as Yoongi. He smiled at the hybrid before inviting him to a little house tour. Of course, Yoongi didn't refuse. He slowly stood up, ignoring the hand he was offered as they walked along.

The tour wasn't really exciting or anything. If Yoongi was in tip-top condition maybe he would've shown his amazement every time he saw something cool about the house. The place was big, so big, really different from his old place. It was clean and there was no dust smell. The scents are still a little overwhelming but he's getting used to it.

They passed down a hall with lots of doors. When they reach the end, the man halts his steps and faces towards a door. Yoongi follows him and the man opens the door.

"Now this is your room, Yoongi," He tilts his head towards the room. It was pretty big. There's a trundle bed with the bottom part already taken out and made perfectly with black sheets contrasting the bright beige walls. There's a set of clothes displayed on the bed too. Yoongi could smell someone else's scent in here, "You're going to share a room with Taeho, he's a dog hybrid not far from your age. Hope you two can get along despite the whole cat and dog thing." He laughs a little bit and Yoongi stays with his blank expression.

Hyunseok then nudges the boy into the room and tells him that he'll notify him when it's dinner time. He said that Taeho was currently in his English lesson and will come back around the evening. He also told the hybrid to change his clothes before sleeping if he was planning to do that.

When the door closes the room becomes quiet. The only voice that filled it was Hyunseok's voice. Yoongi pretty much said nothing during the whole tour. He turns around to face the bed. The cardigan and shirt that he was wearing was the only thing he had from Jin hyung. He doesn't want to take it off but if he doesn't he's afraid he'll get shouted at. In the end, he still changed into the new set of clothes and sat on the bed. It's soft, not like the hospital bed. It doesn't smell right though. It smells like someone else, smells foreign.

He lay himself down and got under the covers. It's comfortable at least. Actually, it's the most comfortable experience he's ever had till now. He was still clutching the cardigan under the covers. It still has Jin and Joon hyung's smell. It brings comfort. He doesn't mind this.

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There's a lot of things that Yoongi doesn't like here. He's not liking this place. Lots of bad things happened. Like the first time when he woke up.

"Daddy!!" Yoongi was woken up by the sound of an ear-splitting screech and he immediately sat up. His mind was still fogged with sleep but immediately registers the sound of footsteps and a boy in the door frame.

"What's wrong?!" Hyunseok runs towards the room panting a little.

"T- there's an intruder in my room!" The boy was now wailing. Yoongi was still confused and scared.

"Taeho-ya, it's okay, it's okay. It's not an intruder, he's your new roommate." The man says as he soothes his hand across the boy's back.

Or the first time when he had to come downstairs and eat dinner with the people he doesn't know.

"Mom who is he?"

"Mom why is he here?"

"He's a cat!"

"Why is he eating with us? Isn't dinner for family only?"

Those comments combined with the stares, scents, and the sound of utensils clanking against the plate were making Yoongi's skin crawl. He wishes he could just run away from the table but he can't. The two adults didn't do anything to stop those stares and comments. They just kept eating and turning a blind eye to it.

Or his first night sleeping there.

"Mine! You stay away from my stuff!" The dog hybrid barks at him while swatting Yoongi's hand away, "appa he's trying to steal my stuff!" He wasn't even touching it! He was just sitting down on the bed! He wants to cry, but he holds it in. Big boys don't cry, just like Yuna said.

"Daddy he's stealing my stuff!" The dog hybrid barks again.

"N- no I'm not!" This time Yoongi defends himself and hides under the covers. He hugs the cardigan tightly and lets out silent tears. Hyunseok didn't come to stop the quarrel so he just tried to sleep.

That time where the kids were told to play outside while the house was being cleaned was bad too. The kids were mean.

"Yesol, let's play with the jump rope! Taeho you come too!" One of the kids, Baekho, a squirrel hybrid, shouted as he ran to the yard.

"Naeun I brought the tiara with me! Let's play!" Yujin, fox hybrid, calls while holding up her plastic tiara.

"Wonho-ya get the soccer ball and let's play!" The oldest kid, Yunwoo orders.

Everyone is already close with one another and Yoongi feels left out. He just sat at the stairs as he plucked the grass mindlessly.

"Kids! Asks Yoongi to play with you guys too!" Yuna shouted from inside the house. All of the kids stopped doing what they were doing and suddenly their gaze was directed at Yoongi. He feels uncomfortable with the gazes.

"Hyung I don't wanna play with him."

"Me neither."

"Let the others do it. Hurry! Past the ball!"

Yoongi could hear all of them. He curls further into himself.

The time where they had a movie night.

Everyone was gathered in the living room with both of the adults in the middle of the sofa. Three of the kids sat on the ground while three others sat on the sofa. Yoongi came downstairs late and he was the last one to arrive. They didn't even bother waiting for him to start the movie. Eventually, he made his way to the sofa and sat at the bottom of it. 

He sat next to the third youngest kid there. He still kept some distance between them but somehow, the kid wasn't having it and just pushed Yoongi away harshly. The cat hybrid quietly fell and hit his left shoulder on the sofa. It hurts.

He looks at the kid who just pushed him. She has a mean expression on her face and Yoongi just curled into himself where he was now sitting a little far from the family. He was frowning and pouting the whole movie.

He guesses that the parents are fine. They took care of him, asking him if he needed any help or not. They tell him how cute he is a lot along with some occasional hair ruffles. But the problem is again, the kids.

"Aw Yoongi-ah you're so cute!" Yuna said as she ruffled his head. It was a good thing that he hadn't had in a while.

"Yuna! Come help me, please!" Her husband shouts from somewhere in the house. Yuna smiled at him before getting up and leaving.

Yoongi has a slight smile on his lips. But it soon disappeared when he saw the other kids glaring at him. They're glaring with so much hate? Envy? He doesn't know but it made him uncomfortable. He chose to get into his room and stay there.

During the three days he stayed there he also caught up that he should have had his own room. But he accidentally heard the couple talking about how two of the rooms became storage rooms filled with the kid's stuff. That's okay, not that he expected to have his own room.

Then, Christmas came.

"Now who wants a present!" Yuna says cheerily. Her sentence didn't sound like a question though. All of the kids except Yoongi fought over saying "Me!" Repeatedly. Yoongi never really celebrated these things. eomma usually would be out of the house and appa would be home, dozing off in front of the TV with a bottle in his hand.

"Mom, is he going to get presents too?" Yesol asks while glancing at him. The other kids nod in unison.

"He… is! Of course! Everyone is going to get a gift from Santa!" There was a bit of a pause as he glanced unsurely at her husband.

"But he's not part of us! You said Christmas is for families!" Baekho countered back.

"He's a part of us now." It ended on a bitter note but everyone dropped the subject.

Needless to say he of course didn't get anything special like what the other kids get. One of them got a guitar, a new headset, a new laptop, a new playhouse and all. While Yoongi… his present was given privately after they exchanged gifts. He was given… underwear. No, no, he's still really grateful for them. He never got anything for Christmas, but you could say he's a little jealous of what the others get. But then again, who is he to feel that way?

After Christmas, it marks that it has been five days since he stayed with the Bae family. He doesn't like it so far. He feels like he's being bullied even though he doesn't know the word. He still falls asleep every night hugging the cardigan as his hyung's scent starts to fade away. He wanted so badly to ask someone when he would get to meet them again but he doesn't know who to ask.

After a week of staying there Hyunae finally visits. At least there is someone he's comfortable with even though he doesn't really like the pet names and touches she gave him. He didn't say it though. When Hyunae arrives Yoongi immediately becomes brighter, happier just by the sight of her and her scent. They were then given a room to talk privately.

"So how is it here, Yoongi?" Was the first thing she asked after they both sat down. She had a mug of tea in her hands while Yoongi was fiddling with his tail, plucking any loose hair.

I don't like it. They're mean. They smell bad. Too loud. They don't like me. I want hyungs. I miss hyungs. When am I going back? Those were the things he wanted to say but he kept it buried deep in himself in case someone would get upset if he said them.

"S' okay." He says instead and curls into himself.

"Really? You know you can be honest to me, right Yoongi? I won't be mad." Hyunae's tone was really gentle and it made some part of him reassured.

"T- they're a little mean but s' okay." He says quietly, half hoping she heard it half hoping she didn't.

"Who's mean to you, sweetie?"

"The other kids…" He mutters while keeping his head low.

Silence went on after that. He doesn't want to lift his head and see the worker's expression. But he was hoping she'd be mad or saying that it's his fault. But instead, she says, "I'll talk to them about this, okay? But I think they're just not used to being with you. I'm sure they'll like you once they know how cute you are." It made Yoongi smile a little. Something that he hasn't done in a while.

Hyunae then dismissed Yoongi not long after having the hybrid tell her about the mean things the other kids did. After that, she had a private talk with the adults in the house. Yoongi was told to watch some cartoons while waiting for them to finish. But Yunwoo beats him to it and gave him a sly smile. Yunwoo was a lot older than he is therefore he's a lot taller. Yoongi is already intimidated by his height, not to mention the sly things he does when Yuna and Hyunseok aren't watching. He ended up staring at nothing as he waited for the adults to finish and almost dozed off.

"Yoongi! Say goodbye to Hyunae noona!" Yuna shouts and Yoongi obeys.

The sight that greeted him was Hyunae already standing close to the door and the couple in front of her. She immediately crouched down and gestures for the hybrid to come to her.

"Now Yoongi, I've already told Yuna noona and Hyunseok hyung about the other kids, kay? They should be able to take care of it." She reassures and Yoongi just nods. Not once has he ever called them noona or hyung because it just didn't feel right. He never addresses them directly, usually just opting to use "excuse me" or some sort when he wants their attention. He rarely wants it anyway.

Hyunae departs from the house and Yoongi waves at her with a pout. Then the two others quickly crouched near him and he felt a hand on his head.

"Yoongi, why didn't you tell us they were bothering you?" Oh, they're angry at me, he said in his head as he tries to tear his gaze away.

"Yoongi-ah look at us!" Hyunseok said softly but it registered as a shout in the hybrid's brain. They're angry, that's all he could think of.

His vision blurred and it feels stuffy again. His heart beats frantically in his chest. His head feels heavy and his mind is getting hazy. A slight ringing could be heard as the couple's voice tuned out of his head. He feels light as if he could fly. The floor felt like it was swaying. He feels his eyes sting with tears so he closes them.

"Yoongi-ah!" He heard a deep voice calling out for him. He could imagine the dimpled smile that came along with it.

"H- hyung…" He visioned his taller hyung extending his hand as Jin hyung watched them with a smile. 

"-Gi-ah! Please come back!" He snapped out of his headspace. He was surrounded by Yuna's scent that was awfully too sweet. He remembers that it smells like the juice hyung bought him one time. What was it called? Rawberry? Tawberry? He detached himself from the woman, forgetting why he got all worked up in the first place.

"Oh my god, you scared us!" She tries to hug him again but Yoongi avoids it. Yuna didn't try further and just sat there in front of him as her husband followed.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" Hyunseok softly asked. Yoongi was happy that he kept his hands to himself.

"S- sorry…" The hybrid mutters. He was too exhausted to think of the words he'll need if he explains. His heart was still beating fast and hard in his chest and it hurts a bit. But it's better than earlier.

The couple seems to notice the tiredness displayed on the hybrid's face because they only sigh and stand up. Yuna offers a hand which Yoongi ignores as he slowly gets up. He was then dismissed and told to go take a nap if he wanted to. But it registered as something that he has to do. It settles in his mind like an order.

He doesn't even bother taking off his socks as he tucked himself under the covers. He grabs the cardigan and sniffs it. He whines when hyungs' scents aren't there anymore. He still hugged the piece of clothing close to him anyways. It's still something from Jin and Joon hyung. When is he going back?

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It was dinner time when he woke up. Hyunseok was the one that woke him up. He had a nightmare. He couldn't remember what it was about, but the feeling is still there. The fear and pain he felt were still there and tear tracks were still evident in his face. He didn't say anything when the man asked him though. He feels exhausted. Hyunseok didn't pressure him and just grabbed his hand and guided him to the bathroom to wash his face.

When they got into the dining room, everyone was already there. The room felt tense. None of the kids said anything and just glared at him while keeping their heads low. Yuna sat at the end of the table with her hands resting on the surface as she smiled at the cat hybrid.

Yoongi then sat on the chair that he always sat in. Everyone has their own seat that never changes. Hyunseok and Yuna always sit at the end while the kids starting from the oldest sit next to Hyunseok. Yoongi sat near Yuna in front of Taeho.

"Now before we eat. I wanna ask you guys and I hope everyone will be honest. If I caught any of you lying, your punishments will double, kay?" The man on the table said with much warning in his voice. Everyone nods silently except Yoongi, whose heart started beating faster with the mention of 'punishments'. His hand tremors as he gripped the hem of his sweater to calm himself down.

"You guys remember how long has Yoongi been staying here?" Hyunseok asks with a lighter tone than before.

"A week ago..." The kids except Yoongi answered with dread laced in their voices. Yoongi felt all of the tension was directed towards him and he doesn't like it.

"And how have you guys been treating him?" Yuna asks, taking all of the attention.

No one answered for a while. Everyone kept their heads down and flinched when they heard tapping sounds.

"Well? We're waiting." Yuna warns as her long nails tapped impatiently on the wooden surface of the table.

"Good, eomma. We treat him well." The second eldest spoke up and the couple raised their eyebrows.

"Really? Then why did I get a report that you guys are being mean to Yoongi?" Everyone visibly tensed, "I got a report saying you guys isolate him. You guys know what isolate means?" Everyone except Yoongi nods timidly, "Is it true?"

Silence…

"Well? Is it true?" Yuna asks with more force and the third eldest lifts her head.

"But he's not a part of us! He's just staying here! Besides, it's his fault for being so quiet! No one wants to play with someone like that!" She earned a warning glare from her older brothers.

"Mn! Eonni's right mom! He's boring and no fun!!" The youngest girl chirped in earning glares from her siblings. The two adults sighed and looked at Yoongi with a pitying gaze.

"Okay, so I'll assume from your answers that it is true you guys were isolating him-"

"No! No dad! We didn't!" Yunwoo slams his hand lightly on the table.

"Then how could you explain what your sisters said?" He deflates under his father's gaze, "Just as I thought," He scoffs, "Now since this is the first time this has happened, I'm going to go easy on you guys. You'll have this week's activity arranged and I'll only give you guys one hour of watching TV. I was going to give you guys at least three but since all of you lied," His gaze landed on Yunwoo, "I'll subtract it to one-"

"But dad!"

"No cutting me off!" He slams the table and the kids froze on the spot, especially Yoongi, "So, are we clear?" They nod, "Good, I'll give you the papers with your week's schedule. I'll assign a helper for every one of you to make sure you guys are doing what you were told. Now let's eat." Everyone lifted their utensils in unison.

Dinner went like that. All of them ate in silence and Yoongi could still feel glares directed at him.

After dinner, everyone was called to the study to get their week schedule handed out. Yoongi thought that included him, but he was wrong. When he followed the other kids to Hyunseok's study he was stopped by Yuna, who said that all of this was an exception to him because he was the victim. Yoongi didn't dare to question anything so he just nods and heads back to his room to clean himself up just like what Yuna instructed.

When he got into the bathtub, he could still feel his heart beating rapidly as he turned on the water. Yuna nor Hyunseok never helped him or anything with cleaning himself. The water settings were already set and he just needs to turn it on. The bathtub was layered with rubber mats so he doesn't slip. Shampoos and body wash were lined on the edge but sadly, he can't read so he just takes whichever bottle and uses it for both his hair and body.

He dries himself after that using the yellow towel that was given by the couple just for him. He got dressed in the clothes that Yuna already left for him before getting up the step stool to brush his teeth. His toothbrush was the ironman one. He likes it.

He then got into his shared room. Taeho hasn't come back yet so he's alone. His hair was a little damp but he didn't mind. When he lived with eomma and appa his hair was never dried properly so he doesn't mind. It was way colder with eomma and appa. Here it's a little warmer, it's better.

He was sure when Taeho returns he'll be given dagger-like stares from the dog hybrid. Or maybe Taeho will be mad and unleash his anger on him, who knows. He just wants to sleep and he tries to. It didn't take long for him to drift away while hugging the cardigan close to him.

He wants to get out of here soon. He wants to be with his hyungs again. It's okay if he's going to go back to the hospital. He just wants to see his hyungs again...

Well, that hope shatters two and a half weeks after he got everyone in trouble.

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Hyunae visited him once a week but he only dared to ask about it to his social worker now. Tears were already edging his eyes.

"W- what…?" He said with disbelief.

"I'm sorry Yoongi. But you're not going to see them again because you'll be staying here for… years or until someone adopts you." Hyunae was trying her best to calm the hybrid down but it was no use.

"N- no! I don't want to! I hate it here!" The boy shouts with tears bubbling in his eyes. Almost three weeks worth of his pent up frustrations and anger finally spilling, it's not going to be pretty.

"Yoongi, you don't have any-'' The hybrid screamed as he stood up and pushed the chair he was sitting on hard enough for it to slide back. He was kicking his feet into the ground and thrashing around while wailing and crying. Hyunae is worried about his shoulder but when she tries to get close to the hybrid she earns a good punch to her throat.

"I don't want to be here! I hate it! I have everyone here! I hate this stupid house!" He yells and stomps harder into the carpet. A scream leaves him when the woman tries to get a hold of him. He pulled the carpet causing it to move a table on top of it and knocking over a vase. It didn't break, but the flower and water spilled and the vase itself cracked a little.

By now Hyunae is also panicking because she never thought Yoongi could have a meltdown like this. She was surprised that his foster parents weren't entering the room although they must have heard Yoongi's deafening scream earlier.

"I want hyung-deul! I want hyung-deul!" He yells louder and starts hitting the floor.

"Yoongi-"

"I want hyung-deul!!!" He screams and kicks the fallen vase away causing a cracking sound to break through his cries.

She doesn't know what to do.

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Things were going slowly but kind of well for Seokjin and Namjoon. After dealing with Yoongi's parents legally for about three days, the devilish couple is now in jail and it puts a sense of relief to the couple. The first day after they're done with Yoongi's parents is when the stages of grief start to hit Seokjin. He didn't want to do anything.

He refused come to work and was still in bed when Namjoon left for work. The younger thought that it won't be that bad and that his husband would already get out of bed by the time noon comes. But no, when he came back, Seokjin was still in bed covered by the duvet with a heavy frown. Namjoon ended up carrying his husband over his shoulder out of the room so he would eat.

He was also dealing with his own grief. Silently. Letting his thoughts consume him whenever he's alone in his studio or when his husband was sleeping. Sometimes his thoughts go overboard and he struggles to get back to reality. But he manages to come back every time without the help of anyone so he's fine.

Both of them have very different ways of dealing with and handling this. But inside they're the same, both of them are missing Yoongi.

The grief lasted for three to almost four days before Seokjin was back to normal. He started going to work again and his frown was mostly gone. Namjoon never brought up Yoongi except if the elder was the one who bought it up first and he would've made it as short as possible.

It was all doing well, he thinks. In no time his husband would be back to how he used to be

But he didn't expect to get a call from Hyunae.

It was a little embarrassing actually. Because when the phone rang, they were having a steamy make-out session. Both of them were already breathless as their tongues clashed with each other in an open-mouthed kiss. Both of them let out breathy moans and grunts as the kiss deepened. 

Seokjin let out a high-pitched moan when the younger pushed him down to the sofa and slipped a hand under his shirt to graze his chest. The elder gasped for air when Namjoon parted from their kiss to lick a long stripe along his neck before kissing it roughly which sent shivers down the elder's spine.

More breathy and high-pitched moans filled the living room as Namjoon's hand inched closer to the spot where it was starting to ache so bad for being ignored. But his husband likes to tease, he could feel him smirking as Seokjin whines desperately. And that is when the phone rang.

At first, they chose to ignore it and continue what they were doing. Namjoon's hand inches closer and closer to the elder's ache but it just never gets close enough to bring relief and he grows frustrated. He whines every time and he could tell that his husband was enjoying this too much

The phone rang again and again but they kept ignoring it.

Until Namjoon decides that whoever is calling isn't going to give up and furiously takes the phone from the coffee table and gives it to Seokjin. He orders him to pick it up and make it as quick as possible because he's not planning to stop doing what he was doing. Seokjin didn't fight against him and just took a deep breath as he answered the phone.

"Hello?" He said with much annoyance in his tone while still trying to keep it steady. He struggles to do it because Namjoon was still sucking marks on his now exposed chest.

"This is Kim Seokjin?" He knows this voice but was too fogged to be able to remember or notice it.

"Yes and get to the point, please. Why are you calling?" He bites his bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping.

"Uh… this is Jung Hyunae, I'm the worker that's assigned to Yoongi," That made Seokjin stop what Namjoon was doing as his face turned into a frown. Then he noticed the sound of crying in the background, "I called you because is it okay if Yoongi came to your place?" Now Seokjin completely pushed Namjoon away from on top of him as he sat up and pulled down his shirt. The younger man whined but Seokjin gestured him to shut up with a finger.

"Yoongi come here? When? Why?" He asked with worry.

"We'll be heading there now from Daegu so it'll be around night when we- Yoongi! Stop! Um, when we get there. He's having a really bad meltdown and he keeps shouting for you. It's not gonna stop until he sees both of you. He" Hyunae sounds like she's in a hassle. The crying in the background got louder and another woman's shout could be heard in the background. He really wants to know what is happening on the other side.

"What?! But isn't he doing fine these three weeks??" Namjoon was now eyeing him curiously and worriedly.

"That's also what I thought but I guess that's not the case. Maybe he's been keeping everything to himself and his body couldn't take it any- ouch! More!" Rustling filled the other line before Hyunae's voice returned. She sounds tired, "So, is it okay if we come where and let Yoongi stay for the night? And possibly a few days."

"W- wait, let me discuss it with my husband first."

"Please hurry." And with that, he muted the phone and turned to Namjoon.

Namjoon immediately opened his mouth to ask but the elder stopped him and told him to listen carefully. He told a brief story of the current situation and how Hyunae was asking if Yoongi could stay here for the night or possibly more. The younger didn't have any obligations, just that… "We're not expecting to have a kid at home so we don't have kid's stuff. Is that okay?"

Seokjin mutters a "Good point." Before picking up the phone and unmuting it. He puts it on speaker

"So? What did he say?" The social worker sounds... desperate now.

"He says it's okay," Namjoon hums as a confirmation, "But we don't have any kid's stuff here, is that okay? Or do we need to go on a last-minute shopping trip? Ah shoot but it's seven now." His brows were furrowed after he glanced at the time.

"You don't have to do it now. Tomorrow is okay. Yoongi is going to stay there for at least three days to a week before we can find another foster home for him. My boss just confirmed that. He'll bring some clothes from here but I don't know if he still wants to wear it after arriving at your place. He seems to really hate it here," She laughs tiredly, "We'll get going now. Again I'm sorry that this is so sudden but… I don't know what to do because he just won't stop crying. Jeez, I don't know how to get him into the car either." Both of them could tell that she was facepalming.

"Or do you want us to go there?" Namjoon suddenly said after a while of silence. Seokjin didn't think of that.

"No, we'll just go there. I also think putting him in a foster home in Seoul is better. Kill two birds with one stone." She laughs. The crying in the background still occurred.

"Okay then. Is this your personal number? I can text you our exact address if you want."

"Yes this is my personal number and that would be a big help. Thank you so much." She really sounds grateful amidst her stressed-out voice.

"Don't mention it. See you soon. Stay safe, drive carefully, it's dark outside, and watch out for the snow." Seokjin ends the call.

Both of them sighed and leaned back to the couch. Their arousal was already gone from the stress they got from that one phone call with the constant crying in the background that they surely know it's Yoongi. He wonders if Hyunae will be able to handle the hybrid.

But did they make the right choice? This means that they'll be a temporary home for Yoongi till the agency finds another foster home for him. Shit, he needs to do a lot of shopping.

"Joon-"

"Hyung-" Both of them said at the same time and froze a little. Namjoon gestures to him to go first.

"Joon we don't have another bed! No clothes for Yoongi, no shampoo or soap for kids-slash-hybrids!" The elder shouted in distress.

"Hyunae said it's okay. We can go shopping tomorrow. Let's just… see where Yoongi can sleep when he gets here, kay? I don't think he needs to shower when he gets here. For clothes… let's dig out the closet to see what we can find, kay?" With that Seokjin sighs in defeat and nods. He really needs to get rid of this bad habit of freaking out.

They had around three hours before Yoongi arrived so they immediately started doing things. Both of them dig around their walk-in closet to find more abandoned clothes that could at least fit Yoongi. It took them a while but in the deepest part of their closet, they found another T-shirt and pants that Seokjin recognizes as one of his cousins.

He doesn't even know how things end up there but he's grateful that they did. He thinks that it's from their house-warming party where his parents invited too many relatives that he doesn't even remember to their apartment four years ago. God the number of kids screaming and running around was… horrific and their room (cause it was the only room where it has a bed) ended up smelling like kids and baby powder for days. He remembers that here we're around nine to eleven kids at that time.

Time flies so fast. Did they really take that long? Two hours already passed when they went to the kitchen to hydrate themselves. Both of them leaned back on the counter to catch their breath after they finished a glass. They looked at each other with a worried gaze.

"What else should we prepare? Will he want to eat when he gets here? Should I cook something? What should I-"

"Stop," Namjoon cuts him off with a tired glare, "Let's just wait till he gets here. I doubt that he would want to eat cause he's probably really disoriented when he's here." Seokjin pouted at his stern tone, but he was right. He should just go with the flow for now. Why do I always freak out when it comes to Yoongi? 

"Because you want to impress him…?" Seokjin looked up to his husband while huffing a confused "Huh?", "You want to impress Yoongi. You want him to like you or… view you as someone he can trust, someone who can be set as a good example, someone… good and amazing," He was still lost and his face was written with it, "Oh, so you weren't supposed to say that aloud, did you?" Namjoon snickers behind his hand and the elder's eyes widen as his face and ears flush red.

He tries to smack Namjoon without seeing. He manages to hit him on his shoulder… or maybe his neck. Seokjin doesn't know but the fact that he hit him already satisfies him. He sighs once he finds the courage to unhide his face.

"Okay, you're right I guess. How did you thought of that?" He asks whilst the taller man was soothing his sore shoulder.

"I don't know. It just came to me last night."

"You've… been thinking about it?" He looks surprised.

"Of course. Every time I can since we decided to get involved with… this…"

"I- I thought you didn't really care…" Seokjin says guiltily and now it's Namjoon's turn to look confused.

"Excuse me? You think that I don't care??" He asks in a raised voice, feeling accused.

"I- I- well you never look like you care! About Yoongi I mean! Like… you always said to me like don't worry, just move on bla bla bla. So it's not my fault to think like that!" The elder pants after his rant. He realizes that what he said must have hurt Namjoon. His husband looks disappointed even though he could tell that Namjoon was trying to hide it, "S- sorry…"

Namjoon clenches his jaw. He thought they went past this. They've discussed this two times already. Does Seokjin still not get it? Didn't he mention that he's the one who has to stay calm and reassure Seokjin? Does Seokjin think he was joking? What does he take Namjoon as? Someone oblivious and heartless?

Okay, he has to admit the oblivious part but he's not heartless. It could take him a while to notice people's feelings and all but he's not heartless.

"Mmn kay." Was what he said instead. Both of them are tired, not to mention that they've been cockblocked earlier (not that he minds too much).

He walks away from the kitchen counter leaving his husband alone there. What Seokjin said hurt him so he needs a little time to cool down. He's sure that all of this anger and hurt would disappear after a while

The doorbell rang and both of them shot each other a look. They walk to the door together, hand in hand whilst soothing each other. They both took a deep breath as they approached the door. They could already hear Yoongi crying and Hyunae's voice shushing him. Another deep breath before Seokjin grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.

"Hi." Hyunae says tiredly with Yoongi in her arms. He was crying like there was no tomorrow. He was crying more than when he was in the hospital last time. The couple's heart breaks, he looks so miserable.

Namjoon was the first one to step forward. He hovered his hand near Yoongi's face and exposed his wrist. He learned this from when he first met Seokjin's brother (hybrid). The hybrid's animal instincts are much stronger when they're vulnerable. Just like how to approach a cat, let it smell you first.

Yoongi's head turned towards the wrist. He's not seeing it but he starts sniffing. Namjoon doubts he can see clearly through his heavily swollen eyes filled with tears.

A few hard sniffs later, Yoongi started crying some more and detached himself from the worker. He made grabby hands towards Namjoon with the guide of his nose. Hyunae doesn't stop the dimpled man from taking the hybrid. Yoongi then proceeds to bury his face into the crook of Namjoon's neck once he was in Namjoon's arm. He grips the man tightly, he's koalaing Namjoon. His tail wrapped around the man's bicep and his ears tickling his neck.

Seeing the sight made Seokjin come to the verge of tears due to the overwhelming warmth that's blooming in him. He brings a hand up to his chest to feel how fast his heart is beating. It's beating fast alright. Was it because he got to see Yoongi again or seeing Namjoon being so fatherly to Yoongi? Both, he thinks.

"I'll go inside first." Namjoon excuse himself while soothing his hand across Yoongi's back. He nods apologetically towards Hyunae before turning around and giving his husband, who's still a little stunned a wide smile. It took Seokjin a while to reconnect to the real world and notice that Hyunae is still standing in front of the door.

"S- sorry," He mutters sheepishly, "Come inside, you must be tired after driving for three hours with Yoongi crying." He steps aside and motions her to come inside but she raises both of her hands to her chest.

"No, I'll just get going. It is hard to concentrate on driving while hearing him cry," She giggles a little, "I was worried that he'll jump out of the car seat or something so I was busy looking back and forth between the road and Yoongi. But he sat still even though from time to time he'd… screech…" Seokjin let out a polite laugh.

After discussing a few things that didn't even take five minutes Hyunae leaves. He sighs as he closes the door. He leaned on the door and took a deep breath. He could still hear Yoongi's faint cries from the living room. He could also hear Namjoon soothingly shushing him like how he would when Seokjin was crying or stressed. Repeatedly saying "It's okay", "Everything will be okay", "You can cry if you want to" and other reassuring words that are, well, reassuring.

He decides to join the two after taking a few breaths. Yoongi was now hiccuping on Namjoon's shoulder, still koalaing him. It's such a cute sight but it also makes his heartache a little thinking of will this be a vision he'll often see if they have kids.

Stop , he reminds himself. He can't get emotional now. Yoongi is the main focus now.

He finally walks over to them and sat next to Namjoon. The hybrid immediately acknowledges his presence and demands to be held by him. His heart filled with warmth as he felt one of Yoongi's hands grip tighter on his shoulder. It hurts a bit, but it doesn't suppress the warmth he's feeling.

"H- hyung…" Yoongi hiccups and Seokjin finds himself lightly bouncing the hybrid in his arms. Yoongi was no longer crying now. Just some occasional hiccups. The eldest in the room can see the dark patch on Namjoon's shoulder.

"I'll bring water." The younger said as he stood up but Yoongi gripped his shirt, whining, "I'll come back quickly, I promise." Namjoon assures while gently curling the boy's hand.

"Yoonie, are you hungry?" The elder asks softly, just like how he always does towards Yoongi. The hybrid shakes his head, "Sleepy? Wanna go to bed?" He shakes his head again though Seokjin could tell that he was sleepy.

Namjoon then came back with a glass of water. He held it up for Yoongi and the hybrid drank it… only a few sips that didn't even make any changes to the glass. He puts the glass on the coffee table as far away as possible from them in case it'll get kicked.

"You wanna sleep?" The hybrid nods, "Then let me take you to-" A whine cuts him off. The hybrid hugs him tighter, reluctant to let go.

"Why don't we sleep together?" His husband suddenly chirps in making the two others turn their heads towards him. Yoongi was still hiding his face, "Sleep in my and Jin hyung's room. How's that sound, Yoongs?" The hybrid shakes his head as a hiccup left him, "Sleep here? On the sofa? We can make it bigger and I can get blankets and pillows! How about that?" Yoongi's cat ears perked up in interest and he shyly lifted his head to look at Namjoon who had a big smile on his face. He hesitated but eventually shyly nods. His eyes were swollen pretty badly and his face was blotchy.

"But before that, let's change your clothes into something more relaxed and clean before sleeping," Seokjin reminds and he coos at the pout Yoongi gave him. He was afraid that the hybrid would cry again but much to his surprise, Yoongi nods, "Okay then. Joonie will set up the sofa." He said, mostly to Namjoon.

He decides to get Yoongi ready in the guest bathroom. He helped Yoongi wash his face to clean his face from the dried tears. It was a bit of a challenge to do so with the boy's bangs in the way so Seokjin ran to his room to get a hair clip and clipped the younger's bangs up. Yoongi didn't want to use it at first but he looks very content when he can easily wash his face.

Then Seokjin wanted to tell him to brush his teeth but the realization that he doesn't have any kid's toothbrush shatters his desire so he just told the hybrid to rinse his mouth… thoroughly.

The clothes that he and Namjoon found earlier were already sitting on the toilet lid so he just pointed at it when he said the younger one needs to change into it. Just to make sure that he was okay with it. There were no complaints or signs of dislike from the hybrid so he's glad. He helps Yoongi with changing. Taking off his current clothes and putting them next to where Yoongi was sitting on the countertop deciding that he'll wash them tomorrow when he's doing laundry.

When he helped the hybrid take off his sweater, he noticed that his left arm was a little limp again and he couldn't lift it too high. It was fine when Yoongi left the hospital, what's wrong with it now? He'll check on that later… Wait, did Yoongi even go to checkups in these three weeks? He should've gone to a check-up after two weeks of leaving the hospital.

After Yoongi's done, they exited the bathroom with the hybrid hoisted high on the elder's hip, no longer looking too wrecked even though his nose and eyes were still red and swollen. Yoongi was still too light, it worried him. He was hoping that him staying with a wealthy family would get him to eat lots. But he guesses that it was not the case. He's going to make Yoongi eat lots with all of the time he has. By the way, what happened to Yoongi?

When they reached the living room, Namjoon was done. The table was pushed away near the TV. The sofa was unfolded and layered with blankets and pillows. It looks cozy. Seokjin could see the effort that Namjoon puts into making the whole thing. Seokjin flicked the main light off on his way to the sofa and now the room was dimly lit. The perfect brightness, Seokjin would say.

Yoongi looked satisfied and happy when was under the covers. He was still sitting with his back against the backrest. Namjoon and Seokjin were lying down beside him with their heads propped up by their arms. Their warmth made him feel safe. He missed them, missed them so much that he thinks those three weeks away from them were hell.

"Do you want to sleep now?" The boy shakes his head. He doesn't want to sleep just yet.

"Want to watch a movie?" Namjoon asks while looking up to the sitting boy. Thank God tomorrow's the weekend so they won't need to worry about getting up in the morning.

"What movie?" Yoongi asks curiously, his head tilted and boy does Seokjin miss that cute tilted head look on the hybrid.

"Mmn… I dunno. Let's see what we can find." Namjoon reached behind him to grab the remote and turned on the TV.

They ended up watching Zootopia, the Korean dubbed version because Yoongi can't read yet. The hybrid was excited and was really interested in the movie. Just by seeing Judy Hopps made him smile. He also giggled a little when that part played, the part where Judy pretends she was dying on the school play. But of course, he didn't last long as he was already nodding his head every now and then just ten minutes into the movie. None of the two men blames him, he must be tired after a rough day.

The hybrid was fully asleep now. Namjoon turns off the TV as Seokjin sits up and proceeds to lie Yoongi down and tuck him under the blankets. Both of them lie back down and stare fondly at the hybrid sleeping between them. The hybrid looks at peace. His chest rises and falls slowly along with soft snores. The two adults looked at each other and smiled before sneaking a kiss over Yoongi's head.

"Goodnight." Seokjin whispered to the two others with a smile. Namjoon looks like he was on the verge of falling asleep as he muttered a little "Night" back at him with his eyes already closed.

Needless to say the eldest of the three could hear loud snores in seconds. He smiles to himself even though he worries the snores might wake the kid up. But he feels all warm inside. They must look like a family. Sleeping together in the living room on the sofa bed with Yoongi in the middle.

Again, the question and ache came back to him, Will this be something I'd often experience if I didn't refuse back then…?

He really wants kids now. Did he made the wrong decision?

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Seokjin was of course the one to wake up first out of the three. He woke up around 09.30 AM and stayed there, admiring the two next to him. Namjoon was sleeping facing up with his mouth agape and loud snores were coming out of him. Seokjin wonders how Yoongi can sleep peacefully next to a snoring monster. It even took Seokjin half a year to get used to the loud snores.

Yoongi on the other hand was sleeping on his side, facing the eldest. His mouth was slightly opened and drool was pooling underneath him. Seokjin doesn't mind at all. He's glad actually, that means the hybrid feels safe enough to sleep so peacefully. Soft little snores were coming out of him overshadowed by Namjoon's. The hybrid's snores were so soft and it might be mistaken as a purr. Or was it a purr?

It's after around ten minutes that Seokjin decides to get up and go to the kitchen. He doesn't know what to make for breakfast. Maybe juk is good. Yeah, juk it is.

"Morning, Yoongichi." Seokjin giggles after he heard the hybrid groaning. He turns around to see Yoongi sleepily standing next to the kitchen island. His eyes were still closed shut as he rubbed them. He looks sleepy and small and soft and so so huggable with how his hair is disheveled making all of the points earlier double. A line of drool was faintly visible on the left side of his chin. Yoongi replies with something incoherent, "I'm almost done making breakfast. Why don't you take a seat?" He says mindlessly as he checks the juk in the pot.

He heard feet padding across the tiles before a screech of the stool being pulled back from the table. Then, Seokjin almost had a heart attack remembering how small and short Yoongi is and that he might fall off and maybe have a concussion, or crack his head, or break his bones, or die. He quickly turns around.

"Yoon-!" He cuts himself off when he sees the hybrid sitting sleepily on the counter. His ears were droopy and his tail was swishing slowly behind him. He's okay. Seokjin sighed in relief and clenched his chest because of the mini heart attack he got. How could he be so careless? He should pay more attention in the future.

"Did you sleep well?" The elder mindlessly asks as he pours the juk into three bowls. The hybrid only hums but it was enough for Seokjin. Then, Namjoon stumbled into the kitchen.

"Morning," The dimpled man yawns as he walks over to one of the stools, "Morning Yoongs. Did you have a good sleep?" He said while ruffling the hybrid's hair and giving little scratches behind his cat ears. The boy nodded and it lit up a smile on Namjoon's face.

"Smells good." He mutters mindlessly as he places his head on top of his folded arms on the counter.

"Mn. Hyung always makes the best food, right Yoongi?" The boy nods at the statement and it makes Seokjin blush as he tries to balance three bowls at the same time.

"Shut up," He says shyly with his face and neck flushed, "Now, enjoy your breakfast." He placed a bowl in front of them and the two shared a mischievous smile.

After one of the best breakfasts that Seokjin has had in a while, he told Yoongi about going to buy a few things for him and the house. All of them got ready with Seokjin helping Yoongi to a bath in the master bathroom. At first, the hybrid looks confused as to why the elder was following him into the bathroom but he didn't say anything. He was secretly happy that hyung stayed.

Seokjin could tell that it was one of the best baths Yoongi has ever taken. He was happily playing with the rubber ducks that Namjoon liked to collect. For once Yoongi was a giggling mess as he sank and squeaked the ducks into the water while his hyung shampooed his hair with the mildest shampoo he has at the moment. Namjoon eventually came into the bathroom too, hearing all of the giggles from his beloved husband and their little guest. He doesn't want to miss this moment.

Namjoon sat on a little stool next to the tub as he listened to the story that Yoongi just came up with the rubber ducks. Finally, his love for collecting the rubber toys is useful. At some point, Namjoon started to splash water towards the hybrid who avenged himself by splashing back. It became a little war between them, ignoring the eldest complaint about getting the whole place and himself wet. But he was laughing so he wasn't really angry.

When the bath ended, all of them were drenched. Out of the three Seokjin was the least drenched so he let Namjoon take a shower first as he dressed up Yoongi.

And it was a challenge.

Hyunae was right, Yoongi does hate everything about the foster home. He completely refused any clothes given by his ex-foster parents. Seokjin showed him clothes after clothes but Yoongi was sternly refusing them, all of them. He was even on the verge of crying, Seokjin thinks. It did take a while, but when he dug deeper into the bag that came with Yoongi last night, he saw a familiar shirt, jeans, and cardigan. He brightens and takes the three pieces out.

"How about this? Is this okay?" Seokjin asks the hybrid who was sitting on the bed wrapped with a towel and was only wearing underwear underneath it. At least he is still willing to wear something from the foster home. He's really grateful that there's a heater. Otherwise, Yoongi would have frozen to death.

Seokjin could see Yoongi's face lit up seeing the clothes before nodding. Finally, he sighs internally and keeps the smile on his lips.

By the time Yoongi was all dressed up Namjoon got out of the bathroom fully dressed and hair was styled more softly unlike his usual slicked back hair. Then the couple switched places. It's Seokjin's turn to get himself ready for the trip ahead of them.

"Yoongi-ah," The hybrid hums in question, "Why don't you like your foster home?" Seokjin was the one who asked.

"Everyone's mean…"

"Everyone? Even the parents??" The eldest was more worried now.

"N- no! They were… nice I guess. But the other kids are mean… they don't like me…" Yoongi pouts.

"How're they mean? What did they do?" Namjoon feels Seokjin's mama bear mode turn on as he said that.

"They won't play with me! Yesol pushed me. T- Taeho said I'm a stealer. I didn't steal anything! He- he said that everything I touch becomes dirty! They… they also said I shouldn't celebrate Christmas with them cause I'm not a family… I never celebrated Christmas but they do and they ignored me..." The hybrid sniffs.

"You feel left out?" Yoongi nods.

"I never celebrated Christmas and I don't know how, but that doesn't mean they should leave me out." Namjoon was a little shocked by the hybrid's sentence. It's quite heavy for a kid to say that.

"I- I…" Seokjin was tongue tied. They were… mean. Was it because they're spoiled too much or…?

"Did you tell anyone about it?" Yoongi nods.

"I told Hyunae noona. Everyone got arranged schedules for a week after that. But they hate me more because of that…'' The couple's heart breaks. It must have been hard for Yoongi.

"Where are we going?" Yoongi asks to change the subject. He tries to make his tone more cheery.

"We're going to buy some things for the house and you!" Seokjin says brightly.

"Me…? Why me?" The hybrid tilted his head.

"Because you'll be staying with us! Do you want to stay with us?" Namjoon turned back to look at him. The little boy let out a gasp, covering his mouth before nodding furiously, "Then since you're going to be staying with us, you'll need a bed, clothes, soap and shampoo, a toothbrush, and more!" Seokjin watched the hybrid through the rear mirror with a fond smile. He glanced at Namjoon who also has a big smile as he animatedly listed the things earlier.

"B- but only for… me…?"

"Well yeah, I guess," Namjoon answers mindlessly as he looks forward again.

"Hyung-deul doesn't have to…" The hybrid sounds guilty as he ducks his head down, eyes completely disappearing with his bangs.

"Nope, hyung-deul has to. Besides, we also need to buy some things for ourselves too."

"But 's expensive… Eomma said I don't deserve to spend a lot of money…" Yoongi was now antsy in the back seat. He was picking on his nails when he felt a hand on the side of his head and slowly looked up.

"Yoonie, that's what your mother said and she's wrong." He still looks unconvinced.

The couple exchanged glances and came up with an idea. Seokjin unbuckled his seatbelt as Namjoon did the same to fully turn around and look at the hybrid. The couple exchanged glances one last time before taking a deep breath.

"What are the rules in your home, Yoonie?" Seokjin asks first, "Or what does your mother say you can't do or… deserve." It felt bitter in his mouth. The hybrid hums unsurely as he continues to look down and fiddle with his hand.

"Yoongi, you know you can tell us anything, right? We'll listen and won't get angry. Promise." Yoongi still didn't do anything and the two could only sigh. It'll still be a while and will require a lot of energy to coax the hybrid into telling them everything. It's okay, both of them are patient and would wait a thousand years if they have to.

"Okay, how about we go deal with our current task first, that is shopping! How does that sound?" The boy stiffly nods, "Okay then get out of the car. We're here!" Yoongi immediately looked up.

"We're here? Since when?!" He asks surprised and the couple giggles.

"Since I turned around, silly! I wouldn't do that if we hadn't parked the car! If I did that while driving, we could've died!" Yoongi's expression was as if it's shouting "Good point". 

Another wave of giggles left the couple as they exited the car through their own doors before Namjoon opened Yoongi's door, taking him out. Yoongi's clothes were far too thin so he started shaking immediately when the cold air hit him. Namjoon just chose to carry the hybrid so he could keep the child warm.

"Is our Yoonie cold?" Seokjin said as the two approached him. The eldest ruffled the hybrid hair as Yoongi nods, "Let's buy you a jacket, kay? Maybe some new shoes too and some clothes, pants and anything you want." The eldest told the hybrid as they entered the building.

Inside was a lot warmer. A few minutes inside Yoongi wasn't shaking cold anymore but even so, Namjoon still carried him.

Their first mission was to buy a bed and things for the guest room. They don't mind Yoongi decorating it to his taste too even though he'll only be staying for a few days. They've promised themselves to make Yoongi's short stay the best nights he ever had.

It also became some sort of a reminder that they need to eventually finish furnishing their apartment, something they've ignored for almost three years. 

Their apartment was actually a gift from Seokjin's parents when they got "married". Then because the older couple doesn't like it when their son and son-in-law get things too easily, they decided to leave it unfurnished. It was also a question for both Seokjin and Namjoon as to why they decided to give them an unfurnished apartment. But they're still grateful for it and thankfully they picked a place where Namjoon's and Seokjin's incomes are capable of paying the rent and all. They chose that apartment because they invested in it so they kinda got a discount for their rent. Yep, rich people are weird sometimes.

"Yoonie, if you find something that you like don't hesitate to tell us, kay? We're gonna be searching things for your room." The eldest said once they entered the store.

"M- my room?"

"Uh-huh. You're going to get your own room, how's that sound?" Namjoon looked at the hybrid as he spoke.

"M- my room…? My own room? Wih- with only me ?" The hybrid looks… bewildered. Didn't he get his own room in the foster home? Why is he so surprised?

"Mn. Like your room in your foster home." Namjoon confirms. His husband was already far ahead, but still in sight.

"I need to share again…?" The dimpled man let out a confused sound, "I… shared a room with Taeho there… I don't like him. He's mean! Who am I going to share with?" Oh .

"Well… then I mean that you don't have to share with anyone. The room will be yours with you only. You don't have to share with anyone." Namjoon smiles when he sees the excited look on the younger's face. He's so happy with little things like these.

"R- really?!" Namjoon nods and then feels arms tighten around him. He yelped a little, "H- hyung… hyung-deul are so nice… t- thank you..." The hybrid really does sound grateful. Namjoon smiles at the little 'thank you in the end. Shows that Yoongi is well mannered despite living with bad and ill-mannered people.

"Joon-ah! Come!" Seokjin shouts from somewhere in front of them.

"Coming!" The younger shouted back and quickened his pace. He knows that his husband called him to make sure he was still tailing him and not lost somewhere. 

It took about an hour of walking around the store before they finished. They bought beds, nightstands, lamps and other things that you'd need in a bedroom. Yoongi didn't say much until Seokjin ushered him again to tell them what he wanted them and then he ended up buying a kumamon night lamp. The couple thinks that Yoongi instantly fell in love with Kumamon since he asked if there's anything else like the mascot.

Then they went to a kid's clothing store. They bought maybe a little too many clothes for Yoongi. Maybe, that is it. Seokjin still thinks that it's the right amount even though now Namjoon is carrying lots of bags and Yoongi was walking with Seokjin, holding his hand. He bought different sized clothes in case Yoongi quickly outgrew them (he forgot Yoongi was only staying for a few days).

Then they went to a shoe store. It didn't take long for Yoongi to choose light-up shoes. He was beyond happy when he wore them out of the store. He wouldn't stop stomping his feet to make the shoes light up. He couldn't stop smiling at the shoes and the couple didn't stop him.

Then Namjoon decided that the bags were becoming too much and begged to put them in the car first if they were going to continue touring the mall. Of course, Seokjin pities him and the three went back to the car.

Then they decided to head back to the apartment since when they asked Yoongi what he wants for dinner, he answered,

"C- can I eat what Jin hyung cooks…?" He asked shyly and the two adults were a little stunned. Namjoon was the one who broke into a smile first and agreed that home-cooked dinner is the best. Then two younger ones looked at the eldest with puppy eyes that made Seokjin's heart beat a mile a minute. He decides that he'll make Seolleongtang and rice cake soup. The perfect dish for a cozy dinner. But they need to drop by the grocery store first.

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"What's wrong, Yoonie?" Seokjin asks when he saw the hybrid standing in the kitchen with a little pout. The elder played the movie Yoongi couldn't finish last night as he cooked dinner. Namjoon was occupied at the moment in a sudden online meeting requested by an artist he's working with.

Seokjin took a peek at the living room just in time to see the last end credits of the movie. Ah, so Yoongi was probably bored. Wait, did he watch the whole end credit? He was probably staring at something else.

"Oh, do you want me to play another movie or cartoon?" The hybrid shakes his head.

"Play with me…?" Yoongi asks. He's now more comfortable with voicing the things he wants to both of them so that was progress. A quick one too.

"Sorry, Yoonie. I'm busy cooking right now. Oh! Do you want to help me? You can snack on the ingredients too if you want." He giggles when the boy nods excitedly.

They made dinner together. Seokjin lifted Yoongi to the counter so the hybrid could watch him work. Yoongi "helped" cutting the vegetables but stopped less than halfway when cutting the onions because his eyes were getting watery. He made a comment when he watched Seokjin cutting the rest of the onions ("Hyung has superpowers! Hyung can cut the onions!").

Yoongi also helped put the ingredients into the pot. Seokjin likes to add pieces of teared up nori when eating the rice cake soup and seolleongtang so he asked Yoongi to tear the nori even though he ended up eating half of the package. Seokjin doesn't complain, he brought flavored nori and they were really good. He also ended up eating them himself. Thankfully they still got a medium-sized bowl full of nori left for dinner.

Honestly, everything about his little bonding time with Yoongi was so wholesome and precious even though by the end of it Yoongi kept whining about his hands smelling like onions and garlic.

Seokjin placed Yoongi down before carrying the dishes to the dining table. Finally, the dining table has been ignored for so long because both he and Namjoon prefer to eat at the kitchen island or the living room. But now, since there's Yoongi and it's not convenient to eat there, they'll have to eat at the dining table.

"Are you hungry?" Seokjin asks once all of the dishes have been laid out perfectly on the table.

"Mn. Smells good." He could see Yoongi was drooling a little. He feels pride blossoming in him.

"Why don't you see if Namjoon's done or not while I set the table," The hybrid let out an "Okay!" before running off towards the master bedroom, "Don't forget to knock first!" He reminds the younger who replies with another "Okay!". Namjoon is easily startled when he's feeling anxious or stressed and that's most likely what he's feeling right now. After all, this was a really famous and successful artist he was working with. And he's secretly a fan of her too so his heart must be beating frantically.

But it was still a pity that he had a sudden meeting. Namjoon was planning on helping Yoongi decorate and organize his room. When they got home the furniture they bought had already arrived and when they finished placing Yoongi's bed into his room (the other bed is also already in another room fyi) he got a sudden call and hasn't come out of their shared room. Delivery services these days are fast and he could always ask the guards to help him move things (they're whipped for him). Oh, the privileges of being handsome and pretty to both genders are wonderful.

He heard Yoongi knocking on the door and a "Joon hyung?" as he grabbed the bowls and utensils. The sound of the door opening and closing echoed next. When he got back to the dining table and peeked at the bedroom door, Yoongi wasn't there so he must be inside. It's just him alone now.

He went to the living room and turned off the TV and wiped the coffee table to get the cookie crumbs off. He picked up the cookie packaging and went to the kitchen for a rubber band and tied the thing close, putting it on top of the kitchen island.

He then cleaned the kitchen a bit. Namjoon was the one doing the dishes tonight (Not including smash/crackable-able things) so he placed the dirty cutting board, pots, pans, and other uncrackable things into the sink and washes the crackable ones.

He and Namjoon have decided to explain some rules of their place since Yoongi is still so timid every time he wants to do something even though he has progressed a lot. They'll have this talk after dinner, after Namjoon finishes, washing the dishes.

Was it because of his parents that he became so timid? Well… from the stories that Yoongi told him about them, Seokjin could connect the dots and come to conclusions that they're the type of persons who'd get mad at every little "mistake" the hybrid does. Their abuse must have left a scar in Yoongi, physically or mentally. He hopes that he and Namjoon- or anyone the hybrid is going to live with in the future can ease that scar. He hopes Yoongi won't grow up scared and too haunted by his past.

Just as Seokjin was done finishing his part of the dishes and walked over to the dining table, Namjoon and Yoongi got out of the room. The tall man was carrying the hybrid, tickling him and giggles echoed through the apartment. Seokjin smiles widely at the sight as he takes off the lid of the dishes.

"Hyung! I helped Jin hyung make dinner!" Yoongi says proudly and Namjoon exaggerates his surprised look.

"Wow, what did you do??" The second youngest in the room lowered the boy to a seat where there were stacked cushions so Yoongi can comfortably reach the table.

"I- I cut the veggies and onions and- and garlic! Then I put things into the pot and tore the seaweeds!"

"And ending up eating almost half of the whole package." Seokjin giggles.

"Hyung ate it too! Hyung said it's okay…" The kid pouts as he lowered his head and dropped his ears and tail. That's also another thing that Seokjin would like to change. He doesn't want Yoongi to walk around with his head hanging low.

"And it is. It's okay if you want to eat the ingredients." The two adults giggle and the hybrid visibly lights up, ears standing up excitedly and his tail swishing calmly behind him.

Dinner was lively. They chatted about lots of things as they ate. They're happy that Yoongi is more… chatty and energetic than he used to be. He also ate a lot, which is the most important thing because it'll be quite a journey to get him plumped up. He claims that the food is really good. By the tone, the couple could hear that he still missed them both even though he spent the whole day with them. It made them all warm inside.

Yoongi and Seokjin went to the living room after Seokjin washed the breakable things. Namjoon was in the kitchen, finishing his part of the dishes. Sounds of pots clanking could be heard throughout the house and Yoongi even asked the eldest worriedly if Namjoon was okay.

It took a while for Namjoon to finish, but he managed and when he came to the living room he saw his husband and Yoongi watching some cartoons that he doesn't know the title of. They were laughing and Namjoon feels bad that they need to talk about possibly triggering things with the hybrid. But thankfully he came in a time when the show ended so at least he won't feel bad for disturbing the two.

"Oh, hi. How did it go? Did you break anything?" Was what Seokjin asked when he saw Namjoon walking over to them. Yoongi was sitting on his lap also staring at the dimpled man.

"Geez, have some faith in me will ya? No, I didn't break anything and all of them are squeaky clean." The second eldest says proudly while crossing his arms as he takes a seat.

The couple glanced at each other with a knowing look before nodding.

"Yoonie," Seokjin begins, "You know that me and Joon care about you, right? Like we care a lot about you." Yoongi shyly nods and the eldest hugs him tighter, squeezing a giggle out of the hybrid.

"That also means that we'll do what we can to make sure you have a great time here staying with us." The hybrid nods.

"So, because of that we want to ask you the question earlier," Yoongi tilts his head in question, "What are the rules in your home, Yoonie? Or what does your mother or father say you can't do or deserve?" The hybrid's face slowly turns into a frown.

Beats of silence went by them. Yoongi was pouting and frowning heavily as he ducked his head. Seokjin wraps his arms around the boy's small frame as Namjoon stroked his hair.

"You know you can tell us, right? We won't ask further questions about it if you don't want to. But we at least want to know so that we… can adjust with you." The dimpled man reassures.

"B- but Eomma and Appa will get mad… they don't like it when someone knows about what they did…" Yoongi said in a pouty tone.

"Yoongi-ah, remember that your Eomma and Appa can't hurt you anymore, right? They're in time out and they'll be gone for a loooong time. When their time-out is over, they'll be… someone better. But that's still something that's going to happen in a really long time."

Yoongi's mother, Min Ahin was given a five-year prison sentence and can get out at four with good behavior. But the thing that may be holding her back from getting Yoongi is her alcohol and drug use. He heard that just a week into prison she was caught drinking in her cell. If she wants to get Yoongi back she'd have to prove her sobriety will last, stop being unloyal, get a stable job, and build a stable life first. That doesn't happen in a short period so they're good.

 Her husband, Min Kwondae on the other hand was given a seven-year sentence because of Yoongi's case combined with records. But there's just a feeling deep inside Seokjin that the wolf hybrid won't get to see Yoongi neither now nor when he's all grown up. He doesn't want to jinx it, but he feels like something bad will happen to Yoongi's father.

So yes, it's still a long time till the devil couple can get a hold of Yoongi again. But he understands that there must still be an uneasy feeling settling in Yoongi. After all, he lived his short life constantly being scared. He wouldn't know if he's going to get yelled at, shouted at, or even hit at. He's scared that one of his parents — or both would suddenly show up one day and take away his life that was slowly taking good turns.

As Seokjin has learned, his parents made him believe that he doesn't deserve to free and live a life outside of someone's control. He's scared that maybe his happy days would suddenly be torn apart by his parents.

"How long?" The hybrid asks, still keeping his head down.

"Six years until they can see you at least. Still a long time, right?" The hybrid nods, "So, even when that time comes, hyung promises that he won't let them hurt you. Me and Namjoon promise." Yoongi slowly life's his head up. His eyes were glistening.

"Promise?"

"Mn, pinky promise." Both of the adults held up their pinky longer to link them with Yoongi's at the same time. It ended up kinda messy since the hybrid's finger was so so small compared to theirs.

"Umm… Eomma and Appa said I can't be loud… don't dis… turb them, then um… f- follow everything they say. I can't complain or they will get mad at me and- and they will hit and shout at me. Then… I can't ask for things… they- they said I don't deserve anything. And… Eomma and Appa will eat all of the food and I only get a little of it. Then..." The hybrid was shaking by the end of his rant. He was breathing heavily. Namjoon could see that he was on the verge of crying. He's afraid Yoongi might have a panic attack.

"T- then I-"

"Shh… it's okay, Yoonie. You can stop if it's too much." Namjoon quickly said when he saw the first tear slip out of the boy's eye.

"B- but…" A sob escaped him.

"It's okay. You did well and we're proud of you. It must be hard to tell us those scary things and remember them, right?" Seokjin slowly bounced the hybrid in his lap while he nods, "Do you want to take a break first before we continue with this talk?" The boy nods.

"I'll get you a drink, kay?" The tallest man in the room got up but was stopped by Seokjin's sound of exclamation.

"Ooh, I have an idea! How about we drink hot chocolate? How's that sound? It's really cold outside." Yoongi's ears perked up to the idea. 

Even though he didn't nod because he was busy hiding his face from crying, Seokjin could tell that he's more than fine with the idea so he placed the hybrid on the sofa as he stood up. The boy instantly curled to Namjoon. His hand was gripping Namjoon sweater as he hid his face in the second younger's side. Cute .

When Seokjin came back Yoongi was still clinging onto Namjoon. But the hybrid immediately looks up when he smelled the chocolate being put on the coffee table. The couple giggled seeing it.

Both Seokjin and Namjoon took turns explaining all of the rules Yoongi has to follow in their home when the hybrid was feeling better. The rules are just some basic rules of a normal household with some of their own rules to adapt with the hybrid. But since Yoongi didn't come from a normal household, they figured that it would be best to let him know. The rules consist of,

1. Bedtime at 9 PM. (Yoongi didn't really understand the need for it and asked quite a lot of questions but he doesn't have any problems with it so they're good.)
2. Talk if you feel upset about something. Use words so everyone can understand why are you upset.
3. Tell the truth.
4. Knock before entering occupied rooms.
5. No matter what time of the day, the kitchen is always open so if you're hungry just say it.
6. Dental and body hygiene.
7. Say sorry.

Yoongi understood all of them and had no obligations. He asked what would happen if he breaks one of them.

"Well if you break one of them first of all of course there will be punishments," Yoongi tensed up at the word, "But of course we won't hit you or anything like that."

"T- then how are you going to do it?" The hybrid tilted his head. Does Yoongi think punishment must involve... violence…?

"Depends. But I think it'll be time-outs or time-ins, doing chores, or maybe lose a privilege for a few days." The boy nods mindlessly. Seokjin thinks he'll need to write the rules down just in case.

Soon it was already around nine so it's bedtime. Yoongi was a bit confused that the rules are already applied but he doesn't complain. He already looks sleepy anyways.

Yoongi was excited to sleep in his own room. Seokjin was expecting him to be scared by the monsters under the bed or in the closet but he isn't. Well… the bed doesn't have a big space underneath it so… Yoongi must've figured it out.

When they entered the room, Yoongi ran straight to the bed before stopping because of his hyung clearing his throat.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" The hybrid stays still for a moment, inspecting what he could have forgotten but he shakes his head, "Have you brushed your teeth?" The boy immediately made a noise of exclamation while shaking his head.

"Sorry…" The boy ducked his head as the elder guided him to the bathroom.

"It's okay. I just don't want you to have cavities or a toothache."

Seokjin and Yoongi got quite a little fun time before bed. The elder kept making funny faces as the hybrid giggled while brushing his teeth. It was the perfect energy drain to get Yoongi really sleepy. He was already yawning when they walked out of the bathroom.

Seokjin tucked him into bed. The sheets smell good unlike the sheets at the foster home, Yoongi thinks. It smells like Jin and Joon hyung's clothes. He took a deep breath of it and sighs contently.

"Do you want me or Joonie to read a bedtime story?" The elder rests his head on top of his hand.

"What's that?" Oh right, Yoongi doesn't know what it is, he mentioned it in the hospital.

"Well, it's me or Joonie reading a story for you. I guess the story is supposed to make you fall asleep faster?" 

In the end, Yoongi wanted to try it and he chose Namjoon as the one who reads the story. Since they didn't have any kids' books, they searched online for a story. They chose one of Namjoon's favorite short stories, "The fox and the grape".

Seokjin stayed in the room, also listening to the story. The way Namjoon reads is just so… mesmerizing. He feels like a kid again. Yoongi was enjoying this too.

Seokjin was resting his head on the foot of the bed. He got a wonderful view up in front of him. Namjoon sitting on a stool next to the bed holding the tablet while reading. He occasionally looks at Yoongi to show some funny expressions which made the hybrid giggle. Seokjin feels like he's falling in love all over again with this man. Namjoon is truly special.

Yoongi fell asleep after the story ends. He even said a little "Goodnight hyung" before he was out like a light with a smile on his face. Namjoon smiles and strokes the hybrid's hair saying "Goodnight, Yoongs" fondly. 

When he turned off his tablet and looked over to his husband, he was also sleeping. Head resting on top of his folded arms. He looks so ethereal and peaceful with that slight smile on his face. Namjoon hates that he has to wake him up.

"Sweetie?" He calls softly while placing a kiss on his husband's cheek while gently shaking him.

"Mmn I fell asleep?" Namjoon nods, "Mn let's go sleep. I'm sleepy." Seokjin slurred and it was so cute.

"You know what?" The eldest said as he waited for Namjoon to close Yoongi's door.

"What?" The younger asked and intertwined their fingers as they walk towards their room.

"It's only been a day but I feel like Yoongi is fitting just fine with us. It feels… domestic." He yawns.

"Domestic and makes you think about having kids didn't he?" He opens the door to their room, ignoring his husband's surprised face.

"Wait, what?! How did you know??"

"Because I also think like that." The dimpled man giggled as he dragged both of them to their bathroom. Seokjin was too sleepy to wash his face and do his skincare routine. But for the sake of being pretty, he'll do it.

"But I don't want just any kid, I want Yoongi to be ours. I don't know why but there's just something that attracts me to him, y'know?" Seokjin said around his toothbrush.

"Mn. I agree. But we can't. I mean if we were going to move to the states and then adopt Yoongi from here, it'll be a long process and not to mention almost impossible too because his parents are still alive," The elder's face dropped, "But hey, let's just enjoy the time that we have with him before he leaves again kay? Or maybe…" The younger trails off and Seokjin raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of scheme are you thinking this time?" He rolls his eyes. He wants to hear it though. He secretly hopes that maybe it could extend Yoongi's stay here.

"Make Yoongi so attached to us so he doesn't want to leave." Namjoon smiles mischievously and Seokjin gasps a little.

"Wait, no that's actually a good idea and it's already happening, right?" The other nods, "Might as well consider that. Wait, no, don't need to. I agree." Both of them giggled.

They'll think of something. They believe that a miracle will happen.

Chapter Text

It's been three days since Yoongi stayed. Three days went by just like that. Seokjin stayed home, only coming to the restaurant to check up for a little bit and he took Yoongi with him. On the second day of Yoongi's stay, Namjoon offered to teach Yoongi how to read since he saw how he really wanted to be able to read the stories Namjoon was telling him. The hybrid of course accepted it with excitement. He was so determined to learn how to read and read one of the stories to Hyung-deul one day.

Seeing the promise Namjoon made, Seokjin also agreed and joined. When he was home alone with Yoongi they'd spend their time learning the alphabet and watching cartoons to help Yoongi learn quicker with all of those catchy scenes and tunes. He could say Yoongi was a very fast learner. In just two days he managed to memorize almost all of the whole alphabet (he always forgets the letter ㄹ, ㄴ, ㅂ, ㅊ, and ㅎ (L, N, B, C, H)).

Hyunae visited four days after the hybrid came to check up on how Yoongi was doing and of course, Yoongi has never been better. He was brighter, plumper, and less timid. He claims he feels safe.

However, Yoongi was still apprehensive outside of the apartment. Hyunae thinks that the place has become his safe place. On the day when Hyunae visited she took Yoongi outside to maybe get to know him a little better and help Seokjin too because he had to come to the restaurant for an emergency.

She notices that Yoongi was making himself as small as possible during their walk. He avoided eye contact with everyone and maybe he was shaking a little. He flinched every time someone got too close to him. It's understandable because his parents and his experience in his first foster home must have some doing in this.

They walked around the park for some time as they talked. She was trying her best to get a foster home that matches Yoongi. It's hard doing that. Many of the foster homes are overfilled or they refuse to take a child from an abuse case as bad as Yoongi's. But at least Yoongi has a place to stay for now. It's also a place filled with his favorite people. She wonders if Seokjin and Namjoon want Yoongi to be permanent in their lives.

Of course they do! She says in her head. It's so obvious. How they're acting, how they're treating Yoongi, how they cried and felt sad when the hybrid left them. They do. But why haven't they done it themselves if they really want him? 

So… was the couple's love temporary? Do they even want kids? No, they do. But are they ready for it? If she did tell them and they accept it but they're not ready and their life ends up falling apart…

"I need to move on from the past." She chuckles nervously. In the past, there was a case where a family adopted a hybrid. They wanted the child and it was a pretty rash decision but seeing how passionate they were and their quite stable condition made Hyunae give in… And she realized that it was a mistake because a lot can happen in a month. The child was found in a dumpster already dead.

The husband was fired from his job and couldn't find a new one fast. The family was struggling with how much money they had to spend on the child and one night they killed the poor child on impulse and hid the body in the dumpster. It broke Hyunae's heart knowing such a great child died like that.

But proposing the idea to them wouldn't be so bad, right? They still have to fill some forms and prove they're capable of raising a child. Looking at their material wealth right now… she can say they're capable enough. But hey, don't judge a book by its cover.

"Noona?" The hybrid calls which she replies with a hum, "I'm tired, can we go back?" He halted his steps making her do the same.

"Sure sweetie. I think your Hyung is home now." Yoongi smiles widely.

Yoongi likes them too. Every time someone mentions them he brightens up. Their feelings are mutual. But if Namjoon and Seokjin really want him then why haven't they made a move?

The walk back was quiet with Hyunae stuck in her head. She was so distracted that Yoongi even had to tug her arm to remind her to turn the right way. The hybrid didn't mind the silence. He likes it actually. He doesn't really feel like answering any questions since he's tired. He wants a nap.

They enter the luxurious building. It still gives Yoongi shivers and a sense of being misplaced every time he enters it. The building was, by all means, luxurious, really different from all of the experiences he had. He always feels like he has to keep his head down as he walks, fear of being called out, or dirtying the place.

"I do hope your Hyung is back." Hyunae chuckled nervously as she pressed the button to the headed floor and the door closed. Come to think of it she didn't really think how to get back inside of the apartment without Seokjin. She doesn't know the code therefore she prays Seokjin is home. Yoongi looks really tired.

"Hyung!" Yoongi calls and (kinda) runs away from the worker's grip when he saw his Hyung down the hall when they exited the lift. The man was about to enter the passcode meaning he just arrived.

Yoongi wasn't running anymore when he was halfway to Seokjin. He never really ran actually. Just… speed walking. He doesn't have the energy to run. Seokjin watched in amusement as he saw Yoongi's energy visibly drain as the hybrid approached him. He immediately swooped the boy up when he could.

"Hi, Yoongichi. How was your time with Hyunae Noona?" The hybrid slumped in Seokjin's arm. He did mutter a little 'good' on the man's shoulder. Seokjin chuckles at the lack of energy, "Tired, huh?" The boy lazily nods, "Well let's get you inside and let you have a little cat nap, kay?" The boy nods again.

"Well he's tired." A chuckle echoed through the empty hall.

"Yeah. How did it go?" The man asks as he dialed the code to his home. Hyunae gave him some privacy by looking at anywhere but the keypad.

"Great I guess. We went to the park and talked. Again, he told me a lot of good things and stories about you." She giggles.

"Is that so? Like what?" The keypad beeped and the door opened. He went inside with the woman tailing closely.

"Well, he told me he helped you cook dinner a few days ago. How you played rock paper scissors with him. Or how you didn't get mad at him when he spilled your coffee." Seokjin chuckles fondly. It was nothing for him but it must mean a lot to Yoongi.

He placed Yoongi on the sofa for a moment as he offered to make a drink for the woman. She said tea would be fine so he quickly got into brewing some for three people since Namjoon is also on his way home. He plated the pastries and cookies he got from a bakery when he headed home earlier.

"Let me get Yoongi ready for his nap before we talk." He said as he picked up the drowsy hybrid. He almost fell asleep on the sofa.

He carried the hybrid to his room and changed his clothes. The boy insisted that he could do it by himself but he wore his shirt in the wrong way and put his arm in the wrong hole three times. He gave up and let his Hyung do it. Seokjin sighed tenderly when the hybrid gave up. He quickly finished changing the boy's clothes and tucked him in bed. It didn't take long before he could hear soft snores.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." The man sheepishly said as he took a seat on the sofa.

"It's okay. He's asleep?" Seokjin nods.

"So, how's the foster home hunting going?" The moment he said it, an ache in his chest jolted. It was only a conversation starter. Well, it's his fault for choosing such a hurtful topic as a starting point.

"Not doing really well. Many of them were overfilled and the rest refused to take him in. We started expanding it outside of Seoul. Still not far, of course." She sighs and the distressed expression on her face was obvious.

The room went into silence after that. The tension was becoming heavy from the topic. Seokjin quietly sips his tea as he thinks about what could be talked about with the worker. He looks up to her to see her looking… baffled. She looks like she's deciding to say something or not.

"How's living with Yoongi?" She suddenly looks up, catching Seokjin off guard and almost making him choke on his drink. Thankfully he didn't.

"It's good. It's pretty good. It's only been four days yet he fits in so well." He placed his mug down, blaming it for making him choke.

"That's good news. From what he told me, I think he's also comfortable here," She smiles, "I hope he'll also be comfortable in his new foster home… wherever or whenever that is." She laughs tiredly.

"It's okay. Take your time, me and Namjoon don't mind Yoongi staying with us till whenever." Well, he hopes it'll be as long as possible. Forever would be nice.

Then when he looks up he notices the worker wanting to say something but stops herself from saying it. She does it again, slightly opening and closing her mouth and straightening herself in her seat. Seokjin's a bit concerned.

"What's wrong?" The man asked with furrowed brows, "Is… is there something wrong? Or something you want to tell me?" The woman bit her lip, looking very unsure. Her leg was rapidly thumping the floor as she gazed at it. Her antsy-ness made Seokjin uneasy too. Was it bad news? A sigh escaped Hyunae's mouth once she decided and the man found himself holding a breath.

"Um… when is your husband coming home?" She looked at him unsurely. Now Seokjin is afraid that it'll be some sort of bad news.

"He's on his way home now. He'll be here shortly. Why? Is… is there something wrong?" He was now the one who's bouncing his feet.

"N- no! Nothing is wrong. It's just that… I want to tell you something… both of you because you might need to discuss this together." With the way she's saying it, Seokjin can't guarantee it's good news. He hopes it is but he doesn't hope too high.

They then waited in silence. Some of the talking they needed to do was already done earlier that day before an emergency call ringed Seokjin's phone and he had to leave. It wasn't anything serious thankfully. His workers just panicked but he doesn't blame them. He would've panicked too in that situation.

Ten minutes later the sound of the keypad beeping as the numbers being pressed sounded. The door opened not long after and Namjoon entered. He took off his shoes and hung his coat before walking in to find his husband and the social worker sitting quietly in the living room.

"Hi, we were waiting for you." His husband said with a smile. A shiver ran down his spine because of the quietness and the fact that the two had been waiting for him. He sat down next to his husband who pointed at a mug on the coffee table saying it was his.

"So he's here. What were you going to tell us?" The eldest in the room went straight to the point. Ten minutes of waiting felt like forever with whatever Hyunae is going to say. Namjoon looked so lost but he couldn't care less. His husband is smart therefore he could catch up.

"Okay, so I was wondering, do you guys have any plans on adopting Yoongi?" She says hesitantly, hands fiddling with each other. The two men looked at each other and said "Huh?" In unison. So her predictions are correct, they don't know.

"Please elaborate. We… can't adopt a child here." Namjoon says sternly. Adoption was already a sensitive topic for him because it's one of the things he wants to do yet is unable to. So if she was kidding or was just playing with them he'd be angry.

"Have you heard the new program?" The pair shook their heads as the social worker scrolled through her phone to find an article she saved, "The government made a program for same-gender couples. It's… still a little unclear with how it works but it's been official since… a few months ago." She placed her phone on the table and slid it towards the two.

New program to give the LGBTQ+ community a chance. Is it striving us further from our goal? The couple looks at each other before picking up the phone with the owner's permission. Both of them skimmed through the not-so-long article with their mouths hanging open the more they read it. Seokjin was even close to tears.

"Hybrid children can be legally adopted by... people like us?" Namjoon asks with furrowed brows, still not believing it.

"Yep! It's been official since a few months ago! Two or three months ago? There were some protests against it but it's official!" She smiles. Their reaction was exactly like what she hoped.

"S- so we can adopt him…? Y- yoongi could be ours…?" The eldest croaks, his eyes were glassy.

The woman nods, can't contain her smile. She could see how happy the couple was. Namjoon had unconsciously wrapped his arm around his husband's waist when they read the article. A tear escaped Seokjin's eye and he buried his face in his husband's shoulder. The younger shushed him softly while running his hand up and down his husband's back. She could see Namjoon was also getting very emotional but was able to hold his tears as he returned the phone.

This was one of her favorite parts of her job, watching people being so happy to hear that a child could be theirs. She couldn't help but smile and get emotional herself when a little sob escaped Seokjin. The shorter man wrapped his arms around his husband, chanting "Joon, we can have kids…!" quietly with a big smile between his sobs. Namjoon was also crying now, replying to Seokjin's chants with "I know babe, we can. I'm so fucking happy" with a wavering voice. The taller man wasn't sobbing like how his husband was. Tears were streaming out of his eyes as he sniffed and couldn't hold back his wide smile.

She doesn't regret telling them. There was just something in the couple that she finds so… endearing and perfect for Yoongi that she just had to tell them. Her gut told her to do it and it was right.

"So what do you guys say?" She said once she saw Seokjin had calmed down enough to unhide his face. His face is red and blotchy as he tries to wipe his flowing tears away. The couple looked at each other with bloodshot eyes before breaking into a relieved laugh.

"Yes!" They said together.

Hyunae proceeds to tell them how to adopt Yoongi. It's mostly the same as how normal adoption works. It'll be quite a challenge to adopt Yoongi since his parents are still alive, but they still have time. Time and patience are the keys.

"Then what's the difference between adopting a hybrid then and now??" Namjoon asked with full confusion.

"Well… it has more supervision now. And more care altogether. Not everyone can do it. Well, it's just like how normal children are adopted. Back then if someone wants to adopt a hybrid, the shelter would just give them out regardless of that adopter's living condition, etc. But I still think it's going to be a little different from normal adoption. I'll look into that later." Hyunae explains with a smile, partly because Seokjin was still crying a little which led her to overflowing emotions.

"Well… you're right," Namjoon sighed with a laugh.

"When can we start the process?" The eldest chirps in between his sniffs.

"In three days at minimum. You should discuss everything together first. Discuss with Yoongi too. Tell him at least." Hyunae knows Yoongi would be more than happy to be with them. But just to confirm and for courtesy.

"We will, don't worry. We'll talk about it once he wakes up." Seokjin replies happily.

Hyunae leaves not long after. Once they finished waving goodbye at her and the door closed, Seokjin immediately collapsed to his husband with tears of joy. He never thought the excitement of having a kid, a kid he would raise, a kid he and Namjoon would raise would be overwhelming. He has put having kids on the bottom of his list, but fate has another path for him.

Sometimes fate is cruel, sometimes it's the greatest thing on earth. But was this fate or was it a miracle? Either way, it doesn't matter. What matters is they'll be raising a kid. They'll have a child to call their own.

"Joon-ah we can do it…" He cries to his husband's neck. They were sitting in front of the door with Namjoon half-cradling the elder. He was beyond happy. He feels overwhelmed, that's why he's crying.

"Yeah, we can," The younger pulled his husband away from his neck tenderly and they both stared into each other's eyes. Each of their eyes was filled with so much love, fondness, affection, happiness, relief, and everything they can't name as they smiled through tears, "I love you, Hyung." Namjoon croaks.

The elder leans forward with a smile and pressed their lips together in a kiss. Their lips move slowly against each other. There was no want or lust behind that kiss, just pure love, and joy. Seokjin pressed harder against his husband till the back of the younger's head felt a little numb from contact with the hardwood door. But he doesn't mind, the overflowing joy and the feeling of his husband's lips on his are just too much to even notice that pain.

They pulled away, catching their breath once both of them felt lightheaded. They got lost in each other's eyes, a smile still plastered on their lips.

"I love you, Hyung. Fuck, I love you so so much," The younger pressed their lips together while smiling one of the widest smiles he had ever done. Seokjin mirrored his expression, "I love you to the moon and back. Maybe more." Namjoon continues against his lips in a whisper erupting little giggles from his husband through tears.

"Me too, Joon. I love you so much. I'd never regret being with you, ever! I love you so much till it feels impossible to be this in love with someone." The elder pressed their foreheads together. Since he was sitting in Namjoon's lap, he was a bit taller than him.

"Really? Is that a lot?" The dimpled man teases earning another giggle.

"More than a lot! I'd give the entire universe to you!" His giggles die down into a smile.

"Me too, Hyung. I promise I'd give you the entire universe and more if I can."

"Really? You promise?"

"Mn, promise." They giggled and sealed their silly promise with another kiss.

They'll fight, they'll hate each other, they'll feel like they want to kill each other sometimes, but in the end, they'll still love each other more than they ever thought they could.

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Yoongi woke up around dinner. Namjoon was the one who woke him up. He wasn't too happy that he was woken up. He wasn't happy either when he had to take a bath. But at least Namjoon was there and so were the rubber ducks. Then when he got out of the shower Jin Hyung was already waiting for them on the dining table with some fragrant food laid out in front of him.

Dinner was joyful, finding it easy to fall into a casual conversation. Yoongi told stories from his walk to the park with his social worker. Namjoon told some funny stories about his day and Seokjin told some funny stories of his own. Dinner was fun as always in the Kim household these four days. Having a kid really does brighten the place up.

After that they got ready for bed, brushing their teeth, washing their faces and the adults changed into their sleeping clothes. They decided that trying to sleep early would be a good idea. They then gathered in the master bedroom to watch a movie together. Yoongi has been comfortable enough to enter and settle in their bed and the couple couldn't be happier.

One of the perks of being a producer and a restaurant owner is that they have more free time than most jobs (Namjoon when he isn't rushing to finish a song of course) so they could give Yoongi the attention he missed in his early childhood. True that a few hours of movies can't magically make up for the lost times, but at least it still helps.

It was after one movie when the couple finally felt confident in breaking the news to the hybrid. They know there won't be any negative reactions from Yoongi, but it's still nerve-racking to tell him something so big that'll be life-changing for all of them.

"Yoonie-ah," Seokjin calls, causing the hybrid to turn towards him with a questioning hum, "We have something important to tell you." He fidgets with how nervous he is.

"Important?"

"Mn, very important." The eldest said stern yet softly. Yoongi's face twisted with worry.

"A- am I… am I going to leave Hyung?" His bottom lip was already quivering a little and now Seokjin feels bad for keeping the hybrid on edge. He forgot how anxious the hybrid could get. How pessimistic he could get despite his young age.

"No, Yoongs. It's the opposite, actually." Namjoon said with a wide smile.

"Opposite?"

"Mn! We're… going to adopt you!" The eldest basically squeals, unable to keep the excitement hidden. But soon that excitement turned into worry when Yoongi didn't react.

The hybrid face was still… mixed with worry. He didn't move at all. Did… did he not want to be adopted by them? Hundreds of terrifying scenarios that all include Yoongi rejecting them flooded through Seokjin. But his husband is always there to soothe him. Namjoon held the elder's smaller hands in his bigger one.

"Yoon-"

"Adopt me?!" The hybrid shouted in disbelief, "H- Hyung-deul is going t- to… to adopt me…?!" Tears were now brimming in his eyes and his bottom lip was now trembling uncontrollably. Was this a good sign or a bad sign?

"Yep. Me and Jin Hyung have decided that we want you ," He pokes the hybrid's stomach as he scoots closer to him, making the boy giggle a little amidst his almost-crying state, "To be part of our family. We want you to be… ours. We want to be able to call you ours. We want you to only belong to us and no one can take you away from us. Is that okay with y- oof!" The dimpled man grunted and fell back a little when the hybrid launched himself at full force on him. Tiny arms wrapped around Namjoon's buff figure and the boy's sob wracked through his boy. His sobs were muffled by the man's chest.

"R- really Hyung?" He said between his sobs, "I- I… Hyung wants me…?"

"Of course we do. Why wouldn't we?" Was it the things the kids in the previous foster home said? Or was it the degrading words his parents have said to him for years?

"I- I'm… I'm not really a good boy. I'm a stealer. I'm fil- filty!" The hybrid's shouts were muffled. Where did he learn that word? Who called him filthy? Why is he suddenly thinking so… lowly of himself? Was it because of the nerves? The shock of the moment made all of the negative things take over his mind?

"Yoongi, look at me," The boy didn't move. It's been hard maintaining eye contact with Yoongi nowadays, "Who told you you're filthy? Where did you learn that word?" Seokjin asks with concern. His mama bear mode turned on.

"T- Taeho said it… He always says that when I touch something…" The hybrid was still crying. This… Taeho really did leave a mark in his heart, didn't he? A bad one.

"He said you were filthy?" The hybrid shakes his head.

"He said I'm dirty. Filthy means dirty."

"Correct, and where did you learn that word?"

"W- when I go with Eo-Eomma a- a lot of people call Eom- Eomma that. They also c- called Eomma dir- dirty so I g- guessed it me- mean the same." Wow, it's impressive how Yoongi could learn a word just by that.

"And who told you you're not a good boy?" Seokjin decides to skip the stealer part because he already knows.

"Eo-Eomma and Appa…" The couple sighs, of course .

They gave each other a knowing look. They feel… sad for Yoongi. How at such a young age he already knows some things he shouldn't know yet. He lived a rough life. They vow to change that.

"Yoonie, remember what I said?" The hybrid shakes his head and Seokjin chuckles a little at the honesty, "I said that what your parents did was wrong. What they said weren't nice things that aren't true. You're a good boy. You're not a stealer not filthy. You deserve to be loved." The eldest stroked the boy's hair and the hybrid peeked up from Namjoon's chest. Firm arms still wrapped around his small figure, add a sense of security for him.

"S- so Hyung is really going to adopt me…?" The hybrid sniffs. There was a combination of tears and snot on the man's t-shirt but he doesn't mind. If they're going to adopt Yoongi then surely there would be worse things on his clothes in the future.

"Yep, we're serious. But the process will start in three days and it'll be a bit of a struggle since there are your parents. But I'm sure we'll manage," Smiles with anticipation, "So, do you want us to be your… new parents?" The word excites Seokjin like a jolt of electricity just ran through him.

"Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes!" Yoongi jumps to the eldest lap now. He was still keeping a firm hold of Namjoon's arm, "I want to be with Hyung for- for- forever!" 

New tears were forming in Yoongi's eyes and some of them already fell as he sniffed and hiccups. They were purely tears of happiness as Yoongi was smiling so so widely. It's the widest smile they've ever seen Yoongi made. The two adults were starting to have tears in their eyes again despite how much they've cried today. This was truly an emotional day.

Namjoon snaked an arm around his husband's waist. The elder noticed it and smiled at Namjoon, tears falling as his eyes turned into crescents. Damn, his husband was truly ethereal, it made Namjoon want to cry some more.

He hugged his soon-to-be family close, so close that the other two immediately latched onto him, and because of the sudden weights on him he fell back on the bed, head barely missing the headboard with Seokjin and Yoongi a little on top of him. The two moved to his side, each one occupied an arm as a pillow.

"Shit, I love this so much." Namjoon croaked-slash-whined-slash-wailed, throat already tight as another wave of tears threatened to flow out of him.

"Language!" Both Seokjin and Yoongi shouted at him while giggling. The dimpled man groaned as he tried to wipe his tears with the arm Yoongi was using as a pillow.

"So you guys are teaming up against me now?" He said with a fake annoyed tone, "Well I don't need to worry because Joonie is the strongest!" He hugged the two tighter while creating cartoon-villain-like laughs earning squeals and giggles, "Joonie can fight both of you and can also protect both of you!" He nuzzles his head and gives kisses to both of the other two's heads. This feels so domestic and it made Seokjin feel giddy.

"C- can Hyung say that this is real one more time?" The hybrid suddenly said, making the adults look at him. His eyes were big and his lips were pouting.

"Of course, we'll say it as many times as you want," The eldest lifted a hand to caress the hybrid, giving light scratches behind his ear, "Yoonie, we want to adopt you. We want you to be ours officially. Do you want that?" The boy beams at them, gums fully showing into a gummy smile.

"Mn! I want to be with Hyung-deul!" He purrs and hugs Namjoon tighter, one of his legs bending and resting comfortably on the man's stomach.

The couple looked at each other. They feel… good. It was such a good feeling to get some weight off their shoulders and hearts. Seokjin nuzzles his head further to his husband's neck. The TV was still playing some movie and Yoongi was watching it so they decided not to turn off the TV anyways. It's not bedtime yet, the clock on the nightstand said it was only 08.23 pm. After this movie, they'll turn off the TV and go to sleep.

They'll try to watch the movie with Yoongi who is growing more and more comfortable in his hyung's– wait, soon-to-be father's shoulder? Seokjin internally squeals at the thought of Yoongi calling them dad though if both of them are dad that'll be confusing. Maybe Yoongi will call one of them Appa. Of course, they won't force him, the word Appa may be triggering for the little boy as he called his abusive father that.

Seokjin couldn't focus, at all. He kept thinking about the future. How Yoongi would call him, how the apartment will be filled with three people from now on. How he'll deal with Yoongi if he has tantrums. Or… school? If they could get the adoption finished before March when school starts it'll be great! Just visioning Yoongi with a backpack walking to the classroom is making him tear up. What grade will Yoongi be starting? Wait, Seokjin doesn't even know his age! Wow, he can't believe this.

"Joon." He called and looked up to find… Namjoon and Yoongi were already drooling as they slept peacefully. Seokjin smiles at himself and searches behind him for the remote. He turns off the TV and turns on the lamp on the nightstand to the lowest setting, the room becomes dimly lit because Yoongi doesn't like it when it's too dark.

He curled closer to his husband, putting one leg on top of his husband's to tangle them together. He loves this. Joon was right, it's nice.

He'll have to do some research tomorrow about adopting hybrids. It still feels uneasy that people like him and Namjoon could only adopt hybrid children. It's like… the hybrids and they are being used as an experiment — well, they are, technically. The article said it was some sort of test try. He just hopes that they won't suddenly take that right away. No, they're not that heartless.

It's gonna be a long journey to be able to make Yoongi officially theirs. Unless… it's a little different than normal adoption. Maybe it's easier, who knows. He's definitely going to research that.

Chapter Text

The first thing Seokjin did when he woke up was to grab his phone and open Naver to search about the program. Thousands of articles popped up in seconds. His head spins a little with the number of words he has to read when he just woke up. But it's for Yoongi so he's willing.

Adopting a hybrid child will be much easier even when their previous guardian is still alive. Judging by how bad the majority of cases of hybrid child abuse are, it is much easier for guardians to lose their parental rights.  This includes not only biological parents but foster and adoptive parents as well. This is a reply and compensation to the protesters that said this program is deemed to be "striving further from our goals''.

Wow, is he that clueless about what's happening nowadays? Well he can't blame himself, the news usually just says the same thing about an issue over and over again and he's been too busy to watch the news this month… Wait, wasn't it official since two months ago? And it was announced three to four months ago… Okay, maybe he's just the one who doesn't like to poke his nose into the news world. It makes him anxious about the upcoming future if he regularly watches the news. He'd rather choose to live a life where he only needs to worry about his growing family.

A groan followed by a hand dropping on his waist startled him. He squeaked and was immediately embarrassed by the sound. Namjoon murmured something in his sleep and it hit Seokjin with the reality of the time. It's 08.30 pm now and he needs to make breakfast. Namjoon needed to go to work today and have a meeting at a quarter till ten (Why does he know? Because he told Namjoon to make a shared reminder on his calendar so Seokjin can help him be on time). Was Yoongi awake? Wait, Yoongi was sleeping with them!

Seokjin quickly turned around, still trying not to make a ruckus, and wake the other two up. Much to his relief, the hybrid was sleeping peacefully, clinging on to one of Namjoon's arms. Seokjin sighs. Why was he so tense? He doesn't know. He swung his legs out of the bed and the coldness of the floor made him wince. He stood up and got out of the room.

He got into the kitchen and turned on his phone. A giddy feeling, the giddy and nerve-racking feeling from last night resurfaced as he opened his mother's contact and pressed the call button.

He chose that pancakes would be today's breakfast. He made sure to make blueberry ones and chocolate ones for Yoongi. He grabbed the ingredients he needed as the phone rang. It took a while for it to connect but it eventually did.

"Jinnie? What's wrong? Why did you call me so early?" Seokjin's heart palpated faster.

"Oh, did I wake you?" His mother denies, "I called you because I have some really really good news!" He says with much excitement.

"Oo it sounds like it's something big! What is it?"

"I'm… adopting! I'll have a kid and I'm going to be a dad!" He squeals but no response comes from the other line. Was… this not a good idea? "Eom-"

"Oh my god!!! Are you serious?!" His mother shouted and it made him flinch. A smile grew on his face at his mom's reaction.

"Mn! I'm serious! It's going to start in three days at least!"

"Since when did you decide?! Why do I only know about this now?? Have you met the kid yet?? How can you even adopt one here??" She gasped, "Did you secretly move to the States or somewhere?! Since when?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Of course, his mother would bombard him with questions.

"Wait, wait, Eomma slow down," He reminds, "No I'm not moving anywhere. I'm still in Korea and in my apartment," He chuckles, "It's a hybrid. I'm adopting a hybrid. There's this new program where people like me and Namjoon could adopt. The adoption is like a normal child's adoption. There'll be inspections, forms to fill, and court too. It's not like how it's used to be." His mother made a noise of exclamation. He smiles at the thought of Yoongi being adopted by them. It'll happen soon.

"Ah, I think I've heard of that! Have you met the kid yet?"

"I have," He smiles again as he turns on the stove and places a pan, "He was an abuse victim. I helped him – I was the one who reported it, actually. I was also the one who helped him during the times. He's been living with me and Joon for a couple of days now since he was… kinda mistreated in his previous foster home." He feels a sense of pride surge through him.

"Really?? Poor thing. I wanna see him or her!"

"It's a boy. Didn't I say 'He'? But you'll see him soon." His mother huffs.

"Well sorry that I was too excited to even notice you using the pronounce," Seokjin scoffs playfully, "And me and your dad will definitely see him soon! Just you wait!"

"Uh-huh. Okay, I'm going to finish making breakfast now. Bye~!" And with that, the call ended.

He sighs warmly. He's been wanting to calm his mother since the second they decided and it feels great to have a weight being lifted off. He was a little worried about how his mother would react but he knows she'll react positively.

Seokjin's mother has always felt sad that her youngest son couldn't experience raising a child. She even encouraged him to move to America. But of course, he still refused. His mother didn't question and respect his decision. He loves his mom. She was one of the most supportive people Seokjin ever knew. The time he came out to both of his parents, his mother was always supportive of him, unlike his father. His father wasn't really fine with it but eventually came to accept it.

His father was actually only worried about the family line, but he has another kid for that so he's fine with it. Seokjin pities his other elder brother a little. He won't even be the one to take over the company… well, he will help his other brother and will eventually take over once the mouse hybrid was tired of it.

He continues doing his task of making breakfast. He set a self-goal to try and finish before the others wake up. But he didn't reach that goal as it wasn't long before he could hear little footsteps padding to the kitchen.

"Morning, Yoonie. Slept well?" The hybrid nods and Seokjin smiles before looking back at the pan, "Is Namjoon awake yet?"

"Mm no. He snores so loud." That triggered giggles from Seokjin as he placed the bowl of batter down and walked over to the little boy to pick him up.

"But you still slept well, didn't you?" Yoongi nods as he was placed on one of the stools, "You'll get used to it. Or maybe you're a deep sleeper? I'm a light sleeper so it took me a while to get used to his snoring." He walks back to the stove.

"Deep sleeper? Light sleeper? What's that?"

"Well, a deep sleeper is someone who can't be easily bothered. While light sleepers are someone who can easily wake up. Like for example, I'd wake up if I heard someone opening a door." Well, it's mostly because of his paranoid side but he couldn't think of any better examples.

"Oh…" Yoongi says in understanding, "Does Joon Hyung always snore like that?" He was now eyeing the stack of pancakes near the elder.

"Well… back then it was worse than now. But he had surgery so it's a little quieter now…? Back then he would wake up because of his own snoring and he'd throw a pillow at me because he thought I was the one snoring." He scoffs, what a memory.

They stayed silent after that as Seokjin finished cooking breakfast. Namjoon walks into the kitchen not long after. He wanted to walk over to his husband and back hug him, shower the elder some light kisses but opted not to show that much PDA just yet. Instead, he took a seat next to the hybrid as the eldest placed the stack of pancakes along with some plates and utensils on the counter. The hybrid's face brightened up when he was told there were chocolate and blueberry pancakes.

Namjoon then gets ready to go out, kisses his husband, and kisses the tip of the hybrid's head. Then Seokjin and Yoongi just laze around the apartment since they have nothing to do. He asked Yoongi if he wanted to do anything and the hybrid said that he had no idea. So here they are now in a cuddle puddle on the sofa watching The Incredibles. Seokjin and Namjoon want Yoongi to watch lots of amazing and classic movies that a kid should know. 

Seokjin thinks that Yoongi has become a bit more relaxed since last night. He was no longer hesitant to wrap his tail around him or Namjoon or when he didn't hesitate too much to hug them. He doesn't seem to worry too much when one of them leaves the room. He used to stare as Seokjin or Namjoon exited the room and stared some more as they came back. Maybe he's afraid they'll be separated again like last time, or maybe he's afraid they're not comfortable with a "stranger" being all over them and maybe the news they're going to adopt him brings a sense of relief to it. Maybe.

The hybrid likes to read any text that was displayed in the movie. He gets frustrated when the scene changes before he could finish reading it. The way he reads is still slow, but he's learning faster than average, he could say. He often messes up some of the letters but his Hyung is there to correct him every time.

Now Seokjin wonders, what happened to Yoongi's shoulder? It's limp again. Was it one of the kids again? Or was he just resting it? Should he get it checked now or after Yoongi got adopted? Yeah, he should probably do it as soon as possible. Tomorrow, he thinks. Namjoon still has to go to work tomorrow till a little past noon. He could take Yoongi there alone and maybe eat lunch together with Joon afterward.

Needless to say that the morning went by pleasantly. They just stayed on the couch watching lots of movies and cartoons. The elder even fell asleep. He was woken up by the sound of screaming from a movie. Then he was reminded they need to eat lunch so he detached himself from the hybrid to go into the kitchen.

He made tonkatsu along with sauteed vegetables. He called the boy once everything was laid out on the dining table and you could say Yoongi raced to the room. Seokjin could hear Yoongi's stomach was already rumbling. He's got to admit that his cooking was very fragrant today.

Yoongi… has no trouble eating the tonkatsu, it was the vegetables that were a bit challenging but he still ate them. Seokjin could tell that the hybrid won't be too much of a picky eater when he grows up. That's good. On the other hand, Seokjin notes to teach Yoongi how to use chopsticks properly sometime in the future.

After eating they went back to the living room. The hybrid didn't last long before he fell asleep on the sofa, in Seokjin's lap. The eldest made sure to snap a photo. Seokjin took the opportunity to finish a little bit of work for the day. Yes, lots of things happened. It was reported by Jinyoung (Still remember him, right?). Mostly a lot of quirky things happened. Jinyoung always tells Seokjin about them and the elder wasn't complaining. They're entertaining though sometimes it's concerning. But yeah the restaurant was doing good. He needs to count the profits soon but he'll deal with seeing numbers later.

The eldest thinks about getting a new job actually, one where he could work from home. But Namjoon told him it wasn't necessary and he doesn't have to unless his husband wants it. He thought of it over and yeah, he doesn't really need it… yet, maybe, who knows. It's never wrong to stock up on options.

He woke Yoongi up after about an hour to prevent the younger from having sleeping problems tonight.

They then played some board games. They played snakes and ladder, Seokjin wanted to play monopoly but Yoongi's a little too young for that. Doubts that he'll be able to understand the rules and counting. Plus monopoly is a dangerous game. He once played it with Namjoon and a few of their friends. Let's just say they got a little too competitive and it didn't really end well. Lots of shouting and pointing fingers and harsh words that never really came to heart because they know how immersive the game is. 

Then they played Uno. Again, it's a dangerous game. Yoongi caught on quickly with how to play it. At first, the elder was going really easy on him until he realized the boy was actually good at the game so he could play normally. But in the end, he still got a little too competitive and almost made the hybrid cry because Seokjin kept putting plus cards and Yoongi was the poor victim of it.

Dinner rolled by and Seokjin made ginger and honey chicken and reheated the leftovers from lunch. It was truly a lazy day. No one was complaining about it and… he feels like all of them deserve one (Even though he's been being lazy for a few days now). Think of it as a reward for successfully planning to adopt Yoongi.

They finished dinner and it was bath time. Namjoon wasn't home yet and texted that he just got out of the fourth meeting of the day and was heading home so he'll arrive once Yoongi was done bathing.

Bath time was like any other day. Yoongi was happily playing with the rubber ducks as Seokjin cleaned him. He admires the hybrid's pale skin, wishes that he has it too so he could fit the Korean beauty standards more. Namjoon always tells him not to be too obsessed with fitting the standards and be different. But there's always that feeling of satisfaction when you do.

After Yoongi was out, he dried the hybrid. He chose to dry his hair and animal parts with a hairdryer so he sat the hybrid down on his bed and started drying it. Yoongi's reaction to the hairdryer was kinda like a cat. He's not very fond of it and keeps flinching and wanting to jump away every time Seokjin turns it on. But he didn't complain so the elder guessed that it's just his instincts.

"Let's learn how to read again, shall we?" The elder said as they walked into the living room. Yesterday he asked Namjoon to buy some kid's books for Yoongi. His husband sort of overbought them. But Seokjin is not surprised by it…? After all, his husband loves books, and no matter what genre or who it is for, he always gets excited about picking them and couldn't decide which to buy and just end up buying all of them. They're cheap anyway so it's okay. (P.s. he bought it from a book stand on the side of the road when he was walking home)

"Namjoon bought you some new books yesterday. I was going to show them to you last night but you know what happened," The boy nods, "Go to the sofa first and I'll- fu-" He slammed his hand on top of his mouth to stop himself from cursing, "Ya don't sneak around and scare me like that!" He hissed at his husband who was standing in front of the shoe rack and was going to hang his padded jacket, clearly confused.

"Um… I wasn't trying to sneak around nor scare you…? I just got home and I was already accused??" He raised the corner of his upper lip as he finished hanging his jacket.

"Whatever," The eldest scoffs and finishes what he was saying to the hybrid. He then went to the bookshelf to get the books, "Dinner's on the table. Reheat it in the microwave if you want but I think they're still fine." He said on his way to the bookshelf.

He picked some of the books to give the hybrid an array of selections. He picked the ones that are easier to read. Namjoon bought mostly some bedtime storybooks and they were quite hard for the hybrid to read. After he had three books on hand, he went over to Yoongi who was sitting on the sofa, watching a cartoon.

"Here, pick whichever you want." Seokjin offers when he reaches the boy. Yoongi did so, choosing the yellow book from Seokjin. The book was more about counting than reading but there are still some letters to read.

Namjoon joins them with a plate of dinner in his hands. He watches quietly as his husband helps Yoongi, correcting the wrong words and pronunciation. Seokjin was so patient with Yoongi and it made Namjoon love him more. How he kept smiling and having a gentle voice even though the hybrid messed up numerous times. He's glad and proud that both of them can teach the hybrid how to read. Yoongi didn't go to preschool therefore he's a little late in learning, but he's a fast learner so he thinks they'll be able to teach him the things he missed just before school starts. He'll be in first grade this year.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Huh? Who's visiting at this time?" Seokjin looks at his dimpled husband who was wiping his hand on his pants after washing them. He's been trying his best from not looking at the rolled-up sleeves because… Namjoon in rolled-up sleeves is just- insanely and inhumanely hot and there's Yoongi so it's not the time to be having inappropriate thoughts.

"For your information, it's only six-thirty and it's not an odd time." The taller said while walking to the door.

"Well- yes but they would usually inform us first!" Namjoon hums as he peeked through the peephole and let out a,

"Huh?" As the sound of the door locks being opened rattled.

"Huh? Who is it?" He got up and the door opened, releasing a squealing woman, that woman is his mother.

"Eomma?!" Both Seokjin and Namjoon said together as four people entered.

"Where is the hybrid??" Seokjin's mother immediately looked around the house and her eyes landed on a confused Yoongi peeking over the armrest of the sofa. Another squeal erupted from her as she made her way to the hybrid.

"Sorry about her. She's been very excited since we got on the train." Seokjin's father said as he dragged his and his wife's shared suitcase.

"Kwanghee-ah, come look at this cute little boy!" Seokjin's mother said and the said woman walked up to Yoongi too.

"W- wait why are you guys here?! No, why didn't you tell me you were coming over?!" Seokjin darts his eyes to Yoongi in case the hybrid feels overwhelmed.

"Why? Can I not come over? Or do you have some plans with your husband for the night?" She smiles slyly and raises her eyebrows two times.

"Eomma!" Seokjin complains but it falls on deaf ears, "No, at least just…" He looks over to his husband for help but Namjoon avoids his gaze, "Just… notify us beforehand at least." He sighs.

"Oh my he's such a cutie!!" Both of the women squeaked, their husbands could only shake their heads.

"What's your name?" Namjoon's mother asked.

"Y- Yoongi…" The hybrid muttered shyly, clearly a little baffled by the situation. The last thing Seokjin wants is Yoongi having a meltdown.

"Mom, don't overwhelm him. Your scents." He said to warn everyone.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I was too excited!" Seokjin scoffs.

"No shit, sherlock." He muttered under his breath. He hopes no one heard it.

"I remember the time when Taeseok first arrived at our home. Everyone was there and ended up crying till he slept. Now he's already so big and doesn't want to be babied anymore." She wiped a non-existent tear from her eye.

"I… I'll put your bags into your room." Namjoon said as an excuse to slip away from whatever sudden situation that is. He took the little suitcase from his father-in-law and placed it into the empty room next to Yoongi's. He made sure to take his time. It's not that he doesn't like or isn't close with his parents, it's just that it's been a long day at work. Four meetings that are all more than an hour long. The social interactions. He's just… drained. If only the parents said they were going to visit.

When he emerged from the guest bedroom they were already sitting on the sofa with a mug in their hands. Some even have cookies in theirs. Yoongi was sitting on Seokjin's lap. It was obvious that he wasn't too comfortable either with the sudden visit.

"So is he going to go to school this year? Where is he going? How old is he?" Namjoon's mother asked. Yes, she's the one who worries about education more.

"He's…"

"Seven." Namjoon cuts his husband off. Seokjin clearly doesn't know Yoongi's age as his eyes widened. Namjoon was also surprised when he knew about it. Yoongi does look like he's still five or four because of how small he is.

"Did you not know that?" Seokjin's father chirped, clearly judging him. His father is always like that, judging everything his sons do.

"I… no. No, I did not." Seokjin shrugs it off as his father scoffs.

"There are many good schools near here, right? Will you get him into a private school or a public one?" Namjoon's mother continues.

"Mmn… I think a public one will be fine. Now there are lots of other hybrids in public schools too so I think it'll be fine. He won't feel alone or isolated from the others… At least for who he is." The two other couples nod.

They talked some more, Yoongi was sitting and shifting uncomfortably in Seokjin's lap every time the attention went to him. He was watching some cartoons to get his kind off it a little. Then about an hour later he was already yawning and asked to be put into bed.

"I'm going to tuck him into bed." Seokjin picked the hybrid up and left the circle of people.

"Are they Hyung's parents?" Yoongi asked once they entered the bathroom to brush his teeth. He ate some chocolate chip cookies earlier.

"Yep. Mine and Namjoon's. They can be a little overbearing sometimes." The elder said as he handed the toothbrush over to the hybrid.

"Eomma is a nice person. She may scare you at first because she gets excited quickly. While Abeoji… um… he's… nice of course. But sometimes he does things the wrong way and doesn't show that much affection." He was never really close with his father.

"Will Hyung be like him too?"

"Of course not! Hyung will show Yoonie how much he loves you!" He hugged the boy causing giggles to escape them both.

Tucking Yoongi was easy. He just needs a bedtime story that Seokjin is more than willing to read him to. It only took half of the story till Yoongi was out like a light. Seokjin smiles and turns off the tablet. He stood up and kissed the hybrid's head before leaving the room, turning the light off.

"You guys are leaving?" He saw Namjoon's parents standing up and gathering their belongings.

"Mn. It's getting a little late." They live not that far from the city. Just about an hour's drive.

"Stay safe then. Tell Minkyu to take it easy." Minkyu was their driver.

Namjoon and Seokjin left the apartment to go to the lobby and send them off.

"I'm tired." The younger sighed.

"Mmn go sleep then after this. They didn't tell me they'd be visiting at all. Thankfully we bought two beds." His husband laughs.

"Your parents are like that sometimes. It's tiring yet… I don't know, exciting too? But this time it's definitely tiring. You don't know how long I needed to fake a smile today." He tested his head on the elder's shoulder as the door of the lift closed.

"The meetings must suck then," Namjoon laughs and mutters a "You bet it was." sleepily, "Oh by the way Hyunae texted that the process will start three days from now. She'll help us with the home inspection and whether we're worthy of having Yoongi or not. She'll give some nice words about us, I mean."

"Really? That's quick," The eldest hums in agreement, "We finally did it, Hyung." He smiles so wide that it started to hurt a bit as he snaked a hand on the elder's waist. He feels like crying again remembering the fact they'll finally accomplish one of their goals that had no hope in the beginning.

"Oh please, I thought we went over that phase yesterday?" Seokjin rolled his eyes. He wasn't actually annoyed, he could agree that he himself hasn't one-hundred-percent gotten over that phase yet.

They giggled as the door opened. They were kissing each other as a little celebration and were glad that no one was waiting at the door to see them. They walked hand in hand back to their unit and opened the door to see Seokjin's father sitting on the sofa, watching TV. They guessed that Seokjin's mother already went into her room.

"Seokjin." His father began and the elder of the couple said his husband should go into their shared room first. Leaving Seokjin and his father alone.

"Abeoji." Seokjin answered and walked to the sofa. He sat down at the other end of it, far away from his dad.

"Are you happy that you're going to raise a child?"

"Uh… of course? It's one of my dreams." His father hums.

"Sad that it's not your own. Be glad that there's your brother or the family line will really end." Seokjin clenched his teeth. He feels like he's being guilt-tripped, probably is. 

"Then… why are you giving the company to Taeseok Hyung?"

"I didn't want to," His father turned to him, "It was your mother's idea. But after I think of it it'll give some profit. Then after the profit stops rising he'll switch with Seokjung." The man turns to the TV again.

"Does… does Hyung know?" His father nods.

"He agreed and said that he's willing because he owns us. I tried to tell him he doesn't but he didn't listen and said that… it'll make him feel at ease." Seokjin chuckles. At least there's consent in the idea. He knows his father isn't that bad of a person.

"Why don't you go turn in for the night? I'm sure the train ride was tiring." Seokjin said once his father yawned.

"Mmn… you're right," He got up, "Well then goodnight Seokjin-ah." His father left, giving his son a little ruffle on the head. Seokjin smiled to himself. It's been a while since he saw his father. The last time he went home he wasn't there, he was on a business trip.

His father is annoying, very annoying. Very demanding and he doesn't like it. But he doesn't know why he always misses him. Guess that's just how dads are. Will Yoongi think of him and Namjoon like that too? Who knows.

"Hi, how did your talk go? Did you fight?" Namjoon greets when the door opens. He was reading a book, glasses on the tip of his nose and the lamp was on.

"Mn no. It went kinda well even though his question was a bit harsh at first." He took off his pants, opting to sleep with only his boxers before joining Namjoon into bed. His husband immediately accepts him with open arms, hugging him tightly.

"I'm going to take Yoonie to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up. His left shoulder has been a little limp, right?" Namjoon nods.

"Sorry that I can't go with you two." He said as he caressed the elder while still reading his book.

"S' okay. But can we have lunch together? Your schedule ends at around lunch time, right?" Seokjin asks with puppy eyes, bottom lip.jutted out into a pout. It made the other giggle and blush a little.

"Sure, baby. Where do you want to go?" 

"My restaurant! I want Yoongi to know the place and the food." He snuggles to the man's chest even further.

"Sure. How about your parents, though?" Seokjin's face drops at that. It was an unexpected visit so he didn't think of that.

"Oh right… um… guess we'll see tomorrow?" Namjoon laughs and hugs him tighter, book and glasses placed down on the nightstand.

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The next day was still according to the plan Seokjin made yesterday. Namjoon left after breakfast. His parents stayed for breakfast and left to catch the train at around ten. Seokjin got the hybrid ready and they were off to the hospital.

Yoongi wasn't tense at all on the way to the destination. But once they arrived, it was when he started shaking a little. The elder was concerned but the boy said he was fine so they continued. Seokjin filled the forms they needed and then they sat down in the waiting room to wait. He already made an appointment with doctor Gu but he and Yoongi arrived a little too early.

"Min Yoongi!" The nurse called and the soon-to-be father and son duo got inside the room.

Doctor Gu greeted them warmly, still with that same smile. Yoongi remembers him and wasn't that tense around the man. He was shy though.

"So how's the new foster home? How come you came here with Kim Seokjin-ssi?" He asked, mostly to Seokjin because he was the one who was able to explain. Yoongi was clearly disliking the topic.

"His previous foster is… a little of a taboo topic now," He laughs awkwardly, "A week ago he came to our apartment with his social worker, crying. Turns out the kids in the place weren't that nice and… he was bullied? Isolated?" Doctor Gu lightly gasped.

"It must've been tough," He says sympathetically, "Do the parents know?" Seokjin nods.

"They do. They dealt with it but… guess the kids didn't stop and it became too much," He said while mindlessly stroking the hybrid's hair, "He's staying with me and my husband now."

"Ooo is that so? How is it staying with Seokjin-ssi, Yoongi?" The hybrid only nodded, a sign that it was something positive. The doctor then laughed a little before looking back at his clipboard, "So, let's give you a check-up, shall we?"

Yoongi got up to the examination table. He refused to be left alone so Seokjin stayed there the whole time, holding his hand. The doctor smiled at the scene. He low-key agrees that the two just radiate so much of that father-son energy.

"Are there any specific concerns?" The doctor asks as he gets ready for the check-up.

"His shoulder is limp again," He turns to the hybrid, "You said someone pushed you to the sofa, right? She's…"

"Yesol pushed me. I didn't even do anything wrong…" The boy nods and the doctor made a grimacing face.

"That's not nice. You shouldn't push someone without a good reason." The three nodded in agreement.

The check-up went well. Doctor Gu suggested that Yoongi should get another x-ray since his shoulder was hurting again and not just limping. So they did. They waited a while for the result. They ended up going to the cafeteria and buying some bread. Yoongi chose the blueberry one while Seokjin chose the matcha one.

Then after everything was done and Yoongi was given yet another shoulder support because his newly healed shoulder fractured again. This time the hybrid didn't refuse to wear the thing. Made things easier.

They were a little late picking Namjoon up. Knowing how his husband is, he didn't really rush. He took Yoongi into the building, even ran into some artists that Yoongi recognized from TV. He wasn't a fan of them but he just pointed out who he is and that he knows him. One of the artist, Lee Hyun even stopped to coo at the hybrid.

"Wanna knock on the door?" Seokjin offers to the hybrid once they were in front of Namjoon's studio. Yoongi was hesitant but the elder encouraged him to do it so he did. He knocks on the door, earning a muffled "Come in!" from inside.

"Yoongie!" Namjoon cheers once the hybrid is in sight. The boy ran up to the man who was sitting on his chair. The dimpled man immediately hugged him and pulled him into his lap.

"Sorry, we're a little late." Seokjin said while closing the door.

"That's okay. How did it go, Yoongs?" He tickled the hybrid a little to earn his giggles.

"It went well! But I have to wear- um… this again." He pouts and points at his shoulder.

"A shoulder support," Seokjin informs and mostly to remind Yoongi what it is, "It fractured again. Not as bad as last time though." Namjoon hums.

Yoongi was eyeing everything in the studio. From the bonsai tree to the shelf with Kaws, to the small collection of books Namjoon has, and to the equipment in the room.

"You're wondering what those are for?" Yoongi nods causing both of the adults to giggles, "Let me show you then," The elder turned them both to face the computer which was displaying a music program, "I make music and these are the equipment. They help me make music," Yoongi was now very interested, "Wanna try?" Another nod.

Seokjin watched from the sofa. He made sure to take out his phone and record everything. Namjoon showed how the machines work one by one, the hybrid getting excited every time he listens to the new sounds added into the track. Seokjin watches in awe of the situation. He made sure to snap a photo too and maybe he'll make a photo album out of these moments.

They spend about half an hour in the studio before Yoongi starts saying he's hungry. Namjoon saved the files and they left the studio.

"Choose what you want, Yoongs." Namjoon shares the menu with the hybrid, explaining the dishes Yoongi asked about. There are photos of the food next to the names so Yoongi could point at the things that appeal to him.

Seokjin yet again snaps a photo of the scene. He guesses that the album he's planning to make will be filled with photos of Namjoon and Yoongi but he's not complaining. These two are his favorite people in the world. He could look at them for hours and not get bored.

"Are you ready to order?" The two nod and Seokjin tells the hybrid to press the call button so a waiter could come. Yoongi was so excited to press it.

"Oh? Hyung!" Jinyoung, who appears to be the one taking their order today cheers.

"Hi, Youngie," Seokjin giggles a little at the little eye roll the waiter gave at the nickname.

"Well isn't the cutest boy here today?" Yoongi blushed at the compliment. He and Jinyoung aren't strangers. He met him a couple of times when Seokjin took him to check up on the restaurants and so far he has made a good impression on the hybrid, "What would you like to order today?" Yoongi hides under Namjoon's arm causing the other three to laugh at the cuteness.

Seokjin was the one who ordered for him. Jinyoung turned to place their order with a joking salute towards Seokjin as a payback for the nickname. Seokjin rolls his eyes at the gesture.

They waited while having small talks. Yoongi would ask some questions from now and then. Mostly about the things he found interesting like decor or food that someone was carrying or eating. Seokjin is glad he's memorized every dish so he could answer Yoongi's questions.

"Wow, you put some effort into this didn't ya?" Jinyoung giggles as he places Yoongi's dish. It was shaped into a cat's face. Yoongi was liking it as he was eyeing it with interest.

"Of course~" He singsonged, "Special things for special guests, right Yoongi?" The hybrid didn't even hear him so he didn't respond. Seokjin and Namjoon snicker behind their hand as Jinyoung huffs out a "Rude".

"I just don't want you to give ideas in my son's head. The next thing I'll know is that I need to make Mickey Mouse-shaped pancakes for breakfast," Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but the elder beat him to it, "Don't." He warns and Namjoon deflates.

"That wouldn't be that bad." Jinyoung giggles.

"It'll be a pain in the-" He looks over to Yoongi who was still immersed with the food plating. He leaned closer to Jinyoung, "Ass." He whispers causing the waiter to burst out laughing.

"Some effort you did to not curse in front of your child." He wipes a tear from his eye while receiving a glare from his boss.

"Shoo! Go serve some other customers! Make some money and let me and my family eat in peace!" He made shooing motions. Jinyoung left while still giggling.

Lunch went by fine with Namjoon commenting he likes how Seokjin treats his workers so casually yet strict when he needs to. Yoongi ate his food eagerly, stopping once in a while to say it's a pity that he has to ruin the cat's face and apologized to it with a pout. The two adults find it cute. Very cute that they questioned themselves are they really going to be the parents of a child this cute? It's surreal.

The rest of the day goes by in a blink of an eye. They toured the city mindlessly, just trying to pass the time. Yoongi was enjoying the view. They didn't go to the places, just toured around the city. Sometimes one of the adults will explain the places they pass by. Maybe they'll go to places when they're much more prepared.

They then got back into the apartment after dinner and a little walk in the park. The walk turned into a snowball fight, mostly Seokjin and Namjoon. By the time they got back Yoongi was already freezing cold even with all of the layers he's in. Namjoon was carrying him back as the hybrid clung onto him, teeth clattering. Seokjin immediately went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate after they entered the flat. Namjoon was the one who changed Yoongi's clothes. The last thing they want is Yoongi getting sick.

"Are you feeling better now?" Seokjin asks as he brings three mugs of hot chocolate to the coffee table. The boy was wrapped up with blankets but his teeth were still clattering and his nose was red-ish.

"Cold." He commented and took the mug the elder was offering him. He sighed into the warmth.

"Are you feeling sick?" The hybrid shakes his head, "Wait let me change my clothes first then I'll help warm you up." He says when Namjoon entered the room.

He internally blames himself for dragging the snowball fight out too long. He and Namjoon were having too much fun and were maybe a little rough with Yoongi but because the boy didn't complain they didn't notice it at first. Now it's obvious that he was probably freezing. They even had to rush back. 

After changing his clothes he went back to the living room and joined the cuddle puddle. Yoongi wasn't shaking that much but he sneezed a couple of times. His nose was still red. At least his body doesn't feel cold, but it could be a sign that his temperature is rising. Tonight Seokjin will have to be on standby with some medicine and thermometer, just in case.

In case indeed. When it was bedtime Yoongi wasn't in that of a good mood and he was a little dopy. He claimed that he was a little dizzy too. Then at around twelve or one in the morning when Seokjin decided to check on him, he found Yoongi curling into the sheets, panting and his temperature was high. A fever, not that he was surprised, just that he wishes he had been more careful. He notes that he needs to control himself some more in a snowball fight.

He quickly grabbed the medicine and thermometer before waking the hybrid up. The hybrid whined about his massive headache and had no obligations when his temperature was being recorded. 38.2° celsius, that's high. At first, he didn't want to drink the medicine at all. Saying it doesn't taste good. But after some convincing, he eventually drank the syrup.

Seokjin was going to leave him but the hybrid latched onto him and wouldn't let go. He remembered the times when he was sick. His mother would stay with him throughout the night. He thinks it's not a good idea to leave him alone.

"Hyung won't leave. Hyung will come back after I put this away, okay?" Yoongi mumbled some words that the elder couldn't decipher, "What's that, Yoonie?" The boy groans.

"Joon Hyung…" He mumbled more clearly this time.

"Mmn do you want to sleep in mine and Joon's room?" No response. He'll take that as a green light. He lifted the hybrid to his hips and walked out of the room.

Yoongi groans at every movement. Seokjin tried to make the hybrid as still as possible as he placed the medicine back and walked into his and Namjoon's shared room. His husband was half awake when the door opened.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you asleep?" He asked, eyes still not fully opening and voice raspy.

"Yoongi has a fever, he wants to sleep with us." His sentence was followed by the sound of the door closing and Yoongi whining.

"Poor Yoongie. Come here, baby." Namjoon opened his arms to let the hybrid crawl into him. He hasn't yet closed his arms when Seokjin hasn't cuddled with them. It made the eldest smile.

"Did he take some medicine?" Seokjin nods before sighing.

"This is our fault. We got too caught up with the snowball fight." His husband hums in agreement before a groan escapes Yoongi, "What's wrong, Yoonie?" Seokjin asks.

"Cold…" The boy muttered. His teeth started to clatter again and the eldest of the three pulled the covers until it reached the hybrid's neck, leaving the room so he could breathe.

"Better?" Yoongi nods, "Mmn go sleep then. It'll get better in the morning."

The hybrid curled further into the cuddle. Both Seokjin's and Namjoon's body heat are doing great jobs in giving extra warmth as he drifted into sleep. The other two followed him not long after.

That night they slept with the guilty feeling of getting their unofficial son sick.

In the morning, Yoongi slept in. He woke up around noon with Namjoon next to him reading a book. The dimpled man immediately averts his attention to the hybrid once he feels movement.

"Hyung…" Yoongi groans weakly.

"Mmn how are you feeling?" He caressed the hybrid.

"Head hurts…" He proceeds to bury his face into his Hyung's side.

"Jin Hyung made some dakjuk. Do you want me to bring it here?" The boy immediately lifted his head and shook it causing a wave of headaches, "Hey take it easy. It's okay if you want to eat here." He shakes his head again.

"Bed 'be dirty… Don't wanna get em' mad…" He muttered as he tried to sit up, Namjoon helped him.

"It's okay. No one's going to get mad." The elder guessed that he's talking about his parents again.

This morning Yoongi had a nightmare about his parents. He didn't wake up but he chanted their names in a terrified tone. His sick and dazed state must be making him disoriented.

"Okay then let's go eat? You need to eat something to feel better." He checked earlier that Yoongi's temperature had dropped a little. Yoongi nods at the offer and proceeds to get out of bed. He barely made some steps to the door without almost falling so Namjoon picked him up.

They both sit on a stool, Yoongi on Namjoon's lap.

"Good afternoon, Yoonie," Seokjin greets as he took a bowl out of the rack, "His temperature went down?" Namjoon nods, "Here, eat up, Yoonie." He placed the bowl in front of the two.

"Eat by yourself?" Namjoon offered the spoon to the hybrid who accepts it. He turned towards the island and scooped a little of the dish into his mouth.

"Come on Yoon, eat more?" He shakes his head, "For Hyung? It'll make Hyung happy." Seokjin coax.

"M' not hungry anymore." He said weakly and pushed the bowl back. He barely finished half of it.

"Well, better than nothing, right?" 

"Right." Seokjin sighs as he rested his upper body on the counter, prepped up by his arms.

"Wanna sleep some more?" Yoongi nods, "Let's go back to my room-" The hybrid shakes his head, "Your room?" He shakes his head again, "The living room?" He nods.

"Want to… sun… bath…" He muttered and Namjoon smiled.

"Sure." He answers happily and lifts him and heads to the living room.

Never has he ever been so glad and grateful for the tall glass windows in the apartment. Yoongi was resting on his chest, already fast asleep. Seokjin joined not long after. He sat above Namjoon's head and the younger immediately took that as an offer to use the elder's thigh as a pillow. Seokjin rolled his eyes when Namjoon placed his head but they then giggled.

Chapter Text

Adoption. Ah yes, a topic that a man named Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin avoids talking about.

Why? Because it always hurts them.

Why? Because it's one of the things they really want to do but are unable to.

Seokjin blames himself for it. His husband suggested they move to another country where they could fulfill that wish. But Seokjin turns the offer down because he was so cowardly. He turned the offer down just because he's scared of missing and living away from his homeland. Seokjin thinks it's a stupid reason and that his husband has reason to blame and hate him.

Namjoon on the other hand doesn't blame his husband. At all. Okay, maybe at first a teeny bit of him did. But if he wants to get angry at someone, it's to no one. He was so sad and depressed about the answer at first. He doesn't understand why would a reason like that stop Seokjin from accomplishing one of his dreams.

But now he understands that… not everyone is ambitious and would give up everything for a goal. Whether it's because they just don't want to or they're scared.

Adoption is was impossible for them. They've given up about that.

That's why both of them feel like crying out of nervousness and relief when they're sitting in the courtroom, waiting to get the words of confirmation out of the judge. Yoongi wasn't supposed to be clinging onto Namjoon's side. But when the workers tried to separate them… it was… let's just say it wasn't the easiest thing to do and they gave up.

The process is a bit weird and messy yet it's also… very planned…? Namjoon doesn't know how to put it but it's not like how normal adoption works but at the same time it's like that too.

They were treated like a real couple, like an officially married couple. They were asked to bring proof that they've been together to be able to adopt Yoongi. Since they have no legal documents of being married, they gave the pictures from their wedding. Then they were given a document. It's sort of like a marriage document. So you could say that they're now officially married and that there's proof of their marriage besides the rings and wedding photos.

Then isn't it like making LGBT legal? Or Why don't they just make LGBT legal , you'd ask. Well the answer is; no one knows. LGBT is still illegal. These are confusing times, yes. But what are you going to do about it? Nothing because no one can except the ones in control.

"Hyung I'm bored." Yoongi whispers while tugging the edge of Namjoon's suit. The older hunched down to be ear level with him.

"Wait a little longer, kay? After this, we can go back home or maybe go somewhere. Anywhere you want. We need to celebrate you becoming ours officially." Yoongi smiles and nods at that. The dimpled man immediately fixed his posture and continued to listen to what the others were saying. Most of it is just… boring talk. But they can't skip this out.

Yoongi's biological parents are also there. They were the main reason why Yoongi refused to be away from the couple. They were glaring at him. At Namjoon and Seokjin too and every time their glare reaches Yoongi's sight, the hybrid scoots closer and grasps the dimpled man's suit tighter. Namjoon always reassures the hybrid by running his hand up and down his back. He doesn't mind although the bottom of his suit is now crippled.

Namjoon wasn't really listening to what the judge said before he heard the sound of the hammer slamming. He was zoning out but the sound brought him back to reality and he felt his husband immediately hugging him.

"Congratulations to the Kim family." The judge said with a smile as he watched the couple's reaction and how Yoongi was clinging onto Namjoon's side. Everyone in the room applauded them. The hybrid didn't understand what was happening but Seokjin certainly did and he was trying his best to hide his face and hold himself back from crying whilst Namjoon was still processing whatever is happening.

"Joon-ah, am I dreaming? Is this real?" Seokjin's voice wavers and it sends chills down Namjoon's spine. He immediately went to comfort him by wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Mn. It's real." He smiles as he hugged his now official family close.

"Congratulations you guys!!" Hyunae squealed as the family approached her. Their home study writer was standing behind her with a proud smile. She handed over the bouquet of flowers she was holding to Seokjin as the couple shyly smiled.

"We couldn't have done it without you two. Seriously. You two were such big help. I'm glad you were assigned to us." Namjoon and Seokjin both bowed ninety degrees, catching the two women off guard. They quickly told the couple to straighten up.

"I- it's our job and you're more than perfect for Yoongi!" She was blushing, "Isn't that right, sweetie?" She asks the hybrid who has been spectating the scene, "Are you happy that now Seokjin-ssi and Namjoon-ssi are your parents?" The hybrid brightens up and nods, furiously, causing the adults to laugh, "See? The struggle was worth it."

"The struggle was indeed worth it." Seokjin said as he smiled and remembered the hard times they went through. He's been sleep-deprived during the whole process, lots of phone calls and answering, lots of anxiety and tears. But it was all worth it.

Then the two women left, leaving them alone. Yoongi's eyes were glued to the flower bouquet so Seokjin had an idea. He picked one of the flowers, a purple one, and placed it behind hybrid's ear. Yoongi gasped shyly as he looked at his reflection.

"What do you want to do to celebrate, Yoongs?" Namjoon crouched down and asked.

"Umm… ice cream…?" The couple laughs fondly.

"Just ice cream? Nothing special?" The hybrid nods, "Well if we're going for ice cream let's go to the best place with the yummiest ice cream!" The dimpled man cheers.

"Why don't we make some Korean barbecue too at home?" Seokjin suggests and honestly, Namjoon would be down for anything so he just nods.

When they were heading out of the building, they ran into the devil couple on the stairs. It wasn't a very nice encounter. Yoongi made grabby hands to be picked up once he saw the two from afar. His father smelled him so he turned around, bright yellow eyes sharp as knives. The boy whined as he buried himself into Seokjin's neck.

It was on instinct that Namjoon stepped forward to block the man's view of his family . He could tell that the man was about to run towards them but there were guards there so he didn't. Yoongi's mother doesn't seem to notice their presence as she was zoning out while being dragged by the guards.

Namjoon was the one who drove even though it makes Seokjin worry. He was the one who knew where the best ice cream shop was. Namjoon could drive, he got his license and all but he's not the best and with the nickname 'God Of Destruction' following him, it's… a tad concerning.

But they got to the ice cream shop safe and sound in one piece. Seokjin remembers the place as the place they went on their third or second date. Can't lie, it is good.

Seokjin and Namjoon chose a more unique flavor while Yoongi settled with vanilla and chocolate. He still tried the flavors his parents got and didn't really take a liking to them. Yoongi had no problem eating neatly. Seokjin has noticed that the hybrid always eats cleanly and honestly, he's glad for that. Not that he doesn't want to deal with a messy kid but, he'd rather not deal with a messy kid.

They spend about almost an hour in the shop. The place was also a cafe so they ordered some drinks and some pastries of Yoongi's choice. The hybrid chose muffins. They enjoyed their time there, the couple chatting with each other while the boy listened. The hybrid would also join them from time to time. They made sure to keep the conversation light and kids appropriate for Yoongi.

They also took a selfie together to remember the day. Seokjin already took a photo of them before going to the courtroom, a picture of Yoongi and Namjoon entering the court building, and another selca of them in the car. There's also a picture of them, Hyunae and the writer. He promises himself that he's really going to make a photo album soon. He'll add some notes to the photos so he could reminisce about them and remember clearly what happened that day.

True to his words, he made a photo album. It's already little past mid February now and school is almost starting. Yoongi has mixed feelings about it. He was mostly worried rather than not liking school. He's worried about how the other kids would treat him, how he would need to make friends and Seokjin has to reassure him that it's okay if he doesn't make friends immediately. He assures the hybrid that it's normal not to be good at making friends and also assures that if someone wasn't being nice to him he could always tell the teachers or his parents. It worked for a while, at least.

Those anxiety started the first time Seokjin mentioned about going to school to the hybrid and it sure wasn't stopping anytime soon. The night before the first day of school the hybrid got a haircut. Boy, it was hard to convince the hybrid that he'll look fine. Yoongi still refused to go to the barber so Seokjin was the one who did it and he was proud of how it turned out. Finally, the hybrid's hair isn't covering his eyes.

The morning came and Seokjin found out Yoongi hadn't been sleeping well last night. Yoongi claims he only got a few hours of it before he woke up due to how nervous he is. He's still jittery up till now. He wasn't excited about school, he was worried. This is the first time Seokjin has ever seen a kid being this nervous-slash-scared to something that other kids are usually very excited about.

"Today's a big day, isn't it?" Namjoon said once he entered the kitchen. He was unaware of all of the nerves Yoongi is feeling.

"I'm scared…" The boy quivers and slumps to the kitchen island.

"What part of the school are you scared of? The teachers? The homework or subjects? The other kids?" The boy kids and the dimpled man assumes that it's the other kids.

"I'm sure the other kids are fine, Yoongs," The hybrid pouted, not believing that he'll be fine, "Maybe some of them will give you weird glances but it'll only be some of them. I'm sure most of the kids there will be happy to have a classmate like you." He assures, soothing hands running up and down the hybrid.

"What… What if I don't make new friends when I get there? The guy in that cartoon said I need to make friends in school as soon as possible!" He stressed, hands making big motions.

"I've told you before, Yoon. You don't need to make friends with anyone immediately. You also don't have to be friends with anyone you don't want or don't like. You don't have to force yourself." Seokjin chirps in from where he was making waffles. Yoongi's lunch box was on the counter next to him. He made sure to pack the things Yoongi likes.

"But hyung…?"

"Hyung what?" He says softly.

"Will… hyung be… mad if I don't have any friends?" Seokjin turns around to look at the hybrid with a raised eyebrow.

"Why… why would we be mad…?" The hybrid shrugs.

"Of course we won't be mad, Yoon. It's not a reason to be mad. Like we've said before, it's normal for someone to not be good at making friends or socializing." Seokjin continues. He seriously doesn't know why Yoongi is so worried about… socializing at this age. Was it social anxiety? Or was he worried that he and Namjoon would be disappointed with him?

After breakfast the three of them left. Namjoon's workplace was the nearest so he was dropped off first despite the younger's complaint of not being able to drop off Yoongi on his first day at school. But Seokjin quickly reminds him that he has a meeting with the artist he's working with in roughly five minutes so Namjoon pouted and sulked quietly while crossing his arms.

"Why is Joon hyung stomping?" The hybrid was referring to the loud steps Namjoon took as he walked inside the building.

"Because he can't see you off at school." The hybrid watched the dimpled man disappear into the building with wide eyes before giggling a little.

"He looks funny!" He cheered. At least his husband's childishness could be entertaining.

When the school was in sight Yoongi immediately tensed up. He could see the hybrid regretting his life decisions as they pulled into the parking lot. His ears dropped. He still tried to act cool when he got out of the car though, even when he was trembling and his tail curled in level with his leg as an obvious sign that he was scared. He gripped his father's hand even tighter when he heard the sound of kids screaming.

"You got everything you need in your backpack?" Seokjin crouches down to eye level with the boy. The hybrid nods, "Have your lunch?" He nods again while showing the lunch box in his hand, "You're good to go then." Seokjin smiles.

"I'm scared… can abort the mission?" Seokjin laughs a little at his son's choice of words. He must've learned it from a cartoon or something.

"Nope you can't," The hybrid pouts, "But if you're feeling sick you can tell the teacher. She'll call me and I'll be there in a flash," He reminds, "And remember you can also tell the teacher if someone is being mean, okay? You can tell me too if the teacher or the other students are being mean." Yoongi nods in understanding just in time for the bell to ring.

The boy was still reluctant to leave but Seokjin encouraged him to. He whips out his phone and starts recording his son. The hybrid looked back at him every now and then to see his father cheering him on. He smiles a little at that before running back to Seokjin and giving him a last hug.

"I love you, Appa." He said before pulling himself away from Seokjin and heard the teacher calling out for the students who haven't yet entered the class. He waved at his father with a smile before entering his classroom.

Seokjin was… mortified. His phone was still propped up and recording towards where Yoongi's classroom is. Did… Yoongi say I love you? To him? And did he call him Appa?!

His heart bursted and tears slipped out of him. He stops recording and ducked his head down while covering his face with his arm. Wow Yoongi really called him Appa. He called him Appa!

"Is this your first time?" A woman suddenly asked him and he nodded, still hiding his face.

"Time flies so fast and I feel like I don't deserve him." Seokjin whines as the tears finally slow down.

"The first time is always like that. I remember when my first born went to school," She chuckles, "I was afraid he'd leave or something. I feel like it was just yesterday that he was born." Seokjin nods. It felt like it was only yesterday when he met Yoongi and he's already calling him Appa.

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"Woah what happened to you?" Jinyoung comments when he saw his boss walking in.

"Today's Yoongi's first day at school." He sniffs. His nose and eyes were red, he blamed it on the cold weather though.

"Oh! Congratulations then!" Jinyoung giggles, "Wow I remembered you saying how could parents be that emotional when sending their kids off to their first day of school. Found the answer yet?" He teased and avoided the smack that his boss was going to hit him with.

"He called me Appa." He sniffs again to prevent himself from breaking down again. Jinyoung's face drops and turns into a wide eyed expression.

"W- what?! Woah that's huge!!" He cheers and the older nods.

"It feels like it was just yesterday when I met him. Seriously. Time goes so fast." He says as he puts on his apron. Jinyoung was no stranger to Yoongi's story. Till now Seokjin feels like he was more of a friend than an employee.

Seokjin has to admit that he was now being a chef for fun and to fill his time. It's okay though, he loves being one. He loves cooking albeit he'd get itchy skin from tasting a dish with garlic or potatoes in it. He enjoys his time in the kitchen. He's also thinking about opening a bakery but he wants to be the one who bakes things in there. But he also wants to be a chef at his restaurant so he doesn't know how he'll manage that. Still, he stored that idea in the back of his mind.

He's enjoying his comeback to the kitchen till he forgot to brag to his husband about Yoongi calling him Appa. Yes this is of course something that needs to be bragged about so when break time comes around, he immediately grabs his phone and sends the video to Namjoon.

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Seokjin

[Video]

I recorded it this morning

Watch it :)

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Joonie

Omg he's so cute!!

He even ran back to hug you!!

My heart's going to explode!!

[Sticker]

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Seokjin

But did you notice what he said in the end tho?

Notice what he said when he hugged me?

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Joonie

No? What did he say???

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Seokjin

Watch it again :)

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Joonie

Kay

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Hyung…

Babe…

Baby…

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Seokjin

Yes, Joonie?

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Joonie

He…

DID HE CALL YOU APPA?!

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Seokjin

Yes he did :))))))

In fact, he also said Ily too

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So

Seokjin: 2

Namjoon: 0

:))

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Joonie

Sksksksksk

I didn't know we had some sort of competition

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Seokjin

Well we have 1 now since I got the first 2 points

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Joonie

No fair!

I'll get a point too!

Just you wait!

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Seokjin

[Sticker]

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Truth to be told, yes, Namjoon would've gotten more points than him if he announced there was a competition. Yes it's cheating but hey, who cares? At least he doesn't. And for those who care? Fuck them. Namjoon is probably the only one who cares and he would happily fuck him.

He stretches his limbs after he placed his phone back into his bag. It'll be lunch hour soon so it'll get really busy. He'll pick Yoongi up from school at around three. Now he still needs to pick the hybrid up, what happens when he gets into middle school or high school? Just thinking how tall and independent Yoongi would be makes him tear up so he pushes the thought away.

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"Over here, Yoon!" Seokjin waves once he saw the hybrid exiting the class. Yoongi immediately ran up to him and Namjoon, barreling straight to them and hugging Namjoon's leg before the man could even crouch down.

"Had a great day?" The dimpled man asked as he caressed his son. He got off work early because he doesn't want to miss picking his son up from his first day of school. He has nothing to do anyways.

"Mm… guess so? The teacher gave me a star because I can already read!" Yoongi smiles, he's improving a lot in reading. He still reads slowly though but it's already a progress.

"Really? That's great!" A sense of pride could be seen flowing through the hybrid.

"Did you say thank you to her?" The eldest asked, earning a small nod with a smile, "Good, you should always say thank you." Yoongi agrees.

At home Namjoon bathed Yoongi while Seokjin cooked. Seokjin decides to make something more… special since Yoongi went through his first day well. Even though it's a bit hard for him to make the menus, he's a professional chef and Yoongi's father so of course he's able to overcome the obstacle.

"Appa!" Yoongi shouts while giggling. Seokjin could hear him running towards the kitchen along with Namjoon's giggles, "Help me!!" He clings onto his Appa's leg, "Joon hyung won't stop tickling me!!" Yoongi whines. He's still giggling though.

"Well tickle him back! Tickle him in his side. It's his weak spot." He whispers although Namjoon could surely hear it.

"I caught you!!" The dimpled man tore the hybrid away from his Appa's leg causing squeals and Seokjin to complain whiningly.

"Ya I'm cooking here! Go to the living room or somewhere! It's dangerous here and I don't want to have another hospital trip!" He clanks the wooden spoon he's holding onto the pan to get the other two's attention. The two giggled and scurried away from the kitchen.

Yoongi called Seokjin 'Appa' while Namjoon 'hyung'. Seokjin wonders how he feels. Did Joon even notice it?

At dinner, the couple encourages Yoongi to tell them about his day. They succeeded. They learned that… Yoongi is most likely socially awkward. That's okay. He could grow out of it or… be like that forever. As long as he could still socialize it's okay.

He told them that he kind of made a friend? He's not sure if the kid considers him as a friend but they sat together at lunch.

"Kihyun gave me his tangerine because he doesn't like it!" Yoongi said before wobbly stuffing his mouth. He's starting to use chopsticks now. Still a bit concerning but he's been okay for the past few weeks.

"You like tangerines don't you?" The boy nods.

"Kihyun said not to tell his parents because they'd scold him." His parents hum. Yoongi's view of scolding has changed. Before he always thought scolding was shouting hurtful words towards the person, but he's come to learn that it's not like that.

After dinner Yoongi wanted to read. Of course Namjoon happily picked him up to choose some books from the shelf. He loves that Yoongi could potentially be his reading buddy when he grew up. Just imagining him and the hybrid sitting in the living room discussing a book warms his heart. Yoongi would probably be twice as tall as he is now. Maybe even trice as tall. Maybe he would even tower over his parents when he's fully grown. ( Me writing this rn: Lol nope. )

Seokjin eventually joins them after washing the dishes. He sat on the sofa with a mug of tea in his hands as he listened to Yoongi reading the book. The book has a lot of complicated words so it's no surprise that the boy often turns to one of them to ask how to read it.

It was around eight-thirty when Yoongi started getting tired of reading and got sulky. He was pouting and whenever he got frustrated he'd hit the floor under him. That means he's sleepy so Seokjin quickly takes action before the hybrid makes a mess.

He accompanied the hybrid with brushing his teeth. He tucked him into bed and waited until he fell asleep. He softly hummed a lullaby. His voice guided the hybrid into dreamland.

"You're really Appa, huh?" Namjoon said once Seokjin was in sight with a fond smile as he tidied the books in the living room.

"Mmn yeah. Sorry that… uh… he called me as his dad first…" He's not boasting, he really feels guilty as he scratched the back of his head.

"It's okay. Why are you apologizing? You're the one who's with him lost of the time so it's natural," The younger joined his husband on the sofa once he finished stacking the books and cleaning the coffee table a little, "He still viewed me as someone… close," He grins, "That's enough." He placed a kiss on his husband's temple. Though Namjoon's voice was cheery, Seokjin could still hear the unsureness and insecurities leaking out of it.

"You're still a good dad though. Even though Yoongi hasn't called you as that, you're still being a good dad." The older reassures and hugs the other, earning a little laugh.

"Really?"

"Mn, don't doubt that. Ever ." Seokjin could hear the sort of rough exhale his husband did after he giggled a little.

He won't let those insecurities fog his husband. He is a good dad. God Seokjin wouldn't even survive having Yoongi without the help of Joon. They compliment each other. They fill the things that the other is missing.

"When is Appa coming home?" Yoongi tugs the hem of Namjoon's sweater. The older was making himself a cup of coffee.

"He'll be here in a little while. One of his employees got hurt." He answers while turning on the coffee machine. He glanced over to his son who was still standing there.

"I'm bored. Play with me?" He asks shyly, body twisting as he fiddled with his father's sweater. Namjoon grins at his cuteness.

"Of course! Just let me make my coffee first, okay?" The hybrid nods, "Why don't you go first and decide what we should play?" Another nod and Yoongi disappeared.

Namjoon could hear the sound of ruffling from somewhere in the apartment. He worries Yoongi would hurt himself so he quickly finished making his coffee. He carefully walked out of the kitchen, mug in one hand and he saw the hybrid sitting on the floor with a box of puzzles that his grandma (Seokjin's mother) bought for his birthday. His birthday was three week ago yet he's just touched it now. Namjoon grins to himself, he's probably waiting for someone to help him make it.

"You wanna make this?" Namjoon sat down in front of the hybrid while placing his mug on the coffee table.

"Mn, it looks hard." Yoongi pouts as he tries to sort out the pieces.

It's a two-hundred piece puzzle. It's a picture of sea creatures and with the mostly blue color scheme, yes, it looks hard. Namjoon's not that good with these things but Seokjin is. He's usually not patient enough to finish it but he'll try.

Yoongi was mostly the one who put them together as Namjoon sorted the pieces. He puts the edge pieces in one pile, the animal pieces in a pile and the empty blue ones in a pile. Yoongi didn't mind, he was happy. Namjoon also doesn't want to help too much because Yoongi is the one who should finish it.

Then, a sudden question comes to his mind. He hesitates to ask but couldn't stop himself from doing so.

"Yoon," He calls and the hybrid hum without looking at him, "Why did you call Jin hyung Appa?"

"Mn… because he's my Appa," That… wasn't really the answer Namjoon's hoping for, "I want to call Joon hyung Appa too but that will be confusing." He says mindlessly, not paying attention how Namjoon froze.

"Y- you… want to call me Appa?" Yoongi nods.

"Mn, but then Joon hyung and Jin hyung will get confused," The hybrid suddenly gasps and looks up to the older with bright eyes, "Does hyung knows what papa means??" Yoongi said it with a little unclearly which confused Namjoon a bit at first but he quickly caught on.

"You mean papa?" He pronounces correctly and the boy nods, "Yes I do. Where did you learn that?"

"Movies! Me and Appa watched this movie and the character said papa. Appa said it means… Appa!" His excitement dies down into a shy demeanor, "Can… can I call hyung that?" He pouts, puppy eyes, and fiddles with his tail.

"Of course!!" He might have answered it too fast and too eagerly, but hey, he's been waiting for this since… since Yoongi was officially theirs! He quickly got up and picked the hybrid up, twirling him around triggering loud giggles from the boy. God he's so happy!

"I'm getting dizzy!" Yoongi shrieks while laughing. Namjoon didn't do as the requested though, he kept spinning them around while giving raspberries to the hybrid's tummy, "Papa!" Namjoon feels a bubble of pride bursting inside.

"I'm home!" Seokjin shouts before sighing. He took off his shoes and walked in. He could already hear shoutings from inside.

"It doesn't belong there!" Yoongi argues.

"Look in the picture! It does!" Namjoon counters. Seokjin got closer to them in fear they might really be fighting.

"What's up with the shouting?" He says and Yoongi quickly smiled before requesting a hug.

"That piece doesn't belong there but papa doesn't believe me!"

"Which one?"

"That one." He points and Seokjin sits down with the boy in his arms before picking it up to take a closer look.

"Ya seriously it doesn't belong there! Here look at the pic- wait, what?!" Namjoon shouts in confusion when he sees his husband putting the piece to where Yoongi was saying it belongs. Seokjin scoffs and Yoongi sticks his tongue out.

"Told you it belongs there!" The hybrid continues to stick his tongue out mockingly. Namjoon only huffed while crossing his arms, clearly defeated.

Seokjin could only shake his head fondly at the scene. Yoongi was now sitting on his own, continuing what he was doing before the little argument. Seokjin watches as his husband and his son work together to finish the puzzle. It's already around… seventy-percent done. When did they start? If they started when he left then yeah, it's quite fast for them. He only left for about an hour or so.

"One last piece and… Done!" Yoongi cheers about an hour later. Namjoon already looked tired from thinking too much. Seokjin grins at his husband and earns an eye roll, "I wanted it to be a surprise for Appa but I was too slow." The hybrid pouts.

"That's okay. I'm still proud of you." Seokjin ruffles the hybrid's head, earning slight purrs.

"Papa also helped a lot! He put the pieces into piles so it's easier for me!" Seokjin smiles and nods before pausing.

"Papa?" Yoongi nods.

"Jin is Appa and Joon is papa." He said with a big smile. Seokjin turns to his husband who was acting shyly and has a light blush covering his cheeks.

"Since when we started making the puzzle." Namjoon said sheepishly as he touched his nape. The eldest looks back at the hybrid who was smiling brightly. He broke into a smile, now it really feels complete.

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It does feel complete. They have a routine which involves Seokjin waking up at a little around past eight to make breakfast for the whole family and then a fully dressed Namjoon stumbling into the kitchen with a still sleepy and slightly grumpy Yoongi already in his uniform around thirty minutes later. They then would have a nice breakfast before going to their own places for the day. Well… not every breakfast is nice. Sometimes they'd have to deal with a Yoongi who refused to go to school too. But that's part of the whole raising a kid thing so they're good.

In the end of March Seokjin set up an appointment with a therapist for Yoongi. The hybrid was diagnosed with social anxiety and a bit of PTSD. Every time someone would show a disliking to anything he does he'd get worked up. He has also shown some signs of aggression every time he has a tantrum (which is not that often) but he's not officially diagnosed with that.

It was in May when Seokjin got a call from Yoongi's school telling him to come quickly.

Of course, Seokjin quickly dropped the knife he's holding, surprising everyone in the kitchen before hastily taking off his gloves and dashing towards the staff room to get his belongings while taking off his apron. He told to anyone who listened in the kitchen to take over as he rushed to the car. Didn't help that it was raining heavily causing his vision of the road to be unclear. He could've sworn that the car almost slipped a few times and he didn't see that delivery motorcycle in the intersection. But he still got to the school in one piece.

He parked the car and almost forgot to turn it off before exiting it and running into the building. He doesn't care if it's raining and he doesn't have an umbrella because who the hell gives a fuck about umbrellas when they got a call about their son having a panic attack?!

"Yoongi!" Seokjin burst into the principal's office and saw Yoongi curling into the corner of the room, crying his eyes out and the principal sitting on his chair with a helpless look. Seokjin quickly dropped his bag and kneeled near his son, who flinched badly, maybe was even trying to run away but his legs wouldn't let him and hissed before crying some more. The hybrid curled further into himself and Seokjin takes that as a sign that whatever happened affected him badly till his animal instincts took over him.

Seokjin took a deep breath. Stay calm, he reminds himself before extending his hand and exposing his wrist to the boy. He exhales slowly because it makes him feel like he's releasing calming pre hormones, or at least that's what his brother told him or what he learned from his family's private hybrid specialist. It's supposed to calm them down, just like what Namjoon did at the time when Yoongi and Hyunae showed up on their door a few months ago.

The hybrid started sniffing, let his nose guide him to the familiar scent because his eyes were too fogged by tears to be able to see clearly. The second he figured out that his father was in the room, he latched onto him as if his life was on the line.

"Breathe Yoonie. Breathe." Seokjin reminded when the hybrid started choking. Seokjin stood up with his son in arms and picked his bag off the floor on the way. He walks over to the chair in front of the principal's desk, who has an apologetic look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry that you had to rush here in such weather." He starts. Seokjin looks up and shakes his head to get his hair out of his view.

"It's okay. It was an emergency." He bounced his son on his leg. He wasn't crying now, just some occasional sniffs.

"We managed to stop him from hyperventilating, which we also didn't do a good job at, but not the crying. The moment he got here he ran into the corner and hissed at anyone who got close to him. I'm surprised that he didn't hiss or bite at you when you got close." Seokjin internally scoffs at that. Of course , Yoongi would be able to differentiate the presence of someone he views as a safe place or not. Although just a little when he's in that situation.

Instead of scoffing loudly, he let out a formal laugh instead, "May I know what happened?" His tone changed to somewhat of a protective one.

"Err… That I don't quite understand the situation. But I'm sure the teacher would tell you. The second recess will roll around anytime soon and you could talk to the teacher then."

"Home…" The hybrid whimpers into his dad's chest.

"You wanna go home?" The boy nods and Seokjin complies. Anything for his Yoonie, "Guess well leave now. I'll ask the teacher later." He gets up while still keeping his son in his arms, Yoongi gained more weight during the few months he's been with the two. The principal follows Seokjin, getting up and they exchange bows. 

As Seokjin walks down the empty hall, he feels an itch to enter Yoongi's classroom and meet with the teacher, now. He's told his son's homeroom teacher about Yoongi's conditions and so far it's been fine. So who the hell made Yoongi have a panic attack that bad?

"Yoon, how do you feel if we stay a little longer here?" The hybrid groans, clearly not okay with the idea, "But it's so that we can solve the problem." The hybrid shakes his head again and Seokjin sighs. Okay, so he has to wait. He'll at least ask Yoongi about what happened later.

He placed Yoongi in the front seat. It was still raining heavily and it's hard to put him in the backseat without getting drenched. He made a run for it with Yoongi and entered the driver's seat. Then he let Yoongi sit. He had to tell Yoongi to not shake his head and get water all over the car. He instead used his sleeves to dry the hybrid's ears, which was the part that Yoongi hates getting wet the most so it became a priority.

"Cold." Yoongi says as his ears were being dried. Seokjin pats his head before turning on the car along with the heater, the hybrid sighed contently to the warmth.

"Could you tell me what happened?" The elder says calmly as he buckles Yoongi's seatbelt before buckling his.

"A- Appa's mad?" Seokjin snaps his head towards his son who was fiddling with his hands and making himself look small.

"Huh?" The hybrid looks up at the sound, new tears in his eyes and Seokjin feels bad, "No, of course, Appa's not mad. Why would Appa be mad?" He looks back to the front before reversing the car.

"A- Appa had to leave work in the rain… for me…" 

"Oh Yoon," He sighs, "What did I tell you? I won't be mad at things like these. You're important to me so of course, I'd rush here if something bad happened to you. You don't have to feel bad about it. Believe that, kay?" The hybrid didn't nod but the silence was enough, "Now what happened?" The hybrid sighed before telling his father everything.

What happened was all of the kids were asked to do some reading aloud in front of the whole class. Yoongi wasn't all that okay with the idea but he has to. Apparently, he keeps messing up and shuttering a couple of times due to how nervous he is and the teacher started scolding him right in front of the class and he swore that he saw everyone laughing at him so he just… well, as you know, had a panic attack.

"Then what did the teacher do?"

"Dunno… but the other kids were laughing." He curls into himself, covering his face as Seokjin feels like he might cry again or hyperventilate to the memory. He placed a soothing hand on the hybrid's back.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they didn't." As Seokjin has learned from past experiences from dealing with Yoongi like this, sometimes the laughingstock situation is all in his head. But he'll have to make sure later.

At home, Yoongi was exhausted. He immediately went to his room to change before heading to the living room. His father joined him not long after and had also changed his clothes too. The hybrid fell asleep after that. Seokjin sighed, he must be so worn out from today. He even fell asleep in the car.

The elder grabbed his laptop and returned to his previous seat where Yoongi was already searching for him in his sleep. He smiles at that. How his son wanted to be close to him even when he's asleep.

He has something that's been in his mind lately. He wanted to discuss it a couple of times with Joon because he feels like this needs to be discussed but was always… unsure the moment he wants to bring the topic up. He wants to expand the restaurant. It's been about a year, almost two since he opened the restaurant. It had some hardships but he could say it's pretty successful now. He thinks it's time. Maybe he could even expand it outside of the country, who knows? Should he?

He bit his lip. Yeah, he'll discuss it tonight with Joon.

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"I'm home!" Namjoon shouts back once the door closes, he could instantly hear "Papa's home!" and footsteps coming towards him. He eloped the hybrid in a hug, the one they always share when he just got home, "Where's Appa?" The elder one kissed the tip of his son's head.

"In the kitchen cooking." The boy answers happily and his father hums.

"Welcome home," Seokjin said without looking away from the cutting board, "Go wash up. Dinner will be ready soon." Little did he know he'd be given a sudden kiss attack that could've ended up in a stabbing situation.

"Help me with my homework?" Yoongi said when Namjoon returned. The boy was sitting near the island with his books sprawled in front of him.

"Sure, Yoongs. What is it?" His father answered with a dimpled smile. He loves it when Yoongi asks any of them for help instead of keeping things to himself.

"Math and English." Namjoon hums as he sits down.

The sound of his two favorite people in the world was music in his ears as he cooked. He loves evenings like these. It was still raining a bit, which is amazing since it started raining about five hours ago, and the sound is the perfect background noise. The smell of his food fills the apartment too and it makes everything cozier. He would never trade this life for anything. Ever.

"Pause it for now, boys," Seokjin said as he carried the dishes to the dining table. Namjoon told the same to the hybrid who then closed his book and followed his Appa. Namjoon went to the kitchen and brought the things to set the table up since he knew no one did it. He always does small things and gestures that'll ease his husband. He always loves seeing the grateful and proud expression on Seokjin every time he helps with something.

"Thank you." The eldest in the room said to his husband who was appearing with plates, bowls, and eating utensils in hand.

"Don't mention it, babe. You always do most of the things around here so I'll do the little things." He placed a kiss on the elder's cheek.

"That's because you always break things, you dork!" Seokjin playfully smacks before scurrying back to the kitchen, ignoring the younger's protests.

Namjoon then got back to setting the table up. Yoongi was already sitting there, head propped up on his hand watching his fathers with a smile. Both Namjoon and Seokjin have come to notice that their son doesn't mind some PDA. Unlike other kids who'd be grossed out, he looks unbothered,  happy actually. Every time his parents would give each other pecks on the lips, cheeks, or head or maybe ruffles and hugs, he'd give a little fond smile. Maybe he's glad that his parents aren't always fighting. His previous parents aren't even close, he might have never even seen them being close without fighting. So maybe he's glad for the peace and civilness.

"How's your day at school, Yoongs?" Namjoon asks mindlessly and Yoongi stopped. When the dimpled man heard no answer, he looked up from his food to find his son pouting, clearly unhappy yet Namjoon doesn't know why. He looks over to his husband for help who has a sympathetic look on his face before sighing.

"He… didn't quite have a good day today," Seokjin answers for the hybrid instead and leans closer to Joon, "He had a panic attack." He said in a lower voice, making sure that Yoongi could still hear so he won't feel left out or like they're gossiping about him.

Namjoon's eyes widened in worry, "Are you okay?!" The hybrid nods stiffly, obviously not liking the topic. Seokjin cleared his throat and placed a piece of chicken in the kid's bowl.

"You like this, right? Eat up, Yoon." He says brightly to brighten the mood and he guessed it works. Yoongi was smiling again and that's what's matter.

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"Joon, I was thinking," Seokjin said as took off his pants. His husband hums as a sign he's listening even though he's not looking away from his book, "I… I think I should start expanding the restaurant." Namjoon looks up from his book with a raised eyebrow.

"You… want to open a branch?" The elder nods.

"I've been wanting to make it some sort of like… a food chain, y'know? And I think it's big enough now. We have enough money to do it." The younger broke into a smile and opened his arms, inviting his husband into a hug who gradually accepted it.

"Sure. Why not? It's your choice, you know? You didn't even have to tell me." Joon kissed the elder's head tenderly, earning a shy smile.

"You agree?" 

"Of course."

"Mmn… I just think that I needed to tell you first. Communication is the key, you know?" Namjoon laughs fondly while agreeing. Seokjin couldn't help but also laugh at what he said. Their laughs also continued with tickling, because one thing that they love more than Late Night Couple Talks™ is tickle fights in the night. None of them knew when it started, but they just randomly tickled each other before bed sometimes.

"When are you going to start?" The younger one asks once their giggles have died down. Seokjin was still giggling as Namjoon's hand was still tickling him a bit on his stomach.

"Stop!" He swats the hand away, "Mn… maybe tomorrow? Two days? Next week? Next month? Dunno. I hadn't thought that far actually." Namjoon chuckles, a classic Seokjin is always like that.

"Well, it's the intention that counts." Seokjin rolls his eyes.

They then stayed in silence, Namjoon already picking his book again to continue reading. Seokjin doesn't mind, he loves the feeling of their tangled legs and the comfortable silence along with the sound of his husband's heartbeats as background noise. He snuggles closer to the younger's clothed chest, inhaling his calming scent as he could feel himself become a bit floaty due to sleep.

"I think I need to work out more." Namjoon suddenly said, causing the elder to snap his eyes open, look at him with confusion.

"Huh? Why? You're fine."

"Just now I want to lift you but I couldn't. Or… at least it's hard to do so." Both of them stayed there, like that. Namjoon is still staring at his husband while Seokjin stares at nothing until his face slowly blushes and then grimaces a bit.

"Okay I think that's on me 'cause I gained a few kilos…"

A few days after it's a bit hard getting Yoongi to school. He refuses to go, actually. He's embarrassed to meet his classmates after the incident. But some things just have to be done so Seokjin sort of dragged the hybrid to school for three days straight.

On a particular day when Seokjin had a morning schedule, didn't even get to drop Yoongi off at school. Namjoon was the one who dropped the hybrid off. Seokjin has purposely left with public transport so that it'll be easier for Joon to drop the hybrid off. Well, let's just say that Namjoon admires his husband more after that because he's able to resist Yoongi's puppy eyes and pouty lips and get him to school on time. He respects all of those housewives that always manage to multitask multiple things at the same time because apparently, he can't.

Yoongi ended up being almost ten minutes late. Namjoon struggles to wake the hybrid up, making breakfast (which is only cereal), packing the hybrid's lunch, and getting himself ready for the day. Seokjin has set the things that'll go into the hybrid's lunch box on the dining table, but of course, Namjoon found a way to make things complicated. How? You don't need to ask. Then after breakfast, Yoongi gave him puppy eyes, telling him he doesn't want to go to school. Needless to say, it took quite a bit of time to get both of them out of the house and not to mention the drive towards the school.

So yeah, another reason for Yoongi to be embarrassed. God, he feels like he failed as a father. Well, as a responsible one at least. He immediately sighs and buries his head in his hand when he gets to his studio.

"Damn you Namjoon." He cursed right when his phone rang. It shows his husband's name so he picks it up.

"Hello? How did everything go?" The other line begins and Namjoon sighs.

"Terrible."

"How terrible and why?"

"He got there ten minutes late. Another reason to be embarrassed." He could already imagine Seokjin's face when he wants to nag but the elder man holds back, opting to sigh instead.

"Well… better late than never…?" Both of them chuckle. Yeah, true though.

"How's work so far?" 

"Terrible. Seriously if I find another employee having an affair I'm going to shut the whole place down. I mean like- seriously, why didn't you just tell me and like- maybe we can solve it and be civil instead of me having to find a replacement in two days?! Can't they just understand how infuriating it is to find a replacement worker in two days?! Hell if they even thought about it. Oh yeah, not just one replacement, but two! I fired them both." He pants after his rambling. The other could only… laugh or giggle as you want to call it.

"Well, that's a lot in the morning." Namjoon snickers.

"Heck yes," The elder growls causing the younger to giggle some more, "How about the car?"

"I left it where you usually do. I wanted to come by and say hi but you seem busy with all that shouting from inside so I didn't.

"Well yes of course I'm busy shouting at idiotic people," Seokjin scoffs, "But thanks though. You're in your studio now?" Namjoon hums in confirmation, "Mnn I'll be off then. I have a restaurant to open." With a few more goodbyes and some kissy sound, the call ended. Namjoon sighs again, he wishes he could help his husband more. Seokjin needs to take care of the restaurant, the house, and Yoongi (and him too).

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"Hi, Yoo- did you cry?!" Seokjin quickly runs over to him, seeing his son's red eyes and sniffing. He also noticed that Yoongi was using the breathing exercises his father taught him. He immediately checks if he's hurt anywhere, he's not though, "What's wrong, Yoonie?" He says worriedly.

"I- I don't like K- Kwon Seonsaeng-nim…" Seokjin could tell that he was trying his best not to break down.

"What happened? Did… did she call you out in front of everyone again?" The hybrid nods. Okay, that's it. In only five days it's been three times. This is the fourth. Seokjin is really afraid that his son will really suffocate if this continues.

"I was the first one to finish the worksheet and s- she immediately used me as a bad example of someone being… um… careless…? I was still standing in front of her and the others err l- looked at me. But I checked and I'm sure I got them right!" Yoongi pouts. Yeah, Yoongi does tend to finish his worksheets faster than the rest of the class and he does have good grades.

"Okay, can I talk to her before going home? Will you wait?" The hybrid nods, "Go play with your friends first okay? I'll go get you in a sec." He earned a nod again and the hybrid was off.

"Excuse me?" He knocked and opened the classroom door to see the teacher he's looking for. After all, math was Yoongi's last class of the day.

"Yes? How may I help you?" She answers politely.

"I'm Kim Seokjin, Kim Yoongi's father," He introduced and bowed a little which she returned, "I wanted to discuss about… um… how do I say it?" He laughs formally, he honestly doesn't know how to put this politely, "Let's just put it this way," He fixes his posture, "Seonsaeng-nim knows Yoongi has a… pretty bad social anxiety?" She nods.

"Yes, I am aware of that. His homeroom teacher told me." 

"Well… that means he's very anxious about people judging, humiliation and embarrassment," She nods again, "Well these past few days he's been very anxious about… your behavior."

"How so?" She really does look lost.

"Well, the day he had left your class early. He was very overwhelmed with you scolding him in front of everyone. Like today too. You used him as a bad example in front of everyone, not even bothering that everyone will know who you are referring to." He smiled at the end to make up for his lack of nice words arranging skills.

"Ah is that so. Today he didn't have a panic attack though. Isn't it just a moment in time? It's understandable to be overwhelmed in the first time." She tilts her head and Seokjin takes a deep breath.

"Well maybe it was maybe it wasn't. All that I want you to understand is that Yoongi already has a rough childhood, that's why he's a bit different from other kids, because he is different. He may not have a panic attack at school after the first one. But he kinda did at home. So, I'm just worried that his condition will worsen if things don't change. Right, Seonsaeng-nim?" He smiles again, tries to make it a bit intimidating though because he is worried Yoongi will have more social problems in the future due to trauma.

"But he does need to be told that he's doing something wrong or careless, right?" She smiles back, though not as demeaning as before though. Seokjin, yet again, sighs, he wants to make this quick and he will. He had a long day today and he just wants to snuggle with his son at home.

"Look, all I'm asking you is to not 'embarrass' or make him feel too judged. It's better to avoid him having panic attacks, right?" He made sure to do the quote thingy, the teacher nods, "As for the scolding and reminding, you could do that more privately, not in front of the whole class," He could feel annoyance-slash-anger building so he sits back and sighs, "Please?" He adds just to be polite.

It took a bit of silence, foot thumping, finger tapping and hums till the teacher cocks her head and nods.

"Okay, I guess I'm fine with that." Smiles and finally, it's over.

"I'll get going then. Yoongi's been waiting for a while. Thank you for your time." Gets up and bows, the woman doing the same.

"Teachers," Seokjin whispers to himself as he shakes his head, "Yoongi!" He called and cat ears immediately perked up and came to sight from behind the slide. He saw Yoongi saying goodbye to one of the students before he was running towards his father.

"Appa!" He gave the elder a big hug.

"Sorry if I took too long." In reality, it didn't even take fifteen minutes but maybe Yoongi is impatient. The hybrid shakes his head though.

"S' okay! Kihyun and I were discussing who is better, Ironman or Captain America! I think Ironman is better though." Seokjin chuckles.

"I like spiderman!" Theelder said and proceeded to make web shooting gestures which made his son laugh out loud, a gummy smile on full display, he recently just lost both of his top canine teeth. Seokjin thinks it looks cute.

"Appa, Appa, look!" Yoongi calls while holding his tooth in his hand.

"What the- is that your tooth?!" The hybrid nods, "Does it hurt?! Is it still bleeding?!"

"Um… a bit. But I rinsed my mouth! Just like that last time my tooth fell off! This tooth is also wobbly!" Yoongi shows the tooth he's referring to.

"Uh… you've lost your tooth before?" The boy nods. Seokjin's a bit lost at how the hybrid was a lot calmer than he is.

"It's because… um… it was wobbly and… and o-old Appa hit me so it fell off… it was this one. But all of my front teeth have fallen off." He points at his front teeth. Seokjin thought they hadn't come off yet. But he smiles at how well Yoongi handled the situation.

"Okay then, let's eat some ice cream so the bleeding will stop, kay?"

"Appa," Yoongi calls shyly, who received a hum in return as his father buckles his seatbelt, "Can… can we have ice cream?" He asks shyly.

"Sure! I think it'll be a good reward for both of us!"

"Can I have vanilla?" 

"But we have chocolate at home, Yoon." The boy shakes his head.

"Papa wanted some ice cream last night but we're out of ice cream."

"Oh… okay then. Let's drop by the convenience store."

"Can I have gummies too?" Seokjin sighs, he wants to say no but… well… a bit of sweets from time to time is okay.

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"Hey, kiddo. Miss me?" Namjoon chuckles as he lifts his son up into a hug.

"No," Yoongi's face straightened as Namjoon's face dropped. He was about to say something but Yoongi's grin beat him to it, "Of course! I miss Papa and Appa when they're gone!" The elder of the two also broke into a smile.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, kid!" He said as he blew raspberries into the hybrid's tummy. He then put the hybrid down, kneeled down and made tickling gestures. Yoongi, of course, has an instinct to run away but Namjoon caught his leg before the hybrid could go far.

Big mistake.

Because Yoongi immediately loses balance and falls. Okay, almost fell face first into the floor but luckily Namjoon was quick enough to slip under the boy and protect him from the fall.

"Oh my god I'm so so sorry Yoongs! I didn't mean to pull you that hard oh no please don't cry. Are you hurt?? Are you okay?? Did papa hurt you??" He rambles, feeling panicked. If something happens to Yoongi he'll be viewed as someone incompetent of taking care of Yoongi and heck he'd be sad as hell and Seokjin will probably hate him too because it's all his fault if Yoongi breaks his nose or even worse has a permanent scar on his face and then he'll really be doomed and then Seokjin will ask for a divorce then he'll live the rest of his life all alone in his studio only eating ramen and drinking coffee and-

"Is Papa okay?" His son's voice cuts through his rambling mind. He wasn't crying, he was worried. His face was twisted in worry.

"Are you okay?" He asks back, Yoongi was his priority.

"I've answered! I'm fine!" The boy exaggerates, "How about Papa?! Is Papa fine?? Papa's head hit the floor. Does it hurt?" Now that the kid's mentioned it, it does sting a bit and a headache is swarming him. It's fine though, he had worse head injuries. Something like this can't rival the injury he got when he tripped over a rock and hit his head on the edge of a brick wall. Yep, that happened and it hurts.

"Papa's fine." He assures. Yoongi has Seokjin's caring trait and he's happy about that.

"Really?" The elder nods.

"Now, as I was doing…" He smiles slyly before wrapping the shrieking hybrid into his arms and tickling the life out of him. Giggles filled the room. Both of their giggles.

"And what are you guys doing?" Seokjin asks while leaning on the threshold. Arms crossed, wooden spoon him and and a fond smile on his face.

"Papa's tickling me! Appa help!" Yoongi whines when he still can't get out of Namjoon's hold.

"You're on your own, Yoon," The hybrid made a whining noise, "But don't do it on the floor though. It's cold and I don't want any of you getting sick. Also, dinner's almost ready so it'll be nice if you two can set the table." He said as he went back to the kitchen. Namjoon and Yoongi looked at each other before smiling, then getting up and went to do as they're told.

Okay, let Seokjin get this straight. When he said his life feels complete with Yoongi being officially theirs and calling him and Namjoon Appa and Papa he's serious. It really does feel complete. He doesn't know how to say this but… it changed when he saw the bunny like child…

"Koo your dad is sorry… don't worry…" The woman croaks as she held onto her son. She looks at the dimpled man who was holding her kid, "Sorry…" He apologizes before getting limp and one of the people who was starting to gather told her to hold on and that the ambulance is on their way.

Namjoon looks at Seokjin, who was shielding a teary Yoongi behind him. The hybrid was gripping his father's pants, "Hyung…" Namjoon calls, the toddler in his arms was unconscious and blood was dripping from his blood drenched bunny ears.

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In mid-July, the first day of Yoongi's summer holiday, Seokjin decided that having a picnic somewhere a bit outside of Seoul would be a fun idea. So they did. They got up at the time they usually would on a normal day and drove away. Seokjin had already prepared the picnic basket before the two woke up so they just needed to leave once they got dressed.

Everything went well, the three of them played soccer and other games on the empty field. It was still morning so there was no one except for a few elderly couples and two other families who were also having a little picnic. It's nice, spending some family time without distractions. The adults have been pretty busy lately. Seokjin with expanding the restaurant and Namjoon with a few songs that he managed to finish yesterday, just in time with the deadline.

Yoongi was admiring the butterflies landing on a single flower that grew among the grass. Seokjin was sitting on the upper part of the hill, admiring his son while Namjoon did the same but he's admiring the whole family who's all in sight from where he was standing on a spot a hit higher than Seokjin.

Peace, he said in his mind. Summer has just entered so the heat hasn't settled in yet. The morning fresh air feels really nice, a nice break from the city air. Peaceful , that is until the sound of screeching tired entered their heads.

"Yoongi, look out!" Seokjin shouted as he yanked his son's arm to pull him away from the car that was flying towards him. They landed on the grass, near some sharp little rocks, luckily Seokjin covered his son's head from making an impact with the sharp objects even though that meant scratching his forearm. He swore if he was even a millisecond late then Yoongi's face would've been crushed by the tire, "Yoongi are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" Seokjin asked once his body registers back.

"Hyung!" Namjoon shouts while running. He places a hand on his husband's shoulder before cursing under his breath and running off. Seokjin didn't quite know where Namjoon was running to as he was still a bit panicked about Yoongi.

"Yoon you okay?!" He sat up, the wound on his forearm stings badly and blood was seeping through his sky blue shirt.

"Appa…" Yoongi hugged him and cried. Seokjin tries his best to calm him down whilst filling himself in with his surroundings.

There was a car. It hit the big tree in the field. The front of the vehicle was crushed badly and he saw his husband along with another man trying to open the car door to get whoever was in there out. Blood was pooling on the front of it and a woman near there was talking on the phone, calling the emergency line.

"One, two, three, pull!" The man beside Namjoon counted and they both pulled the door open. Much to their surprise, the door snapped off its hinges.

The inside was horrific, the driver's face was covered in blood and glass shatters but most importantly, a child. The boy, a hybrid, became his priority and he pulled the boy out. But his mother still held onto him.

"Koo your dad is sorry… don't worry…" The woman croaks as she holds onto her son. She looks at the dimpled man who was holding her kid, "Sorry…" She apologizes before falling limp and one of the people who was starting to gather told her to hold on and that the ambulance is on their way.

Namjoon pulled back out of the car, falling in the process so the other man took over. The dimpled man gave the child, who looks like he's still a toddler to a woman standing near there and he got back to helping the other man.

"Please hold on!" A woman, who was previously holding the toddler hybrid, was trying to control her bleeding, shouted at her. She was still alive, barely conscious. Her gaze fell onto Namjoon, who was holding her child.

"Koo... I'm sorry…" She whispered, Namjoon could hear it.

Everyone there waited anxiously for the ambulance to arrive. The driver of the car had no hope, he was already dead. Namjoon checked for a pulse but… there was none. He feels sad. Everything happened so suddenly.

Namjoon walks towards the upper hill, where his family was. He looks at Seokjin, who was shielding a teary Yoongi behind him from seeing the bloody scene up ahead. The hybrid was gripping his father's pants tightly, "Hyung…" Namjoon calls, the toddler in his arms was unconscious and blood was dripping from his blood-drenched bunny ears. It wasn't his blood though, Namjoon could tell. Well, at least most of it isn't, hope so. His mother was hugging him, protecting him from the impact.

Seokjin looked baffled, still in shock that Yoongi could've died too there if he didn't pull him away. He was holding his forearm, it looks like it stings a lot by how many red patches are on his sleeve. Namjoon walks closer to the elder and the sounds of sirens finally come.

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"Joon!" Seokjin called once his husband was in sight. Namjoon got to the hospital first with the man that helped alongside him. Seokjin told him to do so while he takes care of their picnic equipment and Yoongi. The cat hybrid was in his arms as he ran.

"Hyung! Are you okay?! How's your arm?!" The dimpled man eloped his family into a hug and he caressed his still sniffing son. The boy's eyes were red and he was biting his fingers.

"It's only a little scratch. How's the accident victims??" Seokjin looked worn out. Driving alone, tidying the picnic equipment while calming down a crying Yoongi must've been hard.

"T- they're still in the operation room… the woman. The driver was already dead. I heard something about the glass cutting his jugular vein. I didn't see it because the airbag was blocking, but I did check his pulse on his wrist and there was none." Namjoon took his son from his husband. Yoongi started quietly crying.

"I- I thought Papa was going to leave…" The hybrid whimpers and the one holding him shushes him gently.

"Shh… it's alright Papa's not going anywhere. It was an emergency." He rocks the boy in his arms.

"He almost got hit by the car too. Seriously, I thought he was going to die." Seokjin stressed and clenched his heart, adrenaline still rushing through him. Namjoon saw the car coming, but he didn't realize it was towards his son.

"Wait, hyung your fingers!" Namjoon said once he realized. He grabbed his husband's left hand, the elder hissed in pain to see the finger dislocated, "This is not okay." The dimpled man said with thick concern.

"Ah, I didn't realize…" Seokjin said, now he notices the pain of it, "It… it must've struck the car or the ground." He said, wincing a bit at the pain.

"The car, look, it has a bit of the dirt from the tire," Namjoon showed the spots, "Go get it treated then. I'll wait here with Yoongi."  The elder nods.

Namjoon sighs as he sits down, still bouncing his son on his lap. His finger also got dislocated, it's now wrapped up. He hasn't taken an x-ray yet, though. He chose to wait for the results of the operation first. A supposed-to-be calm day has turned one-eighty-degrees so fast

When Seokjin got back, middle and ring finger wrapped with a splint, the operation hadn't finished yet. Seokjin joined the two, Yoongi immediately noticed his parents' matching fingers. The eldest of the three just noticed Namjoon's finger. Of course, he asked about it worriedly. His husband reassures him that he's fine though.

Fifteen minutes later, the operation was finished. Yoongi was the one who noticed the light signaling an ongoing operation was off. Namjoon and Seokjin straightened up, getting ready for anything that might happen.

The doctors and nurses didn't need to explain further, just seeing their gloomy expressions and hanging heads, they know. The people that helped earlier were also there, they stood in silence, mourning the loss of someone they didn't even know.

"Doc! The child is breathing!" One of the nurses shouted from inside. The doctor's expression changed, looking surprised and everyone exhaled gladly.

The medical team rushed back inside and not long after a child on a bed was being pushed out of the room. Seokjin's eyes can't help but follow until he nudged his husband as a sign that he'll follow the bunny hybrid to their ward. Namjoon also stood up with Yoongi in his arms. Their son was on the verge of falling asleep, he didn't even mind when his father moved.

The bed settled in a ward two floors above. Seokjin and Namjoon meekly entered the room, making sure not to disturb the nurses that were setting up the room. When the nurses got out, the couple approached the bed. Seokjin's heart breaks knowing the boy lost everything at such a young age.

"Good afternoon." A doctor entered and greeted them. The couple bowed at her which she returned, "Were you the ones who were there when the crash happened?" She asks as she examines the hybrid.

"Uh… yes. We were there. It was so sudden. Our son almost got hit by the car." Seokjin answers.

"Is he okay?" The doctor turned to them, face full of worry but Seokjin assures with a nod that he's fine, "That's so fortunate then." The couple agrees.

"Will it be okay if you'll be asked for details of the crash later by the police?" The nurse that came with the doctor chirps in. They were fine with that so they nodded.

"Two years old, he's turning three in a few months." The doctor tells them. She looks sad. Seokjin can't stop himself from asking what's going to happen to them next.

"Foster care, but an orphanage is more possible." The nurse answers, a hitch to everyone's breathing and Seokjin knows he's trying his hardest not to cry. The kid might not be related to them in any way, but seeing him there like that, helpless and asleep, not knowing that he'll be on his own when he wakes up. Not knowing that he'll no longer see the two people who he loves the most, breaks something within him.

Namjoon told him how the boy's mother protected him. She hugged him close, so so close as if her child's life is the most important thing to her. It probably is. Will he ever learn how much his mother tried to protect him? How loved he was?

He should be able to remember, he's already two years old. This makes it even more painful because he'll search for them, he'll wonder where they are and Seokjin's not quite sure that a two-year-old would fully understand death and car accidents. At first of course they'll be able to distract him, not make him think about his parents. But then he'll eventually ask about them, he'll throw a tantrum because his request was not granted.

He wonders where he'll end up. If the family that takes him in will be nice to him. He's no stranger to this. He's dealt with it. He knows why the biggest possibility of the bunny hybrid entering the orphanage is because of the overfilled foster homes.

He looks back at the bunny hybrid. The toddler's features were soft and so rabbit-like. He could imagine a beaming smile and giggles from that tiny mouth. Oh , the little one just scrunched his nose. It stings Seokjin's heart. It hurts, how could such a precious boy go through such a thing?

He's going to say it, he has to. He can't bear not to. It'll be one of the worst mistakes he'll ever make if he doesn't. He'll never forgive himself. It's a rash decision and Namjoon would probably disagree but–

"We're going to adopt him," The dimpled man tells everyone in the room, hands already reaching for the child to gently hold his little hand which immediately curled around Namjoon's finger. His hand is so small that it could only curl onto one of the man's fingers, "We are going to adopt him." He repeats, turning to Seokjin as if he'll throw hands at the elder if he doesn't agree. 

All of the attention was on Namjoon. He didn't flatter. He's serious. As he looks back and forth between the doctor and his husband.

Luckily for Namjoon, he doesn't need to throw hands as Seokjin's heart was already taken by the child too. His lips curved into a relieved smile as he hooked his hand to the younger's arm who was holding their sleeping son up.

"We're going to adopt him."

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"Appa…" Yoongi groans when he wakes up. The boy stretches his limbs as he feels a hand brushing his hair.

"Hi, Yoon. Had a nice sleep?" The boy nods lazily as he places his head back on his Appa's thigh.

"Where?" The cat hybrid asks and the elder hummed.

"Hospital, sweetie. You can sleep some more if you want to." Yoongi shakes his head.

"Mmn not sleepy. Papa?"

"I told him to get his fingers fixed. He'll be back soon, that is… if he doesn't get lost or doesn't know how to get his fingers fixed…" He could feel his faith in Namjoon getting around the hospital slowly slipping away with the sigh. But hey, he's Namjoon, he'll find a way.

Yoongi was still a bit disoriented from sleep, Seokjin finds it cute. He kept stroking his son's hair, he loves the feeling of the extra soft cat ears poking out of his head. Yoongi purrs, loudly. The sound is so calming for both of them. Even though Seokjin's still stuck with his bloodied clothes (yes he knows that it's only the sleeves but still, it's blood and it's gross) it's fine. The room feels very calm.

Namjoon returns not long after with his and Seokjin's x-ray results in hand, right hand in a splint. It was a full-hand splint unlike Seokjin's. Namjoon's injury was a bit worse than Seokjin's.

Funny how Namjoon didn't seem in pain and the man himself also admitted that it didn't hurt much when he arrived at the hospital. It did hurt like hell when the injury was made, but he couldn't even remember clearly when it was. He thinks it was when he tried to get the bunny hybrid's mother's seatbelt off or when he tried to pull the woman out. Maybe his mind was already too occupied with helping the family.

Then they decided to tell Yoongi about him getting a new brother. They have to admit that they kinda forgot about him when they decided to adopt as Yoongi was already soundly asleep at that time.

"Yoon we have to tell you something," Seokjin tried not to make the pause too dramatic to avoid Yoongi overthinking, "You're going to be a big brother." Yoongi paused, still processing what he was told.

"Big brother? Why?" He asks while tilting his head, cute.

"You remember the bunny hybrid Papa saved?" Yoongi nods, a bit disliking the terrifying memory albeit he thinks his Papa is so cool saving people like a superhero. Seokjin hissed a bit while gathering his breath, "His parents are… his parents can't take care of him anymore so he's alone. Appa and Papa want to adopt him so… he won't be alone."

"What happens if Appa and Papa don't?" It sounded like a genuine question and not some kind of sign of disagreeing.

"He'll go to… an orphanage or a foster home…" It felt bitter on Seokjin's tongue. He can't – or better off, doesn't want to imagine the bunny hybrid, Jungkook, as they learned his name growing up in an orphanage. He wasn't kidding when he said that the boy stole his heart, he really did therefore he doesn't want Jungkook to be in an orphanage or some foster home.

Yoongi seems to understand. He's… sympathizing? Looks like so. He's the one who's been on the bad side of the system, so he knows.

"Where is he?" The kid asks and the couple is glad that Yoongi has no problems with it. If he does then… they don't know what to do. On one hand, they feel bad and unwilling to suddenly turn down the adoption but on the other hand, they also care about their son.

"Come," Seokjin extends an arm which Yoongi took.

They walked to the bed, Yoongi was too short and Jungkook was too small for the older child to be able to see him so Seokjin lifted him, careful not to make a ruckus. Yoongi looks fascinated by the bunny hybrid, his eyes wide with interest.

"His name is Jungkook." Seokjin introduced with a smile seeing his son so… curious about the bunny.

"He's so small." Yoongi whispers fear that he'll wake the toddler. Seokjin giggled at that and he felt his husband also standing next to him.

"He's still a baby, of course, he's small. He'll grow and get big though. He won't be like this forever." The eldest in the room explains with a smile.

"Like me? I grew three centimeters!" Yoongi whisper-shouted, looking proud of himself as his parents giggled. He did grow even though he's still a bit short for his age but that's okay, he could catch up. He also gained a few kilos which is very important by how underweight he was.

"Appa, Papa, look! He's waking up!" Excitement was laced onto his voice, he was standing on a stool now and Seokjin was trying his best to remind his son not to jump on it.

Jungkook yawned and slowly opened his eyes. The boy looked confused but he smiled. He looks so fucking cute! He babbled afterward, reaching out to nothing. His hand opening and closing.

"I think he wants to hold hands," Seokjin whispered to his son who took a brief moment to look at him with bewildered eyes, "Why don't you give him your hand?"

"W- will… will he take it?" The boy said as he pulled his hands close to his chest protectively. Seokjin and Namjoon could only look at each other while laughing fondly.

"Of course not, Yoon. He only wants to hold your hand." Namjoon assures. He made an encouraging gesture for Yoongi to do it.

He looked unsure at first. Scared that his hand would be taken away but he slowly extended his hand. Boy was it so cute seeing him look so amazed when Jungkook wrapped his hand around Yoongi's hand. Again, Seokjin was trying his best to stop the cat hybrid from jumping on the stool. Then, a giggle erupted from the hybrid. He seems pleased to hold his soon-to-be big brother's hand.

"He likes you." Namjoon whispered to Yoongi's ear and the hybrid looked at the two unbelievingly. They nodded encouragingly though so Yoongi looks back to the bed where Jungkook is smiling.

"Hi, Jungkook. I'm… I'm Yoongi, your big brother," He says shyly and Seokjin wishes he recorded it. Jungkook blabbered in response, "Is he trying to say my name?" The older boy asks curiously.

"Maybe? I don't know." Seokjin truly doesn't. 

Seokjin can't express how badly he wants to hold the boy. He wants to carry him but he's not sure if that's okay. He doesn't want to risk injuring the boy even more so he fought against all his wants. He watches as Yoongi plays with Jungkook's hand, occasionally reminding him to be gentle.

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"Joon, are you sure Yoongi is okay with it?" Seokjin asks worriedly, they just finished tucking the hybrid to bed. Yoongi couldn't even last a few minutes of being awake when they got home. It's been a long day after all.

"I think it'll be okay. He seems fine with it too, right?" Namjoon sighed in relief when he finally got out of his dirty clothes. He's been trying his best to ignore the blood on it the whole day.

"Well… yes. But what if it changes?"

"Well… I don't know," Namjoon sighs, "But of course he'll maybe have a bit of obligations at first. Either when Kookie starts to live here or when we start to be around Kookie more often."

"Jealous?" His husband nods, "Well… yes… Even I was jealous when Taeseok Hyung was adopted…" He admits shyly, earning some laughs.

"See? It's normal. I think it'll be fine, don't stress about it too much." He lightly pressed a kiss on his husband's forehead before walking to the bathroom together. They fully stripped out of their clothes and went into the filled bathtub, sighing in relaxation when the warm water hit their skin. It's been a long day and they needed this. The smell of lavender filled their bathroom.

"Mmn, I'm just… nervous, you know? We'll be raising a three-year-old who is younger than when Yoongi first came. There'll be mess and lots of clean up to do. Doesn't help that Yoongi has always been so independent and clean for his age," He sighs sadly, "Sometimes seeing him be so mature is so heartbreaking, you know? He had to mature faster because of his previous living conditions." Namjoon nods in agreement as he wraps his arms around the elder.

It's true, sometimes seeing Yoongi get something from the high shelf by himself or unfolding the sofa by himself is a bit sad. It makes them feel like Yoongi can't ask them for any help. Not that they don't support him being independent, just that… it's a bit too early for him to be that independent.

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"Kookie!" Yoongi shouts as he enters the room, startling the nurse that was taking care of the toddler.

"Shh, Yoonie, not too loud." The boy muttered an apology before skipping towards the bed.

"Hi, Kookie! I missed you! How are you feeling?" He asks excitedly. Jungkook didn't answer the question though, he just giggled and extended his hand to touch the cat hybrid.

"Kids," He shakes his head fondly, "Sorry about that." He apologizes to the nurse as he places his bag and Yoongi's backpack down onto the sofa in the room.

"It's okay. It's nice seeing the two future brothers bond together." She said with a smile.

"Yeah. I was worried Yoongi wouldn't like him."

"The doctor will come for his evening checkup soon, just a notice." She got up and they exchanged bows before she left.

"Appa, can Kookie talk?" Yoongi asks curiously. Seokjin took a while to think about that.

"He should be able to. But maybe he doesn't." Yoongi just nodded, before making the toddler giggle again and it's such a waste if Seokjin doesn't take a photo. So he took out his phone and snapped a photo. Maybe also recorded a short video too.

Adopting Jungkook was easier now that they've been through it. As how the system works, the agency looked for the bunny hybrid's relatives. It turns out he only has a pair of grandparents that are not fit to raise him. So that's also why they get to adopt him.

The kid didn't have many injuries so he was discharged quicker, therefore, the adoption process also started sooner. Lucky they were, they had Hyunae and the previous home study writer who helped make things a lot faster and easier too. So, in three weeks, Jungkook was theirs. To be honest, Yoongi's process was longer because of the "marriage" thingy. There was no legal proof of them being a "married" couple but now they have so it's a lot quicker.

They found out that the cause of the accident was most likely caused by the driver, Jungkook's father, taking the wrong medication. They found two bottles filled with pills, one filled with pills for his eyesight and one with sleeping pills. As written in the autopsy results, Jungkook's father took the sleeping pills. They labeled it as accidentally consuming them. The bottle was similar, maybe he was in a hassle and took the wrong one by accident. You could guess what happens after. Seokjin took this as a lesson to be more cautious.

There were also some theories of this being an arranged murder. But they were dismissed due to lack of evidence.

The bunny hybrid wasn't with them during the whole court unlike when Yoongi was adopted. The toddler was asleep the whole time so he didn't get fussy. Luckily one of Namjoon's friends offered to help look after Yoongi during the court. True they could hire a babysitter, but the last time they did it… it didn't end up good. They noted that Yoongi isn't good with strangers. Yoongi met the guy a couple of times and showed no signs of dislike so they think that it's okay.

"Well this feels familiar." Hyunae giggled as the couple approached her.

"It does," Seokjin beams Thank you for helping us again." He grins and Hyunae playfully rolled her eyes.

"Oh please, don't mention it," She said as she hands over the sleeping toddler to his new father, "Congratulations though." She smiles warmly.

"Papa!" Yoongi shouts as he runs through the corridor, ignoring his parents and uncle's sushings and warnings. Namjoon crouched down to let the boy run into his arms.

"Hey kiddo, miss me?" He nods, "How was your time with uncle Jackson?"

"Uncle Jackson is funny." He said shyly and the said man approached them.

"I don't know what you're feeding him but why the heck is he so… I don't know, smart? Quiet? Quiet but deadly? He's not like other kids." Jackson said once he's at an earshot with the couple. They just laugh at the comment as Yoongi requests to be picked up by his Papa.

"We've been feeding him food," Jackson looked like he wanted to comment on that but chose not to. Probably because there's a curse word in the upcoming comment, "Thanks for looking after him and bringing him here tho." Namjoon makes sure to say. It would be such a challenge without him.

"No probs. Now where's the little bunny?" He says and his eyes immediately fall onto the sleeping Jungkook in Seokjin's arms. Namjoon could've sworn that he cringed so badly when unidentified noises came out of his friend while Jackson stomped his feet to the ground, "How could you get so many cute kids?!" He squeals and was trying his best to hold back his giddiness.

"Because their father is handsome and cute too so it's natural that I'm a magnet for cute and pretty things." Seokjin says confidently, making everyone break into laughter.

"Kookie will stay with us now?" Yoongi asks, mindlessly fiddling with his brother's long-droopy rabbit ear who was sitting in the car seat next to him.

"Uh-huh. He's a part of our family now. He's officially your brother," Namjoon smiles as he looks at the two. Jungkook was looking at him with wide eyes, thumb in his mouth, drooling a bit, "Jungkook-ah, how do you feel about being with us?" He didn't respond. He kept staring at the man, head tilted slightly, "O–kay I think he doesn't understand, I think," Namjoon sat back with a sigh just then to hear Jungkook blabbering something, "Okay he does understand."

"So… should I consider taking him to a therapist? Speech therapy?" Seokjin asks. The doctor did tell them that Jungkook might have some problems with his motor skills, most likely his speech motor.

"I don't know. Maybe it's for the best…?" Seokjin shrugs, "I think it's better to wait for maybe a week before going. So we could like… observe him first." Seokjin nods, they didn't really get to spend much time with Jungkook before the adoption process and the change of environment could also affect him.

"Pick what you want, you two," Seokjin announced once they arrived at the toy aisle. Yoongi never asked them for toys, never. They think it has something to do with his childhood too. Maybe he's never allowed to ask for one or worse, never has one. He does have some at home now and he's very happy with them. But… Seokjin just wants to show that it's okay for him to ask for something more. They also came here with the purpose of buying toys for Jungkook. They don't know what the toddler would like so they decided to buy them when he's around so he could choose.

"Choose what you want, Yoongs," Namjoon encourages when his son still hesitates, "And you, Kook-ah," He turns to the toddler in the trolley, "You can choose what you want too." Jungkook giggles as his tummy was being poked.

They walked along the shelves. Yoongi eyed a lot of things, but he didn't ask for them. The cat hybrid kept his hands on himself. Sometimes his eyes would glimmer with interest when he saw something. But at the end of the walk, he didn't choose anything. Jungkook on the other hand chose some dinosaur figurines and some paw patrol toys. Seokjin guesses that he knows the show therefore he recognizes it.

"Yoon, remember that you can choose anything. Are you sure you don't want to get anything?" The hybrid bit his lip, "How about that lego set? You look like you like it. Papa and Appa could help you make it," Namjoon noticed that the kid's eyes shone the brightest when he saw the lego set. Yoongi nods, hesitantly. At least that's a step forward, "Okay then, come, let's go get it." His Papa invites by extending his hand. The two then walked a few shelves back.

Seokjin watches them. If you're asking if he's going to one-hundred percent spoil Yoongi or Jungkook, no, he's not going to. He won't buy things like every toy they want without them earning it. No, he won't be like that. He wants his sons to earn things and not always take shortcuts. But there will be some special occasions where he'll spoil them. For example, this.

"Careful, put it in the cart right here." He cleared out space so Yoongi could place down the box of legos. Namjoon followed close behind him, carrying a set of building blocks. He made sure that the texture of the blocks isn't too hard just for safety reasons.

"Can you keep the legos inside your room later, Yoongs?" The hybrid looks up to his Appa, "It's just that the pieces are small and Kookie might eat it. Plus the chances of the pieces getting lost are slimmer if they're only in your room. Is that okay?" Yoongi nods with a smile as Namjoon puts the building blocks into the cart.

They didn't spend that much time there since they don't need to buy a lot of things anyway. Just some sippy cups and maybe a pair of shoes for Jungkook too. They immediately went to the cashier once they felt like Yoongi was about to get a meltdown from being exposed to people too much.

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"Koo, welcome to your new home!" Seokjin announced when the door opened. The toddler looked at the place with wide eyes, still nibbling on his thumb which Seokjin keeps removing yet it always comes back.

"Is Kookie going to sleep next to my room?" Yoongi asks as he helps his Papa bring some of the things they bought inside. He insisted that he wants to help.

"Uh-huh. Don't worry, maybe you can sleep in the same room with him too if you want. He'll be sleeping in his crib so you can take the bed," Seokjin tells though he doubts that will happen often. If there's one object that Yoongi loves the most in the house, it's his bed, "You guys go start unboxing first. I'll change Kookie's diapers first." And with that the eldest walks into Jungkook's new room.

"Papa," Yoongi calls, and Namjoon hums and he took off the labels from the items, "Will Kookie's parents take him away?" Yoongi asks and it made Namjoon look up. He was guessing that Yoongi got the reference from his biological parents, who still fought for Yoongi when he and Seokjin wanted to adopt the cat hybrid.

Namjoon hissed, inhaling as much air as he could before bringing up the topic about death.

"No, they won't. They can't actually."

"Why?" Yoongi asks curiously.

"They died." He says bitterly.

"But Papa saved them."

"Papa tried to. But they didn't make it in the end." Yoongi's face merged with compassion.

"Were they bad people? Were they mean to Kookie?" Namjoon shakes his head with a sad smile remembering his first and last encounter with Jungkook's mother.

"They were good people. They love Jungkook. His mother even protected him till the end."

"Not like… my o- old Appa?" Namjoon shakes his head, "That's sad… Is Kookie sad?" Now he has more of a worried expression.

"Mm, I don't think so. I think he doesn't remember his parents yet. But I'm sure once he does he'll be sad and he'll miss him badly. Will you be there to help him go through it?" Yoongi nods eagerly.

"I will protect Kookie from the sadness! I'm his big brother so I'm stronger and braver than him!" Namjoon giggles, oh how much he loves his kids.

"Incoming!" Seokjin suddenly appears with a giggling Jungkook in his hands. He placed the toddler on his feet, because of the accident his walking was also conflicted. He often loses his balance or leg power when he walks. The doctor said it could easily be treated by him learning how to walk again, so Seokjin and Namjoon made an oath to do so.

Seokjin held the hybrid's arms as the boy took wobbly steps, it feels… magical to do this. He's teaching his kid how to walk! He never thought he'd be able to feel this sensation.

"Ngigi." Jungkook babbles causing everyone in the room to gasp. The boy made grabby hands towards his brother.

"M- me?! Appa, is he trying to say my name?!" Yoongi was bewildered, eyes were blown wide and cat ears perked up.

"Yes! Looks like someone really loves our Yoonie doesn't he? Here comes Kookie!" Seokjin giggles, he could feel tears of happiness brimming his eyes but for the sake of the kids, he'll hold them back.

Jungkook walked over to his brother with the help of Seokjin. He then sat next to Yoongi, the older hybrid looks like he's in a crisis of not knowing what to do. Namjoon and Seokjin could only grin at the way Yoongi's ears dropped unsurely and his tail curled around himself as Jungkook crawled closer. The two hybrids made eye contact (which Yoongi avoids) for a good minute before the younger one extended his hand.

"Ngigi!" He smiles as his hand was kept in the air. The cat hybrid looks over to his parents for help.

"He wants to hold your hand." Namjoon whispered and Yoongi looked back at his dongsaeng. He slowly extends his hand, which Jungkook's smaller one grabbed before giggling. Yoongi relaxed, breaking into a smile himself.

"I love this." Seokjin whispers with tears after he stopped recording the moment.

"Me too, babe. Me too." Namjoon sneaks a kiss on his husband's cheek.

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Seokjin heard the door creak open along with the lights from outside of his and Namjoon's room filtering in. A silhouette entered his vision line and he lifted his head.

"What's wrong, Yoon?" He asks, he knows it's Yoongi by the cat ears and tail.

"Kookie's crying," He slurs, and Seokjin sighs, "He's so noisy." The hybrid said and his Appa mustered up a smile.

"Go sleep here then. I'll be back once Kookie stops crying, kay? Sleep with Papa first." The boy nods tiredly before getting up from the bed and settles between Seokjin and Namjoon. The eldest in the room gave him a ruffle before getting up and out of the room.

It's been two and a half weeks since Jungkook stayed. A two and a half weeks yet he's still trying to get used to the toddler crying at night. He often suddenly missed his parents at night. One night Seokjin stayed up late to work on something and decided to check on the kids before bed. He saw Jungkook, searching for something next to him and muttering what sounds like 'Eomma' before waking up and crying.

It's hard calming him down after that as nothing can replace his mother. Her scent, her voice, her touch. He knows Jungkook could feel the difference because – it's just not the same as Seokjin's. He tries his best though. 

"Kookie-ah." He said in a soft voice as he opened the door before approaching the crib. He should consider letting Jungkook sleep on the bed, but his mother insisted that the crib is better.

He lifted the hybrid into his arms, hugging him tightly while rocking them both. The toddler turned towards him, burying his face in the elder's chest. Seokjin smiled a little as he shushed gently.

"It's okay, Koo. Appa is here." He says tenderly, the crying didn't stop though.

"Mma. Ppa." The boy said between his sobs and Seokjin could only sigh. It always hurts to see Jungkook searching for his parents.

"Appa is here, Koo." He tries again. He knows he's not the Appa Jungkook wants but he's trying.

He knows Jungkook needs comfort, physical affection works the lost in comforting him so Seokjin hugs him tighter, sitting on the bed as he softly sings a lullaby.

It works, albeit slowly. Soon the sobs die down to little sniffs. Jungkook didn't even open his eyes as his breathing steadied, a sign that he's close to falling asleep. He sucks on his thumb, a habit that Seokjin wants him to stop but he'll let it pass this time… he always does when the toddler just finished crying.

Seokjin stood up, limbs cracking with every move as he placed the hybrid into his crib. But the boy didn't want to. He instead clings onto his Appa, whining and threatening another wave of tears. Seokjin sighs, he has to wake up early tomorrow to make breakfast and take Yoongi to school. Then he has a meeting with some investors that are interested in the restaurant.

His life suddenly became busier in just… less than a month. He used to feel that his days were pretty boring, waking up then lazing around for a while before going to the restaurant. Then come back one or two hours before Namjoon even got home. Sometimes Namjoon doesn't go home, and those nights he'll be alone in the big empty apartment.

Now, no matter if Namjoon's home or not, he'll always have company.

"Let's sleep with the others then." Seokjin breathed out as he repositioned the hybrid in his arms. He walks out of the room, turning off the lights before closing the door. The toddler still whined and sniffed every now and then, but Seokjin always shushed him gently.

When he entered his room, the view of his husband and Yoongi cuddling immediately appeared. He smiles to himself, looks like the bed will be full tonight.

"Mm did Jungkook cry?" Namjoon asks sleepily, Seokjin was a bit surprised that he's awake but just hums as an affirmation.

"He doesn't want to sleep in his crib so I bought him here. Yoongi was woken up by Kookie crying so I told him to sleep here so he won't be disturbed." Namjoon hums and opens his arm that was hugging Yoongi, an invitation for Seokjin to cuddle with them he gladly takes it.

But Namjoon's arm could only fit so much though. Seokjin just smiled and placed his hand on top of his husband who smiled back at him lazily. The kids were fast asleep and subconsciously faced one of their parents. Yoongi to Namjoon and Jungkook to Seokjin. They don't mind. At least they're together.

"Go sleep." Seokjin tells the younger one who nods.

"You too." They smiled at each other.

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"Appa!" Yoongi calls from somewhere in the apartment, probably his room.

"Yeah?" Seokjin answers back. He's cooking breakfast for him, Namjoon, and Yoongi. He's glad that Namjoon was feeding Jungkook or he would have his hands full.

"I can't find my math book!" Yoongi whines and Seokjin sighs.

"Go, I'll watch the stove." Namjoon smiles and the elder silently thanks him before fast walking to his son's room.

Turns out the thing Yoongi is searching for is in Namjoon's bag. How? No one knows. But they guessed it's because Namjoon thought it was one of his books. Seokjin lectured his husband about being more careful as he saved breakfast from burning. He swears that there are three kids in the house and not two.

"Ah shoot! Come on Yoon, it's almost nine." Seokjin got up and placed the empty plates on the sink. Namjoon left about ten minutes ago because he had a meeting.

"Appa, can I go to Papa's studio after school?" Yoongi asks as he gets down from the stool. He has taken a liking to the said man's studio.

"I don't know, Yoon. You can if Papa's fine with it, kay? Now go grab your bag and let's go." He said as he abandoned the sink, choosing to wash the plates later because they have around fifteen minutes left till nine.

"No! Kookie!" Yoongi shouts as Seokjin closes the door, "Appa! Kookie keeps biting my bag!" Yoongi whines.

"Stop, Koo," Their Appa turns around to remove the strap of the bag the bunny hybrid is chewing on, "Yoon put your back away from Kookie if you don't want him to bite it. Put it down here." He points on the floor of the car. Yoongi was a bit reluctant at first but eventually placed his bags down.

Seokjin sighed again before driving. Yoongi's going to be a little late today. He blames it on himself though because he was too busy taking care of Jungkook and ignored Yoongi.

"Have a great day, Yoon," He kissed the top of the boy's head. Yoongi's grown to love little gestures like these. Then they heard the bunny hybrid babbling something and they both giggle at how cute it was, "Jungkook also says goodbye. Pat him on the head, will ya?" Seokjin says with a smile as he watches his sons interacting. Yoongi shyly patted his brother's head, receiving giggles in return which made everyone giggle at how cute it was.

"Bye Appa, bye Kookie," The cat hybrid said as he exits the car, "Appa, don't forget to ask Papa if I can go to Papa's studio or not." He said with puppy eyes at his father, and how could Seokjin say no? Namjoon should be fine with it anyway.

"Sure, Yoon," He said fondly and ruffled the boy's head, "Now go! You're already late! Look at the others already lining up." And with that, Yoongi runs away. It worries him how he's running, but it's useless to shout because Yoongi can't even acknowledge him.

"Ppa. Ppa." Jungkook said from the back causing Seokjin to turn around. Because Jungkook would only say 'Ppa', he doesn't really know who he's referring to. Namjoon, him, or his biological father. He hopes it's him though because there's only him.

"Yes, Koo? What's the matter?" He said, cooing at how the bunny hybrid's eyes are blown wide.

"Ngi. Ngi ngi ung." He babbles again causing Seokjin to smile.

"Yoongi hyung needs to go to school for now. He'll come back later. Guess you're stuck with me now, right Koo?" He caresses the boy's bunny ears, causing him to giggle. It'll be bad if Jungkook threw a tantrum for not being able to see his brother.

You could say the two have grown close. It was a bit of a surprise for everyone including himself because based on what he knows, Yoongi isn't easily attached to someone (Excluding their weird encounter). But Yoongi just seems to sympathize with the bunny hybrid, he guesses. The moment when Yoongi knew Jungkook would be alone, that Jungkook's parents would no longer be there for him, he understood. They're glad for it. It'll be hard if they don't get along.

"What do you want to do at home, Koo?" The elder asks as he drives. He's a bit paranoid with driving now, more careful. He thinks it's because of Jungkook's case. It would be his biggest nightmare to crash the car and leave Namjoon alone with the kids. Not that he doesn't trust Namjoon, he could do it, but he just doesn't want to die.

"Ppa." The bunny hybrid simply says causing his Appa to smile fondly and apologetically.

"Sorry, Koo. But Appa has a meeting after this. Go play by yourself first, kay? We'll play later."

"Papa?"

"Papa is at work, remember?" Jungkook pouts as he fiddles with his hands. He nods though as a sign he understands.

"Tay…" If Seokjin wasn't driving right now, he would've littered the boy with kisses because he's just too fucking cute!

"Go play with your toys. Appa will be here, okay?" Seokjin puts the boy down before settling in front of the coffee table. It won't be a good idea to leave Jungkook alone now, would it?

The toddler crawled to the shelf where the bottom part is filled with laundry hampers of his toys. Yes, they could've used a basket but Seokjin being the overprotective person he is, is scared the thing would injure one of his kids or husband in some way. So the laundry hampers it is. Plus it could be folded so it's easy storage.

Jungkook dragged the thing till he's next to Seokjin. He requested for the TV to be turned on by pulling his Appa's clothes to get his attention and pointing at the TV. Seokjin gladly did so. He'll wear earphones anyway so the noises wouldn't be a problem.

"Are you thirsty, Koo? Want to get a drink?" Jungkook nods eagerly with a smile.

"Mwik!" He says happily while throwing his hands up and Seokjin ruffled his head before getting up to fulfill his son's request. He made sure to do it quickly so the boy won't be left alone for too long.

"Okay, this is water and this is milk. Appa will be busy now." He placed the sippy cups on the table and the hybrid immediately grabbed the one filled with milk and Seokjin chuckles at that. He loves his kids.

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"Hi," Seokjin said once the line was connected.

"Hi hyung what's up?"

"Yoongi wants to come over, is that okay?"

A pause, "Oh you mean he wants to come here?"

"Mn. He's been asking that since this morning."

"Sure, it's okay I guess. I've finished the meetings for the day and was going to finish up on some songs and maybe make new beats. Yeah, it's okay. Yoongi could give me ideas anyways." 

"Okay then, I'll head there after getting him from school, kay? See you."

"See you. Love you! And Kookie too!" Seokjin scoffs fondly at that.

"Aish this guy. Koo, say I love you back to Papa."

"Wou Papa!" Kookie giggles happily from his car seat.

"Oh my god, I swear I'll die from his cuteness one day!"

"Honestly, same. Well, see you later, and love you too!"

The call ends with giggles. He agrees with Namjoon one thousand percent. Either he'll die from their kid's cuteness, or he'll die from sadness when the boys eventually grow up and leave them. Oh god just thinking about it makes him tear up. But lucky for him and Namjoon, that won't happen till ten years later! Precisely ten years for Yoongi and fourteen years for Jungkook…

"Think of the present!" Seokjin reminds himself with a slap that has Kookie staring confused at him, "No, Appa is okay." He assures as if he knows what his son was thinking.

When they entered the school parking lot, Yoongi was already in sight, waiting in the corridors, standing there alone. Seokjin is a tad worried about it. Usually, Yoongi would be playing in the playground. Okay, maybe not always playing. But he would still stay there and watch the other kids play.

"Hi, Yoon," Seokjin greets as his son gets in the car. He didn't even need to get out for Yoongi to notice the car and go to it once it's parked, "Why were you waiting there alone? Where are your friends?"

"Kihyun and Dowon left early. Kihyun at lunch and Dowon before the last class."

"Their parents picked them up?" Yoongi nods as he closes the door, "It feels lonely without them." Seokjin could hear the pout with the tone and he internally coos.

"How about the others?"

"It feels different with them." Seokjin hums, he's glad Yoongi felt like that to some people.

Seokjin made sure his kids were safe and sound in the back before driving away. He thinks if his kid is best friends with this Kihyun and Down wouldn't that mean he needs to know their parents too? He hasn't even seen one of their faces before. He only knows one of them was a goat hybrid. Was it Dowon of Kihyun?

"Appa," Yoongi calls, making Seokjin him as a sign that he's listening, "What did Papa say? Can I go?" The boy says expectantly hoping for a good answer. Seokjin chuckles at that.

"Sure, Yoon. Papa is fine with that and we're going there now." He said and the boy punched his fist in the air, cheering.

"Will Appa be there too?" Somehow the tune suggests that he doesn't want his Appa or brother there. Maybe he wants some alone time with Namjoon? Seokjin's fine with that.

"Mn no. Appa has some things to do at home. I'll be there if you want me to though." Yoongi hums. Ah, so he was right. The boy wanted some alone time with his Papa.

It Makes sense though, Namjoon has been busy these few days. He's been coming home really late and leaving pretty early. Usually, he would leave after waking Yoongi up. Unlike today when he left a bit late and Yoongi must've been happy. It makes sense that he wanted some quality time with his Papa.

Once they arrive at the parking lot, Seokjin calls Namjoon to come to pick Yoongi up because it's a hassle if he's the one who does it. He'd have to take Jungkook and get up the elevator carrying Jungkook in one arm and holding Yoongi's hand in the other. Then he'd go back down and put Jungkook back in the car seat that is still confusing to put on (the straps ).

"Papa!" Yoongi cheers once his Papa comes into his vision line. Jungkook also babbled upon seeing the man. Namjoon can't help but walk in a funny way to make his kids laugh even more.

"Hey, kiddos! Miss me?" He immediately hugged Yoongi who ran up to him.

"M'is Papa!" Jungkook clapped his hands, waiting for his turn to be hugged.

"I miss you too, Kookie!" Namjoon giggles and leaned inside the car to smother the bunny in kisses, "And I miss you too, handsome." Namjoon leans back and pecks a kiss on his husband's cheek earning a "What the heck?! Joon-ah!" and a flustered Seokjin. Namjoon couldn't help but giggle and smile despite being smacked hard on his back.

"Ppa ed!" Jungkook giggles.

"Appa's red?" He nods. Namjoon looks at his husband and yeah, he can confirm that he's right, "Yup, he is. Cute, right?" Jungkook just giggled as Seokjin slapped his Papa and whined.

Seokjin kept whining, sulking quietly as Namjoon talked to Jungkook. Jungkook is learning a lot despite his age. It's all thanks to Yoongi and maybe his animal genes. As it turns out, Jungkook has some dominant animal genes that affect his growth which means that he grows quicker than average people. Unlike Yoongi who's animal genes only affect his senses and appearance.

"You're going to stay?" The dimpled man asks as he pulls himself out of the car.

"No, I'm going to clean back home and cook," He leans closer to whisper, "And I think Yoongi would appreciate it more if I don't. He missed you a lot." He giggled when Namjoon placed a hand on his neck to prevent the goosebumps from taking over.

"Okay then. Sorry that I haven't been home a lot."

"Say that to your son. Looks like you're his favorite."

"And you're Jungkook's favorite," He grins, "But didn't we agree that there are no favorites?"

"Well guess that's possible to look over but there will still be favorites." Namjoon shakes his head fondly before pulling out and closing the door. Yoongi looked pleased that they'll finally get going. Must've been tiring to watch his parents being all giggly and lovey-dovey while he stands there awkwardly.

"See you tonight then. I'll try to come home at… maybe six or seven."

Seokjin hums, "Yoon, make sure to tell your dad when it's time to leave, kay? You wouldn't want to miss dinner or bedtime." Yoongi nods to his father's words.

"Bye Appa! Bye Kookie!" He waved as he and his Papa entered the building. Jungkook waved back.

"Surprise!!" Both Namjoon and Yoongi cheered once Seokjin and Jungkook entered the apartment. It's his birthday today.

"Ngi ung! Papa!" Jungkook giggles, making grabby hands towards Namjoon.

"Happy birthday, Kookie!" Yoongi holds onto his Papa's arm, meaning that he wants the man to crouch down so he could see his brother, "You're three years old today!" He cheers.

"Look who's growing up!" Seokjin coos as he takes off his shoes. It was his idea to throw this "surprise" party for Jungkook. He had taken the bunny hybrid on a little walk like the other two prepared everything.

The four walked to the living room, where there was a cake sitting on the table, the candles were waiting to be lit up.

"Wanna blow the candles?" Namjoon asks, Seokjin already holding a lighter.

"Wanles!" Jungkook giggles, looking very excited.

The eldest in the room lit the candles up. A glance towards Yoongi and he could tell that the cat hybrid was holding all of his urges to blow the candles. He's proud of him. Usually, kids would just straight up blow the candles.

They then sang the happy birthday song, Jungkook trying to follow the lyrics but it just ends up with incoherent babbles. Seokjin put a hand on Yoongi's back once the youngest was going to blow the candles. He felt some sort of like a twitch from his son's body when Jungkook puffed.

And, as to how toddlers are, they can't blow candles. Well, they can but there are always those flying spits.

"Ew Kookie! That's not how you blow candles!" Yoongi comments the moment his brother's spit starts flying.

"Let him learn. I'm sure you were also like that when it was your birthday." Namjoon teases. Because he was like that on his birthday. He even almost fell face-first on the cake. Yoongi just pouts and huffs out of embarrassment.

The room erupted in cheers once all of the candles were blown out. Kookie also looked happy, proud of himself. Yoongi, despite his protest earlier, was also clapping his hands with a slight smile.

They didn't even cut the cake before they dug in. They purposely didn't eat too much at dinner so they could finish the cake in one go. They bought a small cake anyway so it'll be enough for four people to eat at once.

"Do you like it, Koo?" The boy nods after a pause, too busy with eating to even pay attention to his Appa.

"When will Kookie go to school?" Yoongi suddenly asks.

"Well he'll go to preschool and that is…" Seokjin gasped, "He's going to preschool next year?!" He slams his hand on the table, startling everyone.

"I- Well- Uh- Yes." Namjoon says, trying to calm Jungkook who almost choked.

"Wait, why are my kids growing so fast?!" The eldest slumps on the table, barely missing the cake and his husband had to hold back a laugh, "Yoongi will be in second grade next year… Kook-ah will start preschool…" He sniffs and Namjoon is starting to worry about his husband really having a mental breakdown right now.

"Don't worry, Appa," Seokjin felt something circling his small waist and he turned around to see Yoongi hugging him, "Me and Kookie will still love Appa and Papa. We won't go anywhere." Seokjin's eyes would be flowing nonstop if he wasn't strong enough. His kid said something like that… What the fuck?!

He could hear Namjoon making an oof sound as Seokjin stared at his son through tears. Just– how could Yoongi say something like that?!

Okay, he doesn't mean it in a bad way but–

"Shit, Yoon." The curse word was whispered while the name was being spoken normally. He hugged his son, tightly, not caring if he'll have chocolate smeared on his clothes.

"Don't cry, Appa." Yoongi breathed out, his limbs were technically being crushed in the hug.

Don't cry your little bratty ass! Seokjin wants to shout but the sentence was inappropriate so he holds back, How the fuck am I supposed not to cry, brat?! Again, not appropriate so he holds back.

"Um, hyung gave him a break. He's suffocating, I think." Namjoon patted his shoulder and thank God he reminded him or else Yoongi would really choke.

"Damn you, brat." He whispers as he wiped his face. Glad Yoongi didn't hear it.

"Koo wop Appa!" Jungkook suddenly cheers.

"Y- you said it right! The Appa!" Shit, he was going to cry again.

"Appa! Appa!" The toddler repeats and Seokjin groans.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you little brat?!" He pounced to Namjoon's side to tickle the boy.

Giggles filled the room, Namjoon was struggling a bit to keep himself propped up while half of his husband's weight settled on him. He eventually falls and the three giggled even more. Yoongi watched from the sidelines, also giggling.

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"Kookie wop Appa!" The toddler said around his toothbrush.

"Okay, okay we get it, you can talk." Seokjin rolls his eyes playfully.

"Kookie wop Appa!" Jungkook giggles.

"Appa loves Kookie too," Seokjin ruffles his hair, "Hurry and finish brushing your teeth, kay? It's bedtime," He turns to Yoongi who was next to him, "You too, Yoon." The kid only grumbles in response.

After they're done, Seokjin tells Yoongi to wait in his room and that he'll come to tuck him in after he's done tucking Jungkook. Yoongi did as he was told without any complaints.

Much to his surprise, Namjoon was already in Jungkook's room, sitting by the bed choosing a bedtime story. Seokjin smiles, tonight Jungkook will start sleeping on his bed instead of the crib. They think reading him a bedtime story will help him fall asleep better.

"You go read him and I'll take care of Yoongi." Seokjin kissed both of their foreheads before slipping out of the door with a "Goodnight, Koo."

He travels to the next door, Yoongi's room. The cat hybrid was waiting patiently in his bed and Seokjin smiled.

"Hi, Yoon." He announces his presence, causing Yoongi to smile.

"Appa." The younger one says tiredly.

"Did you have fun making Kookie's surprise with Papa?" He nods with a tired smile.

Everything is going well. Everyone bonding well, sympathizing with one another. Yeah, everything is well.

Just that… What kind of household where there's no sibling fights and jealousy?

"Where did Kookie go??" The bunny hybrid giggles as if he's trying to hide himself inside his clothes, "There he is!" Seokjin pulls his shirt down the toddler's face earning loud giggles and clumsy clapping.

"Appa!" Yoongi shouts as the sound of feet paddling could be heard, "I don't understand this question. Help me?" He asks, standing on the door of Jungkook's room.

"I'll help you in a bit, Yoon. I'll come once I get your brother dressed, okay?" If only Seokjin saw how Yoongi hanged his head low as he muttered an 'okay' and walked back to the living room.

"Are you hungry, Koo?"

"Eung!" The hybrid lifts his hands while grinning brightly.

"Let's get you something to snack on as we wait for bedtime, kay?" Jungkook nods and reaches his hands up, requesting to be picked up as if his Appa wasn't planning to do so.

"Appa!" Yoongi whines from the coffee table.

"Wait a bit, okay?" Seokjin shouts back as he walks to the kitchen.

"Can it come off?" Seokjin asks once he saw his husband in front of the sink.

"Trying." Namjoon simply answers. He was so focused on scrubbing the pan that he didn't even look at the elder.

Seokjin doesn't mind. He minds his own business in making Jungkook a little snack, working quietly as Jungkook is put down on the counter. He made nothing fancy, just something light for the toddler.

Namjoon drops the pan in the sink, "Look, hyung, can't we just like buy anot-"

" No. You made the mess and you're going to try to clean it." The elder said sternly.

"But I've been trying for-"

"Not even an hour. Now keep scrubbing and if it doesn't come off till… the kids go to bed then yes you can give up. But try." Namjoon deflates and sighs an 'Okay' like how kids say good morning to their teachers in class.

Seokjin brought the toddler and the plate of snacks to the living room then settled next to Yoongi. The cat hybrid's eyes glimmered seeing his Appa finally giving him attention. But that hope disappeared when Seokjin got up and told him to wait again as he returned to his room. Yoongi growls – quietly growl.

He eyed his brother who was happily eating the snacks while watching TV. Jungkook was having fun and being carefree like that while he's stuck with homework that he doesn't even understand and Appa has been telling him to wait for like – four times?!

Don't, he reminds himself. But somehow, he finds his tail swatting whatever Jungkook was holding so it fell. His tail swats again on his brother's face quite hard and then cries erupts. Suddenly all he could see was red and he could hear Jungkook crying, but somehow his body didn't register why or tell him to stop and pay attention to his brother.

"Yoongi!" He heard his Appa and Papa shout and suddenly he realizes what he's been doing. His hands were grabbing on his brother's bunny ears and Jungkook was crying in pain because of that. But he doesn't feel like he needs to stop. No, he doesn't feel guilty at all.

"Kim Yoongi! I said stop!" He snaps out of it once his Appa's voice is in a shout full of… anger? Time out, now. " He commands.

"Bu-"

"Now."

"Ap-"

"Now!" He felt tears rush down his eyes. Appa was looking at him with sharp angry eyes and he couldn't help but quiver and do as he was told.

Jungkook's crying got louder when he was picked up by Namjoon. His parents swarm around him, asking if he was hurt anywhere. Yoongi knows he's not because he would be able to sense it if he really was.

When his parents returned, Jungkook was no longer with them. He heard that he was asleep judging by how quiet his parents were trying to be.

He could feel the anger radiating off them as they sat on the sofa. Yoongi was in a corner, purposely hiding behind a house plant. He was crying too but he doesn't feel like he's in the wrong. It's Jungkook's fault!

"It's been ten minutes, you can come here now." Seokjin suddenly said, voice still deep and stern making Yoongi jump. He's scared.

"Yoongi-ah come. Here. " His Appa said again after a minute of waiting. Yoongi gives in, tears still in his eyes as he sluggishly walks back.

"Sit." Seokjin commands and Yoongi does, sitting in front of them on the floor (his parents were also sitting on the floor) with his head down, too scared to look up.

"Do you know what you did?" He nods, quickly, wanting this to get over with, "And it is?"

"H- hu hurt Jungkook…" He says shakily, silent tears running down his face.

"That was wrong, right?" He nods again, "Why is it wrong?"

"B- because I- hurt someone…"

"Mmhmm, and why did you do it?" He clams up, ears planted on his head and tail around his waist, "Yoongi-ah why?" He knows he won't stop if he tells them, "Yoongi, we're waiting." That was the last straw.

"Fine! It's because I hate him! I don't like him! He's annoying and it's unfair! I don't want to be with him! I hate him!! He should've died too!" He shouts, not caring if his brother is sleeping somewhere in the flat.

"Yoongi you!" Seokjin's instinct was to flick the boy's head but Namjoon stopped him, thank God.

"Talk." The younger simply reminds and Seokjin sighs. Yoongi was crying in front of them. Shouting frantically and hitting the floor. They need to stay calm, keep it violence-free.

"Yoongi, if you have any problems talk to us. Tell us. Why do you hate Jungkook?" Seokjin said in a much calmer tone.

Yoongi stood up, "Be- because he's annoying and- and mean!" He shouts and his arms flew around, almost knocking over the plate on the table but Namjoon saves it from breaking through the contents of the plate did spill. Seokjin sighs because he has another task.

"Why is he annoying and mean?"

"Be- because he- he always makes Papa and Appa busy!" Ah, is this what he thinks it is?

"You mean… he makes Papa and Appa focus on him only? And you got ignored because of that?"

"Yes! Appa won't even help me with homework! I asked four times and Appa always said 'wait' because Appa needs to take care of Jungkook!"

Both Namjoon and Seokjin sighed, just as they thought. They've prepared themselves for the time when Yoongi would eventually get jealous but they didn't expect it to be like this.

"Appa and Papa don't love me anymore…" Yoongi ends his wrath with that, sitting down and full-on sobbing, hugging his knees. Seokjin sighs, a classic. His heartbreaks seeing his son like this so he was hugging the hybrid in an instant.

"Appa and Papa loves you, Yoon." Seokjin said to the boy's shoulder.

"B- but Jungkook…"

"That's because he's in need. With his limited abilities, he needs more attention. He could easily fall or choke if someone doesn't watch him. Unlike you, you're much more… grown than him. You're older, remember?" The eldest continues to say. He could feel his husband joining in comforting their son.

"I hate being older… Appa and Papa only pay attention to Jungkook… only love him..." Yoongi sniffs to his Papa's shoulder.

"No, Yoongi. I said it before, right? We don't only pay attention to Jungkook. We pay attention to everyone in the family." Seokjin looks at Namjoon, telling him that it's his turn silently.

"And for the love part, we love you both equally. If you're in need like Kookie we'll immediately help you. Something like homework could wait, right?" Yoongi sniffs, still not believing it.

"Okay, I admit that it's my fault that you have to ask me four times. I'm sorry, Yoon," Seokjin apologizes, "But don't do something like that to Kookie again, okay? Remember our rules?" Yoongi nods, "What is it?"

"T- talk if there's a problem…"

"And did you talk when you had a problem with Kookie earlier?" The hybrid drops his head guiltily.

"B- but if I talk to Kookie, he won't understand!" He argues but immediately regrets doing it once he saw his Appa's unimpressed face.

"Yoon, you know what I mean. You're the one who's at fault here, don't push the blame to others."

Silence settled between them along with Yoongi's occasional sniffs. Once the hybrid collapsed into Namjoon's hold, he took that as a cue that he's worn out. He needs to find a way to stop Yoongi from bottling up his feelings. Actually, he's been noticing the hybrid looking a bit… sad whenever one of his parents or both are close with Jungkook. But he hesitated and put it in the back of his mind. Next time he should just trust his guts.

"Tuck Yoongi to bed. I'll clean up," He said to his husband, "Apologize to Kookie tomorrow, kay?" He said to Yoongi. Both of them nod and Seokjin stood up, ruffling both of their heads before heading to grab a broom or something to clean.

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"Will they make up tomorrow?" Seokjin asks worriedly which causes Namjoon to wrap him in a hug.

"Don't worry. It's normal for siblings to fight. Especially when the eldest just had a younger sibling." Namjoon assures.

"Is it also because of his anxiety too?"

"Mmn maybe. That means we're… someone very important in his life, he doesn't want to lose us." 

"But he was fine with it in the beginning!" Seokjin stressed, causing Namjoon to hug him tighter.

"Well when Taeseok hyung was adopted, how did you react?"

"He was so cute! I had someone to play with because Seokjung hyung was always playing with his friends."

"Then?"

"Then… Eomma and Appa started to dote on him more and – Okay, fine! I get it!" He sighed, trying to break free but all of his efforts went in vain, "Fuck, I'm dumb." He sighed quietly.

"Yes, you are." Namjoon giggles, playfully flicking his husband's head (softly) but the elder still got mad in the end.

Okay, maybe raising a kid isn't all sunshine and rainbows like how it's like in movies and stories. There are always many bitter parts that are censored and give people the idea that raising a human being is all fun and games. But even so, they've vowed, swore, made an oath to be Yoongi's and Jungkook's parents till the end.

Even if there are many ups and downs, they'll try together. All of them are new to this family life and mistakes are guaranteed to be made. But they'll go through the bittersweet of them together.