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You're rich. Or you're poor. There is no between in the country Yoongi lived in.

Korea's economical problems had dropped tremondously over the years. A war that made more than half the country digging for food, scavenging for shelter, and trying to overall, survive.

Yoongi's town of Daegu was more of a village now with their messy man-made wooden houses, empty fields of grass that held more weeds than plants, and the residents that resembled a stick. They had to live like animals in order to survive.

Everyone looked easy to break with their flat rib showing bodies. If they ask Yoongi, he thinks they are living more in the past than what everyone assumed their future was going to be like. Time just seemed to be going backwards than forwards according to the few history books Yoongi had come across on over the years.

Because of the country's poor state, this is how Yoongi found himself in this usual position.

"Can you please give me something? Anything so my family can at least have something in their stomach?" Yoongi tried to use the most pitiest voice he could muster. Yoongi didn't care about pride anymore at the moment, they were starving.

Yoongi had his black hood over his blonde hair and tried to hide his face as much as possible. He tried to make himself small by shrinking back and tucking his hands into his pocket.

The old woman at the front looked up from her chair. Her face formed into a scowl the second she recognized who it was by just staring into Yoongi's eyes.

"Boy! Didn't I kick you out last time???" The woman stood up from her chair. The object scraped against the floor. "And for what? You have the nerve to return to ask for food? For your family on top of that? I can't believe it!" The woman gave a scandalized look. Yoongi shrunk into his dirty hoodie even more as he continued to get yelled at.

"It's because of people like you that I'm like this! When I was younger, I used to have everything! I used to have food and a good place to stay. But you people! Your mother giving birth to five children is the reason why we are like this!" The woman began to scream at the teenager.

Just one mention of his mother made Yoongi's pity look disappear in less than a second. A glare was slowly replacing it.

The old woman did nothing but continue. "And you want food, huh? Why don't you just go sell yourself for The Selection, huh?! Might as well do something for us in forgiveness for being born. Stupid, ugly boy." The woman scoffed. She looked away, seeming as if she was witnessing a dead animal blocking her way.

I already did, Yoongi thought to himself. There was no way he was going to tell the woman that though. He never goes off easy.

"Who am I kidding? It's not like anyone would ever want a scum boy like you. Your mother probably did something and got her kids as punishment." The woman snickered.

That's it, Yoongi angrily thought.

He spat at her. Her right eye to be exact. Yoongi smirked at the scream of horror she let out.

"News flash woman, you're old now and I don't fucking care if you had a princess life before war. You can complain all you fucking want but you're probably going to die faster than my family is. You have more wrinkles than anyone I've ever seen in my life." Yoongi made sure to be loud and clear. The woman's shocked expression was priceless.

"I'll make sure to not visit your shit forgotten grave." He last said before leaning over the counter that separated the two and grabbed as much fruit that he could hold.

"Hey! Get back here! Thief! Police! Police!" He last heard the woman yell before disappearing off into the fields.

He didn't stop running. He breathed heavily and only let the wind carry him away. After seeing his familiar home, Yoongi finally came to a halt from his running. He quickly fumbled with the door knob and closed the front door of his house behind him once he was inside.

Yoongi smiled after having such a great adrenaline and rested his body against the door with a heavy breathe. His satisfaction was unfortunately short lived because as soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with a look. His mother stood in front of him with arms crossed.

"What?" He simply asked before heading to their small kitchen. He was met with three annoying voices of his younger sisters and cries from his baby brother.

"Here." He threw a piece of fruit to each sister and handed the rest to his mother.

"This better not be stolen." The oldest from the girls said before biting an apple.

"Well- " Yoongi stopped when his mother glared at him. He was scolded enough times for stealing already.

"Why are you still here? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for Selection day?" The second eldest girl asked as she peeled an orange. Yoongi shrugged.

"It doesn't matter if I'm late or not. I won't be picked either way. I always try to scare them off." Yoongi shrugged before sitting down.

Ah, this is where 'Selection Day' finally gets explained.

As Yoongi previously said, there lived the poor, and then there lived the rich. The rich that only lived in the city of Seoul with fancy houses and restaurants. They had food that, would originally take a month for Yoongi to gather, be ate all in a single meal.

And (which the woman previously commented about rudely) the entire reason the country now lived as it was, was not only because of economical problems, but because of overpopulation.

There seemed to be more children growing then adults dying over the years that it simply left people with fewer resources. Because of that, they had recently passed a law and it was now illegal for children to be born. Yoongi's younger siblings were actually one of the last few kids to be born. The people hated them especially for 'being a reason why we live like this' so they usually hid out. Yoongi (being the only teenager and male in the family) made it his job to support them. It was definitely not easy.

So to get back to the main topic, what exactly is Selection Day? Well, let's just say, the rich are just not satisfied with how good their lives are already. Since having kids is now illegal, they have made an alternative for themselves. If you are chosen during Selection day, you get to go live with the family you were chosen from, and be their baby. Simple as that. It was a weird form of adoption that made Yoongi sick. Although it wasn't as bad as being a slave, he didn't know if he loved to give up his freedom so easily.

The only reason he (and a lot of other teenagers as well) sign up for Selection Day was because they pay you for volunteering. Yoongi signed up because there were more chances in finding a one hundred dollar bill on the ground than being chosen. He was desperate for money as well.

There were also many teenagers who actually hoped to be chosen on Selection Day. The advertisements make it seem as if it's a trip to heaven. Maybe it was. Yoongi didn't know what they had down at the city.

"You should try to actually be chosen by someone during the Selection." Yoongi's sister spoke again.

"Yeah! Then you'll get lots of toys! And, And food! And- " The youngest girl perked up from her chair.

"Yeah, but then I'll have strangers treating me like you." Yoongi pointed out to his five year old sister. The girl stuck her tongue out at him and he mockingly did it back.

"No, actually. You can be treated like him. Which is sometimes more likely." His ten year old sister interrupted and pointed her head towards their sleeping baby brother in their mother's arms. They realized that's why the room had turned quiet. The baby had finally stopped crying.

Yoongi grimanced. "Are you supposed to be convincing me to be chosen for The Selection?" He scowled back.

"Maybe it won't be such a bad idea. I'll actually be happy if you got selected. You won't have to live like this anymore..." His mother finally spoke in a quiet voice. Yoongi was surprised to say the least. He had never really heard his mother's thought over Selection Day before.

Yoongi stayed silent for a second before opening his mouth. "Yeah, but without me you guys will starve out here. I don't even care anyways." He shrugged. "Can we just drop it already? I have to get ready for the stupid Selection day that I'm not even going to get picked for." Yoongi last said before walking away.

His stomach growled. He hadn't ate anything. He had made sure to give all of it to his family.

He only mentally shrugged it away and ignored the feeling. He was used to it by now either way.

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Yoongi walked towards the familiar main green field that had nothing but grass in it. He saw a lot of teenage boys and girls already standing in their spots, waiting for the rich people to soon arrive from the city. They stood in front of the tracks that the people will be coming from. The area was silent and the tension was dense.

Yoongi didn't even have to go to the security at the front to sign in since they knew him from seeing him every single year. You are allowed to sign up once you are a teen with your last chance being at 18. He didn't know what he was supposed to do after that age. He was 17 though so he'll worry about it next year.

After spotting his empty place, he hurriedly jogged over to it. It was at the very far back where the choosers usually never made it since they found their match at the start. He stood at the same spot every year, doing everything he could do to not get chosen.

Yoongi sighed as he stood in place. He was ready to be bored for the next two hours of his life.

He rolled his eyes when the long vehicle showed up to the stop in front of them and all the new teenagers who signed up, gasped. It had came in lightning speed since, unlike them, the city did seem futuristic. Yoongi didn't even know the name of this vehicle, but he bet it was as common as water at Seoul. They had everything, all technology, while the rest laid to suffer. Yoongi hated the system.

He saw a couple of men and women in fancy clothes exit the vehicle, some in couples, or others by themselves. None of the teenagers cared though because at the end they all had the same thing in common, they were rich.

Yoongi watched as the last man exited the vehicle. He's handsome, Yoongi strangely thought. A turtleneck and a coat hugged the man's body which made his broad figure look strong along with his brown hair that matched perfectly with it too. The man looked around from the doorway of the vehicle (looking like a model) before walking down the steps, hands in his coat's pockets. Yoongi thought he looked like a celebrity who just had his grand entrance. Meanwhile there was him who only wore ripped jeans and a black hoodie that he rarely let go of.

After the man joined along with the rest of the rich people, Yoongi began to count. There were twenty sets of families that had exited. That meant there were twenty 'lucky' teenagers who would get chosen. Twenty out of one hundred.

"Good luck." The boy next to him whispered over to him. Yoongi glared at him.

"I don't want it." He retorted back. The other boy gulped and looked back upfront.

After an hour, Yoongi sighed and became bored. Only about half of the families that had came had chosen a 'baby' already. The other half we're just slow, looking through each carefully as if they were choosing an engagement ring.

The only interesting thing that had occurred was a huge commotion in one of the first couple of rows earlier. According to the rumors passed down, a teenager had passed out, from starvation probably. It wasn't common, but no one was surprised either. There were a lot of people who couldn't eat. That had only reminded Yoongi that he hadn't ate as well, stomach growling.

Eventually, Yoongi began playing with his shoes against the dirt, boredom heavily increasing. He was trying to draw something with the tip of his shoe since there was nothing else to do. He first tried drawing an animal, but that didn't turn out well, so he began to do a person. That didn't look good either. He eventually started drawing the vehicle which, surprisingly, was already coming out better than he had expected. He was so concentrated too because a vehicle that difficult drawn with a shoe? On dirt? It was a hard thing to do. Even for someone like him who loved to draw. His tongue stuck out a bit as he leaned his shoe more into the ground to create the windows.

"What you drawing there?"

The sudden voice made Yoongi jump and- great. He messed up the window. He looked up and glared at the man in front of him.

Yoongi was actually surprised a bit since it was that handsome celebrity model guy he had seen. But after a second, Yoongi didn't care anymore. This meant he was just another one of those rich people passing by to possibly 'adopt' him. He was the third one now. Yoongi continued to glare at him before looking back down and continued to draw. Just a look made the people pass by him because of his rude behavior.

How do I draw the wheels? Yoongi went back to thinking.

"What's your name?"

Yoongi was startled again, more because he realized it was still the same man. He didn't know what to do since no one ever really tried to make a conversation with him.

So he only did what he was good at, glared at him. Yoongi went back to drawing, hoping the man would just go away.

"What? You can't talk? Usually it's until after someone is adopted that they don't speak anymore." The taller man chuckled.

Yoongi huffed. "Well, maybe if you weren't so fucking stupid, you would know that I just don't want to talk to you." He spat back before looking back down to the ground. He saw the other's eyes widened, making him smirk a bit inside.

Yoongi continued to draw and ignored the loud growls that came from his stomach. He frowned a bit, not knowing how he was going to find more food after this. He would have to dye his hair a different color again so the people he stole from won't recognize him. They we're really dumb, but it works so he doesn't complain. His hair was currently. blonde

Yoongi began making the steam of the vehicle. He shivered a bit from the cold wind that was coming. It was winter and the only thing protecting him was the black hoodie on him, the only sweater he owned. He just wanted the day to be over already.

Unknown to him, the handsome man was still in front of him. He admired how concentrated Yoongi seemed to be with his artwork.

After studying him for a bit, he noticed how Yoongi's stomach kept on growling and how much he shivered. Despite the situation though, he still continued to draw. He seemed to have a lot of determination despite how he felt. The man stared for a minute more with a fond look, until he came to a conclusion.

He had a selection.

"I want him." The man said over to the social worker who was standing a couple of feet away from him.

The woman came to stand next to him and smiled. "This should be...Min Yoongi. He's seventeen and although he is underweight, he is fine from any diseases. Unlike many others, he does have family, but I don't think it will affect them so much? You said you wanted a baby, right Mr. Kim?" She asked the tall man after reading her clipboard. He nodded.

"Are you sure he is the one, Mr. Kim Seokjin?" The woman last asked. Seokjin nodded again. He continued to stare at the boy in front of him that had a hint of a smile as he continued to draw. He admired at how small the boy looked in the oversized hoodie and couldn't wait to make sure he was better taken care of.

Seokjin smiled. "I'm sure."

The women nodded and jotted a few notes down before looking up.

"Yoongi, you ready to go to your new home, sweety?" The woman kindly smiled.

Yoongi froze. Every ounce of concentration was now gone and quickly replaced with fear of what he just heard.

"What?" Yoongi was somehow able to ask. His voice was trembling with fear. Did he hear right?

"Mr. Kim Seokjin chose to adopt you today. From now on you are to be Kim Yoongi, Korea's little prince may I nickname." The woman chuckled. "You will be reaching your new home very soon." She finished.

Yoongi felt like he was going to be sick. He looked up and saw the same man that had spoken to him, a hopeful and admiring smile on his face.

"N-No! I c-can't go. I have to stay here!" Yoongi's voice was shaking. He had a million thoughts running through his head. He was chosen? No, this want how this was supposed to go. How was he going to help his family now?

"Don't be silly, baby. We'll make sure to take better care of you back at home. I promise." Seokjin got closer and tried to brush the bangs out of Yoongi's eyes. The younger flinched away.

He then tried to do the only thing he was good at, running away.

Except, he was caught before he could run. Yoongi was trapped by the security guards and forcefully carried into the vehicle that he once drew. No amount of kicking, cursing, or pleading got him out this time.

Seokjin frowned as he watched the security guards carry his new baby away. He had only adopted the boy a minute ago but he already had parental worries that they we're hurting him.

"Don't worry, this usually happens. It is common to have resisting babies at Selection day. He'll get used to it in no time. Come on now, we have papers to sign." The woman smiled happily before heading to the train as well. Seokjin took one last glance at the remaining teenagers (wishing he could take all of them honestly), but fought against it. He had to go one at a time either way.

Seokjin entered the vehicle, and as he entered, he was the last one once again. It left as fast as it came.

From now on Seokjin only had one mission: make sure his baby will never have to suffer again. 

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Yoongi had a mean face, but had a heart as fragile as a puppy. No matter how many intimating looks he gave, cursed, or glared, his soft side would always beat the other any time.

"Hey baby, you're okay, I promise. Appa's got you." Seokjin tried to comfort the boy. Yoongi continued to silently cry and tried to kick Seokjin in the jaw as he laid on the soft changing table.

It didn't make him seem any less of a baby though since the doctors on board had given him a shot that made his legs weak. If the humiliation of being put on a diaper and onesie wasn't enough, he at least wanted to be able to use his own limbs. Apparently they don't always use the drug, but since Yoongi broke the doctor's nose and knocked the wind of a couple of other people, they deemed it necessary for the time being.

"I need to go home." Yoongi brokenly cried out. His throat was raw from screaming for the past hour, yelling at everyone to let him go.

"Sweetheart, we are going home." Seokjin whispered down before wiping a tear away. Yoongi flinched his head away.

"M-My family is going to die without me." He cried out again and choked a bit on a sob. He had to get home. What was he supposed to do in the city? He didn't belong there. His life was to rob food and make sure to properly support his family. He wasn't supposed to go to the city and play baby. This wasn't in his life plan at all.

"Shhh. You're alright, baby." Seokjin cooed, finding out that seeing his new baby cry would be one of the worst things he could see.

After finishing dressing Yoongi into a warm blue footed onesie (a bear eating honey right in the center) he picked the crying boy up and tried to comfort him as much as possible. He walked around the room in the vehicle that was a combination of his own bedroom with a nursery. It was nice and cozy in Seokjin's opinion. Yoongi wanted to throw up the second they had entered the room.

"I know you think you're probably going to hate all of this, but you're not. I promise. I'll make sure you will never experience the feeling of starvation again, coldness, or be scared of what you will have to do to survive the next day. You'll be happy. I promise. And for everything else, We'll take care of it." The young man whispered into Yoongi's ear.

"You were selected for a reason. My precious baby boy." He lastly whispered.

The teenager sniffed and although much of his problems weren't solved, he felt a bit better. Seokjin provided a lot of body heat and the small rocking made his racing heart calm down. He wanted to wrap his arms around the man to get even more warmth and- wait. What am I thinking?! Yoongi snapped out of it.

"You hungry, sweetheart?" Seokjin spoke after a minute of silence. Yoongi had his head rested against the man's shoulder. He didn't know if it was the drugs or his own tiredness, but lifting his head seemed like such a tiring task.

Yoongi thought for a second, but shook his head. Yes, he was hungry. He was starving. But there was no way he was going to eat anything baby related. Giving in was too easy. But of course, his body betrayed him by making a loud stomach growl.

"So I got a little lying baby, huh?" Seokjin cooed with a small chuckle. Yoongi only groaned. There was still no way he was going to eat anything.

Yoongi may have dozed out for a couple of minutes, because next thing he realized, Seokjin was sitting on the rocking chair in the room and had him cradled in the crooked of his left arm. Yoongi opened his eyes and nearly ran away (if he could) when he saw a baby bottle a couple of inches away from his lips.

"Get that fucking shit away from me." Yoongi yelled as he pulled his face away.

Seokjin tsked. "Watch that mouth young man. You should be lucky I'm allowing you to still talk freely."

"Well I should be allowed to talk freely because I'm a fucking teenager." Yoongi responded back with an angry stare. He was startled when a light slap was felt on his leg.

"Last warning, mister. As I said, I could still take your talking privileges away." Seokjin said with a stern tone. Yoongi was actually afraid a bit. Seokjin seemed to be a very nice guy, but if you get on his bad side, it was scary.

"Come on baby, it's only milk. It's flavored milk on top of that. I heard it's really yummy~ " Seokjin went back to his nice deamonor. He toyed the nipple of the bottle against the younger's lips. Yoongi wasn't going to say anything, he really wasn't. But...

"Who did you fucking hear from? All the teenagers you guys basically kidnapped?" Yoongi answered back. Uh oh. He thought. Seokjin was giving him a look he wasn't enjoying too much.

The older put down the bottle much to Yoongi's glory, but as soon as he reached into a nearby cabinet and pulled out a pacifier with straps at the back, Yoongi regretted his decisions.

"I'll take this off when I think you know how to speak better to Appa." He said before popping the blue glittery pacifier into Yoongi's mouth. The boy didn't even have time to spit it out because he felt the straps being closed behind his head.

Yoongi began to uncomfortably move his head around, trying to take the damn thing off of him. He brought up his hands to it but he has never encountered such a thing before so he didn't have a single clue on how to remove the object. The fact that he could barely move his arms was also a problem.

Yoongi (being an easily frustrated person) had tears at the edge of his eyes and was thrashing on Seokjin's lap. Muffled groans escaped his throat and he weakly kicked his legs against the older's body to make him take it off. His emotions were making him pent up and he just wanted everything to stop already.

"Hey, a tantrum isn't going to do you any good. It's only going to wear out your energy." Seokjin commented as he tried to make Yoongi calm down. It seemed to only do the opposite though. Oh he wants a tantrum? The boy thought.

Yoongi began screaming behind the gagging object and his face turned red from the anger. Yoongi loudly began to sob. He hadn't really been crying before, but now he wanted an escape to let out his anger. Everything had him worked out, so he might as well let out his anger. He just wanted to go home. Why was life so difficult?

Seokjin sighed but nevertheless stood up with a sad look, trying to cradle the restless baby in his arms. But if he was being honest, he thought Yoongi was doing a much better job than many other resisting boys. He had heard stories of the first day experience and Yoongi wasn't even close to being as bad as them.

"Aw, my grumpy baby. I know you're mad, sad, tired, and hungry. I'm sorry I can't make you feel better instantly." He said before placing a soft kiss on Yoongi's forehead.

Yoongi surprisingly didn't flinch away, energy long gone to even do that. He had stopped screaming and crying at least. Yoongi stared tiredly at Seokjin through his wet eyelashes. Yoongi slowly tried to calm down his heavy breathes and make his heart beat more evenly. His chest rose up and down quickly and he unknowingly let out a whimper. He felt horrible. He was tired and starving so it definitely didn't make a great combination.

Seokjin was about to go on round two to attempt to feed the boy something (not going to stop trying even if the day passes by) when a noise made him stop.

Seokjin's eyebrows creased as it continued. He suddenly heard running echoing outside his room. There were giggles that followed them too, someone running up and down the hall.

"Let me lay you down baby so you can calm down a bit more, yeah? Please don't sleep just yet." Seokjin said before going over to the fancy wooden crib and gently placing Yoongi inside. The boy was about to whine because it turned colder without the body heat, but stopped himself from doing the embarrassing childish action. He wanted to go against Seokjin's words (just to piss him off) and sleep, but the sudden slam of a door made him jump awake. He turned to lay on his side and looked over to where the noise came from.

There behind their own door, stood a boy with a white long sleeve shirt and blue overalls, tried to hide from someone outside, while occasionally peeking in through the peep hole of the door to look out the hallway. Why's there another teenager in their room? Yoongi questioned. He was sure this teenager was already brainwashed though.

Yoongi's confusion turned even worse when he saw Seokjin grow a big wide smile. Yoongi guessed the older probably knew the boy by the excited look he got. Yoongi watched as his caregiver quietly walked behind the boy (trying to be as discreet as possible) before suddenly grabbing him from behind and lifting him off the ground.

"I caught my lion!" Seokjin playfully said. The boy had been startled at first, but then returned his cute box smile when he realized who it was.

"U-Uncle Jin! Stop!" He giggled when Seokjin playfully kissed his face. Yoongi watched from where he still lay, eyebrows creasing a bit at the scene.

"Where's daddy, huh? Did you run away from him again, Taehyung?" Seokjin questioned after putting the boy down. Taehyung, who never stopped smiling, sheepishly rolled on his feet with his hands behind his back.

"Noooo..." Taehyung answered with a sheepish smile. Yoongi scoffed. The boy acted exactly like his youngest sister. Of course the answer was a clear yes than a no. Who was this kid either way?

Yoongi didn't have time to dwell on the thought more because he suddenly jumped when a squeal filled the room. He had accidentally made eye contact with this said, Taehyung.

"It's a baby! U-Uncle it's a baby!" He gasped at Seokjin before running over to the crib. He immediately kneeled on the ground so he can be eye to eye with Yoongi.

"Hi! I'm TaeTae! I love pwurple!" The boy introduced himself. "You?!" The energetic boy shouted.

Yoongi instinctively whined (a bit too loud he thought afterwards) at the amount of questions he was asked. Not only that, but the kid literally screamed into his ear. His ear was still ringing a bit.

Seokjin smiled and got closer to the young boy. "TaeTae, I think you may be a bit too loud for the baby. He's sleepy and grumpy too." Seokjin explained to the frowning boy.

"Oh. TaeTae gets that too. Is when I need nap time!" Taehyung explained to the male inside the crib. Yoongi didn't respond back except for his usual glare. Maybe he was grumpy because he was unwilling taken from his home.

"Hey Tae baby, where's your daddy and appa?" Jin asked the boy. He knew the boy had definitely ran away from them by the way he had entered his room.

Taehyung didn't have time to respond because suddenly he recognized a voice calling out for him outside.

"TaeTae! Where'd you go little troublemaker?" Seokjin heard Hoseok's familiar voice out the hall.

Taehyung loudly squealed and ran to hide at the side of Seokjin's bed.

"Don't tell daddy 'm here!" Taehyung last yelled before crouching down to hide.

Seokjin didn't have to though because a couple of seconds later, Hoseok popped his head into the room. He recognized his little boy's voice anywhere.

Seokjin chuckled and pointed to behind his bed. Hoseok's previous stressed face slowly got replaced by a bright smile, feeling his heart return to a normal beat after realizing he had found his little.

"Oh? My baby isn't here either? Did my little cub runaway? What will appa and I ever do? I'll be sad forever now!" Hoseok said with a fake sadness tone, adding a few sniffles for affect.

Yoongi continued to watch from where he laid on the soft comfortable mattress. He was still examining the new guy (who looked very comfortable with just a coat on) and how handsome this rich caregiver was like his own app- he meant, Seokjin. Although Yoongi had only seen the other smile for a couple of seconds, he instantly knew that he must be the brightest person he had ever met. His smile was just so big and genuine. Seeing him act so sad (even if it were just pretend) was actually a pretty heartbreaking thing to see.

A gasp escaped from the side of the bed. Taehyung stood up quicker than Yoongi can blink.

"No! Daddy no sad! Appa no sad! TaeTae here! TaeTae here!" Taehyung quickly ran over to Hoseok and hugged him tightly. Hoseok effortlessly picked him up and let Taehyung wrap both of his legs and arms around his body.

"Ah! My lion cub came back!" Hoseok chuckled before attacking Taehyung with kisses. Taehyung laughed at the ticklish feeling, hiding his face deeper into the crook of Hoseok's neck to get away.

"You two are disgustingly cute." Jin laughed from where he stood watching the scene. Yoongi couldn't agree more as he watched the two others interact from his crib. The boy couldn't help but get a warm feeling in his chest.

Hoseok looked up (after finally letting Taehyung have mercy) and was ready to make his usual remark to his best friend, when he caught a moving figure at the corner of his eye. Yoongi jumped and didn't think anyone could ever squeal as loud as Taehyung. He was definitely wrong.

"Oh my god! Look how small and cute you are! Your uncles will definitely be spoiling you so much little cutie. You're a cute baby, aren't you?" Hoseok immediately cooed after walking over to the crib. He reached down to stroke Yoongi's cheek but the boy wasn't having it. Yoongi sent out another whine in protest and scooted as far back as the crib could let him. He didn't like strangers and he especially did not like being cooed and touched on.

"Daddy! Uncle said baby grumpy and tired! He need nap time! No touch!" Taehyung complained in Hoseok's arms and reached out to pull away his daddy's hand away from the baby. Yoongi was slowly starting to like Taehyung.

Hoseok stopped and turned his body towards Seokjin. He raised an eyebrow at the older.

Seokjin gave a small smile.

"He's been fighting and screaming at the doctors all this time and hasn't ate anything.  He must be exhausted, but I don't want him to sleep without eating." Seokjin responded. He grabbed the baby bottle off the cabinet counter.

"Does baby want his baba now? Or is he still being Mr. Grumpy?" Seokjin rattled the bottle towards Yoongi's way. The boy huffed and remained in his spot with crossed arms. He had a angry look lingering his eyes.

"Ah, you got yourself a resisting baby." Hoseok hummed in understanding after watching the boy. Seokjin nodded. He seemed unaffected by Yoongi's response though, probably because he knew he was eventually going to get him to eat one way or another.

"Well, I wouldn't stress much about it. He'll definitely get into his headspace after he gets home. Remember how Taehyung was when he got him? He was worse than anyone had ever seen. And now look at how much of a silly happy baby he is." Hoseok smiled adoringly as he looked down to see his baby. Taehyung, hearing his name being called, lifted his head from it's hiding place and cutely smiled, teeth happily shown. He gave a quick peck to his daddy on his lips, a big 'muah!'

If Yoongi didn't have a pacifier forced on him, his mouth would have been hung open from surprisement of what he just heard. Taehyung had been a resisting baby? And worse than him? He didn't believe that this same boy who was talking so much like his little sister and bouncing around was once in his place as well. Was he brainwashed? Or did he actually like it now?

"So, you guys didn't have luck in finding a baby here either, right?" Seokjin asked after walking back to his friend. Taehyung giggled at the question. Hoseok gave a sheepish smile.

"Well..." Hoseok trailed off with a sheepish look. Suddenly, a new voice filled the room.

"Can we join the party too?"

Seokjin's eyebrows creased at the word 'we'. It wasn't until he turned around towards the door that his heart skipped a beat. There stood his best friend, Jimin, but not alone. He had a bundle in his arms (as if he was carrying a real baby) and although Seokjin could only see a mop of black hair behind the blanket, it was enough to send him into a frenzy.

"Oh my god! You guys got a baby too?!" Jin shouted in amazement before scurrying over to Jimin.

Yoongi watched with dark eyes as he saw Seokjin start cooing over the new people in the room, but especially at the 'baby'. Yoongi watched through the bars of the crib grumpily as the other rich man (Hoseok's husband he was assuming) held another sleeping teenager cradled into a blue star patterned fleece blanket. Yoongi grimanced as he caught sight of the other teenager willingly sucking on a white pacifier as he slept peacefully.

"What's his name?" Seokjin asked while he still cooed over and stroked 
the fragile sleeping pale boy's cheek. The boy didn't really move or complain and only made himself more comfortable by snuggling into Jimin's chest, left hand curling into his shirt.

"Jungkook." Hoseok responded back with a radiant smile. He put Taehyung down and let the little lay on the bed after the younger squirmed his way out.

"Jimin did a great job in choosing him." Hoseok continued, busy admiring his new baby as well. He watched with amazement, wondering how someone can look so peaceful while asleep.

"I chose him? He literally fell into my arms! Destiny chose him for us." Jimin slightly chuckled. Yoongi stared at Jimin. He was smiling, but it had a faint sad look to it. Was Jungkook possibly the one who had collapsed at The Selection?

Jimin must have felt lingering eyes on him because before Yoongi knew it, he was making eye contact with brown orbs. Yoongi shrunk back (already guessing what was going to happen) when he saw Jimin's smile turn into a real bright smile now.

"Oh my, how didn't I notice a cute baby boy like you before? What a cute little kitten Jin hyung got, aren't you cutie?! What's your name, huh?" Jimin walked over to the crib. He didn't get to pet the soft baby's blonde hair because Yoongi made sure to flinch and whine before he could make any more movement.

Jimin was surprised to say at least and turned over to Jin.

"He's a resisting baby." The eldest simply said.

"Oh! And his name is Yoongi by the way." Seokjin smiled after realizing he had never introduced the boy.

The response was all it took for Jimin to hum in understanding.

"Ah. That makes sense. What a cute name though for an adorable baby." Jimin nodded. Yoongi rolled his eyes. No one really reacted when they heard he was a 'resisting baby'. It's as if they saw him going through a phase and will learn to change soon.

"We all know how Tae went through the first few weeks anyways and- "

Jimin had to stop talking because he felt a small whimper escape from the boy in his arms. Jungkook was stirring in his arms, face frowned into an uncomfortable expression.

"What's wrong? Is he hungry?" Hoseok fell quickly into his caregiver role than his playful one.

Hoseok was the one who was the most worried over health over both his littles. When they had gotten Taehyung, he had terrible diseases that made him easily sick and would always be in pain because of it. Now that they got Jungkook, he had extreme weight problems. He was smaller than what he was supposed to be and his ribs were very visible. The social worker said he had actually been on the verge of death (and would be) if Jimin and Hoseok hadn't chose him. The men had got an uncomfortable and angry feeling after hearing the information, hating how Jungkook was probably not the only one too.

"He probably could be. He does have a lot of malnourished problems and we have to try to get to him to eat as much as we can to get him on his supposed weight." Jimin softly commented before sitting on Seokjin's bed. He tried calming down the openly whining boy who was slowly waking up more and more.

Unlike Yoongi, Jungkook wasn't a resisting baby. Yoongi was guessing it was probably because the men have already given him so much that he has never had before. Jungkook was being loved for once.

Taehyung sat up from where he was laying comfortably on his Uncle's bed.

"Baby can have that if he's hungry!" Taehyung pointed over to the lamp side table. He was pointing to Yoongi's bottle that stood forgotten, a smile on his face. He wanted to help his daddy and appa as much as possible.

"Oh Tae, that's actually- "

Seokjin interrupted Jimin. He had an idea.

"Actually, you guys can take it. Yoongi says he doesn't want to eat." He shrugged and grabbed the bottle before handing it to Jimin. Seokjin gave him a pointed look to play along when the younger only stared at him confused.

Meanwhile, Yoongi watched with skeptical eyes. He sat up from his laying position and stared at his caregiver and how he offered his bottle to the other new baby (That wasn't even Seokjin's may he add.) Yes he didn't want it, but Seokjin shouldn't just give what's his and coo over some other baby that came not only one minute ago. This supposed Jungkook already had two caregivers that fretted over him either way.

Although Jimin took a while to understand what Seokjin was planning, Hoseok had got it.

"Yeah, thanks hyung. This cute baby should be starving. Do you want to feed him too?" Hoseok offered casually. 

Yoongi's eyebrows creased. That's it.

Yoongi sent a mix of a groan and whine behind his pacifier, catching all of the boys' attentions. Thankfully he didn't have to try to say any verbal response because his stomach letting out a dying whale sound was enough. Seokjin tried not to smile in victory.

"Does my stubborn baby finally want to eat, huh?" Seokjin asked with a happy look before walking over to the crib.

Yoongi scurnched his nose, now realizing what he had just done. Seokjin only chuckled at him though and lifted him up from the crib.

"So cute~" Jimin commented at Yoongi's angry expression. Yoongi huffed and stopped scrunching his nose. He was about to send a pointed look until he realized he was back to their previous position. He was cradled in Seokjin's arms as the older sat on the rocking chair, a bottle pointed right to his mouth.

Yoongi let out a whimper and pulled his head away. His eyes shut tightly at just knowing how close the object was.

"Aw baby, please? I promise it's not bad, okay? I'll continue to keep the straps off the paci if you eat, okay?" Seokjin compromised.

Yoongi opened his eyes after hearing what Seokjin had said. The straps were off? He was surprised to see the pacifier sitting on top of the lamp side table. He hadn't even realized that Seokjin had taken it off.

"Yeah Uncle Jin right! Is yummy!" Taehyung perked up and commented from where he continued to sit on the bed.

Yoongi continued to hesitate for a few seconds more. He still wanted some pride to stay with him, but the pain in his stomach that was slowly growing made it hard for him to resist. Well, Taehyung had said it was yummy, right? And Yoongi was starting to trust the little...

"Good boy." Seokjin softly commented although he wanted to throw a party and dance around for finally succeeding the difficult mission.

Yoongi had finally taken the nipple of the bottle in and began to suck on the object. The act of sucking felt odd at first, but the second a drop of milk fell onto his tongue, it probably turned into his new favorite action. Yoongi continued to suck and more of the delicious taste fell into his mouth. It was sweet, sweeter than the fruit his family ate, but not too much to make you sick. It wasn't bland like the milk they had back at Daegu. No. This was sweet and delicious. The more and more he sucked, the more of it he received to satisfy his dehydrated self.

"He likes it." Hoseok commented with a soft smile. He couldn't help but get saddened though because it was the exact same way Taehyung and Jungkook had drank their first bottle too. They sucked and sucked as if someone was going to take it away from them and won't have another for a while. The thoughts like those always made him angry at both the society and himself for not rescuing them sooner.

"Hey, not too fast sweetheart." Seokjin whispered, but Yoongi only continued to suck at his quick speed.

"Well, since someone finally drank his bottle and I have an awake baby now, I'm going to go get his bottle." Jimin chuckled and handed Jungkook towards Hoseok.

The older gladly took the boy and replaced Jimin's seat on the bed. Jungkook was definitely awake now, but he stayed quiet and in a dazed state from just waking up. Since he was now sitting on Hoseok's lap, he settled on wrapping his legs around Hoseok's waist and hugging his neck. He laid his head tiredly on Hoseok's shoulder and continued to suck on the pacifier he was given. It was comforting him from the terrible headache he had from collapsing and the starvation he had previously dealt with.

"I wanna come too! Me too!" Taehyung ran after his Appa who was already out the door. Hoseok chuckled at his active little.

Meanwhile, Yoongi (although being warned many times) continued to quickly suck the bottle until his stomach started to feel uneasy. He ignored it though because he was hungry, trying to fill up a week's worth of meals. It was a bad call.

"Aw, baby had a spit up? What did I tell you about drinking too fast?" Seokjin cooed before grabbing a rag and wiping Yoongi's small mess. Yoongi grimanced at the feeling and whimpered when the bottle was placed down.

"I'll continue giving you more if you promise to slow down, okay?" Seokjin said to the teenager. Yoongi nodded and gratefully took the bottle back. He sucked on the bottle, slower now, but still enjoyed the taste. Seokjin gazed at his baby with a huge smile on his face, leaving a small kiss on his forehead.

It was silent until Hoseok spoke up again.

"So have you told Namjoon the news over your guys' new baby?" He asked after repositioning Jungkook into a more comfortable position.

Yoongi choked on his milk.

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After having a near death life experience with choking on the milk, (not really, but Yoongi was dramtic over everything) Seokjin finished feeding the boy the entire bottle. He felt bad when Yoongi continued to try to suck the bottle for more although there wasn't even a drop left.

So this is how Seokjin found himself feeding Yoongi another bottle more of the sweet nutrient milk. He knew he probably shouldn't have since his baby could get sick with getting so much after having nothing, but in his defense, he was only giving him half.

"You are so whipped for him already." Jimin laughed when he entered the room and saw Seokjin placing the new bottle between Yoongi's lips.

"Yeah, but I don't care because I finally got a cute little baby of my own." Seokjin sing songed happily before nuzzling his nose against Yoongi's. Yoongi scrunched his nose at the sudden contact since his eyes had been closed, but didn't bother to make a complain about it. All he had his mind concentrated on was how tasty the milk is.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was noticing how Jungkook's eyes carefully blinked as he stared at Seokjin and Yoongi, but mostly to the comfortable teenager. His eyes then lowered to stare at Taehyung who was now quietly drinking from his own sippy cup. He was silently watching a cartoon on his daddy's phone as he sat against the bed post, drinking occasionally from the cup. Jungkook began sucking harder on his white pacifier.

"You want your bottle too, Kookie, huh? Appa has your own bottle." Hoseok asked after trying to move Jungkook's fluffy bed hair away from his eyes. The teenager skeptically blinked towards Hoseok and slowly turned to look at the male that stood in front of him. He stared at Jimin with a bit of fear, eyes seeming as if they were asking, 'Can I?' .

Jimin tried to force out a smile. "Come on sweetheart. I know you must be hungry." He quietly commented before sitting on the bed.

He let Hoseok pass him Jungkook and carefully cradled the boy into his arms so he could be in a comfortable position. Jimin was able to remove the pacifier from the reluctant boy and tried to replace it with the nipple of the bottle. He had to assure Jungkook it was okay multiple times before the boy hesitantly opened his mouth. The baby immediately relaxed once he felt the familiar milk again. Hoseok and Jimin noticed how much fear Jungkook had whenever asking or receiving things. He acted as if he wasn't worth for having the simplest things.

After they made sure Jungkook was situated properly, they finally began to speak again. The two littles being fed were each succumbing to their own dream world.

"So, have you introduced Namjoon his new baby boy?" Jimin spoke softly, but had a knowing smile on his face. Seokjin realized he had never responded to Hoseok's question before.

He nodded with a small hint of a smile as he continued to stare at Yoongi's relaxing face.

"I sent him his file. I haven't really got time to take a picture of him yet since he's been fussy." Seokjin explained while running his thumb over Yoongi's cheek. He carefully ghosted his thumb over a small scar on the corner of his cheek, sighing a bit. He had noticed Jungkook had a couple of scars over his body as well. It seemed as if every single baby from outside Seoul had a scar somewhere.

Hoseok's scoff had sent Seokjin back to reality.

"His file? He could have got that from the media! And we haven't even got out of the train yet so I have no idea how the paparazzi's got that." Hoseok spoke dumbfounded. He suddenly got up quicker than Seokjin could blink.

Seokjin heard a camera shutter echo in the room, making him look up.

"There, now you got a picture." Hoseok smiled before showing his husband his phone. Jimin awwed, his teeth exposed because of how wide he smiled at the picture.

Hoseok then showed the picture to the brown haired man. Seokjin's heart nearly melted when he saw the picture of Yoongi cuddling into him as he continued to drink the bottle. He was mostly asleep now and seemed the most relaxed than he has ever been in his life. Unbeknownst to them, Yoongi hadn't slept in several days in worry of finding a new job. His entire body was worn out at the moment.

"There, its sent already." Hoseok smiled brightly as he sent the picture to his best friend. He looked up, his sunshine smile in display because of how proud he was, until he saw Seokjin's depressed expression.

"What's wrong?" Jimin asked, immediately asking when he noticed as well.

"I wish Namjoon didn't have to work today. I wanted him to be here so we could have helped Yoongi settle in together. And now he's even returning late at midnight from his show, so I'll be alone with Yoongi until tomorrow too." Seokjin whispered out his thoughts as he continued to stroke Yoongi's face. He wanted his own husband to experience this feeling as well, this amazing, wonderful feeling. Just like Hoseok and Jimin. Why did destiny choose for Namjoon to be busy today?

Jimin bit his lip as he stared into Hoseok's eyes. He badly wanted to spill, but Hoseok shook his head and placed his index finger over his mouth.

"Don't be sad, hyung. I promise Namjoon will get to spend some bonding time with Yoongi. You know he doesn't usually have concerts too. He won't either, especially now since he's a daddy." Hoseok wrapped his arm over Seokjin's shoulder.

"Yeah, the fans are going to understand that the King of Seoul has other priorities too. RM has to take a break for a bit to become Namjoon too." Jimin chuckled.

Now, Namjoon was not actually the 'King of Seoul' (It's ironic to find who it kind of is later on). He is actually a song artist. A rapper and singer that goes by RM. His music is known by every single person in Seoul though, no matter what age. His lyrics and music are so diverse, it's hard to not even like him just a bit. Hence his popularity, he was given the nickname, King of Seoul. His fans like to tease that RM is their entire life and would let him rule over Seoul anytime. No one seemed to mind with that statement.

Seokjin nodded. His friends were right. Namjoon had promised they were going to settle down once they start their own family. Hoseok and Jimin had done it, and that itself was thought to be an impossible task in spite of who they were. Their entire relationship was a drama, Seokjin didn't even want to get into it again.

"We're about to reach Seoul in a bit. We should start getting ready because paparazzi will definitely be there." Hoseok stood up from the bed. "Come on Tae baby, we have to go get you ready."

"Ooh! Ooh! Is flashy gonna be there?" Taehyung asked after hearing what his daddy had said. He immediately made grabby hands towards Hoseok and the other gladly picked him up and settled him on his lap. Taehyung wrapped his arm loosely around Hoseok's shoulder and held his sippy cup in the other.

"Yes, flashy is going to be there because of the new babies. That's why we also have to get you, little star, all ready too because they always want to hear about TaeTae." Hoseok booped Taehyung's nose.

'Flashy' was what Taehyung had nicknamed the paparazzi. Although everyone had expected Taehyung to be shy on camera the first time they met him, they were completely wrong. The little loved the camera and the cameras loved him. He was a little diva (no pun intended), but everyone loved it too much and would just coo at Taehyung. It always made the little bright up.

"Do you think the new babies will be fine with all the cameras flashing?" Seokjin worriedly asked before standing up as well and walking over to the crib.

Seokjin placed the now asleep Yoongi on the mattress and made sure to tuck him in comfortably. He had replaced the bottle nipple with a simple blue pacifier because he was afraid the younger would wake up. He had still been sucking on the bottle in his sleep shockingly, so he just used the object as a replacement.

"Honestly, I don't even think they'll be awake through it unless they wake up before. They look so exhausted." Jimin commented as he rocked Jungkook a bit so he could continue to sleep. Jimin and Hoseok have only had Jungkook for less than a day, but they were definitely sure that the boy was a deep sleeper. Taehyung had accidentally knocked over a glass in their own room and Jungkook hadn't even stirred one bit.

"You're right. Hopefully he won't need a change or wake up from it before we get off." Seokjin trailed off at just the thought. He was already imagining when Yoongi would need his first diaper change and let's just say, he was sure going to have to put the pacifier strap back on by the amount of cursing and yelling Yoongi will do.

"Yeah, I have no advice on that. Good luck." Jimin chuckled and patted his hyung's shoulder after standing up as well.

Jimin was actually glad he didn't get a resisting baby this time. Jungkook was so compliant. It made it very easier than when they first got Taehyung.

Hoseok and Jimin started heading towards the door to leave to their own room, when Hoseok suddenly remembered something.

"Oh! Hyung! Are you going to be exposing him to the media today?" Hoseok asked Seokjin.

Seokjin frowned. "I'm trying not too, but we know they'll somehow be able to snap pictures no matter how much I'll try hiding him. I'm not introducing him yet until I make sure Yoongi's settled in at home." He explained. Jimin and Hoseok nodded.

"It's funny how he probably has no idea who he now is. The son of the King of Seoul, and the actual King of Seoul." Jimin started laughing loudly. Seokjin playfully hit the younger's shoulder.

"Yah. I'm not the King of Seoul." He commented.

"Not yet." Hoseok joined in and laughed as well.

"Yah. All of you, out. I no longer want your presence here!" Seokjin shooed his best friends out.

"Yes your majesty!" Taehyung joined in as well. Seokjin tsked at the little while Hoseok and Jimin continued to laugh, louder now. They made sure to give a high five to their little before they were all really shoved out. The eldest shut the door in their faces.

"Good luck, hyung!" He last heard Jimin yell from the other side of the door.

Seokjin sighed, a soft smile ghosting his lips.

He then turned his head and stared at Yoongi from across the room. His eyes were still lidded close with his chest rising in even breathes. He continued to sleep peacefully, for now.

Luck I will definitely need, Seokjin last thought.

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Seokjin changed into another warmer coat before pacing around his room to gather his things. The train was about to reach Seoul in a couple of minutes, so he was trying to gather his things and ready himself.

He had styled his hair back in a way that exposed his forehead. His light brown hair radiated along with his eyes and full lips. Everyone would assume he was doing it for the media (that will definitely be there at the arrival), but in reality he simply just enjoyed the look.

Seokjin had been putting some diamond earrings on when he suddenly saw Yoongi's body stir from the mirror's reflection. His heart had almost stopped, praying to all gods that the baby wouldn't wake up at a time like this, but thankfully it had been just a false alarm. Yoongi only repositioned himself before going back to breathing evenly.

"Hyung~" Seokjin jumped at the knock on his door. He walked over to the door and opened it unenthusiastically.

"Seriously Jimin! You could have woken the baby!" Seokjin scolded in a whisper. Jimin responded with a sheepish smile before bouncing Jungkook up into a better position on his hip. Seokjin was impressed with how strong Jimin was (or maybe it was because Jungkook was so light) because he was only holding the teenager with one hand while his other preoccupied an item.

"Sorry, hyung. I assumed he was awake since our Jungkookie awoke not too long ago." Jimin smiled before cooing back to his baby.

Jungkook didn't respond and only continued to play with his Appa's earrings. They we're shiny and pretty with some pretty gems. Jungkook has never seen anything so beautiful and so rich before. He wrapped his delicate fingers around the object as he sucked on his comforting white bunny pacifier.

"He's so cute and quiet." Seokjin smiled before slightly ruffling Jungkook's hair. He didn't touch it much because he didn't want to ruin the handsome little's look.

Unlike Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin decided it was okay to introduce Jungkook to Seoul. They had tried talking about it to Jungkook before, but the boy only responded with an uninterested shrug. He didn't really seem to care about many things and just let his new caregivers make decisions for him. Although it was good for Jimin and Hoseok, they knew they had to teach the teenager to be more independent as well and make sure to voice out what he wants or not. They have a feeling he didn't have a choice like that before.

"Yes, my handosme little boy." Jimin kissed Jungkook's cheek before walking over to sit on Seokjin's bed. "And he is very quiet. The only time I hear a sound from him is when I do this." Jimin said right before popping the pacifier out from Jungkook's mouth. The startled little let out a distraught noise and immediately tried reaching out for it with a cry.

"Shh baby, I'm just going to give you a bottle before we get off." Jimin said before lifting up his right hand and showing the boy the blue bottle with a shake of his hand.

"I think he probably took the paci as a comfort item. Like how Tae never really leaves that stuffed lion behind." Jimin explained while looking up to his hyung. He had Jungkook cradled in his arm now as he drank the bottle quietly. He was no longer distraught since he was getting food into his body.

Seokjin couldn't help but die inside at the sight of the boy. "So cute! I love how he's so well behaved. You really struck gold with him." He commented as he watched the boy relax against Jimin.

The fellow caregiver nodded and smiled as well. "I think fate let me take a break. I don't know if I would be able to handle two Taehyungs in my house." Jimin playfully teased.

As if right on cue, the said little came running into the room and jumped on the bed to sit next to Jimin.

"Tae! What did we say about running?" Hoseok followed no more than a few seconds after.

"Oooh. Mr. Handsome guys." Seokjin teased when he saw how Hoseok and Taehyung were dressed.

"Why are all of you dressed as if you're going to an awards show? We are literally just getting out of a train." Seokjin asked after just realizing Jimin and Jungkook were dressed fancy as well.

Hoseok had a black suit on with his black hair mopped over his forehead. Jimin had a blue suit as well and had styled his blonde hair back instead, making his eyes shine brighter.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was dressed in a plaid red shirt and jeans. He wore a beanie with cat ears at the top and suspenders over his shirt that showed his childish nature. Jungkook was also dressed well with a white shirt and overalls. He wore a red bucket hat over his black fluffy hair. Once you become a Jung and Park, there was no way you won't be dressed stylish.

"Because according to the news filling my feed, our train arrival should be the biggest thing in Seoul history." Hoseok said after he noticed articles filling his news feed on his phone. He showed one of them to his friend and husband.

In just a few hours, The Selection train creators and star crossed married lovers, Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok, should be arriving back to Seoul after departing to find their second little for their family. They had decided it was time for an addition to the family after adopting the brightful Kim Taehyung three years ago and-

Seokjin scrolled the long history of his best friends' relationship and life history since he has read it a million times and also lived  through it as well.

And not only did the Park-Jung family decide to bring a little one home today. The Kim Seokjin, son of our King Kim Joo-Hyuk, is also one of the passengers to participate in Selection Day this year. Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon (Korea's Music Idol King), Seoul's Star Couple, will finally start the family they have talked over for years. Who are the two lucky children that have been chosen by these families? And how will these couples adjust to the new addition?

Seokjin blinked after he finished reading.

"Wow. The paparazzi really do know how to write dramatically." He simply said before shrugging and going back to finishing on putting back his earrings.

"I still can't believe you're basically the King of Korea. Why don't you act like a king?" Jimin asked. Seokjin scowled and hit the younger's shoulder.

"It's because I'm not the King of Korea, my father is. My step  father. I didn't sign up for all of this. I don't even want to be the future king." Seokjin commented with another shrug.

"Well prince charming, you better appreciate what you got then. Cause we told you we will help you build up Korea again once you take the throne. Creating that train wasn't so easy. All those people suffering out there are basically counting on you." Hoseok patted Seokjin's shoulder before standing next to his husband.

Seokjin was about to speak again when a knock on his door made everyone jump.

"Mr. Jung. Mr. Park. Mr. Kim. We have arrived to the station. The other passengers are leaving already. Please decide who is exiting first so our security could keep guard." The train manager said behind the door before promptly walking away.

"Ooh! Ooh! Flashy! Daddy! Appa! Flashy!" Taehyung stood up from the bed where he had been playing with his stuffed lion for the last ten minutes. He ran to the tinted windows and pointed to all the flashing cameras taking pictures of the train and the other celebrity passengers outside.

Seokjin began walking to the crib where Yoongi slept soundly. "I could go out first so you guys can have more time with the cameras- "

"No!" Jimin suddenly blurted out. Seokjin was startled. Hoseok turned to his husband and gave him a pointed look. He wasn't supposed to act so obvious.

"I mean, I kind of wanted to go out first, hyung. Taehyung will be grumpy if he, um, stays in here any longer. He wants to pose for the cameras already. Right, Tae?" Jimin asked, hoping his little will be able to play on. Thankfully, Taehyung was in his own world as he pressed his face against the glass.

"Flashy! Flashy!" He simply chanted while still pointing.

"Okay...you can go first then." Seokjin suspiciously said.

Hoseok nodded. He called over Taehyung and made him hold his hand. There was no way he was going to let him go when possibly the whole city was just outside.

"You going to be okay with all the cameras out there, baby?" Jimin softly asked Jungkook again. The baby had just finished his bottle and had his pacifier returned. He had his head resting on Jimin's chest since the caregiver continued to keep him cradled. Jimin had realized Jungkook enjoyed the position too, probably because he felt so close to the older. Jungkook would curl his hand into the fabric of Jimin's shirt to make sure the older definitely didn't leave him alone.

The baby simply nodded as he closed his eyes. His small headache didn't want to make him think and simply didn't care about anything.

"Okay, I'll try to follow after you guys get into your limousine. Who knows if we'll even reach it." Seokjin laughed before gathering Yoongi into his arms.

He decided to cradle him as well since he didn't want much cameras to get him. He placed a blue, duck pattered blanket to cover Yoongi's body to protect him from the paparazzi and Seoul's cold weather. He was definitely glad Yoongi slept like a rock. His exhaustion didn't even make him move an inch.

"Daddyyyy! Flashyyy!" Taehyung frowned as he pulled Hoseok's arm towards the door. He lightly stomped his foot as he was getting irritated in just standing.

"Aish, we're going, we're going. My little diva, you better be on your best behavior or else we'll ask flashy to go away next time." Hoseok warned. Taehyung stopped pulling and pouted instead. He knew his daddy was capable into doing that, so he decided to stop his temper tantrum before it could start.

"Okay, we'll start going now." Jimin said as he walked to the door with Jungkook. Hoseok and Taehyung had already exited towards the hallway.

"Oh, good luck by the way hyung." Jimin said again. Seokjin smiled.

"I hope he doesn't mess up somehow and make a fool of himself." Jimin then added with a sheepish smile.

"What?" Seokjin asked confused.

Jimin only bit his lip to keep from smiling and winked before disappearing off.

"I swear baby, I need new friends. They give me that look and I don't know if they're planning me a party, or a murder." He teased to a sleeping Yoongi. Of course, he didn't get a respond back except for a small suckle of his pacifier. Seokjin admired him for a second d before kissing his forehead. He then tried covering Yoongi more with the blanket before exiting his room as well.

He walked towards the main exit where a couple of six or so security guards waited for him. He greeted all of them kindly along with a smile.

He watched as his fellow best friends' family walked out the train and we're immediately mobbed. Click after click, flash after flash. A lot of the paparazzi came to each family member. Many came to ask Jimin and Hoseok information over the new little, they asked Taehyung how it felt to be an older brother now, and they just surrounded Jungkook for pictures. Taehyung waved at everyone and smiled. Jungkook simply curled himself closer to Jimin but everyone cooed at just the movement. Honestly, Jungkook was so cute, he could have just breathed and the world would faint. Seokjin let them pass by first so the entire train station wouldn't get out of control.

In the meantime, he continued staring at the perfect family. Jimin and Hoseok shared a passionate kiss, not afraid to let anyone see, in front of their limousine. It's not like anyone minded either way, they were the couple everyone loved. Seokjin sighed, again wishing his husband was here with him. He wished he could at least just see him, although it was basically impossible now.

"Are you ready, Mr. Kim?" The front security guard asked. Seokjin deeply inhaled, then exhaled. He stared down at Yoongi from the opening crack of the blanket and made sure he was okay and asleep. Once he was sure everything was fine, he nodded.

All the security guards surrounding him began to walk once he stepped forward to go out the door and down the stairs. Cameras and questions were immediately pointed towards him. Screams from fangirls and the elders cooing at the baby filled the handsome prince's ears. He had been staring downwards the entire time, trying to get through the crowd as quick as possible, when a body in his way made him stop.

He looked up and gasped. His eyes widened and mouth hung open when he recognized the familiar face, smiling down at him as they made eye contact.

He held roses.

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The paparazzi turned louder than a concert when Namjoon kissed his husband in the middle of the train station. He wore a black suit and he held Seokjin's favorite flowers, roses of all color assorts, in between them.

"What are you doing here? What about your concert?" Seokjin softly asked once they had let go of each other.

"You seriously think I would choose a concert over our first Selection Day?" Namjoon smirked before kissing his husband again.

"Well, I did marry you because you were unpredictable." Seokjin answered back with a smile. Namjoon returned a wide smile of his own, his dimples exposed.

He then leaned down to kiss Yoongi's forehead, moving the blanket a crack. The cameras we're sent into a frenzy, click after click, because they were able to get a glimpse of the new nicknamed 'Little Prince of Seoul'.

"Come on before they attack us and we'll never leave. He looks like he's going to wake up." Namjoon whispered into Seokjin's ear with a light tease, although everything he said was true. Yoongi was beginning to stir in Seokjin's arm, the cameras clicking and people screaming starting to bother him.

Namjoon then let Seokjin pass first and held a protective arm over him. He seemed as if he were a security guard as he protected his husband from the crowd and led him through, making Seokjin smile because of his heart fluttering husband. Seokjin didn't need any of the six men protecting him, he only needed his husband's.

"Mr. Kim Seokjin-ssi, how does it feel to have a little one of your own now?"

"Is his name really Yoongi, Seokjin and Namjoon-ssi? And are the rumors true that you chose a resisting baby like you said you would?"

"Kim Namjoon-ssi! Is it true that you decided to cancel all previous planned activities as RM for the next couple of months to raise your new little?"

Seokjin was shocked with the last question he heard. He gave a surprised look to his husband. Namjoon simply waved it off, a signal to say they'll discuss about it later before pushing him to walk more.

After a lot of struggling, they finally reached their limousine and entered safely. Namjoon took Yoongi from Seokjin so the older could enter comfortably. The door closed behind them and they finally sat down. There were still a lot of cameras and civilians surrounding their tinted limousine.

"You look handsome today." Namjoon finally complimented as he took in his husband for the first time. He admired Seokjin's beauty with amazed eyes.

"I always look handsome. What are you talking about?" Seokjin responded with a smirk and a quirk of his eyebrow.

"But you don't look too bad yourself. Not like you ever don't." Seokjin smiled. Namjoon revealed his dimpled smile again. He then looked away from Seokjin and then at the new little in his arms.

"Hoseok and Jimin were right by all the secret pictures they took of you and Yoongi. He's cute. Cuter in person." Namjoon looked down at his little baby and brushed the blonde bangs away from his eyes.

"He's so light, isn't he? He's as light as how Tae was the first week Hoseok and Jimin got him. Jungkook is even lighter than him. They weigh like nothing." Seokjin informed his husband. Seokjin was basically a food enthusiast, feeling someone so light could barely process his mind. How can so many people live like this in such a world?

"Well we'll definitely make sure he's better fed, taken care of, and loved for. He'll eventually learn to enjoy his new life soon. I hope he can trust us too." Namjoon whispered as he nuzzled his nose against Yoongi's bleached hair. 

Seokjin nodded as he stared at the little boy. He then looked out the window and continued to see the paparazzi's cameras still flashing and pointing towards their limo. Although they couldn't be seen, the media wanted to catch everything, even the expensive ride.

The two continued to talk for a bit as they waited for the driver to start and leave. 

Unknown to the two, a particular loud fangirl scream from outside had finally startled the sleeping little awake. He carefully opened his eyes, sleep clouding them, as he last tried to remember what job he had slept on this time and possibly be fired from next. Or what road he had passed out again on from exhaustion or starvation while heading home. All these were common little things, he wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter since he doesn't remember finding food after the ones he stole for his family.

With this thought in mind, it wasn't much of a surprise on why Yoongi nearly had a heart attack when a flash went off the second he opened his eyes. Although the windows were tinted, everything was still clear for the people inside. Yoongi scrunched his eyes, trying to regain his vision, when his ears finally heard all the commotion outside. He snapped his eyes open in fear.

I'm not home, Yoongi quickly thought as his heart thumped out his chest. There were probably hundreths of people surrounding the limousine, everyone with devices pointing towards Yoongi, ones he has never seen in his life. 

"I think he woke up." A deep voice vibrated against his head, making him lose his focus on the people outside.

His head was fuzzy. He was still half asleep in his head for being suddenly awoken. This is why Yoongi literally tried to run away when he noticed he was in the arms of a handsome, young unknown man.

Yoongi let out a whimper when he realized he couldn't move his legs or arms. Where was he? Who was this man? Why couldn't he move? Yoongi's mind still felt unconscious from the sleep, he was unable to think properly of what happened. He was too panicked to try to remember on how he got here.

"Hey, shh you're okay baby. We're just going home." Namjoon began to panic hinself and began to rock the boy when he realized how hard the boy was breathing. 

Yoongi started to let out tears at the corner of his eyes. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. All he knew was that he couldn't move and he was in an unknown place with unknown people everywhere and a man saying they were going home, but it was definitely not his home. Yoongi's eyes remained scrunched close as he fought with himself to breathe.

"He's having a panic attack Joon." He faintly heard a voice from afar worry. "Here, let me take him." The voice said again.

Yoongi's eyes remained close when he felt himself being moved (unable to even think do the action) and let out more tears of pain. He choked on himself because of how tight his lungs were.

"Hey, shhhh baby. Appa's here? You remember Appa? I got you. You're safe. We're just going home, okay? Daddy and I are taking you home. You're alright." A voice suddenly whispered down at his ear. 

Yoongi finally stopped whimpering. It was probably the first time Yoongi felt reassured since his startled awakening. He recongnized that voice. His mind couldn't really process from where, but he definitely recognized that voice. It was a soft, caring voice. He finally opened his eyes and stared right up to soft brown ones.

"Yeah? You see? You're fine, baby boy. No need to be worried." The handsome man said down to him with a smile. Yoongi tiredly blinked and felt his hair being brushed back. He closed his eyes at the relaxing stroke of his hair and the rocking that soothed him. No need to be worried? Yes, Yoongi had every right to be woried. But he was still half asleep and the comfort of the voice made him want to relax. He didn't want to think any more of everything happening around him. Maybe when he was fully awake later will it make sense, but he does not want to deal with it now.

He clutched the shirt of the person who cradled him and finally let out a relaxed breathe. The combination of the silence and rocking helped him relax once again.

"I think he's already attached to you." Namjoon commented softly with a smile as he stared at the little clutching for dear life on his husband as he continued to be rocked. Yoongi was breathing evenly now, showing how he was finally back asleep.

"It's because he only knows me. Once he gets introduced to you and is in his real headspace, he'll be daddy's little boy." Seokjin commented with a smile at the corner of his lips. He stared into Yoongi's sleeping face and wiped the stray tears on his cheeks.

"No, he'll definitely be Appa's little boy. He's going to be a show off little prince and be really spoiled." Namjoon commented with a smirk. Seokjin gave him a look and playfully hit him.

"You better not be calling me a show off or spoiled, Namjoon-ah." Seokjin gave him a look although he wanted to smile himself.

"Of course not, you're majesty." Namjoon responded with a smirk. If it weren't for Yoongi in his arms, Seokjin would have really hit him by now.

"So why did you choose him?" Namjoon suddenly asked. "He's perfect, of course, but I know how you spend a while trying to find the right one. How was he the right one?" Namjoon asked softly. He lifted Yoongi's discarded pacifier from the seat of the car and brought it up to the sleeping boy's mouth. It had fallen during the startling panic attack. He smiled when Yoongi unconsciously took it and began to suck on the object. It was always a great soother for new littles.

"I actually didn't think I was going to choose him." Seokjin admitted as he remained staring at Yoongi.

"But...he was drawing." He carefully finished his sentence.

"He was drawing the train we came in and he just looked so happy. It reminded me so much of the times Tae draws and how excited he is when he shows it to Hoseok and Jimin. He had a childish glint to it, I guess." Seokjin shrugged.

"He was rude to me at first, but I could tell he was actually sweet. It's an act. There is no way a soft face like his could be completely rude. I could tell by the down eyes he had, when his stomach growled as he drew along with the tired eyes that haven't rested in ages that it was all just an act. I knew he probably needed this the most from all the kids there. I just want to see him finally relaxed and happy. He's suffered too much." Seokjin finished speaking. 

Namjoon stared at his husband for a couple of seconds, falling in love with him all over again. After a minute, he finally nodded and looked back down to Yoongi. He stroked his cheek again.

"We'll definitely make sure you don't suffer anymore, baby boy."

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Eventually after a short ride, the limousine arrived to it's destination. In a gated secluded area (not that secluded because they had neighbors) from the main city, they drove into the driveway of their new home. It was a big house, but not as big as a mansion which would be expected from the couple. Although the two had much fame, they acted as everyone else. They just wanted to live as much of a normal life as they could with their status.

Seokjin and Namjoon thanked the driver after he opened their door. The two exited and walked over to the front door of their house. Seokjin held Yoongi's sleeping body in his arms and walked towards their front door.

"Wait!" Namjoon ran from where he had stood speaking to the driver. He hadn't even noticed his husband leave his side. The surprise could've been ruined.

Seokjin raised an eyebrow from where his hand was already wrapped around the knob.

"Did you destroy something and you don't want me to see yet?" Seokjin suspiciously asked.

"No, not this time." Namjoon laughed. "I just wanted to open my surprise for you."

That is all what Namjoon said before he pushed their door open. There in their spacious modern looking living room, was a long banner hung up which read 'Welcome home, baby boy.' There were a lot of balloons hung up around with beautiful decorations, bows and toys. The beautiful blue silk ribbons that were spread about the room made the house shine brightly as the sun reflected against it. Seokjin' mouth hung open in admiration.

"Wow, Joonie. It's so beautiful." He could only say. He walked over to the beautiful flowers that were placed on a table underneath the grand banner. These were definitely for him because it was his own favorite colors and roses. Flowers were his second favorite thing after food.

"Maybe this would have have been great though if the baby was actually awake to see it." Seokjin laughed but nevertheless pulled his husband's shirt down to kiss him. Namjoon sheepishly smiled once they let go.

"He'll see it eventually." Namjoon only responsded. Seokjin scoffed.

"Well, I love it either way. I love you either way." Seokjin pecked his husband again. He didn't know how he got blessed with a such a cheesy, but cute husband.

Seokjin then started heading towards the stairs.

"I'm gonna go put him down so he can continue sleeping. I'm going to have to talk you about something when I come back." Seokjin simply said with a serious stare before leaving the room. Namjoon didn't say anything, standing to deal with his own confusement on what Seokjin could want to talk about.

The elder went up the stairs to the second level. He made sure to not jostle the smaller around, not wanting to wake him up just yet. He had to make sure Yoongi was well rested so he could maybe adjust better to his new home. He walked down the hall, passing his own room that he shared with Namjoon, before reaching a clean white door.

Seokjin opened it and he was surprised how much Namjoon had done in the short time he was gone. The room - or more like nursery - looked absolutely beautiful. The left side held a white wooden crib with warm fleece blankets and stuffed animals inside. A mobile hung over the comfortable mattress, hot air balloons that would circle and play music once it was in use. Seokjin noticed how there were clear linen royal curtains over the crib as well, something that wasn't there before so Namjoon had must have added to it.

The walls of the nursery had a beautiful childish feel to it, mostly because of Taehyung. One light pale blue wall had a beautiful painted scenery of the forest, thanks to Jimin for using his talent in art to make it for them. The other side was a bit different though. Since Jimin had been distracted on making the painting, they had left their eyes off of Taehyung for a while.

"Look Appa! Look Appa! Tae paint too!" Seokjin recalls the excited voice. He laughed when he saw Taehyung's handprints all over the wall and stick figures littering around it. There stood his own version of the painted forest on it. Seokjin had just laughed off Jimin's apologies and said it was all right. Truthfully, he loved Taehyung's painting better.

"I hope you do learn how to adjust well, baby boy." Seokjin whispered as he placed the exhausted body over the soft mattress. He tucked him in and made sure to pull the covers all the way up so the boy could be warm. Yoongi stirred a bit, but not enough to wake himself up. Instead, he only made himself more comfortable and started to suck on the pacifier once again. Seokjin grinned.

After making sure he was situated, he took the baby monitor from the room and walked towards the door. Seokjin gave one last glance before turning off the lights and left back downstairs.

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Yoongi blinked his eyes opens. His vision was blurred as he stretched his arms out. He felt so comfortable. His body felt as if it slept on a cloud of eternity, never having a long sleep in years and on something so warm. He sleepily smiled. Why did he feel so comfortable? Did he miss a week of work?

His smiled faltered when he stretched his arm a bit more, and it hit againat a hard block. What was that? Yoongi shifted his body a bit and noiced a bar. He blinked. Bars? He sleepily thought. Where was he? Prison? He turned his head and his heart began to pound. He couldn't see anything. It was as dark as night. 

Where am I? What happened? He started to search through his memories, wondering how he got to this situation. He stole food. He went back home. He gave it to his family and then he left for Selection D- 

Yoongi's blood ran cold. He quickly sat up on the bed and began to pull on the bars of the crib. Unfortunately he was only able to weakly grab it because of the drugs still running through his body. He frowned, realizing he could barely feel his legs. 

He tried to yell out for someone to come get him. Not because he wanted to fight back (although that was mainly the reason), but because he really didn't enjoy the dark room. He was never a fan of dark places. Yoongi was surprised when he opened his mouth, but he couldn't yell either. He was barely able to bring his weak hand to his mouth, and felt an object gagging his mouth. 

The lights suddenly turned on. Yoongi groaned at the sudden change.

"Aw, morning baby. Had a good sleep?" A soft voice asked. Yoongi opened his eyes, a wave of rush running through his body. Now he remembered him.

Seokjin's hands were suddenly felt underneath his armpits as he was easily lifted up and placed on the older's hip. Yoongi whined and pulled his body away. He tried to yell and began to shake his head. This was now a sign he will always do so the man could take the strapped object off him.

"My sweet boy, it's not strapped. You could spit it out." Seokjin commented after he realized why Yoongi was so fussy. With one pull from the handle, he popped it out of the shorter's mouth. Yoongi's face reddened. He had been voluntarily sucking on that thing?!

"You're so cute, huh? Little kitten is more relaxed after his nap." Seokjin commented as he bounced the boy a bit and moved the bed hair out of his eyes.

Seokjin walked to the other side of the room and laid him down on the changing table. Yoongi began to try to get up, but was reprimanded quickly.

"Ah ah, lay back down. You're still weak and you can accidentally fall off. I'm just going to get you a change of clothes." Seokjin warned from the walk in closet he had already stepped into. 

Yoongi peeked his head to the side and was shocked at how high he was off the ground. It wasn't so much that it could kill him, but he could get seriously injured. Yoongi let out an unsatisfied noise, hating every single thing about the situation he was in. He tried to see if he could move his legs. The best he could do was bend them which was at least a start compared to hours ago.

"Okay baby, I'm just going to change you into another onesie and we'll go downstairs, okay?" Seokjin's voice brought Yoongi's attention back. He flinched away when the older reached down to remove the footed onesie.

"Get the fuck away from me." Yoongi sub consciously fought back.

Seokjin sighed. He knew everything had been going too smooth to be true.

"Baby, I promise I won't be doing anything to hurt you." The man reassured. "And don't you think the onesie is cute? Look, it has a puppy!" The caregiver smiled. He pointed at the small puppy design on the corner of the blue onesie.

"Yeah, it's cute." Yoongi responded back. "If it were for an actual baby." He added with a scowl.

Seokjin sighed. "You know babies don't exist in Korea anymore, Yoongi-ah. This is the reason we have Selection Day in the first place." He commented back as he stared into Yoongi's eyes.

Yoongi stared off for a second. Shit. He almost let that slip. He was supposed to be protecting his family, not exposing them- Wait.

"My family." He whispered out in realization. How could he have let his mind slip all this time? Here he was enjoying food in his stomach and a warm bed while his real family suffered back at home. What kind of person was he becoming?

Seokjin was stroking his hair. He had begun doing the action so he could try making the younger less tense. He stopped when he heard the boy's words.

"I- I need to go back home. I can't let them suffer on their own. T-they won't survive." Yoongi began to plead again. He wasn't cursing and yelling now. Instead he was pleading with begging eyes and a terrified expression. Seokjin bit his lip as he stared at the boy's face. He was going to hate that look too.

"Who is your family, baby prince?" Seokjin finally asked with a quiet voice.

Yoongi blinked. Did the man actually ask who his family was? This was the first time the man actually took his words into consideration instead of answering with the same 'you have a new family now.' He was even considering if he heard right.

Once Yoongi had realized that he did in fact get asked that question, the boy was ready to spill everything out. Where they exactly lived and what road. He wanted to tell him about his mother and three sisters. How he also had a baby brother who was probably crying at this exact moment back at Daegu.

Yoongi was ready to spill out everything when he suddenly remembered that he couldn't. He won't. Out of his four siblings, only one was legal. What if he told Seokjin and they send the police to Daegu? They'll take away his two youngest sisters and his baby brother, and what would they do to them? Can he trust Seokjin with this information? Was this a trick?

"T-They're..." Yoongi searched for words. "...the sweetest people." He whispered out. 

They are sweet people that don't deserve the life they are living right now.

Seokjin was silent. He was expecting more information than that. Once he realized that was it, he sighed. He returned to his happy mood, not wanting to press any further if Yoongi didn't want to talk about it.

"Here, let me get you dressed and then we could go down." The man said.

"Your daddy really wants to meet you, sweet boy." Seokjin cheekily grinned, already seeing his husband's smile in his head. But Yoongi wasn't grinning. It took his mind a couple of seconds to process it. His mouth gaped at the new information.

"I really have two of you?!" Yoongi suddenly asked in disbelief. He was so distracted, he didn't even realize Seokjin was undressing him and getting the new outfit on. His thoughts were running a mile a minute, too busy to focus.

Seokjin laughed. "Yes, there's really two of us. You have an Appa and Daddy like Taehyung and Jungkook do." Seokjin grinned as he snapped the buttons together in between the baby's legs. The noise made Yoongi come out of his dazed state. His face heated up. The material of the soft diaper peeked out of the fabric of the onesie, his legs exposed as well. It was very different than the blue fooed sleeper Yoongi previously had on.

"Aw, there's nothing to be shy about baby. I promise. Daddy and I, and probably all of Korea, think you are the cutest baby ever." Seokjin reassured before picking the younger up and let the boy's legs go on each side of him. Yoongi buried his face in the caregiver's shoulder in embarrassement.

"Let's go down to the living room, hm?" Seokjin kissed the side of Yoongi's head. Before he left the nursery, Seokjin grabbed the familiar duck patterned fleece blanket. Yoongi physically relaxed when he saw and felt the item get draped over his shoulders. It was a very warm blanket and it made himself feel less embarrassed since it covered most of the outfit. It also reminded him so much of his baby brother who had a similar blanket back at home. He curled his fist into the fabric of the blanket and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, baby. You just woke up from a long nap." Seokjin laughed once he felt the boy relaxing against him too much. He bounced him a bit as he headed out to the stairs. Yoongi was about to open his mouth and say how he rather be asleep for an entire year than be in this house, until he noticed the change of scenery. Yoongi tiredly lifted his head and was shocked at how big the living room was once they reached it. This room could be the size of his entire home back at Daegu.

"Aish, where did daddy go, huh? He probably went back upstairs to the studio." Seokjin commented when he noticed his husband wasn't there. 

Yoongi was too busy admiring the floor of that room (since his head could only stretch out so high in the position) that he barely realized how he was being put down on another crib-like area. It wasn't a crib though because it had only toys inside and instead of bars, it was just a see through cover. He didn't care that he was put into another baby-like equipment at the moment, being too busy still admiring the home. He was actually glad he was placed into the thing if it meant he wasn't being held by the other. Yoongi felt like the man could've dropped him any second, especially down the stairs.

"Stay here baby and I'll go get daddy, okay?" Seokjin didn't even wait for a response before rushing back upstairs.

Oh, because I was definitely planning to run away right now, Yoongi angrily thought. His fingers could barely move on their own.

Yoongi sighed as he laid with his body on its side. He really wanted to go back to sleep despite just waking up. He just wanted to sleep, and dream that he was home, where his family was in-

" -from Daegu."

Yoongi's eyebrows scrunched as he heard his hometown being echoed by someone's voice. He lifted his head. Where did that voice coming from?

"Yes, and it is indeed one of the best news of the year!" He heard a man's voice this time.

Yoongi turned his head, desperately trying to figure out where it was coming from. Was it from that rectangular box thing that stood in front of the leather couch?

Yoongi tried crawling to the other side of the prison (he was calling it that since it practically felt like one) to see if it actually was coming from it. Was it a TV? It looked like the one they had back at Daegu. And when he means one, he literally means one. The entire village only had one in the town's main super market. A big dusty old square that barely got anything. Yoongi had never really seen a TV like the one in front of him be so thin and clear. It was amazing to Yoongi's eyes.

After a bit more struggling to crawl over, Yoongi was finally able to catch a good glimpse of the television. It was a man and woman speaking. There were a bunch of words underneath them, but it's not like Yoongi cared about what is said. He couldn't even read a simple letter.

"Yes, RM is sure excited about the new family member. He even cancelled all his planned activities- " 

Yoongi got lost in thought. RM...RM...He's heard that name before. From where though?

Suddenly, the television began playing a sudden dramatic tune accompanied with a fast rap. Yoongi's memory got triggered.

RM! He's the greatest music artist of Korea! Yoongi suddenly felt excited that he was able to recall the name.

He remembers hearing a couple of songs of the artist when he was hiding out in the supermarket's food storage (don't ask). He had actually enjoyed the music to his own shock. Yoongi had later learned that the artist had been RM after eavesdropping on a couple of girls fangirling over him. A security guard he had befriended from one year of Selection Day had basically given the artist's entire life story to Yoongi as well. It was obvious the security guard was a fan. He remembers the security guard even telling him that RM had recently married, to a guy surprisingly, which caused Seoul to explode in excitement at the wedding. Yoongi remembers being shocked by that information, not expecting the tough musician to be homosexual.

But what was his husband's name again...

"RM decided to surprise his husband, Kim Seokjin, at the train station as well! He honestly surprised all of us too. It is no surprise on why he is almsot everyone's ideal type." The news woman laughed.

Seokjin! There you go! That was his na- , Yoongi's smile dropped. He paused for a moment, realization slowly reeling in.

Seokjin?! He internally yelled. As in the one who had chosen him for Selection Day just a few hours ago?!

Yoongi's stomach dropped when he saw his Seokjin's face appear on the television screen. His Appa. They showed a few clips of the man waving and smiling first before it cut off to the scenes of a packed train station. Yoongi's face paled when he caught himself on the television screen, asleep in between Seokjin and Namjoon sharing a loving kiss.

"Everyone absolutely adores this new completed family! We are also especially excited for Min Yoongi, now Kim Yoongi, who is now the new addition to the royal family."

Yoongi did a double take. What?!

"Yes, I'm sure that our future King, Kim Seokjin, will make sure to lead Yoongi a great life along with his husband, Kim Namjoon." The man smiled. "We will be heading to commercial now, but once we return we will be revealing more information on the royal family and background information over the new baby, Min Yoongi. This is a great day in history!"

Yoongi stared at the television with wide eyes.

"Yes, and after that we will be sharing our special footage of the hugest CEOs and The Selection Day creators, Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin-ssi, with their own new little, Jungkook. He is the second little after Korea's little star, Taehyung, and will probably grow into a great life as well. We will be revealing more information of the star crossed married lover's family once we return."

Yoongi's mouth remained gaped open as he saw the logo of the news site cut in with dramatic music. The screen turned balck before immediately going to commercial. Yoongi didn't even try to look at the television. Instead, he stared blankly ahead of himself. Yoongi was trying to process everything he just heard.

He blinked once. Twice.

What?! His mind screamed again.

Yoongi had still been in his shocked dazed when he heard footsteps echo from the stairs. He decided to snap out of it and instead sat up and leaned against the screen of his prison. He clutched the edge of the blue blanket that still covered him, fidgeting nervously.

A few blinks later, and he saw the one and only RM, his daddy, and the prince of Korea Kim Seokjin, his Appa, come into his view. The two had been staring at each other lovingly before looking down at their baby. The handsome royal men now stared lovingly at him. 

Yoongi gulped.

Yes, he definitely did not sign up for this.

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"Aw, sweetheart. Had you been trying to go back to sleep again?" Seokjin cooed first before leaning down to pet down Yoongi's messy hair. Yoongi didn't say anything. Instead, he nervously side glanced at Namjoon, the tall man standing in a simple loose shirt and pants. He had dimples as he smiled at Yoongi. The teenager hadn't imagined the man to look so sweet and handsome based off how strong his music (and language) was.

Yoongi almost yelped when he felt himself being lifted up again, completely out of it at the moment. He didn't know why but he immediately hid his face in the crook of Seokjin's neck, even though he felt almost nervous doing that. His eyes still shifted as he tried to process everything he just heard.

I'm hugging the prince, his brain screamed at him. The prince who had so much power, he could technically order to fire any person in Korea or kill them.

Okay, now Yoongi was going too far, but it was technically true.

Yoongi continued to think, his mind racing. But he's my Appa, the boy couldn't help but feel reassured for just a bit. Up until he found out who the man truly was, Yoongi hadn't been afraid of him. Seokjin had been nice and caring towards him all this time. He was just, taking care of him. If the situation wasn't so weird, Yoongi would actually like being here-

Oh my god I'm seriously going crazy here, Yoongi snapped out if it.

He felt himself being sat along with Seokjin. He remained straddling the young prince's lap and had his arms around his neck in a tight hold, due to the previous fear of being dropped. Yoongi knew he was extremely light, but he couldn't help but be worried of being accidentally dropped by the older.

His face almost touched the leather of the couch, not bothering to face neither one of them. Yoongi couldn't help but wonder how much this single piece of furniture cost. Probably more than anyone could ever earn in Daegu, Yoongi couldn't help but think.

"Hey, baby boy." Seokjin whispered into his ear. "Come say hi, baby. Don't you want to meet daddy?" Seokjin tried to pry him out. He rubbed comforting circles on his back, but Yoongi was far from being comforted.

He didn't know why, but he shook his head quickly and held a tighter grasp onto Seokjin. Why did knowing their status make him have more fear now? Was it because if they surely didn't like him, they could just throw him away? Aren't they allowed to do that? Who could stop them?

Seokjin laughed. "My little shy boy. Come on, daddy isn't going to bite."

That was all Yoongi's ears were able to hear before he felt himself being pulled away from the warm body. A pitiful cry escaped from the bottom of his throat as he felt another pair of strong arms hold him under his own. They were cold, strong hands that weren't making him feel any better at the moment. Yoongi's head felt stressed at the movement, making him unknowingly let out small whimpers.

"Shhh, don't cry little prince. I promise daddy isn't going to hurt you, ever." A voice that was definitely deeper than Seokjin's was heard next to his ear. The voice that everyone knew by heart was whispering into his. Yoongi's eyes were shut close, but he could feel himself being held by muscular arms. His body leaned on its side as he sat across the man's lap.

"Come on, sweetheart. Can daddy see his beautiful boy?"

Yoongi opened his eyes and they immediately stared into dark, but somehow soft looking, brown eyes. The man holding him was handsome of course since everyone in Seoul seemed to be like a model. He had nice light brown hair that parted into two over his forehead. Yoongi's heart leaped at how close he was to this man.

At the back of the throat, he let out a small whine and tried to pull away. He was done with strangers for the day and he did not feel comfortable knowing he was sitting on the greatest musician of Korea's lap. Yoongi used to idolize this man at one point too, making him feel even more weirded out.

So instead of staying where he was, he turned his head towards the other young man that sat across from them. Yoongi didn't know why, but he began to stretch out his arms towards Seokjin. He let out another whine, his throat still feeling too scratchy to speak, as a pitiful effect to take him back. He would rather have the comforting prince than the scary looking idol at the moment thank you very much.

Oh god, what is my life now, Yoongi realized what he had just thought.

"What's wrong, baby?" Seokjin took Yoongi back when he began to get fussy. Once in his arms, Yoongi had went to his first position before he had been taken. He wrapped his legs on each side of Seokjin and hugged his neck, tighter than before. The teenager buried his face against the crooked of Seokjin's neck.

To say Seokjin was surprised was an understatement. Yoongi had been yelling and cursing at him not too long ago, but now he clung to him with so much fear. What happened?

Seokjin shared a worried look over to his husband. Namjoon didn't seem much affected by the action. He actually seemed as if he were in deep thought. Seokjin was about to ask his husband what he thinks is up with the boy, until a voice interrupted them.

"And we are back with more footage of the royal family! Here is some extra footage of the arrival of Prince Kim Seokjin and his husband Kim Namjoon, with their new little, Min Yoongi and- "

Namjoon sub consciously grabbed the remote control and lowered the volume. His finger had been hovered over the minus button, when the realization finally seemed to dawn on him. He turned his head. His thoughts were confirmed when he noticed Yoongi peeking at the screen a bit before quickly going back to his hiding place once he realized he was being watched.

"Yoongi," Namjoon quietly called out. "Do you know who we are?" He asked with caring eyes.

Yoongi didn't say anything. He cotemplated with himself on whether he should answer or not. Well, he wouldn't be able to hide forever, right? He peeked an eye out from where he had, shyly starting at Namjoon's concerned face.

Seokjin felt a small nod from his neck and then the warm breathe of Yoongi's.

"T-The TV. You're RM and y-you're the prince." He whispered because of his sore throat. Yoongi cursed at himself for sounding so weak and scared, but what's done was done.

Namjoom tried to crack an encouraging smile. "Yeas, we are. Is it okay for you baby boy? Or is it too much?" The young man asked in a small voice, as if he was talking to a fragile human. Was that how the teenager seems at the moment? Scared and fragile?

Yoongi was impressed at how considerate the man seemed. Well, at least considerate enough since he was still part of this entire deal that Yoongi deeply hated.

The teenager shrugged before he quietly whispered, "I-I just wanna go home. I need to help my family. I- I don't even deserve to be here." Yoongi said barely above a whisper. His eyes were down casted as he sub consciously fisted his hold on Seokjin's shoulder. He couldn't even mention his family or else he would be sent into spiral thoughts of anything that were happening to them. Do they even know that he got selected? What if they just thought he ran away from them? Yoongi really didn't deserve to be here. This wasn't his place. Anybody but him.

Namjoom stayed silent for a bit before gazing up to stare at his husband's face. Seokjin wasn't paying much attention. He was softly rubbing Yoongi's back and trying to rock him from side to side. He was staring at his baby with pity and sadness. Seokjin placed a delicate kiss against the boy's temple.

Yoongi continued to dwell with his own worried and depressing thoughts to care about the action. Did anyone miss him? No. He was just known for being a thief and who wanted a thief? The store owners of Daegu were most likely throwing a party, actually. Yoongi was too lost in thought that he got heavenly startled when his eye caught a tall figure standing up.

"Hey, can you let daddy carry you? I want to show you something." Namjoon asked with waiting arms.

Both Seokjin and Yoongi we're skeptical. Seokjin, because he didn't know what his husband was planning and Yoongi, because he was asked to be held by the handsome man. What was he going to show him either way?

"Come on baby, go to daddy. You'll be fine, I promise." Seokjin whispered encouragingly into Yoongi's left ear. The boy shivered from the feeling.

After a silent ten seconds, Yoongi internally sighed. He would have to meet the other man whether he liked it or not at the end of the day. Yoongi lifted his head and stared into Namjoon's eyes. He didn't want to speak or make any noise, so with a plain look, he simply raised his hands up to the standing male. Namjoon grinned.

"Thank you, baby boy." Namjoon whispered before Yoongi felt hands underneath his arms once again. Yoongi immediately hid his face into Namjoon's neck, fingers clutching onto the back of the white shirt once he was placed on the man's hip. His heart gave a small jump when his eyes stared down at the ground. Namjoon was definitely taller than Seokjin.

Yoongi felt himself be carried across the room. He would have kept his head low and unresponsive if it weren't for the light hitting his eyes. Yoongi lifted his head and was surprised with the sight. He had no idea how he missed the beautiful decorations of the living room.

Yoongi turned his head and continued to see more balloons and more ribbon. His eyes scanned the grand banner, trying to at least form anything it said, but he ultimately gave up because not a single letter was recognizable.

"You like the decorations, prince?" Seokjin cooed as he continued to watch the boy cutely turn his head around and watch with curious eyes. The man was sure Yoongi has never seen most of the things in their living room in his life. From the television, to the furniture, and to the beautiful paintings and vases.

"Prince, you say you don't deserve any of this, but this is all for you. I did this is all just for you." Namjoon whispered after readjusting the boy on his hip. Yoongi kept silent as he blinked. They did all of this for me? His face creased a bit at the thought.

"Look, daddy got you a present." Namjoon brought him out of his thoughts once again. Yoongi blinked and looked down when rustling was heard. He saw Namjoon pulling a gift bag closer to them that had been perched on a table. It was a pretty blue one with a design of a flower made out of darker blue glitter. A lot of tissue paper stuck out of it, pale blue ones as well. Everything about this house seemed pale blue to him and Yoongi was actually glad that he didn't despise the color.

Namjoon carefully watched at the corner of his eye to see if Yoongi would retract away or show discomfort anytime soon. They were surprised Yoongi hadn't done any move to go against them yet. With resisting babies it was usually a lot of yelling or fighting. Yoongi had shown those at first, but now not as much. It was probably due to the fact that he was still disoriented from his long sleep, they thought.

Seokjin took Yoongi into his arms again when his husband began to struggle to balance the boy and to open the present for him. Seokjin cooed at his little but the teenager simply leaned away with a small frown. He was starting to get anxious now, (his previous thoughts haunting him once again) making him almost want to let out a few inappropriate words to be put down, until he finally saw Namjoon pull an object from the gift bag. He didn't show much emotion, but his eyes were definitely intrigued. He stared at it. A small stuffed animal. A stuffed yellow duck with big cute eyes and orange flippers. A baby duck. It matched with the patterned ones on the blanket still wrapped around him.

Seokjin and Namjoon gave each other a small smile when Yoongi reached out for it and took it with his weak hand. He hugged it to his chest so it wouldn't fall in case his hands failed him. He stared at it for a couple of seconds. The two caregivers were impressed at how it was still in his hold. He hadn't thrown it or rejected it yet. They thought it was because Yoongi loved the present so much. In reality, Yoongi was just using it as a personal comfort item for now. His youngest sister had always wanted a stuffed animal, even the middle one. Heck, the oldest from the three would even want it despite already being 13. She always loved cute things.

"Are all the people still outside?" Seokjin asked his husband as he wrapped the blanket tighter around his baby's body. Yoongi stopped hugging the stuffed animal so tightly and looked up. He didn't even try to be discreet that he was listening to their conversation.

"No. I think they're still waiting outside hoping we'll come out soon." Namjoon's deep voice echoed the room. Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed. What people?

Namjoon was confused when instead of a sigh or frown that he usually gets from his husband at the news, Seokjin grinned. It was so happy too, Namjoon was wondering if he was going mad.

Seokjin walked over to the front door and stood in front of a small television-like screen. Yoongi was heavily startled when it blinked on with a single touch, the screen turning white first as it lit up. All these new technology discoveries were seriously going to give the teenager a heart attack one day.

"Hey, baby. Look at all those people outside." Seokjin's soothing voice lured his attention back. Yoongi stared at the screen. There was a herd of people, a lot of people, with devices in their hands. They were all surrounding a large gate with flashes of lights going off from some of their devices constantly. Yoongi stared at it with a raised eyebrow.

"W-Who- W-Where are they?" He suddenly asked. Yoongi didn't know why his voice still sounded so small and scared, but for the moment he'll let it go.

Namjoon walked over to them and smiled when he finally realized what Seokjin had been doing.

"They're right outside our house for you, baby. They're here for Yoongi, and only Yoongi." Nmjoon whispered out as he stared on his own at the herds of paparazzis. The amount of people they had outside today was insane compared to others. There were camera, news reporters, magazine editorials, everyone. It was so surreal, especially for the little.

"What if they hurt us?" Yoongi asked this time with a clear and louder voice. He couldn't stop staring at the screen that revealed all the people who were just a couple of feet outside of the door. They were all there for him and he didn't know how he felt about that. The thing that worried him the most was the tremendous amounts of them. It reminded him of the Daegu gangs. They would all walk in groups, herds of people, waiting to fight anyone in their way. Yoongi shivered at the amount of times he had made the wrong decisions and had chosen the wrong way home.

Seokjin laughed. "No baby, they won't hurt you. There's a lot of security guards surrounding the gates" The man explained.

"They won't be able to get into the house if they do get past them either way. We have the highest home system to protect any strangers from entering. No one can get passed through." Namjoon explained proudly.

Yoongi felt reassured surprisingly. The idea of being protected and safe made him feel less tense. Unfortunately, all of those feelings we're washed away in five seconds.

A loud crash was heard from their kitchen.

Seokjin and Namjoon frowned. Yoongi gave an unimpressed look. He was glad he was always independent and could protect himself if anything.

All confused looks were gone a second later when they heard loud wails begin to echo the entire first floor. Even Yoongi had a pretty good guess on who it could be by how the cries sounded. Seokjin passed Yoongi back to Namjoon before he scurried off towards the direction of where the noise was coming from.

"Aish, baby. How do you always end up getting yourself hurt? Clumsy little lion." Seokjin sighed as he gathered Taehyung into his arms before standing up.

Namjoon and Yoongi entered the room right before Seokjin had picked the boy up. Although Taehyung seemed to be in a horrible state, Yoongi couldn't help but roll his eyes. Taehyung must have tripped over the chair in the dining room and landed pretty badly on the ground.

After judging pretty badly, Yoongi then noticed a small foot and tail (it looked as if it belonged to a stuffed animal) under a tall wooden cabinet, but didn't say anything. He didn't know if it was Taehyung's or not. Instead, he continued to watch Seokjin as he comforted the poor little.

"Shh, you're alright. It's only a small graze and probably a bruise. My Taehyungie is strong, isn't he? He's had worse that!" Seokjin bounced the boy before wiping a few tears away. His actions and words were deemed useless though because more tears just seemed to escape from the fellow teenager. Yoongi frowned at the sight. How can someone cry so much over a simple bruise? Taehyung cried as if he lost his entire foot.

"Aw, Taehyungie. Please stop crying. You know Uncle Joonie doesn't like it." Namjoon faked a pout as he went closer to the two. "Where's Appa and Daddy, huh? You want Appa?" Namjoon's thumb ran over Taehyung's cheek. The little spoke, but nothing was understable from all the sobs that went in between every syllable.

Yoongi almost shrieked and held tighter onto Namjoon's shirt when he let him go with one hand and took out his phone. He began to text someone, probably one of Taehyung's caregivers. How are they so strong?! Yoongi wondered as his heart pounded. Or why do I have to be so light? He grumpily thought a second later.

Yoongi continued to watch as Taehyung cried into Seokjin's shoulder. The man was rocking him side by side, humming a bit to calm him down. After Namjoon put his phone away, he rubbed the little's back, trying to help him calm down as well. Yoongi did nothing but stare at how affectionate the two caregivers were being to the boy.

"Ah! Taehyungie! There you are!"

Yoongi turned his head and saw the same family as before come in from a different room of the house. Yoongi raised an eyebrow and made sure to give his caregivers another unimpressed look. They had a confused look as well.

"How do you guys all manage to get in here?" Seokjin frowned before handing Taehyung to Jimin. For having the 'top security system of the city' it wasn't very good if an entire family came in, in Yoongi's opinion.

"We came through the back." Hoseok said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the dining room with Jungkook on his lap.

Yoongi rolled his eyes again at the response.

"Aish, my Taehyungie. What have we said about sneaking off, huh? You cannot go into your Uncles' house on your own. This is what you get for not listening to Appa or Daddy." Jimin scolded as he crounched in front of the sitting little. He wiped the little's dirty hands and scraped knee.

Taehyung (although being scolded) managed to stop crying as loud. He still had tears coming out of his eyes, but not as much as before since his Appa was with him. Jungkook watched from Hoseok's lap at how much the older was crying. He frowned, not loving how hurt the other seemed. Even Yoongi wasn't enjoying it anymore. From the train, he knew Taehyung was such a happy and bright boy. Seeing him cry so much actually hurt.

"A-Appa- " Taehyung spoke with tears. All the caregivers frowned, unable to understand anything what the boy said afterwards.

"What's wrong TaeTae? Why is my star still crying?" Hoseok asked with concern from his chair. Taehyung spoke again, but it was incoherent from his cries.

" -tty -tty!" That was all the boys could understand from the little. Yoongi frowned. The boy obviously wanted something since he kept on repeating the same words, but he didn't know what. He barely knew the boy too.

It was then when he made eye contact with the wooden cabinet at the corner again. He stared down and saw the same unnoticed toy laying flat underneath it. Yoongi stared at it for a couple of seconds, unsure if he should do it, until he finally decided to pull on Namjoon's collar. The man carrying him turned his attention to his own baby, surprised he was being called at all.

"I-Is that his?" Yoongi said barely above a whisper before pointing to the abandoned object on the ground.

Even though Yoongi was trying to have the least amount of attention, all the caregivers turned their heads towards him. They were all surprised to hear the teenager speak. Yoongi wanted to shrink back at the attention, but was happy when Jimin lit up and stole the eyes away. He quickly bounded over and grabbed the soft toy. It was then when Yoongi realized what the toy was. It was a small stuffed lion. It seemed a bit old and dirty, as if it had been owned for a while, but nevertheless in a good condition.

Yoongi's face turned red when Namjoon quietly praised him and kissed him on his temple.

"You had lost kitty, baby. Huh? You're okay now." Jimin handed the toy back to Taehyung. The little clutched it quickly to his chest. As if by magic, the tears stopped. He was still a little shaken, but other than that he was calmer. Jimin sat down on another nearby chair and pulled Taehyung to sit on his lap, bouncing him a bit. He wrapped his arms around the skinny boy's waist while wiping the stray tears.

"We're sorry for interrupting you guys like this. Taehyung had been playing and snuck off during hide and seek." Hoseok apologized. Seokjin and Namjoon naturally just waved them off.

"Just next time try using the front door while we are explaining to our baby that we have the safest home system protection, please." Namjoon laughed as he sat down as well. He was strong, but not so strong to carry Yoongi all day. He sat him on his lap and the teenager nearly tensed at the close proximity once again. There were arms wrapped around his waist and he tried not to lean on the man so much.

Hoseok and Jimin laughed. "We promise this house is safe. We just know this house very well since we've known your Appa and Daddy for years." Jimin explained to the boy.

"Oh, is that your stuffie? It's so cute." Hoseok suddenly commented to Yoongi as well. The man widely smiled at the little who still had the stuffed animal hugged to his chest.

Yoongi didn't say anything and kept silent, trying to hide himself at the attention once again. He didn't even realize he was still hugging the toy.

"Daddy, 'm hungry." Taehyung suddenly said, shifting the attention.

"You're right. We were about to have dinner when someone decided to have play time at someone else's house." Hoseok eyed Taehyung once was stood up again. The boy, now seeming back to his normal personality, sheepishly smiled and grinned when Hoseok ruffled his hair.

Jungkook had his head resting on Hoseok's shoulder. He sucked on his pacifier as he stared around the room with curious eyes, not paying much mind to everyone anymore. He stared at the burgundy colored walls, to the painting, and- Jungkook blushed when he accidentally made eye contact with Namjoon. He immediately hid his face in Hoseok's shoulder.

"Why is everyone afraid of me? Am I so scary?" Namjoon chuckled before sitting Yoongi on the chair (after making sure he couldn't fall) and walked closer to Hoseok. His best friend laughed. Namjoon smiled off Taehyung's calls of, "Rap monster! Rap Monster!"

"He's just shy. Jungkookie isn't so open with new people." Hoseok explained. He tried to pry Jungkook out of his hiding place and ater a lot of encouragement, the little finally did. He made eye contact with Namjoon again.

"Hello, little one. So you're the famous Jungkook, huh?" Namjoon grinned as he stroked the younger's head. Jungkook didn't respond to the ironic sentence.

"Don't worry, bunny. I'm your daddy and appa's best friend along with Seokjin. You're going to be seeing a lot of us around, unfortunately." A nice laugh bubbled out of the man.

Jungkook stared at him. And just like everyone else, he was mesmerized with the man's smile. He suckled on his paci before letting out a small cooing sound at the back of his throat, poking Namjoon's cheeck. He specifically touched the big dimples at the sides, poking them with his index finger. Hoseok cooed at his baby and kissed his temple.

Seokjin and Jimin watched as well from where they sat, cooing at the meeting of the two. They wanted to squeal because of the cuteness. Jimin at his baby and Seokjin at his dorky husband.

"Hey" Jimin suddenly whispered to Seokjin. The man turned his head. "We've been spending a lot of time with Jungkookie all day and Hoseok and I have a thought." Jimin began to say after an uneasy pause.

The older raised his eyebrows. "What?" He asked with a frown. He could feel the mood dropping.

"Nothing bad." Jimin reassured first. "But...Seok and I think Jungkookie was a little before we got him." Jimin quietly confessed in a whisper. Seokjin's mouth opened. He didn't say anything as he took in the thought.

"You think so? A natural little? But...we don't really see much of those. It's usually until after Selection Day that they start getting used to it." Seokjin answered back softly.

It was true. Although there are a lot of 'resisting babies', there are also many willing teenagers that want to get chosen for Selection Day, but don't know what they are actually getting themselves into. Once they do find out, they either willingly continue to do it or not. No one is really in their headspace after a few days, at least.

Jimin shrugged in response. "He just seems so...natural at this. I don't think he's pretending to be in his headspace. He's already been in his headspace, thats why he just seems so...perfect." The caregiver couldn't help but smile a bit. Seokjin turned his head back to the little. He watched as his husband continued to boop Jungkook's nose and the smaller would just scrunch his nose. Seokjin smiled.

"Maybe he is a little." Seokjin agreed.

"But...a big reason why people are littles is because they use it to either relive childhood or clear their mind." Seokjin paused. "What do you think he had to go through?" He quietly asked.

"You saw a small part of what he has gone through." Jimin said as his mind flashed with the memory of Jungkook drinking the bottle as if it were his last and the scars littering him.

"I have a feeling it's really bad." Jimin whispered.

"We know how everyone lives out there, hyung. They are fighting so they can live the next day. Remember Tae? Jungkook was nearly going to die. And Yoongi?" Jimin and Seokjin shifted their head towards the said person. He was once again in Namjoon's arms. The man paced around, showing him the different paintings hung around, but they knew the boy wasn't paying attention. His eyes seemed distant, full in thought. Seokjin sighed. Although he hadn't mentioned it yet, he knew Yoongi has been like that since he got him. Thinking and stressing.

"Hyung," Jimin got Seokjin's attention again.

"You know if you want to make him happy, he has to trust you." Jimin stared at the older with a serious face.

"You and Namjoon have to make sure to find his family as soon as possible." Jimin carefully finished with a flat tone.

Seokjin sighed. He didn't say anything. He simply blinked and continued to stare at his husband and baby. Namjoon smiling and Yoongi resting his head on the man's shoulder.

He sighed again.

He knew Jimin was right.

Chapter Text

"Hey, why don't you guys come over for dinner?" Jimin had offered kindly. 

This is how the Kim family found themselves heading to the home of the Jung-Park Family that was right next to their own home. Namjoon and Seokjin had been surprised that Yoongi had nodded to the offer. In reality, the boy just wanted to know what environment he would be unfortunately be staying in. There was no way he would be able to plan any form of escapement with how weak he currently was. But maybe when he was stronger he at least had an idea of where not to go when he tried to run away.

"Sorry for the mess. Tae and Kook were still playing before the lion ran off." Hoseok smiled before opening the back door of the big house. They could not risk being seen by the paparazzi still surrounding their front gate.

Yoongi's eyes bulged from where he was carried in Namjoon's arms. Like their own house, this one was relatively big as well. The only difference was that this family liked to show their class and had a more rich feel to it. The rug in the middle of the living room was soft and the curtains that were drawn were silk. The walls were the wooden brown color and the living room had grand stairs that led to the floor upstairs. Yoongi had never seen houses that were so beautiful.

Suddenly, while Yoongi was busy admiring the beautiful paintings of landscapes, a loud bark echoed the room. Yoongi's grip tightened on Namjoon's shirt, heavily startled by the noise.

"Tanie! Tanie!" Taehyung jumped down from Hoseok's arms and ran to the cute Pomeranian puppy. He hugged the small pet close to his chest. The puppy must have been dropped off while they were away.

"Taehyung-ah, make sure you keep an eye on Yeontan and he doesn't hurt the babies." Jimin warned as he placed down a squirmy Jungkook on the fluffy rug. The baby immediately crawled over to Taehyung's side, curiosity always getting the best of him.

"Tanie doesn't hurt anyone! He only loves you! Look!" Taehyung exclaimed. None of the caregivers had time to warn the boy because suddenly, Taehyung brought up the puppy to Jungkook's face. The same puppy that has sharp nails at the moment and is always too excited. Thankfully, Yeontan was calm at the moment and all he did was lick Jungkook's surprised face. The boy immediately giggled around the pacifier at the funny feeling.

"Aish Taehyung. You are never going to stop scaring me." Hoseok tsked before pulling the dog away from Jungkook's face. Taehyung didn't say anything and instead took the puppy back to play with him.

"Does my baby want to play with the puppy too?" Seokjin softly asked Yoongi as Namjoon rocked him foot by foot.

Yoongi frowned as he stared down at the small creature running around in tiny circles in front of Taehyung. Although Jungkook may have liked it, (he was now going against Hoseok's words and trying to get close to the puppy) Yoongi didn't know if he would like a small furry creature licking him. He's had contact with dogs before and that always ended with his food getting stolen or almost getting his foot eaten off.

Yoongi shook his head and moved his head as far away from the animal. 

Namjoon chuckled. "Okay. We don't have to if you don't want to sweetheart." He whispered lovingly. Yoongi didn't say anything. Instead he tiredly rested his head on the male's shoulder.

"Are you sleepy again, prince?" Seokjin stroked Yoongi's hair. To the teenager's surprise, he actually did feel sleepy. He felt like had just woken up too. He wasn't sure if the men did anything to him or if it was his natural love for sleep that was making him feel drowsy. He was going to blame it on the men just because he felt like it.

"I'm going to make the bottles for the babies and then we can have dinner." Jimin announced to the caregivers before leaving off to the kitchen. Seokjin and Namjoon nodded at him before sitting down on the comfortable couch.

"Yoongi-ah, do you want to play with TaeTae and Kookie?" Hoseok offered from where he sat on the rug, supervising the two littles.

Yoongi gave a skeptical look at the two teenagers. The puppy was no longer there after it had ran off, but Taehyung was still distracted. He was having a fun time showing Jungkook all his toys that he owned (which were a lot), picking each one up from where they were scattered on the ground.

Jungkook only watched as he sucked on his paci. He grabbed a foam block from Taehyung's hand and squeezed it in his hands, a small smile at the corner of his lips. It seemed relatively calm, but Yoongi definitely did not want anything to do with it. He wasn't a baby (despite hia current situation.) He doesn't play with cars or blocks. Yoongi was still determined to keep some of his pride on him. He had to if he wanted to concentrate on getting back home somehow.

"Maybe later, huh, baby? You're tired already." Namjoon said into his ear. Although that wasn't anywhere near to the reason Yoongi had, he nodded. If it made them stop talking to him then he'll do anything.

Meanwhile, Jimin was basically done making the two bottles of the nutrient banana flavored milk. He had been clasping around the top of Jungkook's bottle when a thought suddenly hit him. His breathe hitched at the realization. He had been so used to making Taehyung's type of milk that he realized he made the milk entirely wrong for the two boys. Jimin cursed at himself for forgetting to alternate his motion memory before sighing. It was perfect timing too when his phone began to ring.

"Hoseok-ah!" Jimin called out for.

"Yeah?" The male responded from the living room.

Jimin had already answered the call and had the phone to his ear before his husband could reach the kitchen.

"I made the wrong type of milk for the boys. Can you make new ones? I have to answer this call!" Jimin quickly said, his back already turned as he stepped out of the kitchen to make the call.

"What?" Hoseok said as he finally stepped into the kitchen. He raised his eyebrow when he saw the room empty, but there were two warm bottles already made, standing tall on the counter.

"I'm going to guess you just told me to give the two bottles to them." Hoseok shrugged and grabbed the two before heading back to the living room.

"Hey, just a bit more and then you can sleep for the night, alright angel?" Namjoon whispered as he bounced an exhausted Yoongi. The teenager groaned and curled his fingers as his eyes blinked open again. Although getting a tasty meal (even if were just from a bottle) was a bit tempting, Yoongi has missed meals before and survived fine. Why couldn't they just let him sleep?

"Sorry for the long wait little one. You can go to dreamland soon." Hoseok brightly smiled and handed Namjoon a boat decorated blue bottle. Seokjin thanked their friend before he shook the boy awake again. The man couldn't believe how quick his baby could fall asleep. He hated to wake him up again, but he was not going to allow him to sleep without food in his stomach.

Yoongi unconsciously whined, but once he felt himself be lowered and a bottle ghosting his lips, he finally opened his eyes. Yoongi glared at Namjoon and Seokjin who were both cooing down at him before grumpily taking the nipple into his mouth. They better fucking leave me alone after this, he only thought.

The taste of the milk ruined his plans though because he felt more awake once he took in the delicious treat. He doesn't think he'll ever get bored of trying different flavors of the milk.

"Daddy! I think Yeontanie went out the back door!" Taehyung suddenly said after realizing the barks weren't as close as before.

Hoseok turned around and sure enough he saw the door to the backyard still open. They probably didn't close it well and the wind flew it open.

"We'll make sure Jungkookie and Tae are okay." Seokjin reassured when the younger gave a worried face. The man muttered a quick thanks before rushing to get their puppy back. He placed Jungkook's bottle, the boy having to wait until he returns.

Yoongi continued to suck on the bottle quickly. He hated how the drink woke him up more, but nevertheless continued to drink. He'll probably just pretend to be sleepy after he finishes so they could leave him alone.

After about five minutes, Yoongi successfully finished drinking the warm bottle. As if right on cue, Jimin had made his reappearance in the household again.

"Sorry, one of our workers was having a problem." Jimin sighed as he sat down on one of their chairs. He had planned to take a small break before preparing dinner, when his eyes caught the design of the familiar empty boat designed bottle.

Jimin furrowed his eyebrow. "Did Hoseok-ah give you that? Did Yoongi drink it?" The male slow began to panic.

Seokjin turned his attention from where he had been tightning the fleece blanket around Yoongi's body towards the panic sounding man. 

"Yeah? Why?" Seokjin asked slowly. He didn't have a good feeling in his chest. 

At that moment, Hoseok entered the living room once again while coddling Yeontan in his arms. He had been smiling brightly at the cute pup until he looked up and saw Namjoon and Seokjin's worried faces. One look at his husband's face already told him that he was in trouble.

"Did you give them one of the bottles that I had left on the counter?" Jimin asked.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Didn't you tell me to?"

Jimin groaned and didn't want to do anything else but whack his husband. But instead he huffed and looked at the worrying couple across from him. They still had the same scared expression. Yoongi was listening carefully as well, not liking the situation at all. There was no way he could sleep now.

"So, umm..." Jimin started out with a small sheepish look. He bit his lip.

"So we may have accidentally gave you the wrong type of milk for Yoongi? Sorry?" Jimin slowly broke down the news.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. He wasn't following. "The wrong type? What? What's different about it than the normal?" The rapper asked. 

Yoongi didn't like how the the younger male was biting his lip nervously. He also didn't like how his eyes flickered over to meet his own, the other probably remembering that Yoongi was listening as well. Yoongi hates his luck.

"Oh, well...it was the type that we used to give Tae. You know...when he was resisting." Jimin tried to explain as vague as possible with only the caregivers knowing what he was talking about. 

Hoseok had gasped first. It took Seokjin and Namjoon seconds more to realize what Jimin was implying. Namjoon sighed once he got it. Seokjin had more of a murderous look.

"Aish Park Jimin I swear I'm going to kill you one day." Seokjin glared at the younger.

Jimin spluttered. "Hey! Why me? I told Hoseokie to throw it away! Kill him!" The male defended himself.

Hoseok gave a gasp of betrayal. "Hey! Why are you getting me killed? What happened to our love?" The man asked.

Jimin looked up at the standing man from his chair. " 'til death do us part, babe." He simply responded. He smiled cheekily when Hoseok rolled his eyes.

Despite the betrayal, Hoseok bent down and kissed his husband lovingly. Jimin kissed back from where he had his head stretched up at the couch. Taehyung giggled from where he had Jungkook sitting in between his legs on the rug. His caregvers were always so silly. He loved it when they always did that.

"Hey. Lovebirds. We still have the problem at hand." Namjoon caught their attention back.

Hoseok frowned and stood back up straight. "Well, there's really nothing to do about it than just let it do what it does. You guys know what it is. It's not bad. It'll probably won't affect him so much." Hoseok shrugged. It didn't help the caregivers to ease down at all.

Yes, they knew what the milk does. It was a drug created to heighten your emotions. It was made for specifically resisting babies so they could be more dependent towards their caregivers. If they felt tired, they would feel more uncomfortable than before and seek help from their caregiver. If they were hungry, they would complain more about it. The drug just made them have more childish actions. The good thing is that it will help with basic emotions and help them slip into their headspace easier. The bad thing was that although it helps for regular emotions, it will also help for the terrible emotions as well. If they were mad, now they would throw a rampage. If they were frustrated, the frustration will only feel a hundred times worse. Namjoon and Seokjin know how Yoongi is currently feeling. This could either help, or make everything so much worse. The chances were as good as flipping a coin.

Aish, I'm going to kill them one day, Seokjin continued to wonder on how he has been able to survive with his best friends for so long.

Meanwhile, Yoongi still remained quiet and still on Namjoon's lap. He had pretended he had fallen asleep now, but his ears were his highest sense at the moment. His heart thumped against his chest rapidly, but he continued to breathe in even breathes so none of the caregivers could realize he was awake. What did they do to him?

"I'm sorry. But to make it up to you, I made a delicious meal~" Jimin tried to bribe.

Seokjin scoffed. "We all know my cooking is the best. You aren't the one who is going to deal with a diaper change in a couple of hours, right when the drug is going to be completely in his body." The male commented.

Yoongi heard the men begining to stand up, probably to have dinner. He tried not to visbly grimance at what he just heard. He had completely forgotten about that part in playing baby. Again, why was he chosen for Selection Day.

"I'm sorry!" Yoongi lastly heard Jimin's faint aploogy. He was guessing Seokjin and Jimin had already left the room.

"Just leave him sleeping in the couch for now. He'll be fine. I promise." Hoseok's voice echoed the room.

There was a moment where the room was still (Namjoon was probably hesitating) before Yoongi felt himself being laid down on the soft couch. His blanket was tucked in around him thankfully and Yoongi really did want to end up sleeping now at how comfortable he was. He had been so close to sleeping too until he brain suddenly yelled at him to stay awake. He just realized that he was going to be left alone for the time being as the rest had dinner.

"Hey, Tae baby. Come on, let's get ready for dinner." Hoseok's voice was heard again.

"But daddy...f-five more minutes! Pleaseeee." Taehyung begged from the ground. Well, maybe this wasn't bad either, Yoongi suddenly formed an idea.

"Okay. Five minutes. I'll come get you after I put Jungkookie down and we're done setting up, okay?" Hoseok reponded. A small response was heard and he felt footsteps leave.

Yoongi thought he had been alone by then, but a pair of lips touching his head almsot made him lose his act. He didn't spend time dwelling on the heart warming gesture because he was busy listening to Namjoon's footsteps disappear.

Yoongi continued to pretend he was asleep. He focused on the small giggles that Taehyung let out (the only sound in the quiet living room) to stay awake. He waited about a minute until he finally blinked his eyes open. Yoongi scrunched his eyes, hating the light that shined right at them.

"Oooh. Baby awake? Wanna play?" 

Yoongi opened his eyes and saw Taehyung grinning at him. The boy sat on his knees, offering a small wooden car in his hands, as he continued to stare at him. Yoongi didn't know what to do, (not expecting the attention this quick) so he simply shook his head back. Taehyung didn't seem bothered and instead continued to play on his own.

Yoongi's continued to watch silently, all his previous ideas seemed to have washed away. He didn't want to ask anything harsh that could cause the attention of the other people in the room. So that is how he spent another minute in silence as he stared at the fellow teenager. He watched as Taehyung would excitedly dig through a huge box and stack wooden blocks to form a tower. He would take out toys, trucks, and civilians and placed them all around. The sound affects he would add were cute as well. Yoongi has never seen anyone act so carefree and happy.

"Taehyung." Yoongi suddenly whispered. The boy looked up. "Can I ask you a question?" He finished saying before he could stop himself. He didn't even realize the words had left his mouth.

Thankfully, Taehyung still seemed to have a sort of small conscious side that he shouldn't really be talking to the boy and whisepred as well. A smile of course.

"Oooh! TaeTae likes questions!" Taehyung nodded happily.

Yoongi bit his lip. He didn't even know why his mind was clawing for an answer for his stupid question. Why did he even want a response? Will the answer only make everything worse for him?

"H-How can you act so happy?" 

He said it. He asked it. There was no turning back to it.

Yoongi stared at the boy. He was a bit scared because he thinks this is the probably the only time he'll ever see Taehyung in such deep thought and just seem so normal. Taehyung was actually thinking of what he was going to say next 

After a few more moments of silence, the teenager had a response.

"That's an easy question!" Taehyung answered before grabbing another toy wooden car from the box.

"I act so happy because I am happy! I'm not acting." Taehyung smiled again. The innocent box smile that Yoongi was secrelty jealous of. Yoongi continued to stare at the male as he started rolling the car up and down on the ground.

"I love it here." Taehyung said. The next sentence he said was softer and more quieter. Yoongi stared and he may be crazy, but he may have seen Taehyung's smile almost falter and a bit of darkness flash through the boy's eyes.

"I-I never want to be V again. I love being Kim Taehyung." The little quietly whispered, as if he was telling himself. The sadness in his eyes remained only for another second before the boy smiled and went back to playing.

That's when Yoongi knew. Taehyung was really once like him. The little had suffered more than he had let on. He had suffered just like every single little had before being chosen on Selection Day.

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Yoongi didn't know when or how, but he had fallen asleep. He hadn't known until his rude awakening the next morning. The curtains had suddenly been drawn and the sun shined directly onto his eyes. He unhappily groaned and pulled his blanket over his head.

"Come on sleepy head. It's late and you can't sleep the day away." A humorous voice laughed.

Yoongi cracked his eyes open. He groaned again, immediately recognizing the voice this time. The sweet voice that Yoongi didn't exactly favor at the moment for waking him up. He didn't move though and remained comfortable under his covers. Who says I can't, he stubbornly thought after closing his eyes again.

His relaxation was short lived because he suddenly felt a hand on his back and begin to inch down. It was then suddenly lowered somewhere down where Yoongi never wanted anyone's hand ever to be near to. Yoongi flinched and quickly sat up.

"Don't fucking touch me." He said under his breathe and backed up against the corner of the crib. Seokjin sighed with disappointed eyes before he stood straight up again.

"Watch the language, Yoongi." He warned first. "And also, you shouldn't be holding it in. It's not good for you." Seokjin said before walking over to the grand walk in closet.

Yoongi's face reddened, but he was glad the man wasn't facing him.

"Then maybe you should let me use the restroom like a normal fucking teenager." Yoongi spat back.

Seokjin reappeared at his side. "Well technically, you are in the city, so I am letting you use it as a normal teenager here." The older raised an eyebrow after placing an outfit over on the changing table.

Yoongi didn't have anything to say back. God, he hated this.

"Come on. Let's get you ready and go downstairs. You fell asleep early and woke up late. You must be hungry." Seokjin said.

Although the man was right, Yoongi didn't appreciate being suddenly taken out of the crib without much of a warning. He weakly fisted his hand onto the man's shirt before he was laid down on the changing table. Yoongi let out an annoyed sound as the footed sleeper on him was taken off, the cold air hitting his body. He made sure to express his anger as much as possible as Seokjin changed him into a black plain onesie. The man only smiled off the glare. Yoongi was definitely not a morning person.

"Okay, my handsome prince. Ready to go downstairs?" Seokjin asked after picking up the boy and settling him on his hip. Yoongi didn't say anything and simply rested his head on his shoulder. He shivered a bit since his legs were exposed unlike the previous sleeper he had on. He squirmed a bit in the elder's arm. Why did he feel different from the previous day? He felt like something was missing.

It had been when Seokjin started walking out the door that Yoongi realized why he felt empty. He let out a small sound and squirmed even more when he noticed his blanket draped over the side of his crib. Seokkin stopped in surprise from the sudden action. He was about to ask what was wrong until he tilted his head back. He tried to not smile so much when he realized that the younger wanted the blue blanket.

" 'm cold." Yoongi muttered an excuse after Seokjin gave him a cheeky smile. He didn't try to make any comment when Seokjin only hummed after draping the fleece material over his shoulders. He was definitely not attached to this baby blanket. He simply wanted to be warm and it comforted him from home. He huffed and closed his eyes.

Yoongi really adored his sleep, so it wasn't much of a surprise when he closed his eyes and opened them to already be found in Namjoon's arms instead. Although it happened many times, he couldn't help but be startled at the new location.

"We really got ourselves a sleepy baby boy, huh?" The man that was currently cradling him began to chuckle. Yoongi got a small tinge of warmth in his chest as he felt the man's laugh vibrate next to his ear. His dimples also seemed prettier than before. He actually didn't hadn't admire much of the man's features before...

Yoongi hadn't been realizing his odd thoughts until the nipple of a bottle suddenly jolted him fully awake. Yoongi groaned and tried to pretend his previous thoughts had never happened. Ugh, what did they do to me, Yoongi couldn't help but recall the drug they gave him yesterday. He buried his face against Namjoon's chest and tried to hide himself in order to prevent the bottle.

"Please, little one? Can you drink the bottle for daddy?" A voice whispered. Yoongi shivered a bit at the close proximity. He shook his head and began to uncomfortably squirm a bit, but not too much to be obvious.

He really blamed Seokjin for the reminder of his full bladder. He had been holding it in since midday when he had gotten unfortunately chosen for Selection Day. The only reason that his body was fighting for so long was because he had literally gone at home before being chosen. But after countless amount of bottles the men have given him, he could explode with any harsh movement.

" 'm not hungry." A weak mumble reached Namjoon's ear.

The singer frowned at the response, biting his bottom lip in worry.

"Come on kitten. Just a bit, okay?" Namjoon tried to pry again. He leaned back so Yoongi's face could be exposed again and let the nipple brush his lips once more.

"No. 'm not hungry!" Yoongi repeated a bit stronger. He tried to hide his face deeper into the crook of Namjoon's arm. Yoongi was never one for patience and since he was in an uncomfortable state at the moment, his nerves were being pulled.

"Hey, what's wrong? Is he not taking the bottle?" He suddenly heard Seokjin's voice in the room.

"He's just a bit grumpy, I think." Namjoon said as he tried to stroke the smaller's hair. Yoongi's eyes narrowed. He hated how the two spoke as if he wasn't in the room. Namjoon had started to bounce him too, his knee jostling against his side. Yoongi's nails dug into the man's shirt as he began to breathe heavily with annoyance.

"Come on, sweetheart. I know you are hungry. Please?" Seokjin's mellow voice was closer and near. He had crouched down to whisper right into his ear. The older was frowning in worry as he stroked the boy's side. Yoongi was underweight and the last thing he wanted was his baby to skip a meal or to get sick.

Yoongi's frustrated mind didn't sense any of the men's worry. His brain only showed them as the annoying human beings who have only been giving him discomfort for the past 24 hours, although a small part of him knew that wasn't true. He only highlighted the bad parts. They were the reasons why he was chosen. The reason his freedom was taken away and the reason his family was surviving on their own. He didn't like any of this. He hated every inch of their existence.

"No! I don't fucking want this stupid shit! I want to go home! I need to go back to my real family! I hate this! Let me fucking go!" Yoongi yelled and started to squirm in the man's arms.

He was using all his might to try to free himself, using the advantage of the small strength he had regained in his muscles. He kicked and flailed his arms, hoping he will weaken the man's hold some way, but nothing.

Yoongi continued to insult them, but his voice started to unevenly crack at the ends of his sentences as he fought. The boy finally began to let out his tears of frustration at realizing how stupid he looked, knowing he wasn't going to win in any way. He was too weak. He was weak because the stupid doctors had drugged him. All he wanted to do was get up and run away, but he couldn't even do that. His yells slowly disappeared, but the sobs increased.

It took a lot of heavy breathes and harsh sobs for Yoongi to realize he was now laying down on the soft carpeted rug. His eyes were blurry with tears as he involuntarily hiccupped.

"I think he's calming down from his tantrum." Yoongi could softly hear the voice of Seokjin. He blinked and he realized the man was crouching down next to his head. He was sadly wiping away the tears from his wet cheeks and running his hand through his hair in a way to ease him down.

"I didn't think the drugs would kick in this fast." He faintly heard Namjoon's voice. It was farther away as if he had left and returned. Yoongi didn't really manage to listen to their conversation and instead decided to let out his emotions if he already began.

"I wish finding his headspace wouldn't be so hard. It hurts to see him like this, Joonie. Why can't I just buy him his happiness? I would give up every penny that I own just so our little boy can be happy." Seokjin sadly whispered as he watched Yoongi slowly calm down. The teenager had his eyes scrunched close again. Seokjin always hated that look because it meant the boy was having an inner battle.

Namjoon didn't say anything as he approached the two. He stared at the exhausted boy who was trying to recover from his little scene. Yoongi was blinkly tiredly, his wet eyelashes sticking together from time to time.

The rapper readied himself before leaning down and getting a hold under Yoongi's armpits. Without much effort, he adjusted Yoongi into a comfortable position on his hip. He wordlessly wiped a couple of stray tears from the boy's cheek and softly cooed at him so he could settle down. He quietly slipped his hand into his back pocket and retrieved an object. Yoongi immediately protested and almost resumed his tantrum when he felt a pacifier slip past his lips.

"Shhh. It's only a paci and I promise it's not strapped. If you let daddy keep it in, we'll save your bottle for later and I'll let you go back to sleep. Hmm? Okay, sweetheart?" Namjoon cooed as he kept a hold on Yoongi's arm.

Seokjin watched with admiration as Yoongi slowly put his hand back down to his side. Although the boy had a frown and a very angry look in his eyes, he weakly laid his head on Namjoon's shoulder. The eldest had still been staring when Namjoon suddenly made eye contact with him and motioned to an object next to him. Seokjin was confused until he looked at the couch. The blue blanket laid abandoned, it's side hanging off the furniture. Seokjin stood up before handing the taller the object.

Seokjin watched as Namjoon draped the warm blanket over the boy's shoulder. Yoongi visibly relaxed and the two caregivers knew he felt more assured to fall asleep now. With closed eyes, he grabbed a side of the blanket and brought it closer to himself. Seokjin also may have seen Yoongi suckle on the pacifier a couple of times which brought out more surprisement since the boy was definitely conscious.

Seokjin sat back down on the couch and watched in awe at his husband. His heart couldn't help but pound loudly as he stared at the beautiful image of Namjoon rocking their little boy slowly, Yoongi succumbing to sleep. He couldn't stop smiling like a mad man.

After a couple of minutes and Namjoon was sure that the teenager had fallen asleep again, he approached Seokjin with a dimpled smile. He carefully laid Yoongi down on the couch and let him continue his sleep.

"His tantrum used up a lot of his energy. It didn't help that he was already grumpy before." Namjoon quietly commented to not risk in Yoongi to awake.

"I know those drugs were definitely the cause for this tantrum. He had been fighting with his emotions already before, but those drugs definitely gave a push to it." Seokjin frowned as he watched Yoongi peacefully sleep. His chest was now evenly dropping and rising unlike when he threw his fit. The boy was also sucking on the blue pacifier with his eyes fluttered close.

"I know he's a resisting baby, but..." Namjoon's face was in deep thought as he crossed his arms and stared at the teenager. "I think there is still a small part in him that is willing to accept this lifestyle. Any normal resisting baby wouldn't let me comfort them like that." Namjoon finished his thoughts.

Seokjin nodded, his exact thoughts being said. "I feel like the only reason he's resisting is because of the responsibilities he once had. Did he ever get to experience the type of love we are trying to give him?" The man questioned.

Seokjin suddenly paused at his words. His own sentence made him remember something he had wanted to ask his husband.

"Have you gotten any information by the way?" Seokjin looked up at his husband.

Namjoon sighed.

"I assigned a few men to work on it, but they aren't doing much. The information we have is too little to help them. I might have to do it myself if things aren't getting done." Namjoon sighed. Seokjin didn't say anything. Although he frowned, he knew that wasn't going to stop his determination.

He had promised that he was willing to do anything and Kim Seokjin keeps his promises.

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Yoongi awoke the second time that day, surprisingly, only an hour later. Although it was just an hour, it was a much needed extra sleep time for his exhausted body.

He had begun stretching his limbs (as much as he could) when he realized the object in his mouth bopping up and down. He didn't have time to be disgusted though because a sharp pain crossed his stomach. He really had to use the restroom soon or he was going to explode.

"He's not going to tell us, but I'll see if I can get anything- "

Namjoon stopped midway from his sentence as he entered his room. Yoongi shied away when he made eye contact with the handsome man. Namjoon smiled at him.

"Our sleeping beauty is finally up, huh?" Seokjin teased from behind Namjoon when he realized the dazed boy blinking up at them.

Yoongi tried not to let out an obvious noise of discomfort when Seokjin lifted him up and he was sat on the older's lap.

"Does our baby want to eat now?" Namjoon asked softly with a loving smile. He tried not to show much worry or disappointment when Yoongi simply shook his head. The boy definitely didn't want the drink now.

Seokjin sighed, but he didn't press further on it. He knew why Yoongi didn't want the bottle despite being hungry. It was a normal occurrence in resisting babies. The boy hadn't used the bathroom in almost twenty four hours. He just didn't want to voice the issue because he knew Yoongi wouldn't be able to hold it in for a few hours maximum, so they rather just wait than force the boy. Since the drug was running through Yoongi as well, he didn't want the boy to go into another tantrum much worse than before.

"Hey, sweetheart. Wanna watch TV? Cartoons?" Namjoon tried to change the topic as he grabbed a black remote control. He sat next to his husband and baby with the object in hand.

Yoongi gave an annoyed look. They didn't know why they asked him if the television was already being turned on without an answer.

Yoongi had been sitting quietly (his mind currently distracted with his full bladder situation) until sudden colorful lights brought his attention back. He narrowed his eyes in suspicioun as he saw weird drawings moving on the screen in front of him. The characters on screen jumped and laughed as they spoke. He watched the screen with curiousity, but intentally.

"These are cartoons." Namjoon tried to answer Yoongi's skeptic look. "Have you watched any before?" The man carefully asked. He was as concentrated at the boy as Yoongi was to the screen. The boy was staring straight ahead without blinking. A small shake of the boy's head was the only way Namjoon knew that he was at least being paid attention a bit.

Yoongi was immersed at the screen, not being able to peel away his eyes from the technology he's never seen before. He didn't know this thing called "cartoons" existed. The best he caught were glimpses of the news happening at the city, but those weren't cartoons.

The teenager loved drawings. It was one of the few things he was able to enjoy on his rare free times back at home. So for the boy to see the drawings moving it had done more than just take him aback.

The only thing he wasn't enjoying was the narrator talking in a very overly excited and careful voice. It was baby talk Yoongi knew for sure, but he managed to not care much about it. He simply ignored it at times as he stared at the television.

The boy was leaning against Seokjin's chest as his fingers sub consciously toyed with the edge of his blanket. Namjoon or Seokjin would occasionally make him try to repeat some of the words the narrator asked for or ask him questions, but the boy would either ignore them or send a glare their way. The two caregivers couldn't even let that bring down their happy mood. They both shared a look over Yoongi's head, smiling at each other because at least the boy wasn't showing any form of annoyance towards the actual show. They were also thinking they were doing some sort of progress because Yoongi had actually kept the pacifier in his mouth, sucking it every so often. They didn't know if the boy had realized or not, but no one dared to ask about it.

Namjoon was keeping note on everything that Yoongi would show discomfort on or not. He realized that Yoongi did actually prefer the cartoons than the ones that showed a bit of live footage. He hated the ones that narrated a lot, but loved the ones where the characters actually spoke (even if it was to the audience.) It helped the caregivers predict what headspace the teenager could fall into and so far, Namjoon couldn't stop smiling that it wasn't such a high number.

The small family continued to watch the television for another few hours. Seokjin had moved Yoongi so his head was now laying on his lap, the man making sure the blanket covered his body. He was softly stroking Yoongi's hair as the boy's eyes watched the screen. Namjoon had his feet on his lap and stroked circles on it.

Eventually, since it had been a few hours and Namjoon was noticing a small sad glint to the boy's eyes as they watched a cartoon over a family, he decided to grab the remote control and turn it off.

Yoongi had been watching the screen as if it were hypnotizing him, so to have it suddenly be turned off and cut to a black screen it was rather startling. He let out a small whine as he turned his head on Seokjin's lap to look up at him. Seokjin's heart ached and wanted to peck Yoongi's permanent pout that never seemed to leave based on the boy's stubbornness.

"Come on sweetheart. It's nap time." Namjoon patted the boy's feet before gently putting them aside and standing up.

"B-But, " Yoongi sent a frown and a helpless look. His stomach had felt like it had dropped at the man's words. "C-Can we watch TV later?" He asked with a nervous and serious tone. He didn't know why he suddenly felt like a bomb was dropped onto his paradise. Did it even matter if they ever watched television again? Stupid baby shows that he had been able to survive off of before? Although it was stupid, Yoongi was sincerely worried and saddened at the moment.

Namjoon cooed before leaning down and picking up the boy. "I promise we can watch some later. After nap time. I thought you would be happier. Doesn't my prince love sleep?" Namjoon mocked as he picked up the blanket and wrapped it around the boy.

Yoongi's cheeks tinted a bit, but then he shrugged. "I-I love those drawings better." He quietly mumbled out. He blushed as he realized how he had protested to continue watching the baby shows. Yoongi nervously laid his head on the man's shoulder and hoped none of them noticed.

Seokjin stood up and led his husband up the stairs to the nursery. He turned his head back at the boy's comment.

"Do you like to draw?" Seokjin asked curiosly. He didn't try to get excited at how he could possibly get Yoongi immersed into drawing next. He wanted to do small things to help the boy relax into his headspace.

Yoongi shyly nodded.

"Okay, how about after nap time you can draw something nice? We have markers and pastels and all other sorts of things you can use as well." Namjoon commented happily. Yoongi lifted up his head.

"M-Markers?" Yoongi asked. Seokjin wanted to coo at the confused face the boy had.

"Markers and pastels are used to color your drawings so it can be all pretty! We'll show you what we have later, okay?" Seokjin smiled at the boy.

Yoongi didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. Instead, he slowly nodded. Although he didn't show much emotion, he felt excitement grow in his chest. He's never had anything more than a sheet of paper (if he found one) and a pencil to draw. They had that and more things to make the art better?

"My cute kitten." Seokjin cooed and left a peck on Yoongi's cheek. The boy had been unconsciously smiling, not noticing until the two started cooing. The boy immeditely dropped it and sent an annoyed look. The men just chuckled it off.

Yoongi didn't say anything more and let himself be laid down on the soft mattress of the crib. He hadn't realized he had actually wanted to sleep until his head hit the pillow. He went out like a light.

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Yoongi awoke for the third time that day, grumpy and glaring. It wasn't until Namjoon had carried him downstairs that he remembered the activity the men promised him.

"Do you want to draw, Yoongi-ah?" Namjoon offered as he sat down on the wooden floor of their living room. He had Yoongi in between his legs as the teenager stared at the blank sheet of paper and pencil next to it. He shrugged at the male, trying to seem uninterested although his heart was thumping with excitement.

"Ah, the prince is awake again." Seokjin laughed. Yoongi looked up and saw the man walking over to them. The man towered over the two and revealed three rectangular boxes.

"I got markers, pastels, and crayons if you want to color your drawing, baby." Seokjin leaned down to place the boxes next to the paper. Yoongi stared at them, his eyes curiously roaming over the various colors.

"Please make sure he doesn't get so dirty with the markers, Joonie. I'm going to be putting the laundry in and I'll be back." Seokjin informed. His husband nodded and gave him a quick kiss before the man left the room.

"Okay baby, what do you wanna draw, huh?" Namjoon said around Yoongi's head.

The boy was quiet except for a shrug. He didn't really know what to draw. It was usually anything that came to mind, but he had a million of things running at the moment. Yoongi chose to do his most important thought.

Namjoon sat in silence as he felt Yoongi grab the pencil and lean down. He didn't do anything but softly praise the boy in between him. Yoongi wasn't a Van Gogh artist, but he did have skill. The caregiver silently watched as he saw a sort of house being drawn. Namjoon had thought at first that it would be the typical house at the middle and sun at the corner, but no. Yoongi was adding people. 

Namjoon stopped praising and instead stayed concentrated on what Yoongi continued to draw. The first was a girl. She had long straight hair with a dress. The second was a shorter girl with long hair as well and the third also, except shorter. Namjoon's eyebrows were furrowed as Yoongi drew another girl, but no, it was a woman. This figure was the tallest than all of them and it had hair tied into a bun. But the thing that nearly made Namjoon's heart stop was what the woman was holding. A baby.

Namjoon's breathe hitched.

He cleared his throat. "What a beautiful drawing, sweetheart." Namjoon softly whispered in a comforting voice although his heart was beating too quickly for his liking. 

Namjoon paused for a moment. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself.

"What are you drawing baby?" He quietly asked.

Namjoon could feel the boy in between him tense. Yoongi's own breathe hitched. He stopped drawing.

Yoongi blinked once and twice as he stood up straighter and took in the drawing as a whole. He had been so immersed into drawing that he had just completely blocked out everything around him. Am I crazy? Yoongi yelled at himself as he gripped the pencil in his hand. Namjoon was literally watching everything. Namjoon. The one who's husband is the prince. What if he made the connection that he was drawing his family? They could kill them.

"C-Cartoon." Yoongi finally answered. "D-Drawing a show." He tried to keep his voice as steady as possible. His heart was thumping too fast.

Namjoon hummed. "Oh really? You were drawing one of the families from the shows?" Namjoon asked with an interested tone.

Yoongi gulped but quickly nodded. Namjoon hummed again. Yoongi relaxed at the noise. Maybe the man hadn't noticed.

I need to destroy this, Yoongi thought. Although as he stared at the paper in front of him, Yoongi knew he couldn't.

"Why don't you start coloring your drawing, sweetheart? Do you wanna use crayons?" Namjoon's deep voice rumbled next to Yoongi's ear. The teenager watched as the man leaned down and grabbed the second box that was stacked. He opened it and Yoongi was amazed at the bright assortment of colors.

"Just make sure to not get yourself too messy- "

The loud bang of a door slamming against their wall followed by giggles filled the air.

"You can't catch me! You can't catch me! You can't catch- ah!" Taehyung yelled as he was suddenly carried over somebody's shoulder.

"You were caught by the monster!" Another voice Yoongi didn't recognize yelled.

Yoongi looked up from his colors and saw a boy in a long sleeve and shorts giggle up at Namjoon holding Taehyung.

"Oooh! I feel like eating a BamBam today. Yummy!" Namjoon playfully said with a growl. This said little - BamBam - yelped as he was caught by the arm of Yoongi's caregiver. Yoongi unconsciously scrunched his nose at the scene.

Yoongi's eyes suddenly flicked over to Seokjin who came rushing from downstairs. His worried expression faded away as soon as he saw his husband with the littles and Yoongi quietly sitting.

"I thought you or Yoongi got hurt again with the noise." Seokjin said as he calmed his beating heart. Namjoon sheepishly smiled and let go of both Taehyung and BamBam.

"What are you two doing in here, huh?" Seokjin smiled as he saw the two laughing boys.

"We were playing tag!" BamBam said with a cheeky smile. Taehyung eagerly nodded as well.

Halfway through BamBam's sentence, Seokjin's phone began to ring. "Ah, there you are." Seokjin rolled his eyes as he saw Hoseok's phone contact.

"Hello?" Seokjin casually answered and moved away from the noise.

"Hey, hyung! Can you do me a favor?" Hoseok didn't wait for a response. "I have to head down to the company for a bit and Jimin took Jungkook to the doctor for a check-up. I would take Tae with me but BamBam is here on a playdate and I don't think I'll be able to take care of them without losing one of them. Can you watch them for me? 20 minutes max." Hoseok practically rapped into the phone. He was talking so fast, Seokjin could barely keep up.

"Yeah Hobi, it's fine." Seokjin smiled into the phone. "But...where are the boys right now?" Seokjin tried to keep a straight voice. He bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing.

The other side was silent for a second.

"Shit." Hoseok's panicked voice came.

Seokjin laughed. "They're already here, Seok. They'll be fine. Take as long as you have to." The male reassured through the phone.

"Aish these kids." Hoseok's voice was heard. He quickly thanked his hyung before hanging up.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was still staring at his caregiver play around with the two littles. His eyes were narrowed and his usual pout was on his lips. He didn't know why a bit of anger was forming in his chest. Maybe because Namjoon had been spending time with him before the two had came, but it's not like Yoongi cared.

The teenager was secretly craving attention really deep within hinself as he stared at the boys, but once Taehyung made eye contact with him, he quickly realized he didn't want it anymore.

"Oooh! Baby! Hi!" Taehyung stopped laughing with BamBam. Yoongi shrunk back when Taehyung ran over him. He tensed when Taehyung tightly back hugged him from where he sat and grinned wildly.

"Look Bamie! This is Yoongi! He's gonna be my new bestest friend!" Taehyung giggled as he hugged the shorter tightly.

"What?" BamBam stopped laughing. Taehyung was too busy to see the hurt and jealousy run through the little's eyes. No one noticed him actually because both Namjoon and Seokjin were cooing at how Yoongi was cutely trying to get away from Taehyung's hold.

"Hey, Tae. Why don't you go play with BamBam? I think Yoongi wants to continue coloring his picture." Seokjin said so he could help the teenager from his little torture.

The energetic little finally let go and looked down to the sheet of paper. "Ooh! Nice drawing! It's pretty!" Taehyung happily complimented. He looked over to BamBam who stood holding the edge of the couch.

"Should we draw with Yoongi too, BamBam?" Taehyung suggested to his friend.

"No." BamBam answered a bit too quickly. "Let's play tag!" He suggested with a bit of a pout. The other little was oblivious to the sudden mood change so he just nodded happily and went back to his friend.

Meanwhile, Seokjin sat on a chair closest to Yoongi. The teenager had already went back to his own business as soon as Taehyung had let go of him. He had taken out a light blue color and begun to color the sky. Namjoon was also sitting on another chair close to Yoongi and wanted to coo when the boy got surprised at the vibrant color. Nevertheless, they let the boy be and let him work.

"I got myself an artist, huh?" Seokjin complimented as he watched the boy quietly color. Yoongi shrugged and instead focused his attention on his project. He wanted to make it pretty.

"Do you want to use the colors?" Namjoon asked and crouched down next to Yoongi. The teenager's eyes raised and stared at the man holding the bigger rectangular box.

"These are markers. They're a bit more messy but they're brighter. Look." Namjoon opened the package and took out a red marker. He opened the cap and drew a lime on a clean sheet of paper. Yoongi was surprised how much brighter and thicker the color was. Namjoon handed the boy the marker and let Yoongi handle it.

Yoongi only stared at the weird object in his hand before he thought of making a circle on the clean sheet of paper. He had unintentionally done his circle too fast because then the marker had accidentally ran over Namjoon's hand that was next to the paper.

Seokjin laughed first. "Sweety, although it is funny, you cannot color daddy's hand." Seokjin said amused. He then stood up and crouched next to Yoongi. He took the marker away for a second. "But since this is tempting, I just want to do this first." With that comment, Seokjin drew two dots over the line. Yoongi stared at it for a second before realizing it looked like a smile. He grabbed the marker from his caregiver's hand and drew whiskers under the two dots. He cracked a smile.

"Hey. I'm not a piece of paper. Stop tattooing me, you too." Namjoon playfully scolded.

Yoongi hadn't said anything at first, but then Seokjin began laughing again. Namjoon's hand did look pretty funny so he began to quietly laugh too.

Namjoon grinned at the teenager. "Hey, what's so funny? Do you want daddy to draw you actual whiskers?" Namjoon threatened and grabbed the marker from Yoongi's hand. The teenager laughed and shook his head. He almost shrieked when the man got closer with the open marker and slightly hid behind Seokjin's body.

"Okay. That's enough with the markers. You are not getting that anywhere near me." Seokjin warned with a laugh before standing up.

"He doesn't seem so bad right now. I'm going to prepare a bottle and try to feed him." Seokjin leaned down and whispered into his husband's ear. Namjoon nodded as he watched Yoongi quietly recover from his laughter and pick up the crayon again. He was coloring his picture again, but he still had a faint remaining smile on his lips from the scene.

Seokjin left and Namjoon continued to sit next to Yoongi on the ground. He watched for about five minutes until he suddenly stood up. Yoongi stopped coloring and looked up at his caregiver.

"I'm going to go wash my hand quickly from all the marker since someone drew on me." Namjoon lightly teased. He unexpectedly reached down to tickle Yoongi's side and the teenager yelped and shied away. He laughed as the taller scrunched his nose back, his heart feeling warm. Yoongi didn't know why his chest kept on having these different feelings. One moment he felt anger deep in him, but now he shockingly felt happiness inside of him. It was quick too as if someone one was playing with an on and off switch with his emotions.

"Continue coloring my prince. Appa and I can't wait to see your beautiful art piece once completed." Namjoon kissed the top of Yoongi's hair before finally walking away. Yoongi didn't grimance as much with the kiss.

Yoongi didn't watch as his caregiver turned around the corner of the house at, but someone else did. BamBam stopped running for a second as he realized both caregivers of the 'new little cute prince' were not in the room while said prince was just sitting on his knees, coloring on the floor. His eyes narrowed into an angry stare.

"BamBam! You can't catch me!" Taehyung's taunting brought him back to reality. He stared at his best friend and realized that he was sticking his tongue out at him in a playful matter. BamBam then lowered his eyes and specifically realized who was next to Taehyung.

"Tae! Look! The monster is gonna get you again!" BamBam suddenly gasped. Taehyung turned his head around with fear in his eyes. The boy thought Namjoon was ready to gobble him up again, until he realized there was no one there. He was completely confused until he felt someone running towards him. He last saw BamBam crash into him before he unfortunately lost his balance and got shoved down. He had thought he was going to meet the cold wooden floor, but he didn't. Instead, he knew it was much worse.

Yoongi gasped when something crashed against his back so hard that his entire body got pushed down onto the ground. His chin was met with the hard surface and it was worse because he felt someone on top of him as well. He was sandwiched in pain. He opened his eyes and there were dots everywhere from the hit. Yoongi felt like the world had stopped as soon as he regained his vision. Not only because his head was still ringing against him and his chin hurt so much, but because he saw what he had done to his picture. There was a big ugly red crayon mark drawn across his drawing with the side of it ript just slightly.

But believe it or not, eventhough that was a really heartbreaking sight for Yoongi to see at the moment, there was something much more traumatic that Yoongi was witnessing.

He had let go.

Yoongi's entire face burned as he felt the padded material on his bottom grow even thicker and even more uncomfortable. He felt gross and humiliated at realizing that the push had made his bladder lose control. Although it had made the pain in his stomach finally stop, he felt like humiliation was worse than that. His inside felt like they were being stabbed one hundred times at the same moment. Him. Min Yoongi, had really just let himself pee in a diaper. All his dignity was officially now lost.

"You made me hurt the baby!" Taehyung yelled at his friend. He had stood up as quickly as possible to prevent from hurting the boy.

"It was accident!" BamBam pouted back.

Taehyung didn't have any time to yell back because suddenly, really harsh sobs began to ring throughout the room. Taehyung froze for a second. He had brushed it off for just a second thinking it was his new baby brother until he realized that Jungkook wasn't here. That meant it was actually the new baby, Yoongi, and that only made the little feel so much worse.

Taehyung turned around and saw the teenager crying as he remained on his fallen spot. His eyes were shut close as he cried and his face turned bright red. Taehyung looked down and saw the ruin drawing on the ground. His heart skipped a beat until he quickly went to Yoongi's side and sat on his knees.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It was an accident! Please don't cry baby!" Taehyung apologized and tried to hug the boy. Yoongi didn't let himself be hugged though and instead cried louder. Taehyung flinched and sat back, guilt enveloping him.

Yoongi didn't know why he had started crying. Was it because his dignity got lost? Or knowing what was coming next? Was it the pain that he felt on his chin and his back? Or was it the unsettling knowledge of seeing the art piece that he had actually worked so hard on and had people looking forward to was all ruined? Or knowing that it was the one about his family that he still had no knowledge over if they were alive? Yoongi guesses that it was simply all of it combined. Someone had turned his switch and he had just came crashing down once more.

"Oh my god what happened?" Seokjin had rushed from the kitchen as soon as he heard the first sob. He had run in with the knowledge of thinking it was BamBam since the crying seemed unfamiliar. But once his eyes had caught his own little boy crying his heart out on the floor, his heart stopped and he was frozen.

Namjoon was very much like his husband and had came running in from the bathroom the second the cries reached his ears. But instead of being like Seokjin who stopped from shock, Namjoon quickly jogged over to Yoongi and picked him up.

"Hey, sweetheart. What happened? What's wrong, baby boy? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?" Namjoon asked. Yoongi didn't respond and instead continued to sob into the man's neck. My chin is hurt. My artwork is heart. My dignity is hurt. Yoongi could only think as he cried. His head even hurt by the overflowing of emotions that he had at the moment. It just kept going and Yoongi wished someone would turn the faucet off.

"We're sorry uncles! BamBam pushed me and I hurt baby!" Taehyung worriedly said. He frowned as he saw the boy cry his eyes out.

"It's okay you two. We know you two didn't mean it." Namjoon assured the littles. Taehyung nodded as he bit his lip. BamBam stayed silent.

"It's okay, sweetheart. We can just tape up the side of the paper and- "

It wasn't until Seokjin had taken Yoongi from Namjoon had he realized what was wrong. He had a hold under Yoongi's bottom and he immediately knew it felt different.

"Shh. It's okay, kitten. Appa will change you quick, okay?" Seokjin tried to reassure. He realized afterwards that he should have tried to make the situation better because Yoongi only cried harder and shook his head. The teenager did want to get out of the disgusting soiled material on him, but he did not want anybody to touch him.

"Stay here and watch the boys. I'm going to change him quick." Seokjin whispered to his husband. That was all Namjoon had to hear to understand what the older was telling him. Namjoon simply nodded, but grabbed something over by the couch before the other could leave. Seokjin accepted the blue fleece blanket before going upstairs.

Meanwhile, Yoongi continued to internally want to die as he was carried upstairs. He coughed out pitifully as his tears blurred his vision. He felt sick of crying and tried to calm himself down, but feeling himself being laid down on the soft changing table only made it worse.

"Shh, baby boy. It's alright. Appa's here and I promise it'll be over before you know it. It's not so bad." Seokjin cooed at his poor little boy. He sadly ran his fingers threw Yoongi's blonde hair and wiped the tears away. The man hated how Yoongi wasn't even fighting anymore. Eventhough he hated the struggling before, Yoongi not putting much of a fight made him feel worse.

Seokjin sighed when Yoongi continued to quietly cry on his own, so the caregiver decided to begin on changing the boy for Yoongi's sake. Although he tried to be as fast as possible, he would also stare at the teenager from time to time to make sure he was alright.

Yoongi was having another inner battle with himself until he felt hands at his side pulling off the sticky tapes off. His chest still heaved up and down with each cry and he especially flinched when the cold air hit his skin. He whined and tried to bat the hand away from touching him.

Yoongi couldn't hear much from his own cries except for soft cooing noises at him. Nothing had really been helping him and he knew that Seokjin knew as well, because he suddenly felt a now very well familiar rubbery object enter his mouth. 

The teenager really didn't want to accept the object, but he realized he was desperate for any distraction from reality at the moment so he kept it in his mouth. Instead of paying attention to the cold wipe running over his body, Yoongi closed his eyes and sucked on the object. He hated to admit it, but the pacifier was rather soothing at the moment. He could faintly hear Seokjin's encouragement from afar telling him to breathe in and out so that's what he tried to do in this embarrassing situation.

Seokjin was amazed at how the boy was calming himself rather quickly as he finished up putting the new clean diaper on the boy. He was no longer sobbing, but his breathing was still harsh.

The caregiver had barely finished taping the sides of the diaper before he picked Yoongi up again and coddled him. The teenager had snapped his eyes open at the sudden movement, but his rapid heart slowed down at the realization that the scene was over. Yoongi held on tightly as the man rocked him around the room. The teenager would normally be complaining more, but his energy was gone. He felt as weak as the work shifts he once used to have. The other reason was also because he felt the warm feeling of a familiar blanket being wrapped around him.

"My baby's tired, huh? Your head probably hurts from all the emotions happening to you." Seokjin mumbled the last sentence, but Yoongi heard. Yes, his head did hurt. It hurt so much that he couldn't bring himself to lift it up as he laid against the man's shoulder.

Yoongi felt too weak at the moment that the change of location once again startled him. He felt like he had deja vu as he opened his eyes and saw Seokjin holding a green bottle. Yoongi felt the pacifier between his lips being taken away, which honestly made him internally frown.

"You can have a second nap today, prince. I know it's going hard for you right now, kitten." Seokjin nuzzled the tip of his nose into Yoongi's hair. The boy whined a bit. Although he felt half conscious at the moment, he still sent annoyed eyes to the man. Seokjin knew it was odd, but the action couldn't help but make him feel reassured.

This time when the nipple of the bottle ghosted Yoongi's lips, he took it in. He thought he deserved it after a long stressful day. The delicious flavor of the milk that tasted like heaven on Yoongi's tongue almost made up for his hard day.

"Sleep well, baby." He heard Seokjin's voice whisper down to him. The teenager's clouded mind thought about the words. Yes, he was going to sleep well. He felt comfortable and peaceful now. Why shouldn't he not have a peaceful sleep.

He then felt a small kiss on not only his head, but his chin too.

The quiet atmosphere and Seokjin's rocking had made him forget the pain that he once had.

Chapter Text

Yoongi unpleasantly awoke the next day to his head hurting and the sun shining onto his eyes again. He didn't have much memory of awakening the previous day after his second nap. He still had the lingering mess of emotions inside of him that fighting or focusing on anything was too difficult for him to handle. Today he felt the way drunk people seemed after a long night of drinking- hungover. His head wasn't pounding though and it felt more stable than the thoughts that had seemed to be running a mile a minute yesterday.

"Does my baby boy feel better today?" Namjoon had asked the drowsy boy when he came down in Seokjin's arms.

Yoongi didn't answer more than a shrug because although he felt like he had slept for a hundred years, he still wanted to sleep a hundred more. So instead of focusing on any of the caregivers, he let himself be maneuvered into Namjoon's arms. He was basically placed down to straddle the man, so Yoongi simply rested his head on the singer's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"He seems worn out from the drugs, but at least it should be gone by now. He's still exhausted though because he didn't even realize when I changed him." Seokjin commented as he prepared a bottle for the boy.

Yoongi's eyes quickly opened at the comment. His face heated at the new information and he didn't know which one was more embarrassing: the fact that he had went without realizing or not realizing when he was changed. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about it. Instead he was just glad he got over with it again and could avoid it for the time being.

After being fed, Namjoon left to the living room while Seokjin stayed behind.

"I'm guessing you want to watch TV, huh?" Namjoon chuckled as he sat the boy down on his lap facing frontwards. The man had already grabbed the controller and began to flip through the channels.

"Stop." Yoongi suddenly said. The man stopped pressing onto the button and noticed how Yoongi's eyes were already glued to the screen. Namjoon cracked a smile when Yoongi had full concentration on a cartoon about animals he had watched yesterday. Namjoon rested his head on the boy's blanket covered shoulder and made sure to tuck the fleece comfortably around the boy's body.

Seokjin had came into the living room a couple of episodes in. He was about to sit down and join the two when he realized the bored looking expression Yoongi had as he watched the television. His favorite - he meant - preffered show had just finished and he didn't favor the current one as much. Seokjin had paused before quickly leaving the room again. He had an idea to cheer his boy up.

Yoongi had been tiredly resting his head against Namjoon's chest when he saw Seokjin enter the room again. The man walked to stand in front of him and then crouched in front of the boy holding a piece of paper and crayons in the other.

"Sweetheart, daddy and I tried fixing your picture from yesterday." Seokjin began to say as he revealed the drawing Yoongi had previously been working on before the incident.

Yoongi's interest was caught as his eyes scanned over the sheet of paper. He stared at his drawing, completely forgetting about it after his hard day. The picture looked the same as how it did before (clumsy drawings and coloring) except for the unfortunate added details. Nevertheless, he noticed how the ript part on the side was put together by clear tape on the back and how the crayon mark that had been created across it was lighter now. Yoongi could only stare at it before quietly taking it into his hands.

"Daddy and I tried fixing it, but the mark couldn't completely go away. We're sure if you just color it over it will be fine though." Jin finished explaining as he watched the boy intently. Yoongi wasn't showing any emotion as he stared at his picture, a wave of sadness as he stared at the figures. Namjoon had seemed to notice, so he buried his nose into the younger's hair to direct his thoughts somewhere else.

"Want to finishing coloring it, baby boy? Appa and I will help you?" Namjoon offered in a soft tone.

Yoongi had a mental war as he decided what to do. It probably wasn't a good idea to finish the drawing in sake of keeping their suspicioun down, but he couldn't just throw it away. So with a nervous exhale of breath, Yoongi nodded. He actually did want to finish coloring. He enjoyed it.

Yoongi couldn't help but feel another one of those warm feelings when both Jin and Namjoon quickly pecked each side of his cheeks. He cracked a smile when they brushed his hair back and seemed to be smiling as big as him. He was overcome with a weird, but also nice feeling knowing these people were happy because of him.

~~~

"Is that...a bear?" Seokjin cheekly asked as he hugged around Yoongi's waist as they both sat on the floor. His little boy was in between his legs as Yoongi continued to draw the morning away, Namjoon and him watching with wide grins.

"No..." Yoongi shyly answered with a smile of his own. He continued to draw details on what seemed to be his tenth sheet of paper.

"T-That's him." Yoongi quietly looked up and pointed to Namjoon.

He knew Seokjin was only joking because he had drawn the man with a microphone and headphones, unless they had those type of bears in the city. Yoongi didn't really want to know, but either way he laughed when Namjoon scoffed and lightly shoved his laughing husband.

"Oh baby, what's this? A llama?" Namjoon challenged as he pointed to a clear picture of a well dressed Seokjin. Yoongi bit his lip and tried to contain his laughter when Seokjin stopped laughing.

"Excuse me, but I at least make a very handsome llama for your information." Seokjin sassily responded back. Namjoon and Yoongi laughed.

"Of course, my prince." Namjoon mocked, knowing how much Seokjin didn't prefer the royal word. Namjoon leaned in and kissed his husband to prevent anymore bickering that would come his way.

Meanwhile, Yoongi laughed as he shyly stared at his caregivers being silly with each other. Seokjin pushed Namjoon away with one hand.

"Namjoon, I think you went to the wrong prince!" Seokjin dramatically said.

Yoongi looked up from where he had beem drawing, but regretted it almost instantly. He was attacked from kisses from each male and he both squirmed and giggled, trying to get away. By the time they had stopped, they were a smiling mess as Yoongi laid on his side on the ground as he tried to stop his laughs and chest from rising. As much as he wanted to, Yoongi couldn't help himself from doing the action. He was a very ticklish person.

Unfortunately, the mood seemed to be ruined in less than three sentences.

"Come on Yoongi-ah, drawing time is over. You need to eat and take a bath before nap time. I don't want you to accidentally fall asleep in it at night." Seokjin had said before standing up.

Namjoon stopped from gathering the materials. He looked up and saw Yoongi had tensed tremendously after his husband's words. Seokjin had realized it too and hated himself for being so blunt.

"N-No. No bath time." Yoongi quietly said as he sat back up. His heart beat had quickened at just the thought. Yes, a possible warm relaxing bath sounded perfect. He could imagine his bones already untensing and mind clearing at just the thought. But realizing that one of the men were going to be giving him the bath made every relaxing thought turn into a nightmare. The diaper change was one thing, but now bath time? It made him dread every single thought about it.

Seokjin sighed and was ready to discuss with the boy when their doorbell echoed the room. Namjoon motioned him to just let it go for now and they'll tall about it later. Seokjin gave a concerned look, but decided to ignore it for now since the doorbell wouldn't stop ringing.

Seokjin had his mind busy until he suddenly opened the front door and was met with a cheeky smile from the one and only Park Jimin. The man stood in front of him with Jungkook on his hip as the boy lightly tugged on Jimin's blonde hair, but not hard enough for the man to mind. Of course the boy had a green glittery pacifier in his mouth.

"Oh hey hy- OW! HYUNG! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Jimin groaned when Seokjin flicked his forehead. Despite the sudden attack and the pain his Appa was in, Jungkook quietly laughed behind his pacifier. Seokjin was impressed and was liking this kid even more.

"That was for making me and my baby suffer all day yesterday because of your 'slip up'." Seokjin crossed his arms.

Jimin groaned. "I'm sorry, hyung! Ow, that really hurt." He rubbed his forehead with one hand. Seokjin only smiled in pleasure.

"So what brings you here again, Park Jimin?" Seokjin changed the topic. "Oh, and thank you for using the front door this time." He added.

"Well, I had to. The back door was locked." Jimin teased. He barely dodged a shove from his hyung and laughed to himself.

"Oh yeah, so Tae is having his friends over. You know, BamBam, Taeyong, and Winwin. I was wondering if you wanted to come over with Yoongi." Jimin offered. "It could probably help him find his headspace." He quietly added afterwards.

Seokjin held onto the side of the door as he thought about the offer for a moment. The idea with Yoongi seeing other teenagers like him enjoying their headspace could help him accept that it okay. But he didn't know if Yoongi was comfortable meeting new people so quick.

"I'm gonna ask. I'll come over your place in a bit if he says yes." Seokjin said after a minute of thinking.

Jimin being distracted with cooing over Jungkook only gave him a nod in response. He gave a smile to his hyung before leaving back to his own house.

Seokjin returned to the living room and watched how Yoongi was slowly cleaning up the scattered crayons on the ground with Namjoon helping.

"Who was it?" Namjoon looked up from where he held the crayon box. Yoongi looked up as well when he noticed the other's presence.

"It was Jimin. He asked if Yoongi wanted to join Taehyung and his friends. They're going to have a playdate-"

"Yes."

Seeokjin's mouth paused midway from explaining. Namjoon looked down at Yoongi with shock as well at hearing the quick response.

"I-I wanna go." Yoongi shyly finished as he placed the crayons inside the box. He continued to look down as the caregivers gave each other questioning looks to each other.

Yoongi didn't actually want to go their neighbors' home. The thought of meeting more people made him shy and nervous already. But if it will avoid bath time for possibly the day (he was going to plan on falling asleep before coming back home) then he'll do anything.

Seokjin and Namjoon both had raising suspicioun of the reason Yoongi wanted to go, but decided to just agree with him. This could be good for him.

~~~

Yoongi regretted his decision the second the door was opened by a smiling Jimin. Although the man was smiling, Yoongi could tell he wasn't feeling as up to his mood by the way his eyes were down. Loud screams and wails that rang throughout the entire first floor could be the reason for the down look.

"What's wrong with the little lion?" Seokjin sadly cooed once he stepped foot into their living room. He saw Hoseok pacing around with the little hugging his neck and waist.

Yoongi's eyes looked up front from where he was being carried in Namjoon's arms. He sub consciously gripped tighter on his stuffed duck (Yoongi hadn't wanted it, but the men had insisted) in his fingers. He was surprised to see that Taehyung was the one that was crying his heart out rather than the baby little who sat on the fluffy rug with blocks in his hands.

The way Taehyung cried (loud and heart clenching) seemed so utterly broken and sad (unlike the other times he cried for being injured) that it even worried Yoongi. It was always hard for Yoongi to believe that this was the same boy who had been bouncing around his house the day before.

"I don't know. I think he had a nightmare. He woke up crying from his nap." Hoseok informed as he sat down on the couch and bounced his knee to soothe the boy. He was quietly cooing at the boy, but Taehyung only cried and choked on his sobs.

It took a lot of more comforting from both Jimin and Hoseok for Taehyung to at least calm down a bit. They asked what was wrong repeatedly, but once Taehyung answered they felt their blood turn cold.

"V-V was being m-mean again, daddy." Taehyung confessed his nightmare. He sniffeled and tried wiping his tears with his hand curled into a fist.

"H-He was d-doing bad things, again. A-And TaeTae d-doesn't like it. I-I hate V." Taehyung finished as he laid his head on Hoseok's shoulder. He buried his face into the comfort and warmth of the male.

Yoongi looked up from where he had been staring at his duck. He recognized the word V from what Taehyung had said yesterday. Yoongi stared at the caregivers around and realized that the tension had escalated among them. It was so strong, he was sure Jungkook felt it too because the boy stopped playing and looked up at them with curious eyes.

"It's okay, Taehyung. V isn't here anymore. You don't ever have to be V again if you don't want to, alright? You're safe with Daddy and Appa." Jimin managed to say through his own strained voice. All difficult memories from three years ago had suddenly came flooding back into him, Jimin thought he was going to be sick. Hoseok didn't say anything, but nodded and continued to stroke Taehyung's hair. He also had the emotional memory.

Yoongi looked up and stared at his own caregivers. He was confused on why this seemed to be such a difficult topic. Jimin and Hoseok both seemed like they were about to cry themselves. He was even more confused when Namjoon and Seokjin didn't seem to have an expression far off from them.

"Who's V?" Yoongi whispered over to them. It wasn't a good call because his own caregivers seemed worse.

Seokjin swallowed and shook his head.

"It's nothing, sweetheart." He whispered and pushed the hair that fell over Yoongi's eyes to distract himself.

No one else got to say anything else because a sound of a doorbell being repeatedly pressed on grabbed their attention.

"Oh? Who could that be? Your friends?" Jimin said with fake shock as he tickled Taehyung's side a bit. Although the man was still a little shaken, he managed a smile in sake for his baby. He managed to get a positive reaction as Taehyung lifted his head up and looked around the room for the guests.

"I'll get it for you guys." Seokjin offered with a smile. He felt like he needed a distraction himself.

Yoongi turned his head as he watched his caregiver disappear out the doorway of the spacious room. He was getting nervous knowing that new people were coming, but he tried not to focus on it for the time being.

"Hey, I think you have a baby on the loose." Namjoon's voice was suddenly heard, a chuckle escaping. It was then when the rest of the members in the living room realized Jungkook had crawled away from his previous spot.

"He probably went into the playroom. He's been attached to the place since we showed it to him this morning." Hoseok responded. He was about to make his way to stand up when Namjoon suddenly stopped him with a hand.

"It's okay. I'll come bring him back. You guys should stay with Tae and calm him down." Namjoon assured the two caregivers.

He wasn't wrong that they should stay for Taehyung's sake, but he was also doing it for his own baby. The teenager hadn't noticed himself but he had turned anxious and tense in Namjoon's arms after hearing the doorbell. Namjoon wanted to distract him a bit before immediately meeting the other littles. He was sure Seokjin could get them to calm down after their loud greeting they will surely give Taehyung.

Yoongi hadn't been paying much attention to the adults and got startled when he felt himself be moved again. He turned his head around and realized they were walking further into the beautiful house. Yoongi couldn't take his eyes off the pretty house decor that was probably really expensive. The colors were so intriguing and the house decorations were sparkling, showing how expensive they must be.

"Is the bunny here?" Namjoon suddenly said with a smile as he entered an open room. Yoongi turned his head and gasped at the sight.

There were toys everywhere. Decorated playmats on the ground, shelves filled with books and art tools. Different life sized stuffed animals were on one side while on the other stood a table for drawing. The back corner of the room had a huge tent that seemed like it was meant to be used as a fort. There were soft blankets and a small string of lights inside of the fort that made it seem cozy. The room itself seemed like a suitable place for someone to live in and was definitely as big as Yoongi's entire home. Well, old home.

Jungkook has been sitting on the fluffy blue rug rather than the play mat as he dug threw a huge toy chest. He had been clumsily rummaging through the pile when he was caught like a deer in the headlights by the voice. He blushed and tried to shrink back in himself. Although they had already met, Jungkook was still shy.

"What are you doing here, bunny? Don't you want to go play with the others?" Namjoon asked the other with the same pet name. It had came out instinctively and he thought it suited the boy. Namjoon placed Yoongi on one of the playmats. He used it as an excuse that his arms were getting tired, but he was secretly hoping the boy would want to play.

Jungkook had been shyly sitting until he heard Namjoon saying the same pet name again. With a suck of his pacifier, he cocked his head in confusement. His hair fell over his eyes as he pointed to something that he held in his other hand.

Namjoon laughed when he realized that Jungkook had been convenientaly holding a stuffed bunny with white fur and fluffy ears in his right hand. So I'm not the only who thinks he's a bunny, Namjoon thought to himself.

"No. You're the bunny. Aren't you?" Namjoon played around with the boy. Jungkook cracked a tiny smile and shook his head up at the male.

"You're not? Are you sure?" Namjoon bent down and lifted the boy into his arms and bounced him a bit. Jungkook laughed when Namjoon nuzzled his nose against his cheek.

"You're soft like a bunny. You're cute like a bunny?" Namjoon continued to play with the boy. "Are you sure you aren't a bunny?" Namjoon bouned Jungkook more. The little couldn't stop giggling at the silly man. He was laughing so much that his pacifier fell onto the ground with a small thud. Nevertheless, Jungkook still remained giggling and shook his head as he pushed Namjoon's face away with his hands to prevent anymore ticklish kisses.

"You're so cute. I think I might have to steal you for myself- "

A low whine interrupted Namjoon. He looked down and saw Yoongi with an annoyed expression as he sat on the ground.

"Aren't we going to go back now? We fucking found him already." Yoongi asked with a bit of a scowl. He finally realized why they had came into the room in the first place and he didn't know why he had gotten disappointed with it.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes. He placed Jungkook back on the floor and let the curious little roam around once more.

Yoongi had his head turned away from the man as he stared around the room again with a dark look. All looks vanished though when he was suddenly picked up again and was placed in a position to face his caregiver. He stared at the ground.

"Hey, look at me." Namjoon softly tapped on his chin. Yoongi squirmed a bit at the touch, but looked up in annoyance either way.

"We do not curse, okay? I'm sorry I was making my little boy jealous." Namjoon kissed Yoongi's temple quicker than the other could realize. Yoongi's face immediately reddened.

"I wasn't fucking jealous, okay! All of this is stupid either way." Yoongi said back with defiance in his eyes. Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

Namjoon found it odd that Yoongi was suddenly hating everything all of a sudden. He didn't seem as opposed to his new lifestyle earlier the day and had especially stopped cursing as much.

It was then when Namjoon realized what time it was by the small clock in the room. Yoongi had skipped nap time. Although the teenager would call it stupid and unnessecary if Namjoon were to tell him the reason he was acting so grumpy, it actually affected a lot. The teenager wasn't accepting his new life, but his body and emotions were. Namjoon already knew based on the tired eyes and new attitude.

"I'm warning you mister, you better stop with the cursing. Appa told me he had to punish you before and we'll do it again if we have to." Namjoon said as he tapped on Yoongi's mouth. The teenager simply huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Come on Kookie. Let's go with your Appa and Daddy, okay? I also feel like WinWin is going to love meeting you." Namjoon smiled at the last sentence. Jungkook's attention was grabbed and he followed the man out as he crawled.

"We're going to be meeting some littles and I trust you that you'll behave, okay?" Namjoon whispered to Yoongi's ear. The teenager scowled and shrugged but other than that stayed still.

Yoongi was actually put into thought as he finally realized he was going to meet the other littles. Were they still resisting? Probably not, but maybe Yoongi could get something out of them. Maybe he could ask them stuff if the adults weren't paying attention...

Yoongi's thoughts were put into a halt when his eyes finally caught sight of the teenagers (possibly around his age) playing on the ground with toys surrounding them. There was one in a white long sleeve and shorts that was talking excitedely with Taehyung and BamBam. And the other one (Yoongi has never exhaled out so hard while glaring) who was straddling Yoongi's Appa as Seokjin excessivelyy cooed over the little and bounced him on his knee. He didn't have time to say anything because a sudden noise startled him.

"Oooh! 's the Prince!" An excited voice from one of the new littles yelled. Yoongi blinked and lowered his gaze to the boys. His cheeks tinted at the realization of everyone's attention was now on him. They had each stopped whatever they were doing to stare right at him. All littles and caregivers.

"Prince Yoongi! Prince Yoongi!" Taehyung joined along his friend as he smiled up at the teenager. He gave an encouraging smile to help ease the boy's nerves as well as the other boy. BamBam stayed silent and quietly ignored Yoongi as he played.

Namjoon couldn't help but coo at Yoongi who seemed to be even shyer than before. He placed him down because the littles seemed eager for him to join them.

"Hi! 'm Taeyong! That's my brother WinWin!" The new little excitedely pointed to the little on Seokjin's lap. "You wanna play? Let's play!" The boy didn't leave any room for an answer before he moved closer to the boy and handed him a toy.

Yoongi stared at the action figure in his hand. It seemed to be some sort of superhero. He scrunched his nose and placed it on the ground.

"I don't want to play with this shit." He mumbled and stared at it in disgust.

In his offense, he really didn't know what he was supposed to do with the thing. It was just a standing object. At least stacking blocks had a purpose and the stuffed animals were warm and fluffy.

"Yoongi-ah." Seokjin warned from the couch.

Yoongi looked up and realized his caregiver staring at him with a disapointment look. He curled himself back. He didn't know why he felt a pang of guilt as he received the look.

"Last warning baby or we'll have to get the paci." Namjoon warned from where he sat next to his husband. Yoongi didn't say anything (although his insides felt uneasy at it), but shrugged as he remained on his spot. BamBam on the other hand looked up, mind working.

Yoongi was sitting next to the littles as he watched the others play. Taeyong hadn't minded the rejection and had said it was okay with a smile. Yoongi stared at them with curiousity as they fought each other with superhero figures. He really didn't understand how crashing objects into each other was fun, but it clearly was because BamBam was smiling so wide as he tried to attack his friends playfully.

Yoongi had been in deep thought when he felt a poke to his back. He had flinched at first at the sudden contact until he relaxed at just seeing that it was Jungkook who had crawled up behind him. Unlike the littles in front of him, Jungkook and - WinWin was it? - were playing on their own. WinWin seemed to be different than Taeyomg's personality. It was more like Jungkook'a as he sat on the floor with a fluffy bear in between his legs and a paci in his mouth.

Yoongi looked down after he realized that Jungkook hadn't stopped poking him. He stared as the little offered a toy block that had a letter J on all sides. The little himself was holding a K as he pointed to the small stack of other lettered blocks.

"I think Kookie wants to play with you." Jimin smiled from his chair. The man was enjoying the scene.

Yoongi didn't say anything as his eyes remained fixed on the block. With a small frown, he took the item from his hands. Much to Jungkook's delight, the baby pointed to the very wobbly looking stack with a grinning smile. Yoongi knew he wasn't so mean to reject Jungkook (be actually reminded him of his own baby brother), so he took the effort to crawl over to the pile on his weak bones and place the block over. It had been going well until the third block of the stack decided to fall on its side, sending the entire tower to topple as well. Yoongi's entire ghosting smile disappeared.

He didn't know why he was getting a pit of anger forming inside of him. It was just a stupid tower. His fist began to clench and unclench.

"Yoongi- " Namjoon was about to interfere once he realized Yoongi's dark expression, until a cute laugh suddenly interrupted him.

Yoongi was startled as well by the laugh. His cold eyes gazed up and realized that it was WinWin who had begun laughing. The little boy's eyes were bright as his laughs continued, his paci falling on the process. Yoongi watched as the boy crawled over him and handed him one of the fallen blocks.

" 'gain! 'gain!" WinWin repeated with a smile. Yoongi's eyes turned over to Jungkook and he realized that the little was also smiling widely.

Yoongi's previous anger got washed away as he took the block. Now with a bit more of determination and lighter heart, he began to stack the blocks again.

Seokjin and Namjoon watched with amazement as Yoongi continued to stack the items together. Once the tower would be made, either Jungkook or WinWin would try to knock it over. Yoongi remade the stack with more effort each time.

"He's actually playing!" Seokjin could barely keep his excitement as he whispered to his husband. Namjoon chuckled and nodded as he grabbed his husband's hand and curled his fingers around it.

"And now we know what he likes." Namjoon couldn't help but add. He pointed to the Taehyung and his friends. "He hates action figures." Namjoon then pointed to the boys with smaller headspaces. "But he likes blocks." Namjoon smiled.

Seokjin didn't know how happier that simple comment made him feel.

~~~

Yoongi felt different. Not like yesterday when his emotions were going up and down. He felt...fuzzy. His brain did at least.

He didn't know how much he had enjoyed Jungkook and WinWin's company as they continued to build towers. There was something about it that made him want to continue seeing them laugh and have fun at the same time.

Of course the fun times don't last so long though.

Jungkook had just knocked down probably their hundreth tower when one block lettered 'V' had accidentally rolled over to the other group.

Yoongi had crawled over to grab it when Taeyong suddenly picked it up before him.

"Oooh. V! Like him!" Taeyong answered excitedely as he pointed to Taehyung.

"Stop~" Taehyung quietly complained as he sat on his knees and held a race car in his fingers.

"Leave him 'lone, hyung." BamBam commented as he noticed his friend's fallen expression.

"Sorry." Taeyong pouted as he handed the block back to Yoongi.

It was then when the fuzzy feeling suddenly left Yoongi's head. He blinked once as he tried to realize something. The room was quiet. Yoongi turned his head and saw the empty couch. They were alone. All the caregivers had said that the would be in the kitchen. The mention of V had made Yoongi remember that he had wanted to talk with the littles.

Yoongi stayed sitting on his spot for a second until he told himself to just get it over with it.

"Don't you guys miss your home?" He bluntly asked. He didn't realize how much of a silly question it sounded like until the littles gave him a weird look.

"No. I'm going home after this, silly." Taeyong had laughed. Taehyung and BamBam snickered as well.

Yoongi couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"No, like home before Selection Day. What about your real family?" He asked with more of a dumb tone.

"Ew. No! I hated my family! They mean!" Taeyong scrunched his nose and shook his head.

"I- I didn't have one." Taehyung simply said as he rolled his car over the floor. His down casted expression was back as his lips turned downwards.

BamBam didn't say anything, but his own face was turned down. It was more of an angry expression though.

"Why? Did you have a family?" BamBam tried to keep his anger in control.

"Yeah. I had a mother and four younger siblings." Yoongi spoke nervously after he realized he had created an uncomfortable atmosphere.

"They're gonna die." BamBam mumbled to himself. But since the room was so quiet, everyone heard loud and clear.

"BamBam!" Taehyung and Taeyong both gave their friend a look.

"What! 's true!" He tried saying innocently. He turned his head towards Yoongi. "They're probably dying right now and will if you don't escape. Or what? Are you gonna be selfish an' stay as prince of Seoul?" BamBam asked with a raised eyebrow. Yoongi stared at the little with his mouth agape.

"Stop Bamie or 'm gonna tell uncles that you're being mean." Taeyong told his friend although he wouldn't because he isn't a tattle taler.

Taehyung didn't say anything but stared at Yoongi. The teenager was creating nail marks on his skin as he fisted his hands. Taehyung knew it wasn't a good sign as Yoongi glared holes into the ground.

"Yoongi. D-Don't listen to Bamie. Uncle Joonie is pwobably looking for- "

"Can't you fucking shut up already?" Yoongi snapped his eyes over to the little. Taehyung froze mid sentence.

"What? Are you going to tell me to not escape? Eventhough you probably tried it yourself? I know you were resisting and worse than me when you got here. I don't know what they did to you, but news flash. They brainwashed you or something. You can act all happy and shit to try to pretend that the person before Selection Day never existed, but at the end of the day you're still the old you. You're still V even though you hate him. You're always going to be V even if you like it or not." Yoongi yelled at the little.

The atmosphere turned quiet and the room was still. The only sound was Yoongi's harsh breathing after his rant.

The three littles had their mouths agape at the outburst. No one moved for a second until everyone's eyes slowly shifted from Yoongi and towards Taehyung. Although Yoongi was too caught up with himself, a small part of him realized that he had went too far especially since it was a clear sensitive topic for Taehyung. The said boy didn't say anything, but his broken eyes spoke for himself. His face was turned downwards with the saddest look any of his friends had ever seen on him.

BamBam's pity look slowly transformed into an angry one again. He snapped his head towards Yoongi and glared at him as cold as he could.

"Uncle Joonie!!!"

Yoongi flinched at the sudden noise. He didn't know why he felt that unsettling feeling in his stomach once he heard his caregiver's harsh footsteps coming their way. He had a feeling he knew what BamBam was going to do.

"Yoongi is being mean and he was cursing! He made TaeTae sad!" BamBam pointed to the clearly saddened boy who sat quietly on his own.

All it took was one glance at Taehyung's deflated expression and then to Yoongi's still expression that Namjoon put two and two together on what may have happened.

Before Yoongi realized it, he felt himself be picked up by the familiar strong arms. All previous guilt melted into frustration and anger. No. He was done with playing baby. He wanted to leave. Now.

"U-Uncle Joonie! It's okay! Yoongi didn't mean it! He's just grumpy right now!"

BamBam stared at his best friend with unbelievable eyes. He still couldn't believe Taehyung was forgiving Yoongi after offending him so much.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was having a big rage as he felt a familiar pacifier being placed into his mouth. He tried to spit it out but the strap on the back was already tightened around him.

"Shh. We'll take it off in a bit and then you're going to apologise to Taehyung, alright?" Namjoon bounced the boy. Yoongi tried to curse at the man and attempt take the pacifier off, but he still hadn't managed to figure out how to undo it. Instead of trying any more, he just pushed his body as far as away as possible and kicked his legs against the man. His yells of demanding to be let go were muffled by the soother although it was nothing but soothing at the moment.

"Hey boys, " Hoseok suddenly popped his head into the living room. He paused when he saw the horrible state Yoongi was in, but ignored it when Namjoon said it was alright.

"Do you guys wanna play in the backyard?" Hoseok offered. "You can show them the new toys we got you, Tae." He finished waringly.

If Hoseok noticed something was wrong with his baby, he didn't mention it because Taehyung suddenly smiled so wide and nodded quickly to have enough proof if something was actually wrong. The littles knew he wasn't really as happy though because his eyes still seemed down.

"Come on! Let's go!" Taehyung ordered the rest when no one moved. His friend uneasily stood up, but smiled when Taehyung seemed to be giving them an encouraging look.

The three littles disappeared out of the room and their footsteps echoed until it was silent once more. Jimin exited the kitchen and made his presence in the living room.

"Oh! WinWin fell asleep!" Jimin cooed as he realized the baby had fell alseep over his fluffy teddy bear.

"It is supposed to be nap time for the babies. Our prince skipped his a long time ago." Namjoon answered as he struggled to hold a stil fighting Yoongi who was weakly hitting against him.

"Oh, is that why he's so grumpy?" Jimin questioned as he picked up the sleeping little. Namjoon nodded.

Yoongi stopped momentarily to send daggers at the man. No, he wasn't throwing a tantrum because he hadn't had nap time. He was angry at the entire world that was making him go through all this and wouldn't let him simply go home. Although he was tired- but that wasn't the point!

"Come on, Kookie. Let's put you down for nap time too." Hoseok gathered the exhausted seeming little into his arms.

To say he was shocked when Jungkook whined and shook his head was an understatement. He squirmed a bit in Hoseok's arms and pointed towards the direction of where the boys had disappeared off.

"Oh, you wanna go outside?" Hoseok asked. The boy didn't answer except for his uncomfortable squirming and pointing.

"Why don't you take him outside, Hoseokie?" Jimin offered. "I'll put WinWin down so he can sleep better." The man offered before leaving upstairs. He has given his husband a look before leaving because this was actually a form of progress. This was the first time Jungkook had expressed his own opinion.

"Hey, do you want to take that little kitten outside? Maybe some time outside will help calm him down." Hoseok offered to Namjoon.

"Outside?" Namjoon frowned a bit. "Does my baby want to go outside?" He asked down to the teenager.

Yoongi had paused all fighting when he heard the offer. Outside, He repeated to himself. He could see if there were any ways to escape the home if he were to escape once he was stronger.

Yoongi nodded.

The caregivers took both littles outside and Yoongi came to realize that he was always going to regret every decision he made. Not only was the sun blinding him at the moment, but at first glance he knew he was going to have to find a different way to escape. The backyard was huge with fences that were taller than his caregivers. They were fancy wooden fences that didn't have cracks in between them and there were definitely no broken ones that he could possibly crawl through. But there should be a door here? Shouldn't it? He thought carefully to himself.

Hoseok and Namjoon placed the babies down on outside lounge chairs instead of the grass. The ground was currently muddy because of the hose Taehyung always liked to play with and would create a mess. Yoongi scrunched his nose as he leaned over his side and stared at the ground at the side of the chair. He realized his side was the most muddy. He was always sort of a clean freak and would never be one to play in mud or dirt like the other boys as he grew up.

"Daddy!" Taehyung's voice suddenly called out. The caregivers looked up. "C-Can get the ball out of the tree, pease? Stuck!" Taehyung finished yelling from the other side of the yard. He was frowning with the littles at his side as he pointed up at their big oak tree. A bouncy ball was stuck in between the branches.

Hoseok made sure Jungkook was secure on the chair and had the fuzzy bunny on his lap before scurrying off to the rescue.

Namjoon had just warned Yoongi to sit back or else he would fall down leaning down when Jimin's head popped from the backdoor.

"Hey, hyung. Jin hyung said he wanted to talk to you for a sec." Jimin's tone was uneasy. "He said that one of the men called. They think they might have something." Jimin whispered and gave Namjoon a look that the taller perfectly understood what it meant. His heart beat quick.

Jimin had disappeared back into the house before Namjoon could ask him anything else. The caregiver had left the cooking food unattended and was paranoid to leave it alone for too long. Namjoon sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his hand smoothing through his blonde-brown locks. He glanced back down and realized Yoongi seemed fairly relaxed than before. His eyes showed that he was still angry, but at least he sat quietly. The boy was busy looking around the open space.

"Sweetheart, I'll be back quick. Please stay out of trouble, okay?" Namjoon bent down and kissed Yoongi's hair. The boy jumped a bit in surprise since he had been trapped in his own thoughts.

Although Namjoon really didn't know if he could trust the boy right after a tantrum, the reassurance of Hoseok still being outside kept his worry at bay. The man would be back soon.

Namjoon slipped himself threw the screened back door and rushed towards Seokjin. He immediately heard the soft voice of his husband's coming from the living room and walked himself over to him. The man was standing in the middle of the room as his eyes stared into nothing since his concentration was so focused. A lot of 'yes' and 'I understand' later and Seokjin was finally off the call.

"Well?" Namjoon voiced out in the silent room. Seokjin seemed busy as he reviewed everything the person on the other line had informed him. 

"Well, they said a lot. But the important thing of it was that based on the information given to us and the one you had added in yesterday, they might have something." Seokjin toyed with his bottom lip as he played with his smartphone in hand. Namjoon stared at him with full concentration as he waited for the rest.

"They're not sure, but they think they might have found their location. The men asked some people around, but all of them rudely, may I add, responded back with no information. They were about to give up in asking when some teenagers who had overheard said that they knew who they were talking about and proved them right by naming the exact same information the men had, so they weren't lying." Seokjin paused and exhaled a breathe he didn't know he was holding in. Namjoon listened carefully as his husband gave quick details on what the teenagers had described.

"They're going to call back in a bit. They're heading to the location right now." Seokjin finished with another sigh.

Namjoon stood with his mouth parted in surprise. His brain was running rapidly at all the information he was thrown at. Although he had a lot more questions and definitely wanted to talk personally with the men, he let out a huge sigh of relief. A big part of him was eased down from the good news.

"I don't want to celebrate yet, though." Seokjin added. "There could still be a chance we all got everything wrong or the teenagers are tricking them." Seokjin shook his head.

Namjoon nodded in understanding. But eventhough there was that chance, both caregivers were secretly assured that this was it. Namjoon didn't want to do anything but hug and kiss his husband so much because god did he love him, but unfortunately that would have to wait for another time.

The extremely loud muffled cries of Yoongi made their celebrating stop.

•••

Yoongi wasn't going to admit it, but he had been tired. He had missed his nap time that he had actually grown accustomed the most during this whole transition. He would be given warm milk that made his stomach satisfied and was placed in bed so he could sleep as long as he felt like. But he had missed his nap this time and after his fail in talking with the other littles, he felt grumpier than usual and knew his body was just screaming to go to sleep.

But at the end he is still Min Yoongi and Min Yoongi's determination always beat anything, even sleep. Yoongi wanted to find the door that led out of this prison and oh was he going to find it.

So with sleepy eyes, Yoongi searched. He probably seemed weird as he turned his head crazily to search for any sort of exit on the fenced area. Jungkook was probably having the time of his life as he stared at Yoongi with amused eyes. Jungkook was in his headspace and the other teenager looked silly. He couldn't help but smile to himself with his bunny sitting in between his legs.

All fun and games soon disappeared though when Jungkook caught something at the corner of his eye. He squinted as he saw BamBam inch closer to them. He had left the other littles (who were still struggling from the other side to retrieve the ball) and came closer to the resting area. Jungkook had thought the boy was going to go back inside, and maybe he was going to, until his eyes had landed on Yoongi. The little paused and stood still on his place. He let go of the doorknob that had already been in his grasp and stared at Yoongi. Jungkook didn't like how the boy seemed to have gears begin to move in his head.

Meanwhile, the teenager hadn't noticed BamBam's presence at all. He wasn't having a care in the world actually because once he spotted what seemed to be a lock at the beginning of the wooden fence, nothing mattered to him anymore. His tired eyes squinted as he inched forward on his seat again. He was kneeling, facing the side of the chair as he dangerously leaned forward. Yoongi was trying to see if it could actually be a lock for a door. If it was, he hit bingo. Yoongi leaned even further into his seat as he tried to examine the far object.

After that, everything had happened to quick for any human eye to follow. One second the atmosphere had been quiet with nothing but the sound of birds chirping. But then the second, it had turned louder than a riot.

A small sound of what was probably a yelp from Jungkook was the only form of warning that Yoongi got to hear. It was startling enough for it to grab Yoongi's attention, but not fast enough to save him. Yoongi had just looked up when his entire body seemed to moving before him. Gravity pushed him down too quick that it was impossible for Yoongi to try to stop himself from his unfortunate fate.

The boy landed harshly into the pool of mud that had haunted him not just ten minutes ago. He felt the brown substance get stuck on his arms and legs since he had landed on his stomach. The mix of rough and smooth had him holding his breathe and cringing badly.

He lifted his head miserably and visibly shuddered when his cheeks got dirty of the mud as well. Yoongi's heart pulsed quickly and the color of his face began to change to red. He felt so gross and disgusting. This was probably one of his worst nightmares that had came true. Everything about the situation made it sickening for the teenager.

He blinked and noticed someone standing next to him. He blinked again since his vision was beginning to turn watery, but he kept it in. Once he saw who it was though, he regretted it.

"Good luck for bath time, prince." BamBam innocently smiled down at him, but his brown eyes could only be described as pure evil. 

Yoongi's breathe hitched. All previous feelings of disgust were converted into what could only be described as pure anger. Yoongi scrunched his eyes closed and took in a deep breathe.

He let out one of the most deafening screams and cries that his throat could handle. His eyes broke the gate and let his tears run freely as he continued to scream muffled cries behind his pacifier.

Everyone's attention was surely grabbed by the first scream and everyone at the house had ran to the owner of the cries. The shocked gasps emitting from the pairs of feet that had landed in front of Yoongi made the teenager only cry harder.

"Oh what happened, baby? It's okay." Seokjin immediately cooed after he had been quick to pick up his little. He didn't care if his expensive outfit was getting ruined. He had other priorities.

"He fell, U-Uncle." BamBam informed with his fake innocence once again. He was staring with worried eyes as Seokjin rocked the boy from side to side. Yoongi lifted his head and glared at the boy. No one seemed to notice because Seokjin just continued rocking him.

The rocking wasn't doing anything but making the situation worse. Yoongi didn't want to be rocked. He wanted to escape and possibly punch BamBam's face. He didn't want to be babied and he especially didn't want bath time like he was sure was to come. He had came here to avoid it and everything was going the complete opposite of what he had planned. He began to scream harder, kick, and push as much he could.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had reacted as much as Yoongi had with BamBam's comment. All the adults were busy pestering over the prince to notice his own angry look.

The little squirmed in his seat and looked around him. He realized Taehyung was standing next to him with a dejected look as the boy stared at the helpless prince. He had flashbacks and remembered how bad he had gone through his own first months after being chosen. Taehyung really wanted Yoongi to enjoy his new life, but why do bad things keep on happening to him? Taehyung wants the boy to like it here, but he knows the teenager doesn't have any trust on them. Taehyung didn't have any of it when he had first came, so he knew exactly how Yoongi was feeling.

The pull of his shirt made Taehyung come out of his memories. The little looked down and saw his brother pointing at a direction. Taehyung's questioning eyes followed until it landed on BamBam.

"Bamie?" He asked. The little was confused on what the younger was saying.

Taeyong who had been standing next to Taehyung noticed Jungkook's continuous points and whines. Taehyung wasn't following when Jungkook only pointed to BamBam and Yoongi.

"Did Bamie push Yoongi?" Taeyong quietly asked after finally connecting the pieces. The glares Yoongi kept throwing at BamBam was a huge help to figuring it out.

Jungkook sighed in relief and nodded at finally being understood. He still felt small in his headspace and the struggle of forming words were harder than solving a math equation.

"BamBam pushed Yoongi?!" Taehyung asked in disbelief. It was perfect timing for Taehyung to look up because he realized BamBam was smirking with crossed arms when Yoongi gave him another glare.

Anger built up in Taehyung's chest.

~~~

"Please sweetheart, it's okay. I promise bath time will be quick and fun! And then you can have a bottle and nap time!" Seokjin bounced the boy as he walked in through their front door of the house.

Yoongi's cries were louder. His strength was officially gone after using so much energy. His throat was raw from screaming so cries were the only thing he had left. Despite being extremely weak, he tried to squirm in Seokjin's hold again so he can be put down.

"Here, put him down. I'll start undressing him while you prepare the bath." Namjoon said over to his husband as he hung his jacket on the coat rack.

Eventhough the man's words didn't help Yoongi feel any better, he felt much more relieved at finally being put down on the ground. He rested his body against the wall of the living room and tried to even his breathe. The click of the pacifier strap lock and the feeling of it being removed from his mouth was probably what heaven felt like.

Seokjin cooed and bent down to kiss the boy's forehead before he left off quickly to start the bath. Namjoon remained quiet and sat across from Yoongi on the ground.

"My baby's had a bad day, huh?" Namjoon sadly frowned as he took of the muddy white sock from Yoongi's right foot. The boy flinched and pulled his leg back.

"I promise I won't hurt you, baby." Namjoon's deep voice whispered. His eyebrows were scrunched into concern and worry. Yoongi was still crying and tears were coming out. His body leaned still against the wall with exhaustion as his head tilted to the side.

Namjoon toyed with his bottom lip as he removed the next sock. It had been quiet until the teenager suddenly let out a whimper.

"I-I wanna go home." Yoongi suddenly said and choked on a sob. He felt done as his head pounded from a headache and the entire day recapped in his brain.

Namjoon looked up. He stared right into Yoongi's eyes.

"You want to go home? Is Daegu a better place than Seoul?" Namjoon asked with interest. The singer really wanted to know if what bothered Yoongi was really where they lived. Because if that was the case-  Namjoon really hoped it wasn't.

Yoong scrunched his nose and answered without hesitation. "No."

Yoongi paused for a second. "Everyone hated me and wished I was dead. I starved and never slept. I stole and ran. I hate Daegu. They hate me." Yoongi responded quietly.

"Then why is going back home so important little one?" Namjoon carefully asked. The man wasn't asking just because any information would help them find Yoongi's family, but because he wanted to know if their little trusted them. At this rate though, he really didn't think so.

Yoongi exhaled before saying, "Cause of my family. T-They're my responsibility. I've been taking care of the six of us basically all of my life." He commented. He decided to stop himself when he realized he had said a number. A number that could lead to questions.

Yoongi's eyes were turning glassy again as he recalled the conversation he had with the other littles in the living room. His lip shook a bit as he spoke.

"I'm so fucking selfish. I'm all happy and playing baby while my family is out there dying. They're gonna die, aren't they?" Yoongi could only hold his glare for a few seconds before he choked on another sob. He was angry, sad, and frustrated all at the same time. I fucking hate myself, he repeated and repeated.

"Hey, Yoongi-ah calm down. You're gonna hurt yourself." Namjoon got closer and tried to stop the clawing marks his nails were making against his skin. The man was realizing the boy was getting worked up again because of his thoughts.

Yoongi coughed as he sobbed. His red eyes were rimmed and his throat felt clogged up, but he couldn't help it. He was just so angry at himself.

"I need to go home! I wanna go home!" Yoongi cried as Namjoon pulled him into his chest.

"I can't stay here! BamBam was right. They're gonna die." Yoongi cried into Namjoon's chest helplessly.

"Yoongi, baby. Please stop." Namjoon pleaded. He noticed Yoongi's lip began to bleed from how hard his teeth had been digging on them. His nails were still going deep in too.

Namjoon felt utterly helpless as Yoongi cried loudly again. The fact that it was just from pure sadness made it worse. The singer's heart beat quickly as he searched his brain on how to help on his baby's clear anxiety attack.

Namjoon got an idea, but he really didn't like it. At all.

But one look at Yoongi's struggled breathing and tears made him know that he had to do this. He had to do it in sake of Yoongi and his trust.

"Yoongi, listen to me, okay? Listen to Daddy." Namjoon leaned down to whisper into Yoongi's ear. The man noticed at the corner of his eye Seokjin rushing in with a panicked face of his own. Namjoon signaled him to not say anything.

Yoongi coughed but slowed down his rapid mumbles and breathing. He had his head over Namjoon's shoulder and had the man's shirt gripped in a fist hold. Namjoon took it as a signal that the boy was listening.

"Appa and I have already found your family." Namjoon whispered as he rubbed Yoongi's back. The teenager tensed in his hold and didn't move. Seokjin tensed as well.

"You have a baby brother, right? Three sisters and your mother? They're all very beautiful like our sweet baby boy." Namjoon rocked the boy.

Yoongi stopped crying completely and dwelled in the words that was just told to him. He stayed still and quiet and waited for Namjoon to continue. He was too afraid of what the next sentence would be.

"We wanted to surprise you, but cat is out of the bag now, huh?" Namjoon managed a chuckle. He had his hand stroking Yoongi's hair now and pressed him even closer to his chest. He didn't care if the mud that was now imprinted on him.

Yoongi lifted his head and stared at Namjoon. His eyes seemed hopeful, but not complete trusting.

"You used to live far away near the gardens? Closest thing was a market? You shared a room with your sisters and your mother slept with your baby brother." Namjoon gave all right details so he could give proof that he wasn't lying. Seokjin pursed his lips into a thin line as he placed a hand on the doorway sill.

"Appa and I made sure they're safe. They now live in a beautiful house right outside of Seoul since we can't keep them here because of the laws. But we made sure they have everything they need. Food. Bed. Clothes. There's a play area for your siblings and a beautiful garden full of blooming flowers. They live as rich as you do, prince. They're safe." Namjoon whispered as he brushed a mud stain dangerously close to Yoongi's eye. Although Namjoon's body was filled with guilt, he couldn't help but enjoy how peaceful amd reassured Yoongi seemed. The boy's tears had stopped and his breathing had resumed to be even.

"S-Safe?" Yoongi repeated slowly, like if his brain was trying to wrap around the idea of it.

Namjoon nodded. "They are safe and will always be safe. You don't have anything to worry about them. You never again have to worry about them. Your only job is to allow Appa and I to spoil you rotten and love you more than anything, alright baby?" The man kissed Yoongi's forehead delicately.

"We love you more than you'll ever know, baby boy." Namjoon softly finished.

Yoongi stood still for a couple of seconds. He didn't know how to react. His brain was still processing the entire thing. Was this real?

For now, Yoongi allowed his body to rule over him before his brain did. And his body decided to just simply stop and hug Namjoon's neck. He buried his face into the man's warmth and decided to just stay there.

Namjoon was startled by the action as much as Seokjin was. Namjoon hugged back again and kissed the top of Yoongi's head.

The man looked up and met the eyes of his husband's. Seokjin leaned against the doorway with crossed arms. He shook his head, but he didn't show any form of anger. He couldn't. He knew if he would have been in Namjoon's position, he might of done the same. Seokjin couldn't help but feel remorse and guilt in his chest.

But maybe this was the right thing.

Maybe their baby will finally come out to play soon.

Chapter Text

Yoongi whined when he was carried into the bathroom. Although the room was very fancy and huge with its grand bath at the far back, double sinks at the side, chandelier lights overhead, and had the scent of blooming flowers, this was the last room Yoongi wanted to be at the moment.

Yes, he was very dirty and felt very gross with his face covered in mud and dirt underneath his nails. His clothes had already been stripped away and had only been left in the bulky diaper embarrassingly enough. Yoongi didn't bring himself enough to care at the moment as long as he wasn't completely stripped in front of the men yet.

"Look, sweetheart. We put bubbles and toys and made sure the water is warm for you." Seokjin tried to convince the boy. Namjoon placed him down on the soft rug so Yoongi could inspect the bath carefully himself. Seokjin had crouched down at his side and grabbed his left hand softly before he quietly dipped it into the water. Yoongi unintentionally gasped. The water was nice and warm. It felt inviting and relaxing. A blanket sort of feeling for his exhausted body. Yoongi was always used to showering with cold ice water, so this feeling was absolutely foreign for him.

"Look, we bought you toys if you want to play." Namjoon crouched down on the other side of Yoongi. He grabbed a bucket from one of their cabinets and brought it to sit in between Yoongi and him. Both of the men gave encouraging smiles as they showed each bath toy to the teenager. Yoongi had ignored all the figures and toy boats, but he couldn't stop staring at the yellow rubber ducks.

Namjoon formed a smile when he caught the younger's eye. "You really like ducks, huh?" The man commented. 

Yoongi's eyes never failed to follow as Namjoon reached his hand in and grabbed the yellow object. Yoongi flinched back a bit when Namjoon grabbed his right hand, unwrapped his tight fist, and placed the toy in his fingers. He then grabbed another one and squeaked it right in front of Yoongi's nose. The younger jumped on his spot at being startled. Seokjin and Namjoon cooed.

"Okay. How about you keep your duck with you while we bathe you? He could distract you, okay? We promise to be quick." Seokjin commented as he whispered into the boy's ear. Yoongi gave a frown at the statement, but nodded nevertheless. He didn't feel like putting much of a fight after everything that had occurred to him. He had also decided to keep the duck because maybe it will distract him like the paci had done for his diaper change.

Yoongi braced himself when he felt the tape of the diaper being pulled. He was glad the men always kept their promises because he was placed into the warm bath water almost immediately after having his last garment taken off. Yoongi had no place for complaining when the warm water reached half of his body, the soapy bubbles covering his bottom half. It felt like a bed. The warmth, the softness from the bubbles, and the fragrance smell of the nearby soaps made Yoongi de-tense and want to just sleep then and there.

"Hey, don't fall asleep now on us, please." Seokjin laughed when he saw his baby's eyes start to close.

Yoongi whined when he felt his head being pulled back and water falling over his hair. His eyes were thankfully protected by Namjoon's large hand.

"We promised to be quick, okay? Although I think you seem fine, I think we should get you into bed soon." Namjoon commented.

Yoongi couldn't say anything more because he felt his scalp beginning to be massaged. His hair was being shampooed by Namjoon and he could hear Seokjin getting ready to wash his body. Yoongi sighed in relaxation. His heartbeat beated with a regular pace as his hand gripped around the yellow duck, a small squeak echoing the large room. He didn't need the distraction, but he found himself sub consciously doing so. Yoongi's heart fluttered as he thought on how this was the most he had ever felt taken care of. It was odd and foreign, but he liked it.

Yoongi was exhausted out of his mind so that everything after the scalp message, it was just a haze. The soft calls from his caregivers were telling him to wake up, but the soothing sounds only seemed to be doing the opposite. The still warm bath wasn't doing a great job in helping in that as well.

Yoongi's head lolled to the side as he felt his Appa's soft hands take him out of the bath and wrap him with a fluffy towel. You wouldn't be able to ask him what color it was because his eyes had been closed for a while now.

"Is he asleep?" He could hear Namjoon ask. He was being carried by his Appa and then felt himself be placed down on a padded surface. He scrunched his nose when he felt the soft material of the diaper placed underneath him.

"Nope. He's still awake." Seokjin had laughed. Yoongi felt him boop his nose, but he couldn't bring himself the effort to whine about it.

His daddy began dressing him into a footed sleeper. He could tell it was him because the hands were bigger and stronger. They were comforting nonetheless.

"Should we wake him up later? It's barely 5 in the afternoon." Namjoon whispered. Yoongi was picked up and placed down on something he definitely didn't miss. He curled himself into the soft mattress and sucked on the pacifier that he hadn't even realize when it got into his mouth. The blankets were pulled up to his chin as he breathed evenly.

"I don't think so. He's capable of sleeping through the night with no trouble." Seokjin commented. "He's had a long day, too. I don't want him to stress out in any way for the rest of the day." He whispered even lower.

Namjoon nodded and looked down at the sleeping baby. His breathes had finally evened out and he would suck the blue glittery pacifier every now on then. He had finally fallen into the long awaiting slumber.

"Goodnight, baby boy." Namjoon had leaned down to kiss first. Seokjin had followed the same.

Both of the caregivers exited the room before turning the night light on and switching off the main over head lights. They left the door open just in case.

Namjoon had just stepped out of the room and turned his head to face his husband when a painful flick of a finger landed on his forehead.

"Ow!!! That hurt!" Namjoon brought up his hand to rub his forehead. He looked up to his husband with an annoyed look, but once he saw the unamused expression Seokjin held with his arms crossed he decided to save it.

"I want to give you a hundred more flicks for being stupid." Seokjin whispered harshly at his husband. Namjoon gulped and every ounce of annoyance he one held from pain had vanished. Judging by the strain look Seokjin was giving him, he clearly wasn't happy with him. Well, Namjoon wouldn't have been either if he were in his place.

"Okay, look. I know it wasn't the right choice- "

"The right choice?!" Seokjin freaked out. He pulled Namjoon farther away from the nursery by the shirt. "You just lied to our baby and said that we had his family all taken care of!" Seokjin exclaimed.

"I had specifically said that the men were still heading to the location, Joon. Nothing was confirmed yet and there was still a possibility that those teenagers were lying." Seokjin continued to rant. "What if something wasn't right? What if something happened to them and we lied to Yoongi on how they were alright? It'll be our fault, Joonie." Seokjin's tone changed from anger to guilt. The prince didn't know if he could live with himself knowing that he had lied to his baby. They were supposed to be getting Yoongi to trust them and this little lie had just ruined all possiblity of trust if Yoongi were to find out.

Namjoon grabbed Seokjin's hands. "It won't be our fault, it will be mine, okay?" Namjoon eyes stared deep into Seokjin's. "And I know it wasn't right, but I wasn't going to let Yoongi destroy himself in pity and remorse. Him having a panic attack today made me realize I couldn't let that go on. As much as I hate it, it was the only thing I could do, Jinnie." Namjoon whispered softly. 

He let go of Seokjin's hands and looked down to the floor. It seemed as if he was thinking carefully within himself. His eyes narrowed, but then unfolded. Namjoon blinked before he made a decision. He walked down the stairs without a word. The elder was stunned with the sudden action and followed behind. He saw the man head towards the front door as he grabbed his keys and coat.

"Where are you going?" Seokjin quietly asked. He was admiring the determined look that had sparked onto his husband's face.

Namjoon walked over to his husband quickly. "I'm going to head down to Daegu myself. I'm sure Hoseok and Jimin will let me use one of their smaller trains to get there quicker. I already made a promise to Yoongi, so I'm going to make sure that whatever I told him comes true." Namjoon quickly explained. Seokjin was too busy processing what his husband had said to realize the quick kiss he was given.

"I'll be back by the time Yoongi is up tomorrow." Namjoon said again before he gave another kiss to Seokjin. This time Seokjin made sure not to miss it.

Seokjin greeted away his husband with a still dazed look when the man slipped out the door. He sighed as the house turned silent as he was left with nothing but himself. Seokjin strolled over to his couch and robotically sat down. He sat in silence and did nothing but think on what was going on. Suddenly, he let out a sigh and picked up his phone. Seokjin wrapped himself around with a warm blanket that hung over their couch and dialed the phone number he knew by heart.

"Jimin, " Seokjin said once the line got picked up. "Our lives are too complicated." The man quietly said into the phone. The familiar laugh of his best friend already made him smile.

"Tell me about." Jimin responded. Seokjin shook his head with a smile as he faintly heard the loud excited screams of Taehyung and what seemed like cries from Jungkook. Hoseok's struggling voice in the background also made him laugh.

They had a lot coming their way.

~~~

Yoongi woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. The soft mattress felt similar to heaven and he was shocked at how relaxed he felt under the fleece blankets. He didn't even want to put up a fight about his duck stuffie being hugged in his arms or the pacifier sitting between his lips. Although he had repeated this routine plenty of times, it suddenly felt different. It took him a while to actually pinpoint what was different though... 

Yoongi cracked a smile behind his soother once he realized what it was. His stress and worry were no longer there. His family was safe.

Yoongi hadn't thought much about it the night before (his head had been everywhere to think properly), but now he was actually realizing what his caregivers had told him. His family was safe. They're living as rich as me, Yoongi smiled even wider. He sub consciously hugged his duck tighter and buried his face into it. He had a weird feeling that made him giddy for some reason at the new knowledge. He didn't have anything to worry about now.

"Huh? Is the world ending? What has my baby up at six in the morning and smiling?" Seokjin's soft soothing voice filled the room.

Seokjin didn't think he had ever seen anything so precious. The man was leaning against the nursery's doorway with sleep lingering his eyes. He had rushed out of bed when he heard rustling and had curiousily checked up on his baby.

Yoongi had been startled by Seokjin's voice, but didn't seem angry at all. The boy who had been hugging his stuffie on his side had simply rolled onto his back and continued to smile behind the pacifier. With one arm hugging his stuffie, he used the other to reach out to Seokjin with his fingers closing and opening. All of the caregiver's previous sleepiness had definitely disappeared by the action. The world really must be ending, he thought.

Yoongi felt weird, but this time it was a really good weird. He was relaxed and although his head seemed fuzzy again, it didn't bother him one bit. It actually made him feel funnier. Yoongi sub consciously sucked on his paci again and hugged his duck. He had been lost in his own (thankfully good) thoughts that he passed through another diaper change without a blink of protest. The caregiver had never been so thankful.

Seokjin was even more surprised when Yoongi didn't make a move to sit up (still too lost in his own world) once he had finished dressing Yoongi into a gray plain onesie. He simply laid there as he continued to suck on his pacifier. The caregiver admired Yoongi as he waited for any movement from the boy after he snapped the buttons of the onesie over his diaper. A minute had gone and Yoongi still hadn't moved. He simply stared around the nursery as if he's never seen it before. Seokjin was overwhelmed with the action. Was Yoongi starting to slip into his headspace?

Yoongi yelped behind his soother when he felt a kiss on his tummy. He made a weird noise and unintentionally cooed away from the hold. He heard a comforting laugh.

"As much as I would love to admire you, we should start our day. Come on little boy. Let's go downstairs, huh?" Seokjin smiled and picked him up.

Yoongi hugged the man's shoulder because although he was used to being carried by now, he still had a fear of falling. He laid his head down on (although he wasn't going to admit it to the man) his second favorite spot after his bed. He laid his head on Seokjin's shoulder and blinked slowly. The boy gripped onto the blanket that was sure to be wrapped around him as he felt himself be taken downstairs. Yoongi stared at his surroundings with curious eyes. He's never really inspected the house so much. He was usually always asleep whenever they went up or down.

Although he was always asleep during the process, the teenager still knew the routine. They would go downstairs, pass through the living room, enter the kitchen, be given to-

Wait.

Yoongi lifted his head up when he realized he still hadn't been put into someone's arm. He didn't receive any warm greeting or a smile (which he didn't mind, of course) and Yoongi's heart couldn't help but drop at the thought. Yoongi felt himself be sat down on their kitchen counter instead while Seokjin kept a hovering hand to make sure the boy wouldn't fall. Skillfully, Seokjin began preparing a morning bottle.

"What's up, pumpkin?" Seokjin frowned. He couldn't help but realize Yoongi was a bit squirmy in his place. His eyes were searching around the room like if he was looking for something. Seokjin took the agitated boy into his arms as soon as the bottle was done.

"Where is he?" Yoongi asked barely above a whisper. He grabbed onto Seokjin's shirt for support, but his eyes were still distracted.

Seokjin couldn't help but grow a cheeky smile once he realized what his baby was asking for. He walked them over to the living room and sat down on their comfortable leather couch.

"Daddy had to go out quickly to run an...errand." Seokjin carefully informed. Yoongi's eyebrows adorably scrunched. "He said he was going to come back before you awoke, but the kitty surprised all of us today." Seokjin chuckled. Yoongi squirmed a bit when the man nuzzled his nose against his cheek.

"He'll be back soon, prince. I promise." Seokjin bounced him on his knee and held his waist reassuringly. The man smiled at Yoongi with that smile that made the boy feel warm.

Despite being reassured, Yoongi didn't know why he still felt upset. Why though? First he didn't want to be near either men, but now he was angry that one of them had left him? Was he feeling betrayed? No. Why should he? He didn't care.

The feeling of a bottle nipple brushing his lips made him blink out of his thoughts. He frowned when he saw Seokjin prying him to drink, but the thought of drinking the thing made him squirm. He shook his head and let out a small noise as he pulled his head away.

"What's wrong, kitten? Aren't you hungry?" Seokjin asked with concern. Yoongi had skipped dinner after going to sleep early. The younger surely should be hungry now. 

The teenager continued to refuse and let out a low whining noise when Seokjin tried to feed him the bottle.

Yoongi didn't really know why he didn't want the bottle now. He had taken it obediently over the days, mostly because it was so good and filled his stomach. But now, he felt as if his schedule was off. Daddy was supposed to feed him in the morning, not Appa.

"No~" Yoongi whined louder and pushed his head back so much, he was ready to fall back. Seokjin was quick to catch him and placed the bottle back down on their glass coffee table after realizing Yoongi wasn't going to take it any time soon.

Seokjin patted Yoongi's back when the boy began to have a slight coughing fit. The caregiver pulled him to his chest and Yoongi placed his head on his shoulder as he continued to cough, a hand clutching the fabric of the man's shirt. His throat felt scratchy all of a sudden.

"Okay. How about when Daddy comes, he'll feed you your bottle, okay?" Seokjin whispered after he realized what may be wrong. Yoongi probably felt uneasy with the sudden change.

Seokjin didn't know whether to be happy or not when Yoongi agreed with a nod, but also a cough. He rubbed the younger's back and Yoongi's body started to relax again.

"Do you want to watch cartoons?" Seokjin asked after a silent minute. 

His hand had already been making its way to reach their black controller off the coffee table when a shake of Yoongi's head made him stop. Seokjin frowned and sat back. He was surprised to say the least. He sat up straighter and continued to rub Yoongi's back as he thought of what to do.

"Do you want to color?" Seokjin softly asked.

Yoongi's attention was caught by the question. He did like to color and draw. It was an activity he usually did with both his caregivers. But the thought of creating something at the moment seemed too stressful for him for early morning. His brain was still tired to think. Yoongi shook his head.

Seokjin concern only grew from the response. He decided to stop asking questions for a while. The teenager seemed pretty content on simply sitting his chin on his shoulder and straddling his lap. Seokjin stroked his baby's hair and hummed quietly at the same time. He didn't stop once he realized the actions were making Yoongi slowly de-tense.

After a while of just simple cuddling, Yoongi began to get restless. He was never one to stay still for a long period of time. He lifted his head off the man's shoulder and began to squirm a bit, a silent sign to tell the man that he wanted out. The chuckle that escaped from Seokjin was relaxing surprisingly.

"Baby is tired of cuddling, huh?" Seokjin said before unwrapping his hands from the boy's back. Yoongi was happy for being set free and wiggled himself out the man's lap. He landed on the couch at the man's side with a small thump. He stretched his limbs. His arms high and his legs-

Yoongi snapped his eyes open mid-way from stretching. He could feel his legs...

Yoongi grew curious.

Seokjin had been watching Yoongi with both confusement and amusement. It took a couple of seconds for Seokjin to realize why his baby looked so (adorably) surprised. The drugs had finally worn off from the teenager's limbs. Honestly, he had been wondering why it had been taking so long to do so. Seokjin wanted to coo at the cute boy's face that was scrunched up. Yoongi was staring at his legs with complete concentration. Seokjin had been too busy admiring the boy that he hadn't realized what the boy had planned up his sleeve.

Seokjin's heart jumped. "Hey, baby boy. Be careful." He immediately reached forward. Yoongi had swung his feet to sit frontwards and had attempted to stand up. His plan didn't go as well as expected because Yoongi almost crashed straight down onto the ground. Seokjin's helping hand had made him regain balance. Yoongi was shocked by his body function.

"Babies don't walk, Yoongi-ah." Seokjin said with a concerned tone and kept a strong secure grip. Yoongi stared up from the ground and into the older's eyes. He had an annoyed expression with eyebrows scrunched. Seokjin sighed since the action took them a step back in the hopes of getting the boy slip into his headspace.

"You haven't walked for a while. Your legs haven't got used to walking again. They're going to be wobbly, okay sweetheart?" Seokjin brushed the boy's hair back. He decided to pull Yoongi off his feet and sat him on his lap once again. The teenager whined almost immediately and began to squirm away.

Seokjin clicked his tongue. "My baby's fussy, huh?" He relaxed his hold around Yoongi. The boy huffed and felt a lot more relaxed at not being held so tight.

Seokjin was silent for a couple of minutes until an idea passed through his mind. His baby did seem active enough for it.

"Daddy had told me that you liked Tae's and Kookie's playroom." Seokjin softly commented. Yoongi's angry eyes paused. 

The playroom? He thought. Well, he never said he liked it, but it wasn't bad, he guessed. His eyes slowly trailed up. Seokjin was giving him a warm smile. Yoongi decided it wasn't dangerous to answer a simple question so he shrugged.

"Do you want to go see your playroom? You don't have to play if you don't want to." Seokjin tried to ease in the idea first.

Yoongi's eyebrows rose. "I have a playroom?" He carefully asked.

Seokjin laughed and picked Yoongi up into his arms. "I would have to sue the caregivers that don't have a playroom for their little." He booped Yoongi's nose. The teenager's face scrunched and he titled his head away.

"Come on, let's go see. Shall we?" Seokjin asked.

Yoongri gripped onto the hem of his caregiver'e shirt as he was led down the hallway. He kept quiet during the way and couldn't help but feel something in him. Excitement? No...He didn't even like these things.

That's what he tried to tell himself before he gasped at the sight of the room. Seokjin had opened the white wooden door to reveal a room that could only be described as magical. He just wanted to say (and maybe he was already bragging) that he liked this place way more than he did of Taehyung and Jungkook's. This one seemed much more fun. Those two did not have a huge slide that led down to a ball pit at the back of the living room sized room. They also did not have the castle sort of fort at the side along with the comfortable chairs that looked great to sleep on. Heck, even the fluffy warm looking playmats looked great to sleep on. The color pencils and crayon boxes strewn around a short table were also eye captivating to Yoongi. He didn't even think that large amount of colors had even existed. But the thing he loved the most was the flat screen TV hanging off a wall at his right. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he may be sort of obsessed with the technology object.

"Daddy and I didn't get to buy you a lot of toys yet because we didn't know what'd you like." Seokjin commented with a sincere disappointed tone. The caregiver had walked further inside and smiled around the room as he admired the yellow pale walls for the millionth time again. He remembered how emotional he had got when the room had been officially done. Yes, he was emotional everything. Sue him.

Yoongi's huge eyes got even huger at Seokjin's comment. Not enough toys? He literally saw human life sized stuffed animals decorated against the walls and toys filling up the stacked shelves. He didn't even know if he wanted to complain on that or not.

"Do you like it?" Seokjin suddenly asked. He had been admiring his baby gazing around with cute curious eyes. The boy looked amazed and surprised that it made Seokjin's heart melt.

Yoongi turned his head from a particular giraffe human life sized stuffie towards his Appa. He still had the shock lingering his eyes.

"M-Mine?" He couldn't help but hesitantly ask. There was no way this entire room was made for him. This was way bigger than Taehyung and Jungkook's. A full time thief definitely did not deserve this. He didn't deserve any of this.

"Yes, baby boy. This is all for you and only you." Seokjin adjusted Yoongi more on his hip before placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi didn't even squirm and looked around again. He slowly nodded to answer the previous question. Yes, he did like it. He wasn't going to lie. The room was more than amazing even. He was glad with his response because the smile Seokjin gave him made him feel warm and happy.

"Where do you want to sit? We can wait for daddy here." Seokjin offered.

Yoongi shrugged, but made the effort to look around at least. The playmats did seem comfortable enough to sit down on, but the blue bean bag and chairs facing the television seemed relaxing as well. He was having an inner battle between the two until he looked over his shoulder. He stared at it for a while. It wouldn't hurt to just sit...

"There." He quietly said and pointed to the ball pit. Seokjin smiled and walked over to the back.

"Do you wanna go in? It's not deep. I promise." Seokjin smiled. His baby seemed curious, but anxious the entire time he stared at the pit. It was different for Yoongi, but he seemed open into trying new things. Seokjin smiled when the boy nodded.

Yoongi was placed down into the ball pit and he couldn't help but wonder who created such a thing. A hole filled with endless balls? It was weird if he had to say.

Seokjin sat himself onto the ground with his legs inside the ball pit. He admired how the balls went up to Yoongi's waist - 3 feet deep probably - and could probably hide the boy's entire body if he sat down. Yoongi currently didn't look like he had that planned anytime soon and simply stood with intrigued eyes. Seokjin had a helping hand and held his left arm as he continued to look around.

All the caregiver wanted to do now was grab his phone and take endless amount of pictures of his baby. Yoongi was balancing himself on his wobbly feet as he stared down. His hair fell over his eyes as they admired each color of every ball. He had a slight obsession with colors now and Seokjin was definitely going to keep note of that.

Seokjin stayed silent for a while. He simply stared at the boy's every move. He didn't even want to blink in fear if missing something adorable. Yoongi would occasionally pick a random ball from time to time, stare at it, and gently place it back down. His left arm was still held securely with Seokjin's hand to keep himself steady as he continued to pick out from the pile. Yoongi's eyes were simply mesmerized with everything. It was cute.

Seokjin didn't speak for another minute until his own curiosity took over him.

"What's your favorite color?" Seokjin asked with interested eyes.

Yoongi looked up and his hair fell to its side. He tilted his head a bit at the question. It was unintentional, but it was cute to Seokjin either way. Yoongi didn't need to know that though.

"You're favorite color!" Seokjin asked with an encouraging smile. He picked up a random ball from the pile. Yoongi stared at it and blinked.

"Like red. This is red." Seokjin held the ball with his thumb and index finger.

Yoongi scrunched his eyes. His favorite color? They each had a name?

Yoongi responded with a shrug. He had never really went to school before. Well, he really never did anything to be honest. He would wake up, run and scavenge something to eat, return home, and repeat the process the next day. There was no need for him to learn the names of colors or read or do anything other than steal really. He didn't need to know the name of colors in order to survive.

Seokjin frowned. He had finally caught onto Yoongi's confusement. The boy didn't really know much other than physical survival skills. He was a blank piece of paper waiting to be drawn onto. It explained tremendously on why Yoongi was so curious of everything. He wanted to fill the empty space with left out knowledge. The fact of knowing that Yoongi was never taught much made Seokjin's blood boil with anger. He let it subside though. He would deal with it later, to his husband either way. Now, he was with his baby and it was his job to fill in the missing puzzles.

"Well, which one do you like the most?" Seokjin rephrased himself. Yoongi was his responsibility now and he was sure he would take care of him like how he should have been.

Yoongi didn't say anything and looked around with a concentrated look. He really liked colors and for someone telling him to pick one...it was a rather difficult job. Nevertheless, Yoongi searched for the one that had captivated his vision ever since he was put into the ball pit..

"Yellow?" Seokjin asked and grabbed the object.

"It's bright." Yoongi commented as he rolled on the balls of his feet. He still held a tight grip with Seokjin's hand to keep himself up.

"Yes, it is. It's bright like...what?" Seokjin carried on. He was trying to encourage the boy to slowly open up and hopefully help him slip into his headspace. This would also help him learn a few things.

Yoongi thought for a second. His eyebrows scrunched together as he thought about the question. It seemed like he was asked to answer a math equation.

"Like...Hoseok?" He unsurely answered. The laugh he received didn't help him know if he got it right or not. Yoongi squirmed and whined a bit when Seokjin ruffled his hair.

"I was going to say the sun, but you are absolutely right. Uncle Hobi is the sun, isn't he? You're my smart boy." Seokjin brought Yoongi closer and kissed his cheek proudly.

Yoongi whined and squirmed himself away. Although on the outside he seemed annoyed and grumpy, even he couldn't deny the weird feeling in his stomach that he got from the praise. He stared down once he was let go and tried to hide the blush that was surely there.

They spent a while just sitting around. Well, Seokjin was. Yoongi had remained standing in his place and would occasionally ask his caregiver, 'What's this?', as he held up a ball. Seokjin would proudly answer everytime and enjoyed the look of concentration Yoongi would give as he repeated the color. It was probably impossible for Yoongi to learn every single color in a day, but Seokjin loved the effort. He loved the childish curiosity Yoongi had in him.

Eventually, Seokjin had started to get exhausted from just sitting around and answering questions. He had been admiring the grand playroom himself until he realized a small basketball hoop was hung up a couple of feet away from them. Seokjin rolled his eyes as he recalled the silly argument he had with his husband over the small thing.

"He's going to be too little to play basketball, Joon."

"But what if he's secretly talented at it! And we won't actually let him play the sport. We could just hang it up so he can throw in it with the balls. Its a simple and fun game. He'll have fun."

Seokjin sighed with a faint smile. That pabo actually placed it up, he shook his head. He stared at it for a couple seconds and shrugged after he came to a conclusion. Since it's there already, he thought.

Seokjin grabbed a random blue ball from the pile and bounced it in his hands for a second. He concentrated on the hoop for a few seconds until he slung his arm and let the ball go. The blue object flew across the ball pit. It circled around the hoop (seeming as if it was just toying to decided whether to enter or not) until it ultimately fell to its side. Seokjin never gave up fast though. He used the same amount of concentration again he had before and threw it again. This one seemed worse because the ball knocked onto the hoop's side and bounced back into the ball pit. 

Seokjin heard a snicker at his side.

The caregiver turned around and tried not to smile. Yoongi was staring down, but he caught a glimpse of the teasing smile that he was trying disguise by staring down at the balls.

"What's so funny, huh?" Seokjin raised his eyebrows. Yoongi sheepishly looked back up and held a teasing smile.

"You suck." He simply commented. He tried not to crack a wider smile when Seokjin dramatically gasped.

"And can you do better, hm?" Seokjin playfully challenged.

Yoongi's eyes lingered on Seokjin's challenging ones for a second. He turned his head back to the hoop and stared at the distance. Well, he didn't know if he could do better, but the teenager always loved a competition. 

Yoongi stared back at his caregiver and returned the same challenging eyes before he bent down a bit. Seokjin made sure to hold him securely as Yoongi dug around for a yellow ball. Once he found the bright object, he held it up with his right hand and stared back at the hoop. Seokjin could see how concentrated the younger seemed when he closed one eye, trying to calculate as much as possible. Then, with one swift movement, the ball went flying into the air. Seokjin's eyes trailed the object and watched how the ball circled around the hoop much like his own had done. Except there was one big difference. The ball went in.

Yoongi seemed surprised with the result himself. He side glanced and noticed Seokjin's gawked expression. He let out a small laugh until he bent down to grab another ball.

Oh my god we actually did adopt a talented basketball player, Seokjin thought as he continued to watch. Yoongi had to have scored five times in a row, at least. 

After probably the tenth score, Yoongi stopped throwing and had a huge smile on his face. He used to play a makeshift basketball with his friends when he was younger. He didn't think he would actually remember.

Yoongi turned his body to face the caregiver. Seokjin melted at the huge gummy smile that was given to him

"I win!" He exclaimed. His eyes shined as bright as the sun outside. His heart felt warm and excited like the outside.

"Yes. You did." Seokjin scrunched his nose at him and tickled Yoongi's chin. "You should teach me your tricks later, okay?" Seokjin asked.

Yoongi, without much hesitation, nodded. His body was still caught up with excitement. He was ready to ask Seokjin to play with him again until a sudden sneeze interrupted him.

"You okay, baby?" Seokjin frowned. Although it was cute, the fact that it was Yoongi's fifth sneeze since they arrived to the playroom made him worry.

Yoongi only nodded and ignored the action like it never happened. Everyone sneezes. Seokjin was telling himself the same thing. If Yoongi said he was fine, he shouldn't worry over it. 

Seokjin was ready to go for round two when the sudden whir of a car vehicle from outside made him stop. He gasped.

"Daddy must be here!" He exclaimed with enthusiasm for Yoongi. The teenager looked up and now noticed the vehicle noise outside as well. A smile subconsciously formed on his lips.

"Do you want to wait here or come with me?" Seokjin asked. The man stood up from the ground and patted down his pants.

Yoongi stared between the man and the balls in the pit. He did want to see Namjoon, but he also wanted to continue seeing on what he could do...

"Here." Yoongi simply responded.

Seokjin nodded in understandment. Yoongi had shone so much progress the last hour, he wasn't even disappointed.

After taking a quick glance around the large room and making sure Yoongi was fine, Seokjin made his way quick out the room to greet his husband. He turned multiple corners until he was finally back into the living room.

The prince immediately smiled at the sight of his husband. Namjoon didn't have time to look up from trying to take off his coat because he was already being hugged tightly by the arms of his husband. He accepted the loving kiss and hugged him back with a light smile. Seokjin shivered at the cold skin and air that lingered around the younger, but he had never felt as warm as ever.

"How was is it? Did something happen? Are they okay? Please tell me everything was alright." Seokjin asked questions faster than Namjoon could wrap his head around.

Namjoon's previous smile he had from the attack faded away almost instantly. The sudden dropped reaction scared Seokjin more than it should have.

The taller sighed. "When I had arrived it was as bad as I suspected." He uneasily started. "But after a lot of working around we were able to send them to the home we had prepared. I made sure to send doctors to them so they could get treated properly and the doctor said they should be getting into a healthier state soon." Namjoon informed. He could see the flashes of different emotions flowing through Seokjin's eyes. The rapper still had the comforting warmth of his husband hugged tightly in his arms.

"S-So were you right? There had really been actual children and the mother there?" Seokjin nervously asked. If the caregiver was so worried over Yoongi's well being, he was feeling sick that there had been real children suffering out there as well. Children. He hadn't seen one in years.

Namjoon's lips pursed as he nodded. "But they should be living well now. I'll make sure of it. I made the guards and doctors sign contracts that they are not allowed to say anything of this to anyone. They'll make sure to keep their mouths shut." Namjoon reassured.

Seokjin sighed and nodded into his husband's shoulder.

"I hope that word doesn't go out. I don't want to imagine what my father would do if he finds out." Seokjin nervously confessed out.his worries. Namjoon had his chin over Seokjin's shoulder. The older could feel his nod.

"Everything will be fine. Just a little bit more and there will be a new more handsome king." Namjoon teased.

Seokjin broke away from the nice hug and hit Namjoon'a chest softly. The rapper only laughed.

"So is the little prince still sleeping?" Namjoon asked in order to change the subject.

Seokjin broke into a smile and shook his head. "No. He's busy playing in the playroom. He hasn't ate because he wanted his daddy to do it." He cheekily smiled.

Namjoon paused midway from taking off his coat again. His eyebrows had stretched up at hearing his husband's words.

"Are we still talking about the same baby?" Namjoon asked.

Seokjin simply laughed and grabbed his husband's cold hands. He wrapped his fingers around the slightly bigger ones before pulling him down the halls.

Seokjin's smile had been shining with the sun until he stood at the playroom's doorway. Concern replaced it instead and he felt his heart begin to beat quickly. The playroom seemed exactly how he had left it with balls strewn around and the sun peeking through the window, but there was one minor detail missing. Yoongi.

He couldn't see the boy anywhere in the room. The boy was no longer standing on his feet like how he had been previously. He wasn't seen by the other toys or at the table either.

Seokjin was panicking by now. Did Yoongi run away? No. He wouldn't. He couldn't. But despite being weak, Yoongi seemed to have been too happy to have those type of thoughts. Did someone take him?

Seokjin was ready to run inside the room in search for his baby until Namjoon's grip on his hand tightened. Seokjin looked up from their wrapped fingers and into Namjoon's eyes. They were calm and didn't have any ounce of fear like Seokjin's did. The elder frowned

"Joon- "

Namjoon shook his head and placed his index finger over his lips. A silly smile formed onto them. He then took his finger off and pointed to the ball pit.

Seokjin frowned and look over to the pit. Yoongi wasn't standing there. The boy's figure wasn't seen anywhere. Why was his husband not freaking out?

Then he heard it. A sneeze. The cute little sneeze he's been hearing for the past hour. The one he liked to call a cute kitten sneeze since the first time he heard it. 

Seokjin almost died from cuteness when he realized what Yoongi was doing. The couple of balls that shifted a bit confirmed his thoughts. Yoongi was hiding from them under the ball pit.

"Ah, the kitten isn't here? Did he run away?" Namjoon suddenly called out louder. The two admired the boy trying not to move under the pile. He was trying to stay as still a rock. The cute sneezes were unfortunately not so easily hidden.

"Maybe he crawled off back to the living room? He must not be here." Seokjin joined along. It was hard to stifle the cooes and laughter that were fighting to escape from him.

"You're right." Namjoon agreed.

"Hm. I guess we should go then." Seokjin gave a fake pout to his tone. He created fake footsteps walking away by slapping his hand against the top of a cabinet. Namjoon had already gotten closer to the ball pit with quiet footsteps. It was a surprise he hadn't blown his cover considering his clumsy reputation.

Seokjin had walked closer as well with his arms crossed. He could sense the boy's hesitation in deciding whether or not to come out of from his hiding spot. After thirty seconds of dead silence, Yoongi lifted his head up. His eyes widened when he saw his caregiver in front of him..

Then, Yoongi giggled (actually giggled) when he sheepishly made eye contact with Seokjin's raised eyebrow. Had he actually fooled one of his caregivers? His daddy wasn't anywhere around-

Yoongi yelped when he was suddenly lifted from behind and into someone's arms.

"You think you could escape me, huh?" Namjoon teased and tickled Yoongi's stomach.

The teenager shrieked and laughed again. He weakly fought back and pushed his caregiver's arms away from his stomach, but didn't put much of an effort. Yoongi couldn't have any anger in his stomach at being discovered so easily either. Instead, he felt himself smiling and laughing without much effort to hide it. Now he finally understood why all the other littles always felt the happiest when being attacked by Namjoon. It was a nice feeling that made his head feel light. Yoongi held an accomplished feeling once he realized that he was finally the one receiving the tickles from Namjoon for once.

Seokjin was smiling with crossed arms as he watched the two from a couple of feet away.

"What do you have to say for yourself, mister, huh?" Namjoon stopped tickling the boy.

Yoongi didn't answer immiediataly. He had a silly smile on his lips as he tried to regain his normal breathing pace. What did he have to say for himself? He wasn't sorry.

Thankfully, his body knew the answer before his brain. Yoongi stopped smiling and got a twinging feeling in his nose. His face scrunched into discomfort. None of the caregivers realized what was wrong until it was too late. Yoongi let out another adorable sneeze with his eyes scrunching close for a second. Namjoon would have found it as adorable as his husband did if Yoongi hadn't sneezed directly onto his face.

Namjoon's entire face scrunched at the thought of the thousands of germs that had gotten onto him. Seokjin began to laugh crazily.

"Nice response, baby. You tell him." Seokjin laughed and took the dazed boy back into his arms again. He let Yoongi's head fall onto the crook of his neck. Except the usual cool skin felt different now. Seokjin's previous smile had to be replaced with concern. Yoongi's forehead felt a little warmer than usual.

Seokjin decided that he would have to check on that later. The light rumble of Yoongi's stomach made him remember that his baby had yet to ate. Seokjin kissed the boy's temple before giving Namjoon a light smile. He couldn't help but laugh again at Namjoon's grossed out expression of being sneezed on.

"Oh man up. I have a feeling you'll have to deal with worse later."

He always loved the reassuring comments from his husband.

~~~

After being fed and watching some cartoons for a bit, Yoongi was put down for an early nap. He had started to get too grumpy and uncomfortable on his spot. Namjoon had thought a nap would suit his discomfort, but did he wish it was as easy as that.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Namjoon had came into the nursery after the baby monitor went off by the amount of tossing and turning.

Yoongi didn't answer except for a cough. He felt gross. His insides didn't seem happy by the way it kept on hurting every so often. His sneezes and continuous coughs weren't a big help either.

"I think our kitten is getting sick." Namjoon frowned. He had picked up the suffering boy from his crib and let him lay his head down on his shoulder.

Yoongi felt the larger hand being pressed against his forehead and the cooling hand gave him mixed reactions. One side of him felt relaxed with the colder hand, but the other got goosebumps from the temperature. Yoongi coughed again. Was he really getting sick?

Namjoon walked the boy out from his nursery and headed downstairs. The entire walk he continued to soothe the boy's back by rubbing circles in a rhythmic pace. Seokjin had warned him that Yoongi might be catching a cold, but now seeing Yoongi's weak state, it was confirmed that the boy had caught the nasty bug.

Yoongi didn't usually complain with anything, but the fever was making him grumpier by the minute. The nasty medicine in the bottle given to him hadn't helped, the constant cooes of reassurance that he was okay didn't help (because he clearly wasn't), and now just being coddled in between the two men especially didn't help. It wasn't because he hated cuddling with them, (he hates to admit that he had actually grown quite close with cuddling the two after doing so every morning) but because he felt like he was literally roasting to death.

Namjoon and Seokjin were surprised when Yoongi began to whine and push himself away from the two.

"What's wrong, Yoongi-ah? What do you want to do?" Seokjin asked. He didn't know what his baby wanted to do and he felt horrible for not being able to take away the icky feeling going through Yoongi's body. Yoongi had responded negatively to sleeping, playing, and now watching TV. They were running out of options in order to distract the boy from his discomfort.

Yoongi shrugged. He didn't want to do anything, but even sleeping was a nightmare for him.

Namjoon stayed quiet as he thought. He stood up when he remembered of something he hadn't shown Yoongi yet.

"Baby, do you like music?" He asked. He picked up Yoongi and let the boy wrap his arms around him.

Yoongi was surprised with the sudden question. Did he like music? Well, he only has heard a bit in his entire life and when he did, he had enjoyed it.

Yoongi nodded.

Seokjin smiled at the response. He had caught on with his husband's plan.

"Do you want to see daddy's studio? You'll love it. Maybe our little boy is secretly the greatest musician in Korea! You get to take daddy's name!" Seokjin teased and ran his finger over Yoongi's soft cheek.

Yoongi giggled when Namjoon let out a gasp. "Hey, I hadn't thought about that. Should I still show you then?" Namjoon gave a look as if he was thinking.

"Yes!" Yoongi pulled a bit on Namjoon's shirt. There was no way he was not getting shown Namjoon's studio after just being offered. The Greatest Musician in Korea's studio. No other regular person on the streets have probably seen it.

Namjoon laughed. "Okay, Okay. Just because you're too cute for me to not say no." He booped Yoongi's pouty lips. The younger's face turned red. He hadn't even realized that he was pouting and even whining.

Seokjin laughed and cooed before he started to quickly lead them upstairs. Yoongi wasn't the only one excited. Namjoon's studio may be Seokjin's second favorite room (after the kitchen of course) and reminded him of all the times he would sneak up on his husband from behind while the rapper worked. He loved the way Namjoon always seemed so sexy while working. Face full of concentration and fingers working amazingly over the buttons of the laptop and mixer.

Yoongi's own excitement began to increase at seeing Seokjin so eager. The more they walked, the more Yoongi's stomach would grow excited butterflies. This was definitely distracting him from his previous discomforting feeling.

It wasn't until Seokjin reached a door and began putting in a passcode at the side of it did Yoongi realize how important of a room this was. Namjoon could feel Yoongi's eagerness from the way he stared at the door to open. The sudden beep was a satisfying noise for everyone.

Yoongi gasped when Seokjin opened the plain glass door. The room was spacious as every other single room in the house. At first glance, anyone could immediately tell the room was a music studio by the large computer at the center with multiple music systems surrounding it. There were other television screens surrounding the space with music speakers by their sides. A lot of miscellaneous things were strewn around the desk that the computer's keyboard laid on. A pen was on the desk along with a notebook, a photo frame of Seokjin and Namjoon posing next to each other in what assumes to be their wedding, and (what had quickly caught Yoongi's eyes) little figures of what seemed to be bears.

Yoongi looked over to his left and was surprised he hadn't seen this piece of furniture right away. A large glass case held up more characters figures than he could probably count up to. Namjoon had many of different sizes and characters that it seemed like the entire glass case was worth to be in a museum instead of a studio. Yoongi turned his head towards the right quickly and noticed another tall glass case. This one held more awards than figures though. Yoongi had decided that the case with the figures was his more favored one. The amount itself would make anyone stare with awe.

"You have to be careful with those. As childish as your daddy is for having those, they aren't toys." Seokjin softly warned the boy. He could tell immediately how intrigued Yoongi had became to them. Namjoon had led themselves forward and let Yoongi carefully lift his hand to rest on the glass with wide eyes. Namjoon and Seokjin would have allowed Yoongi to touch the figurines in less than a heartbeat, but unfortunately most of them were made from literal glass. They didn't want to risk Yoongi getting hurt or the expensive collection to be shattered.

Namjoon ignored the rather insult from his husband instead of how he would usually create a snarky comment back (he had a good one too with Seokjin's Mario collection obsession), but he was too excited himself to show Yoongi the studio equipment.

Yoongi felt himself being pulled away from the grand case and forward to the comfortable work chair. If he was amazed before, he didn't know what this emotion was once he realized that there was another room connected with this as well. Yoongi hadn't seen it until he was sat down on Namjoon's lap. The other room was the recording studio that held a lone microphone inside glass walls.

"This is my small studio when I want to work at home. My real studio is at a building not too far from here." Namjoon explained while he turned his computer on with one hand and held Yoongi's waist with the other.

"Joon, you're scaring him."
Seokjin laughed again. Yoongi's mouth had already been open in shock, but once Namjoon said this was his small studio, it dropped even more.

If it weren't for another sneeze, Yoongi would have definitely glared at his caregiver. He was not scared. He was just surprised with all the things the two men own. Well, they technically own the entire country too, Yoongi didn't even want to think further of that.

Namjoon laughed as well and kissed the top of Yoongi's fluffy hair. He ran a soothing hand over it once Yoongi began to have a coughing fit once again. He felt the younger's forehead for a split second with the action and he frowned at the warmer than before skin. They had already given Yoongi medicine. Was his fever getting worse?

Seokjin noticed how agitated Yoongi seemed to be getting. His eyes were red, rimmed with exhaustion from his difficult day. His cheeks seemed flushed and skin paler than usual. He seemed to want to sleep but his sick body kept on preventing him to do so.

"Why don't you let Yoongi choose a song?" Seokjin asked his husband.

Namjoon had just opened up his music files and seemed to have trouble choosing a song that Yoongi may like. This way it saved Namjoon stress and the youngest could distract himself.

Yoongi stared over at Namjoon with eyes that asked for permission. It wasn't like the caregiver would reject anything Yoongi asked for anytime soon, so he nodded over to the mouse on the desk as his response.

Yoongi stared at the mouse for a second, but he didn't make any move to touch it. He had been to busy fussing over himself that he hadn't been paying attention on how to use the thing. Instead of asking, Yoongi just stared up at the bright screen in front of him that were making his eyes hurt a bit. The teenager squinted a bit before he stared at the screen. There seemed to be hundreds of files with titles that Yoongi had no idea what it said. After a couple of seconds, he realized that being allowed to choose was useless. This was a give or take choice. Yoongi decided to roll the dice and pointed at the third one on the list.

"Oh no, he chose Spring Day!" Seokjin exclaimed as soon as he saw where Yoongi had pointed at.

Yoongi quickly retracted his finger back and tensed a bit. Did he make the wrong choice?

The deep laugh that rumbled behind him was a great answer to his question. He was instantly reassured when he saw Namjoon smiling. And he was smiling wide because even the deep dimples were in display.

"I had wrote this for Appa when I went overseas for a winter show." Namjoon commented.

"I didn't know whether to be happy or depressed when I heard the lyrics." Seokjin commented from his seat. He was resting behind them on the burgundy cough while hugging a pillow. Although he was getting sad reminders, he was ecastic to see Yoongi's reaction.

Namjoon clicked play and the studio was filled with a soft beat from the music speakers. Yoongi concentrated on the guitar beat until he was surprised with his daddy's voice. He didn't know why he was surprised considering it was his song. Maybe because he had grown close to Kim Namjoon. Not RM. It felt weird knowing it was his caregiver's voice coming from the speaker. To hear him rap and know how much people idolized him.

As the song continued, Yoongi felt even more weird because he just realized that he's heard this song before. Well, not the song specifically but the lyrics. There was a time everyone was either humming or singing the lyrics at the grocery stores. Yoongi didn't know why everyone had seemed to keep on singing. He had actually been glad for it because it made it easier to steal from the distracted workers. Now he finally understood why everyone had been singing it. It was catchy and heart warming despite the depressing lyrics.

"Ooh! Show him Butterfly!" Seokjin requested. "Your daddy made that song and Uncle Jimin and I sang in it. It was made when Taehyung used to have bad days, but was obsessed with butterflies." Jin commented.

Namjoon nodded. "I heard this is the song tht cures bad days." He added before finding the song on his laptop. Yoongi sat back and bit on the tip of his nail sub consciously. He continued to stare at the screen shifting pages with squinted eyes. After a few clicks, Jimin's soothing voice filled the speakers.

Yoongi was surprised as the song started to unfold. He never knew Seokjin's voice was so smooth and relaxing. It made the boy feel like honey which was an odd feeling he had never experienced before.

Eventually, Yoongi decided to close his eyes instead of facing the blinding screen. He exhaled a raspy sigh as he completely rested his body against Namjoon's chest. Yoongi had decided to distract himself by listening to the lyrics of the slow song, then just the instrumental, and eventually the song sounded like he was underwater. Yoongi had been more exhausted than he thought because the waiting sleep had won him over.

Seokjin had noticed first on how the boy's head lolled to the side. Namjoon had taken longer since he had been distracted on listening to the song himself. The small snore that had been heard once the song had finished had alerted Namjoon.

"Wow. You're fans are right. It cures bad days." Seokjin smiled. He had stood up to stand at the two's side. He admired Yoongi's sleeping figure and how he remained on having his finger in his mouth.

Namjoon positioned Yoongi into a more comfortable position by cradling the boy. He had an arm around the boy's petite body and an arm under the boy's legs. Seokjin had removed Yoongi's thumb from his mouth and replaced it with the pacifier he kept in his pocket. Yoongi sucked on it almost instantly. He relaxed possibly more into Namjoon's chest. It would have been the perfect sight to the two caregivers if it weren't for the raspy breathing.

Seokjin carefully placed his palm over his forehead that had been hidden under Yoongi's hair.

"He's burning, Joon." Seokjin worriedly informed. Namjoon frowned and stared down at the boy. He seemed paler than ever.

"He probably got sick for staying in his wet muddy clothes for too long." Namjoon commented as he carefully rocked the almost weightless body.

Seokjin sighed. "Well, at least the good news is that he's been slowly seeping into his headspace. I don't think he even realizes it. But maybe he'll let us take care of him easier. Especially since he's sick."

Namjoon cracked a smile and looked up at his husband. "Is it really a good thing. You want a sick cranky baby?" Namjoon teased.

Seokjin sighed. He hadn't really thought about that.

"We'll take care of him either way. He's gaining our trust and I want him to keep it." Namjoon nodded.

Seokjin bit his lip. He still had the lingering feeling of guilt of the previous day. Yes, they had lied to it about Yoongi, but it was true today. That wouldn't make them liers anymore...right?

Namjoon stared at his husband. He knew exactly what Seokjin was thinking. The rapper could read him like a book. He stared back at Yoongi's relaxed face. His thoughts slowly faded away as he stared at the male. Namjoon ran his finger over Yoongi's warm cheek and the baby didn't even stir. The only movement he did was from the suck of the pacifier.

Namjoon leaned down and placed a kiss on Yoongi's forehead. The burning sensation that was met with his lips reminded both caregivers that tomorrow was sure going to be a long day for everyone.

Chapter Text

Yoongi hated BamBam.

It was final and settled. He hated the boy with an extreme passion.

Yoongi had coughed himself awake from his deep slumber. His nose was clogged and his chest pounded with each struggling attempt to breathe. The nursery made Yoongi feel like he was in Antarctica, but his skin said the opposite. He was burning hot and possibly sweating. He pitifully coughed and sneezed as he rolled from his side and onto his back. The exhausted boy blinked up to the black looking ceiling since the lights were off. It was probably around one in the morning based on the white moon illuminating behind the silk curtains. 

The familiar feeling of exhaustion haunted his body, but he didn't make any move to close his eyes. The repetitive coughs and sneezes were the things that prevented him to do so. Yoongi blindly felt around for his blue blanket and when his fingers touched the familiar fleece material, he held it tightly closer to his body. He was more than disappointed when the fleece did nothing to cure his suffering pain.

Yoongi didn't usually get sick. It was rare for him, even. Despite living dangerously, he never interacted with too many people to catch a fever. The few times that he did though, it was unending torture. Everything would taste gross, his entire body would sway from dizziness, and the fiery burn in his throat was from literal hell. He didn't catch the flu easily, but when he did, it felt no different than being stabbed a million times at the same time over a stove.

Yoongi whined loudly when a particular cough made his throat scorch in pain. It felt as bad as squeezing lime into a cut. His throat held a lot of icky substances that made his coughs sound painful. It was making his chest hurt as well with the force it made him exhale.

So yeah, he hated Bambam.

He hated this. He hated this. He hated this-

Yoongi snapped his eyes open when he thought of something. His pacifier. Yoongi's cheeks flared red at the thought (and no it wasn't because he was sick.) He had a love and hate relationship with the blue object. It was one of the most babyish things for him to use and it embarrassed him. He was trying to give everything a chance (the least he could do after they saved his family), but he was never good on adjusting. Especially if it went against his pride.

Yoongi had a staring contest with his paci (he found it under the mess of blankets miraculously) and held it in his fingers. He stared at it for a bit more until he heaved out a sigh. Fuck pride, he thought.

Yoongi hated how he felt so much relief with the rubber now in his mouth. The rhythmic suck of it calmed down his frustrated nerves a bit. A soothing feeling.

Okay. He had his paci and his blanket. He could do this. He could get comfortable. 

Only one minute had gone by until he let out another frustrated whimper. Yoongi was missing something. He felt like a puzzle with only one piece gone from being a perfect picture. The boy tilted his head up from where he laid miserably. His eyes trailed around the rather dark nursery. The small star nightlight was his only sense of light at the moment. Although the object was rather small, it actually illuminated a good part of the nursery. Yoongi rolled his body onto its side as he squinted around. He could unfortunately only make out the padded changing table (of all things) to his misfortune. His eyes gazed around the surrounding area until it fell onto the rocking chair. It seemed lonely in the dark. An empty wooden seat with only a blanket draped over it and a-

Wait.

Yoongi hadn't thought miracles existed anymore. He pressed his face against the wooden bars as much as possible with his eyes still in a squint. His eyes were sleepy and exhausted, but he had to see that his imagination wasn't messing up his mentality yet. Yoongi stared for another couple of seconds until he saw it. A beak. A beak that was sewn into a yellow body and had big eyes over it. His ducky.

Yoongi had thought his energy had been thrown out the door but here he was surprising himself once again. First, he tried to put his arm in between the wooden bars as if the duck would magically get off the rocking chair, walk ten feet, and settle on Yoongi's hand. Yeah...that plan failed quickly.

Second, he attempted to climb over to grab that stupid taunting smiling duck that he unfortunately loved to his dismay. It was proven rather difficult when he used so much effort to just sit up. His fever was making his own body weigh more than a pile of bricks.

After five struggling minutes,Yoongi had to give up. There was no way he was going to climb over of what seemed to be the Great Wall of China. There were tears at the corner of his eyes, but he did not let them drop. He shouldn't feel helpless over a duck. Yoongi hugged his blanket close and sucked on his paci. He did not need ducky. No. He's fine.

All reassuring thoughts to himself were thrown out the window when he turned his body to lay on his stomach. The support of his hand had failed after holding himself up for so long that they simply gave up. Yoongi landed on his stomach rather painfully, but that hadn’t been the main problem.

The problem had been that the action had startled him so much that the grip his teeth had on his paci wasn't strong enough to hold it. Yoongi felt the blue object disappear from his lips. His heart may have skipped a beat. Yoongi lifted himself up and violently began throwing the blankets around him to search for the object. His heart was racing and his violent coughs seemed to have resumed. The sound of something clinking had never made his cough stop so abruptly. Yoongi turned his head, only to see his pacifier come to a sudden halt on the ground,outside of his crib.

To say the least, Yoongi lost it.

Seokjin had been first to hear the loud wails. Despite the baby monitor being on Namjoon's side of the bed, the younger slept like a corpse and dozed through it. Unlike the rapper, Seokjin could hear the wails as clear as day. They were painful sobs that stopped every so often to echo terrible painful sounding coughs. It sounded like a nightmare.

It took about thirty seconds for Seokjin to realize that the crying was in fact coming from Yoongi's room and how much torture he was going through. Seokjin had never awoken so quick and flung the covers away from his body. He ignored the cold air he was met with and slipped on his warm fuzzy slippers before making his way down the hall. The cries were getting louder and clearer.

Seokjin didn't hesitate to fling the nursery door open. He switched on the light no more than a second later. Ignoring the pain of his eyes at the sudden light change, Seokjin gave all his attention to the boy in  the room. He was instantly met with a sight that he knew for months now that he was really going to hate. The scene of seeing his baby boy crying his eyes out with the most painful look tore him apart.

Yoongi let out what seemed to be a whine when the darkness of the nursery was pulled away into pure blinding brightness. It only made him cry louder since the light only made his discomfort feel worse. He hated everything that was occuring to him. He hated the laws of the universe that made him feel like throwing up and made him sweat buckets. He hated getting sick because he knew how it went. The feeling of the disgusting virus tearing his insides apart and not being able to do nothing about it. All he could do was survive through it. That was the worst part.

But the thing was, there was one thing that was different now, much to his unknown knowledge. He had to survive through it, but now he had someone to take care of him. Two, actually. His daddy and appa.

Yoongi didn't even realize when he was taken out of the crib. He didn't even realize he was in Seokjin's arms until he felt the warm hand rubbing circles on his back. It took a while for the teenager to adjust to the new surroundings. He couldn't keep his eyes open long because of both his sobs and the blinding light of the room. 

"You're alright. I got you. Appa's got you. I know it feels yucky, my sweet baby. Try to relax, okay?" Yoongi heard the quiet whispers come from the male.

The boy felt his back being soothed again and until now did he realize that he was being rocked on the wooden rocking chair. Yoongi lifted his head from Seokjin's shoulder although he didn't want to since it was being pet softly. His sobs had quieted down by now after Seokjin's comfort. Yoongi blinked warily a couple of times until he finally made out on the object that now sat over the changing table. Yoongi didn't even spare to hesitate before he slowly rose his hand and pointed with his index finger.

Seokjin looked up from wiping Yoongi's tears before turning his head to see what Yoongi was pointing at.

"You want your ducky?" Seokjin asked. He didn't wait for an answer before he stretched his arm to retrieve the stuffie. 

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief when he felt the softness of the duck's material in between his fingers. He hugged the stuffed animal close to his chest and let the comfort take over his stress, no care in the world over his action. Yoongi relaxed his entire body against his Appa's body.

The slow rocking made him settle in more, but the blue pacifier carefully slipped in between his lips had been the icing to the cake. Yoongi's previous volcano erupting emotion were finally ceased and the lava cleared away. Seokjin had managed to comfort him in a way he had never been cared for whenever he was sick. He usually received the flu, suffered a few days, tried to deal with it because what the hell could he do, and just continue his regular life routine and hope his coughs didn't give him away during any stealing moments. This was very different for him. And...he liked it.

But oh could his ducky, blankie, and paci only do so much. 

Seokjin was absolutely startled (and probably Yoongi himself) when the boy began coughing out of nowhere. Seokjin had thought his baby had already gone back to sleep and maybe he had, but the unfortunate cough he had only startled him up again. Seokjin quietly cooed and rubbed Yoongi's back when he let a small unwanted cry. The pain in him felt unbearable and it was clawing his throat.

"How about we go downstairs and get you some medicine, baby? Maybe that can help you feel better." Seokjin softly commented, the reassurance being more for himself than Yoongi. 

He carefully rose to his feet and made sure that Yoongi was perfectly settled in his arms. Seokjin's face formed into a slight frown. He felt helpless because despite Yoongi having medicine, it was clearly not strong enough for whatever sickness the teenager currently suffered from. It was around two in the morning as well so their resources were limited at the moment. I'll have to call Jinyoung early morning, he sighed at the thought.

A low whine interrupted Seokjin from his own world and once he looked down and noticed Yoongi's frown, he realized it would have been better to keep his thoughts to himself. Yoongi had been sure to be clear on how much he disliked the medicine earlier. The teenager had felt completely betrayed after he had taken the first dose of the red colored medicine. They had told him it was cherry flavored and let him tell you this, that bitter icky flavor was not cherry.

But then after staring down at Yoongi even more, Seokjin realized the announcement of medicine and the illness itself weren't the only problems. Yoongi wouldn't stop tugging at the cloth around his waist, frowning and discomfort clearly shown. Oh he wasn't definitely going to get a happy baby after this.

"Appa can change you first before going downstairs, baby." Seokjin said, already making way over to the changing table. 

Again, he should've just kept his words to himself because as soon as they left, a button had seemed to have been pressed in Yoongi's head. His cheeks flushed a bright red (more red than they were before) and his breathing increased rather quickly. They weren't a sign of an oncoming panic attack. It was a sign of an oncoming, one of the most loudest, ear piercing wails Seokjin had heard from the boy ever since the day they got him. His eyes scrunched closed and his blue pacifier even fell from it's secure place. Seokjin pitifully sighed, but didn't say anything but murmur low words of reassurance.

The whole diaper change was rather difficult to bare through, more for the teenager than the caregiver. The combination of his previous internal pain and the embarrassment of using his diaper without realizing had completely sent him off. How sick was he? Or, was his body just adjusting to his new environment? Yoongi cried louder.

Yoongi continued crying even after the change was over and he was carried back into Seokjin's arms. He hadn't even realized that they had left the nursery with his fever making him terribly dazed. It wasn't until the melody of a deep mellow voice reached his ears. 

"Why is my baby boy crying, huh?" 

Yoongi lifted his head up from the crooked of Seokjin's neck and blinked once. With a turn of his head, there stood the sight of Namjoon leaning onto their kitchen counter with tired eyes, but held a soft smile in which made Yoongi feel weird, but instantly better. It was like an ounce of honey was placed inside his burning tummy. 

Meanwhile, Seokjin was shocked to see his husbandawake and in the kitchen. Honestly he didn't know which one was more surprising from the two. Last time he saw him he was practically dead to the world.

"I heard the crying and figured to make him a bottle. I have the medicine ready too." Namjoon's voice (deeper than usual for being suddenly awoken) rumbled in the air. Seokjin was falling in love all over again at the kind gesture.

Seokjin had been surprised at first, but now he was absolutely shocked. Not because of his husband, but because of his little's action. Yoongi weakly lifted his arms up (the blanket held from the side in a tight fist) and gave a sniff. He was no longer crying, but he seemed ready to begin again any second now by the way he closed and opened his fingers desperately. His eyes were sad and desperate to be held by the older.

Namjoon (although shocked himself) was quick to accept the unusual offer and lifted the boy into his strong hold. The body heat was extremely overwhelming, making him feel as if he just hugged an oven.

"He's burning." Namjoon commented the obvious. Yoongi's clammy forehead was tucked deep into his neck and his body almost felt like dead weight on him. The teenager was absolutely worn out of energy by now.

"I know. I'm going to have to call Jinyoung later. I don't want to bother him right now unless it gets really out of hand." Seokjin explained.

Namjoon nodded. He moved away from the kitchen and took easy steps as he maneuvered over to the living room.

"Hey baby. Don't fall asleep just yet please." Seokjin whispered from behind the two. Yoongi's head laid flat on Namjoon's shoulder while his eyes fluttered close every so often. He was just so tired.

"Let me just give you your bottle honey so your nasty cough can go away for at least a bit." Namjoon commented. He sat down on their soft furniture and moved Yoongi's body to cradle him across his lap. Yoongi's eyes were closed and the caregivers didn't know if he had dozed off already. Nevertheless, as much as they wanted Yoongi to sleep, they had to get the medicine into the teenager's system. Namjoon had poured some into the milk so it could be easily given.

Of course, Namjoon should have known that prodding the nipple of the bottle into Yoongi's lips was not far off from triggering a sleeping volcano. Yoongi's eyes scrunched in his sleep and he turned his head in order to avoid the object annoying him from his peace.

"We're sorry sweetheart, but we need you to drink this. Wake up please? For daddy and Appa?" Seokjin spoke into Yoongi's ear. The man was crouched in front of the two with his hand running through Yoongi's hair and the other rubbing his body comfortably. His frown seemed to be glued to his face, worry radiating off for his little.

Namjoon had been half asleep before, but now he was definitely startled awake. Yoongi didn't seem to enjoy the constant shaking and prodding. He sent out a pitiful whimper and began to suddenly wail from frustration. His mind was sleepy and stressed. He didn't want to drink the stupid medicine and he did not want anyone to bother him from his sleep. Although it was such a childish move, Yoongi could only loudly cry as a way to tell his caregivers to leave him alone already.

The men must have not taken the hint because instead of leaving him alone, Namjoon had taken the chance in slipping the bottle into his mouth in between wails. Yoongi finally opened his eyes and glared at the man in between cries, but the older did nothing but send him a apologetic look. 

After a minute of fighting to get the bottle away and failing, Yoongi gave up. He let the milk fall into his throat and the taste react with his taste buds. The second he swallowed the disgusting liquid, Yoongi froze and stopped sucking. He had never tasted anything so gross. The medicine ruined the entire milk.

"Hey, it's okay. Easy." Seokjin's body jumped when Yoongi let out another wail. The teenager's face was distorted into pure annoyance as he tried pushing the bottle away from him once more.

"It's just a little more sweetheart- " Namjoon was interrupted by having the bottle in hand slapped away. Yoongi didn't make another move except cry harder as he was sat up on Namjoon's lap.

"N-No more." Yoongi cried out. He was sure no one was able to understand him or hear him. He could barely hear himself. His throat felt clogged and dried, a nasty feeling that tightened his esophagus and prevented him to sleep. He squirmed and cried pitifully in realization of how hopeless he was at the moment.

After sharing a look at each other, the caregivers decided that the medicine could wait. This was probably for the best too since they could probably get an even more effective dose at morning. 

Namjoon carefully passed over the little into the arms of the softer looking male so he could make way into the kitchen quick. It was a bit difficult but Seokjin was able to manage to get Yoongi to stay still in his lap as the eldest rocked him side to side and rubbed his back. The boy's cries lowered a bit as soon as he recognized the more warm and smoother hands caressing his body. Yoongi didn't know if it was his sick brain making hallucinations or not, but he enjoyed the soft melody echoing into his ears as Seokjin held him close to his chest. Although he hated this gut wrenching position just yesterday, Yoongi realized that being cradled by Seokjin was just as comfortable as his bed oddly enough. He now had three favorite sleeping spots, it being after Seokjin's broad shoulder.

The crashing waves had settled for the moment, but of course the sea could never stay still. Yoongi had been close to sleep once again until someone decided to move him away from his comfortable position. An unconscious whine left his lips when he felt himself be back into the arms of Namjoon. The teenager squirmed away. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy being held by Namjoon. Usually, he would feel better around him because the arms circling around him were so firm and protective, Yoongi felt like he was always safe. In this situation though, the arms only made him feel enclosed and suffocated.

If being removed from his great position and re-awoken to the snotty land of the living was bad, then the feeling of a bottle being pressed to his lips again must mean he transferred into hell. Yoongi cracked open his red rimmed eyes and glared at the caregiver who was once again giving him an apologetic look. Yoongi didn't take pity. If Namjoon was attempting to make him throw a fit, then he was sure doing a hell of a great job.

Namjoon sensed the discomfort almost immediately and the glare he received only confirmed his thought. He frowned down at the annoyed irritated boy.

"It's only milk with honey, kitten. No medicine this time and it'll help your throat instead." Namjoon soothed him. 

Yoongi paused mid way from beginning a fight. Honey? Honey he could do. 

Seokjin smiled as he watched Yoongi finally take in the bottle, hesitantly, but it was progress.Yoongi's eyes adorably widened when he in fact tasted the sweet flavor instead from the last mishap.

Seokjin stood up after making sure that Yoongi was content and relaxed again.

"I'm going to wash this." Seokjin whispered over to his husband after picking up the abandoned bottle of medicine. He stood back and he almost laughed at taking one look towards the younger. Namjoon seemed half asleep with his eyes lidding close every so often. The even breath of Yoongi's had reminded him how late and exhaust he had been before awoken.

"I'll go put him back down." Namjoon's voice rumbled after he managed himself awake again. He carefully stood up with the baby safe and now asleep in his arms. He was careful not to jostle the boy around because a sleeping baby was a happy baby which meant a happy daddy.

Seokjin nervously watched as Namjoon swayed dangerously from the sleep clouding his mind. Knowing his husband, Namjoon would fall asleep right in the middle of walking up the stairs.

After checking that the two successfully made it to the top, Seokjin made his way towards the kitchen to clean out the bottle. He was too exhausted and ready to fall asleep during the middle of his own task as well, but he braced himself to finish. Once he was done, he resembled a zombie as he climbed the awful amount of stairs. It was nearing around three in the morning now after a struggling hour in relaxing Yoongi. Seokjin's prior exhaustion had not helped him keep awake.

Nonetheless tired, Seokjin being the cautious caregiver he was, he managed to skip his own bedroom door and walked towards the nursery down the hall. Was he being too overprotective? Maybe. It wasn't like he didn't trust his husband, but Namjoon was a clumsy man. Either way, was it a crime to check up on his little?

Seokjin (with almost closed eyes) sleepily opened the wooden white door and peeked his head in. His eyes were immediately met with an empty crib.

Seokjin would have probably not reacted as bad as he did if his anxiety-filled thoughts hadn't still been lingering his head. Seokjin had been on edge before and to be met with the image of no baby in the nursery was rather startling. Especially since Yoongi was a resisting baby.

Seokjin's sleep was gone within half a second. He didn't think before he rushed out and went in search for his husband, thoughts going to the worse. Where had they gone? Yoongi had been asleep and Namjoon had been ready to join the second his head would touch a pillow. What if they were...No. That was the last thing that could happen.

Seokjin quickly rushed over to his bedroom, the only place he could think to look in for the moment. The second he flung the door open, the once terrified feeling drowning his stomach left as quickly as he came. Seokjin left out a sigh of relief despite his heart having a difficult time trying to get it to beat back to normal.

Seokjin found himself to not care about the mini heart attack he almost got. The picture in front of him was so cute and adorable, it was enough for him to forget that it ever happened. 
Actually, Seokjin was having a hard time processing that this was even true. It felt like a beautiful dream. Well maybe because this had been a dream once. He had always dreamed of having a husband passed out on their soft bed, sleeping loudly but comfortably. He loved seeing the love of his life so peaceful, occasionally admiring him from time to time. But now he had a second person he never knew he was capable of loving just as much. Seokjin couldn't take his eyes off Yoongi cuddled close to Namjoon's side. His head on the caregiver's chest and his fingers curled into his shirt. The pacifier bobbed as he slept and although his breaths were still harsh and raspy, he seemed the most at peace since being brought home to the men. His blanket covered his small frame while Namjoon kept an arm around the baby unconsciously. Even asleep Namjoon was still protective over the boy.

With his heart now thankfully back to it's normal pace, Seokjin carefully moved about to the empty space on the large bed. He had to move at a turtle's pace in order for him to not accidentally wake up any of the two. Slowly but eventually, he successfully climbed into the opposite side of Namjoon and cuddled close to the shorter boy. 

Although he was exhausted out of his mind, Seokjin couldn't help himself but to admire the new member of their family. Seokjin hadn't known how much love he had felt for Yoongi up until five minutes ago. The boy wasn't even in his headspace yet and Seokjin already loved him so so so much. He was his baby. His and Namjoon's. He felt the urge to make sure the boy who had been almost neglected once would never have to suffer through that again. He wanted to care and love for him so much that Yoongi would whine because of how attached he was to him. He wanted to see Yoongi smile like how he had done before whenever Seokjin or Namjoon showed him things he didn't know existed. And Yoongi was so close to accepting his headspace too after deciding to finally gave everything a chance. Maybe it was too much to ask for the moment, but Seokjin wanted to hear Yoongi call him 'Appa' and Namjoon 'Daddy' like Taehyung so easily does. He wants Yoongi to love them just as much as he and Namjoon do. Maybe more.

Seokjin closed his eyes and let out a breath. He wrapped his arm around Yoongi's body and kissed the top of the blonde hair softly.

Seokjin loved Yoongi so much. He didn't know what he or Namjoon would do if they would lose him.

~~~

Namjoon frowned when he felt the curtains in their room being drawn. He let out a groan and childishly grabbed the covers of the warm bed to cover himself as a weak attempt to avoid the brightly lit sun. He didn't know why he was still surprised after all these years when Seokjin would snatch the covers away.

"Rise and shine, babe." Seokjin said with an enthusiastic tone. He knew how much his husband hated waking up. Instead of honoring it, the fact had only made the prince want to torment him everyday. It was fun.

"Seokjinnie, just ten more minutes. Or, you know, an hour." Namjoon whined before blindly grabbing a pillow and throwing it over his head. 

"It's too early and I'm exhausted." The younger continued to complain.

"It's noon, Namjoon-ah."

Namjoon's eyes snapped open. The man had never thrown his pillow aside and sat up so fast, he was even dizzy. The man glanced over to their bed night stand and sure enough the red numbers read 12:06 pm.

Namjoon didn't know what was more surprising. The fact that he slept in without realizing or the fact that his husband (an early morning bird) let him sleep in so late.

"I just woke up too. Didn't realize it was so late." Seokjin commented from inside their walk in closet. The male walked out and into their bedroom a second after. Namjoon noticed how Seokjin was already dressed. His hair was flat over his eyes because of the shower he had probably just taken and his clothes were loose with a plain white shirt and ripped jeans. No one would ever believe this was Seoul's future king.

Namjoon continued to stare at his husband in disbelief. Not only because of how late it was or how freakishly handsome Seokjin looked at the moment, but because he now realized that they were able sleep for so long without being interrupted.

It had been a very long night for all three of the family members in the house. It seemed as if they woke up every hour throughout the night. Yoongi would wake up whining or crying because the clog in his throat and nose were both too uncomfortable and painful. His flu was making it hard for him to breathe so either Seokjin or Namjoon (sometimes both) had to check up on him to make sure he was still sleeping and breathing fine. The other times where they didn't voluntarily wake up, Yoongi would be the one to alert them with his pitiful coughs. Needless to say, the three of them had never experienced such a never ending night.

"How's Yoongi? Is he fine?" Namjoon suddenly asked after he recalled the reason why they had an interrupted sleep. Namjoon's face immediately washed into worry in fear of Yoongi being in pain at the moment.

"Hey, calm down. He's fine." Seokjin reassured after seeing his husband suddenly become antsy. "I checked up on him already. His nose had cleared around early morning so he stopped having trouble breathing." Seokjin explained. Namjoon visible calmed down.

"His fever isn't dropping so much though and the medicine we tried giving him clearly didn't work, so I called Jinyoung. He should be arriving any minute now so get ready quick" Seokjin quickly explained towards his husband and headed towards the exit of their bedroom.

The older always worked quick that Namjoon almost got hit with the towel thrown at him. He thankfully caught it in time, but he couldn't help but groan a bit at the sight. He was still tired and maybe a little more sleep wouldn't hurt him-

"Kim Namjoon if you're not downstairs soon that kitchen could continue to be empty!" Seokjin's yell was heard from the stairs.

The younger man rolled his eyes playfully at the comment and stood up. His husband was definitely born to be a caregiver.

Meanwhile, Seokjin didn't spare to hear a response from his husband if he was even to give him one. He had to go cook something up for lunch apparently since it was so late. With one hand gripped tight around the baby monitor, Seokjin hurried over to the fancy kitchen. 

He entered his favorite room and didn't spare a look at how clean the kitchen surprisingly was at the moment. The large row of a dining table in the middle of the room usually had spills or stains from whichever little came to visit. The cabinet of China plates were thankfully still in place but the other cabinets unfortunately couldn’t be said the same. There were so many plates, cups, and bowls missing in their designated cabin space because of the amount that Namjoon had accidentally broken throughout the month. Trust him, in a year their entire silver and tupper ware would be gone and replaced by new ones because of Namjoon.

Seokjin didn't have time to make anything fancy and delicious so he hoped everyone would be fine with kimbap. Usually anyone with a royal name would have several maids and chefs hired to serve them, but Seokjin had outright refused. He didn't count himself as royal (he didn't even have royal blood) and he didn't enjoy the constant unwanted attention the workers around the house would give him either. So when Seokjin had first moved out of the main palace, he was sure to request no extra assistance. His food will be delicious and his house will be clean in it's own thank you very much.

By the time he was done, he was thankful to hear Namjoon's footsteps coming down the stairs. Seokjin ignored him for the time being as he put the food down on the table and washed his hands. Seokjin knew Namjoon was coming, but he couldn't help but jump when arms wrapped around his waist.

"Looks tasty." The taller's voice almost sent him shivers at how close he spoke to his ear. Namjoon's chin rested on Seokjin's.

"It hopefully is. I didn't have time to make anything better." He commented. Seokjin turned off the water and grabbed the towel at the side to dry his hands.

"I wasn't talking about the food."

Seokjin paused midway from his action. A blush spread onto his face and he had never been glad to not be facing the younger. He had also never been glad that the doorbell rang before he could come up with a comeback.

"I swear, Kim Namjoon." He simply said and threw the hand towel at said male's face. Namjoon laughed and skillfully caught it once again. His husband wasn't the only one who could tease.

Seokjin rushed towards the door when it rung again. Once he made it, he opened the door to see his lifelong friend standing outside. The handsome doctor stood smiling.

"Hey, Jinyoung." Seokjin greeted the doctor and opened the door wider for him to enter.

"Woah. Is your baby the one who's sick or you? You're as red as a tomato." Jinyoung commented as he walked in.

The comment didn't help at all and probably made Seokjin blush even more. Namjoon, having just entered at the perfect moment, laughed at hearing over what the other said.

"We always love having you, Jinyoung." Namjoon greeted the other. Jinyoung laughed and greeted back.

“Next time a simple hello back would be nice.” Seokjin gave Jinyoung a look. The doctor only laughed.

"Let's go have lunch and then you can check up on him Jinyoung. Baby had a long time and is still sleeping.” Seokjin commented.

The doctor nodded and followed the owners of the house into the dining room. He sat down and inhaled the delicious smell of the food and side dishes. Seokjin was definitely the best cook of Seoul.

"So where's the little one?" Namjoon asked after sitting himself down and grabbing his chopsticks.

"You mean the little diva who believes to be a princess?" Jinyoung smiled. "She's coming over in a bit." He explained after taking a bite.

Seokjin nodded. He seemed a bit more enthusiastic at the information as well. He definitely adored littles to no end.

"So any royal gossip going down there at the palace. You always have something to spill." Seokjin slyly smiled as he stared over to one of his best friends.

Seokjin and Jinyoung had grown in the palace together. Jinyoung was the son of the royal family's doctor so they freely lived in the rooms upstairs. Jinyoung continued the tradition and replaced his father’s position as the royal family's doctor once he was old enough and seeing how his own Little's interest was going, they weren't going to be stopping the tradition any time soon. Since Seokjin was still royalty, Jinyoung was his doctor as well. Not that he minded either way. Since Jinyoung and him were such great friends and the doctor still lived in the palace, he always had the best gossip out of all the magazines.

"Actually, I do have important information this time." Jinyoung put down his glass. The previous smile he had seemed like it was never there by the way how serious he quickly turned. It made Seokjin and Namjoon stop smiling as well.

"Apparently your father is planning to make a huge decision which will tremendously affect all of Korea. He's going to call and hold a meeting with all the leaders of the world's countries. We haven't had one in years, maybe decades, so we know this must be big." Jinyoung informed. Seokjin and Namjoon's eyes both widened at the information.

"What is he possibly thinking of doing to call everyone in?" Namjoon asked with concern. The countries haven't had a world meeting since before the war. And everyone knew how everything drastically changed afterwards.

Jinyoung shrugged. "I don't know. I had heard it from the chefs in the kitchen. They also said that Seoul's apparently on lockdown at the moment. He's sending a lot of men to go inspect all the small villages Korea has. You know, the ones where all our littles are from." Jinyoung stared into their eyes as they ate.

Seokjin had been staring down while listening intently, but the second he heard of a lockdown, his eyes flicked up and his blood stilled.

"Lockdown? Seoul's on a lockdown right now? And he's searching every village?" Seokjin began to panic. His heart raced. He stared over to Namjoon and the other was giving him the same look.

"Why didn't he tell us? Seokjin should have been notified as future king. What is he going to do?" Namjoon asked. What were they going to do?

Jinyoung seemed startled at seeing how the two reacted. He gave a skeptic look and shrugged.

"I guess he didn't think it was important. They're just doing checking up on how everything is, I guess." Jinyoung said. His eyes squinted a bit as he stared at the two.

"Why? Did you guys do... anything?" Jinyoung didn't know how to ask. It was clear something was up by the way the two caregivers reacted.

It was then when Seokjin and Namjoon realized how suspicious they seemed. Well, how could they not panic? There was a chance Yoongi's family could be discovered and...what would they do them? Security aren't really as nice as Seokjin and Namjoon were.

Namjoon was about to ask the doctor if there was sincerely no way to exit Seoul. He had to find a way to leave. But what if there wasn't a way? When the king gives orders even the royal family is expected to follow them. He's as stuck as fly is to a wall.

Their conversation didn't continue. The baby monitor on the table had went off before Jinyoung could be given a response. It turned silent for a second as they heard the rustling sounds of Yoongi moving around in his sleep. Namjoon and Seokjin paused and didn't even breathe as if that would prevent from the baby to wake up. Maybe if they were lucky Yoongi wouldn't wake up and-

Namjoon and Seokjin sighed when a sudden coughing fit rang through the monitor. They were raspy and long and with each coming cough it only seem to be getting more painful. They waited until the baby monitor went silent after the coughs and sure enough a few silent seconds later, Yoongi's sneeze followed and the whimpers began.

"I'll go get him and bring him down so you can check up on him." Namjoon said to both of the other men (more specifically at Jinyoung).

Seokjin watched as his husband stood up and began to quickly make his way out. He left towards the direction of the stairs in almost a jog. The eldest sighed and stood up.

"He sounds really bad. Why didn't you call me sooner?" Jinyoung frowned. Just hearing the little suffer through the baby monitor was bad, so he didn't want to imagine how he had been doing all the night. As his job as a doctor, it always pained him to see littles (especially the younger ones) be in pain because of the flu.

"I didn't want to bother you at the middle of the night. Also, I was hoping he would get better with the medicine we were giving him but we were definitely wrong about that. " Seokjin shook his head. He stood up and walked over to the cabinets. He opened the glass door and grabbed a green decorated bottle. Seokjin worked quickly with preparing the bottle and added some honey to the milk before heating it up. It had taken some failed attempts before, but they eventually realized the honey filled milk soothed Yoongi's throat. It was a blessing when they discovered the fact.

"It's my job to come whenever you need me. I am your doctor." Jinyoung commented. He stood up from the table and gathered the empty plates before heading to the sink to drop them off.

"So you're a caregiver now?" Jinyoung tried not to show his smirk as he stood next to the other. Seokjin rolled his eyes because he didn't have to look up so see the teasing smile from his friend.

"It took you long enough. You were the one who wouldn't stop babbling the most about being a caregiver since Jimin and Hoseok created Selection Day." Jinyoung laughed.

"Namjoon and I weren't ready before." Seokjin smiled. "But I'm glad we waited because Yoongi is perfect. Once we get him in his headspace, he'll love it here." The eldest voice wavered a bit as if he was trying to convince himself rather than his friend.

Jinyoung hummed. “He’ll get there. I've seen the worst resisting babies go from hitting to cuddling. I haven't even met him, but I'm sure he isn't any different.” The doctor commented.

Seokjin hummed and nodded. His friend was right. He had seen the transition himself occur with Taehyung and Bambam. What he had learned from witnessing those two was that trust and comfort was the key.

Comfort? He believed Yoongi was getting used to everything slowly. There was still so many things he hadn't seen yet, but it doesn't mean he would reject it. The teenager is willing to try new things. Okay, so that left...trust.

Seokjin wanted to frown. He immediately thought over what Jinyoung had told them. Seoul is currently under lockdown and all of Korea is being searched. Yoongi's family was out there and they had no way to get to them at the moment. What if something happened to them? Yoongi had trusted them that his family was safe.

The negative oncoming thoughts were halted. Seokjin blinked and realized that it was quiet. The baby monitor had finally stopped ringing from the cries. Only small coughs would ring every so often, and right when a particular bad one was heard and Seokjin was sure that the crying would resume, he heard Namjoon's soft voice.

“Hey, you're okay, baby. You're fine, alright? Daddy’s got you. Appa and Daddy will take care of you. We’ll always make sure you're fine, okay?” The caregiver reassured softly.

Seokjin stared down at the ground after hearing those words. Yoongi's cries didn't come after that.

Seokjin stayed silent and he was glad Jinyoung didn't comment over it. The doctor knew when his friend had a lot on his mind.

Seokjin let out a breath and mentally nodded.

Yes, like he said before, he would do anything for Yoongi. Trust is the key.

Chapter Text

Yoongi was grumpy.

He had been sleeping so peacefully and so comfortable. How dare his sleep be ruined by another stupid cough?

Yoongi had been a bit embarrassed when he realized he had woken up in a different bed (immediately realizing that he must have slept with the other two men), but the anger of his short sleep was enough for him to not make a big deal over it. Why couldn't his illness go away? He just wanted to sleep.

“Baby had a tough night, huh?” Namjoon spoke after picking Yoongi back up from the changing table. The boy hadn't complained once over his change and being picked up. He seed too weak to do anything.

Yoongi didn't say anything again and buried his nose into Namjoon's shirt. He had become extremely familiar with the man’s smell - also Seokjin's - after continuously being coddled over his past sick day. He hates to admit it, but being near the scent easily calmed him down from his discomforts.

“I’m not sure you're going to like it, but Appa called Jinyoung, our doctor, so he can see what's wrong with you and to also give you a regular check up.” Namjoon carefully explained as he made their way out the room.

Yoongi opened his tired eyes and surprisingly lifted his head up. His face itself showed his reaction to Namjoon's words. A doctor? The only doctor Yoongi had experience with was the one on the Selection Day train and let him just tell you, Yoongi broke his nose. That experience itself made him realize that he was not a fan of doctors.

“I don’t want to.” Yoongi managed to croak out. His stomach had already dropped at the thought of someone poking him around.

Namjoon sadly smiled as he made his way towards the stairs.

“Sorry, baby. I promise it will be quick and over before you know it. Then, it's back to nap time. Okay?” The rapper smiled. In the inside, he was worried just as much as Yoongi was. First check up for littles - resisting or not - never ended well. Not one. But they had to get it over with it eventually. Now or never.

Yoongi wasn't entirely convinced, but unfortunately he couldn't say anything else. They had reached the living room by now and from the corner of his eye, he saw Seokjin coming in from the other side of the house. At least he felt a bit better when his Appa smiled the second his caregiver spotted him.

“There's my little kitten! Are you feeling better?” Seokjin walked over to the two. The second he was close enough, he took Yoongi from Namjoon's arms and sat down on the couch, Yoongi across his lap.

As if on cue, Yoongi sneezed. His eyes squinted shut for a moment; the action had made his head dizzy. Seokjin frowned when he saw how red Yoongi’s eyes were once opened again.

Yoongi was ready to complain and possibly whine again at how terrible he felt, but then he noticed they weren't the only ones alone. He saw someone’s shoes from the corner of his eyes. Yoongi slowly trailed up from the feet and soon came up to a handsome young man’s face. He seemed young, younger than Seokjin.

“Hi. I'm Jinyoung. I'm your Appa’s friend and also you're doctor. Nice to meet you.” The man smiled and came forward to the two on the couch.

Yoongi shrunk back as the man came closer. Although he knew it was a childish move, he hid his face into Seokjin's body. No one had told him how young the doctor was and no one had told him it was Seokjin's friend too. He definitely couldn't hurt this guy like the old doctor in the train.

The teenager could feel Seokjin chuckle. He whined a bit when the man tried to re-arrange him to come out from his hiding spot. Yoongi would have probably stayed hidden if it weren't for the tip of a bottle to suddenly poke his mouth. Hesitantly, he turned his head back straight only enough so he could drink the bottle. Don't blame him, his throat hurt and he was hungry. Yoongi began suckling the bottle pretty quick.

“Cute.” Jinyoung cooed. He smiled, sitting beside Seokjin on the couch.

Yoongi opened his eyes and glared at the doctor. Jinyoung didn't seem to be fazed. He was used to resisting littles.

“Wow. So this is Korea’s next prince? And I have the honor to meet him first before Korea?” Jinyoung shook his head in amazement.

“Actually, Jimin and Hoseok already met him.” Seokjin teasingly responded.

“Oh, that means Taehyung and Jungkook also met him too.” Namjoon helped his husband.

“Oh, and didn’t Winwin and Taeyong also meet him?”

“Yah.” Jinyoung playfully pushed Seokjin. The prince laughed.

Yoongi smiled behind the bottle. He found the look of annoyance on Jinyoung's face funny. He let out a small giggle. Apparently not as quiet as he thought because the three men looked down at him after hearing the adorable sound.

“Wow. You think this is funny, too? See what you two are teaching your baby already.” Jinyoung playfully shook his head.

Namjoon and Seokjin continued to look down at Yoongi, impressed and shocked in seeing such a cute emotion come from the boy. They couldn't help but smile themselves.

“See. He fits right in. I knew he was perfect for us.” Seokjin chuckled fondly.

“Well, hopefully he isn't as scared of needles like his Appa is. Let's start with the checkup so it could be done quickly.” Jinyoung said as he got up. Unfortunately, he regretted his playful words almost immediately after seeing the fearful reaction the teenager received from his statement.

Yoongi’s soul left from his body. He opened his eyes and choked the second his ears caught what the doctor said. Needles? He repeated. Nope. He’s out.

“Yoongi!” Seokjin quickly reacted when Yoongi suddenly sat up and attempted to get off his lap. The younger didn't succeed though and instead Seokjin grabbed a tighter hold on the boy. Yoongi couldn't properly use his legs yet so the caregiver didn't want him to accidentally hurt himself. Because of this, Seokjin was left to deal with a whining baby who was glaring at him to let him go.

“I don't need a check up.” Yoongi (manly) whined. His back was to Seokjin's chest and he struggled to escape from the man’s hold around him.

Yoongi’s pleas were left to deaf ears because instead of Namjoon coming over to help him (like he had hoped for) the man simply crouched down and began to undress him by unbuttoning the buttons down his footie onesie in order to begin the check up. Yoongi was mortified. Talk about betrayal.

The doctor came over to the three once the boy was undressed for the quick check up. He had his bag of materials in one hand while a stethoscope hung around his neck.

“Let's start, shall we?” Jinyoung sympathetically smiled at his sick patient. Yoongi returned a threatening look.

“Please stay still, baby. If you just let Jinyoung check you we could be over already.” Seokjin frowned as he apologized to his friend for the tenth kick attempt Yoongi tried on him.

To be fair, Seokjin couldn't really blame his little. He wouldn't enjoy it either if he was already having a bad day and on top of that he was continuously being touch by cold metal tools and having a flashlight shine into his eye. Yoongi was also not the most patient person in the world.

“All right, aside from his fever, everything else seems to be fine.” Jinyoung began to explain once he was done with the check up.

Namjoon could see the sigh of relief in Yoongi’s chest after realizing it was over. The rapper slightly bent from where he stood to bring back Yoongi’s hair from his sweaty forehead. The baby was still coughing here and there and his skin was hot.

“He’s still very underweight so continue feeding him the nutritional milk. It has a lot more calories so he can reach normal weight and it's better than giving him regular meals. His stomach will definitely not react well with it. When he's ready, you should slowly  begin to introduce him to solid food so that- ” Jinyoung continued to explain. Yoongi stopped listening after that, mostly because the (useless) professional words were making him have a headache. He was so thankful for the hand stroking his head. His eyes were already closed so he didn't bother to see who it was. It was Namjoon's though. He knew his caregivers’ hand like if they were his own.

“ -medicine and some shots and then we’re officially done with this.”

And exactly like a horror movie, Yoongi opened his eyes just in time to see Jinyoung taking out a vaccine shot from the bag he had. Nope. This was it. Yoongi was done.

“I’m not getting that needle stabbed in to me. No fucking way.” Yoongi said through gritted teeth as he now more violently tried to get off. The boy was angry now, of course, but in the inside he more terrified by a long shot. He had bad memories with needles and even if he didn't, the idea of something pointy going into him wasn't so pleasant either.

Seokjin’s lips pursed at the foul language. The boy had been doing so good on stopping with the curse words.

“Please, Yoongi. It will be quick. We promise.” Seokjin begged. The younger was really struggling now and he really needed him to stop or else he could hurt himself.

Yoongi desperately shook his head. “No. No. No. I don't want to.” The boy desperately shook his head. His tone had dropped tremendously and now his caregivers’ had realized why the boy was so reluctant. His fear did not only show in his tone but in his eyes too.

Namjoon crouched down in front of him. He felt bad when he saw Yoongi’s eyes not only red, but turning watery too.

“Hey, baby. I know you’re probably scared of the needles. Your Appa and I are too. But we promise you it's going to be over before you know it.” Namjoon tried to encourage. Yoongi stared at him. They could tell that the uncertainty was still there.

Namjoon tried a different approach. “You know, Appa and I have a surprise for you? We got this present made especially for you. Just you.” Namjoon softly said.

That caught Yoongi’s attention. “Me?" He asked. Yoongi paused."What...is it?” He warily asked. They made something just for him?

Namjoon smiled. “Well, we can't really tell you if it's a surprise, now can we?” The caregiver brushed his hair back. He just wanted to coo over the pout he received.

“How about this? You let Jinyoung give you the shots and medicine quick, and we’ll show you your present tonight? Hm?” Seokjin offered. He placed his mouth over Yoongi’s soft hair, still hugging the warm boy closely.

Yoongi didn't say anything, but by the way he stopped struggling the caregivers smiled at each other’s success. The teenager looked up at the doctor who was waiting for him patiently and outstretched his arm.

Yoongi really thought he was going to make it through all the shots, but the second he saw the first needle a centimeter away from his skin, he knew he had already failed on his end. He let out an involuntarily whimper and had almost flinched away when it had finally went into his skin. And he needed three of these things?

“Just one more, Yoongi! Then we're done.” Namjoon encouraged. He frowned when his baby only cried louder.

“N-No more.” Yoongi pleaded. He sobbed and clutched his Appa’s shirt. He wanted to do nothing but to hide in his Appa’s arms forever. He hated doctors. And he really hated needles.

Thankfully, as promised, it was done soon. Jinyoung gave him the last shot as quickly as possible and bandaged it up.

Yoongi whined more when he was given the medicine but after giving him his blanket and ducky he had started to comply.

“Wow. He completely knocked out.” Jinyoung cooed again as he watched the teenager sleep in Seokjin's arms.

Yoongi had fallen asleep half way through a bottle, milk dribbling down his cheek. His daddy had dressed him in a soft warm onesie and had wrapped his blanket around him. The boy’s coughs had slowed down enough so that when he was placed in a position where he could nap, Yoongi immediately took it.

“And you say he’s a resisting baby?” Jinyoung teased.

When he was told that Yoongi was a resisting baby, he would have never guessed that this adorable human who was currently sucking on his paci, hand grabbing Seokjin’s shirt, and unconsciously sighing contently at his hair being stroked, did not want to be a little. The boy literally screamed little just by looking at him.

But, Jinyoung was not one to judge.

~~~

After two hours had passed since Jinyoung checked up on the teenager, Yoongi began to stir around from his nap. His eyes were still closed and he may have been still within his slumber, but the soreness from the vaccine shots made themselves noticed to the boy and forced him to slowly come to reality. A small frowned settled on his lips as he twisted himself on whatever thing he was laying on. Yoongi stopped moving with that thought. His eyes remained close as he shifted a bit more. This didn't feel like his crib. His fingers weren’t coming in contact with any wood nor were his socked feet despite stretching them out.

Unfortunately, the teenager didn't have time to dwell on the unfamiliar surroundings because something plastic-like poked his right cheek. Yoongi, being half asleep with his eyes still shut, decided to stop thinking so hard. He was probably just dreaming again. This was just another dream. He has been sleeping for hours now. Yoongi stopped worrying over the place he currently was sleeping on and relaxed himself again. Maybe some more sleep will be a good addition to his relaxation.

Yoongi had already relaxed himself into his slumber again when suddenly the same poke touched his cheek. He scowled for being woken up and bothered, but didn't do much except for shifting his body towards the other side to lay on his stomach. Yoongi pulled his blankie over his shoulders and let the warmth take over him. He had lost his pacifier somewhere in the mess of blankets, so the decorated duck fleece will have to do now.

Yoongi had lost himself to his dreams again in no time. He felt his muscles loosen and felt so comfortable which was a huge contrast compared to a couple of hours ago. He could stay like this forever. But apparently, someone else didn't want him to. The same poke came again and Yoongi had enough.

The teenager let out a low whine and sat up from where he lay. The blanket fell off his shoulders and onto his lap. His hair was all over the place making him look adorable. Even the angry pout on his lips made him look like a baby cub instead of the angry lion he was attempting to be.

The angry lion unfortunately got startled off because the second he made eye contact with the intruder of his sleep, his eyes widened. Soft unrecognizable brown eyes were staring right into his and the person had a big cheeky smile. Yoongi wouldn't have reacted so shocked if it weren't one tiny little detail. 

It was a girl.

Yoongi instinctively scooted back on his spot, trying to get away as far as possible from the new stranger. He had been distracted in getting away too quick that his head accidentally slammed against the wall of wherever he was, the impact making him dizzy. That's when he finally realized, he wasn't even in the comfort of his nursery. Although the nursery used to be nothing but enclosed and torturous, it was his safe spot out of the entire house because it belonged to him. Right now he was alone in the living room with nothing but this girl who appeared out of nowhere. She was kneeling on the ground of whatever he had been sleeping on.

Yoongi did not feel an ounce of comfort at the moment. Who was this girl? Why is she in their living room? Where were his caregivers?

The combination of his head pain, his tiredness, the confusion, and the unknown stranger made him let out another whimper. He was thinking so much and he just woke up. Everything felt complicated for him.

“Shhh!” The girl in front of him spoke with an index finger over her lips. She seemed to be around his age. Maybe older or maybe younger. It was hard to tell.

“ I'm sorry. Are you okay? Sorry for scaring ya.”

Yoongi flinched back when she stood up and leaned down to touch the spot of his head that got hit. But instead of being scared or startled, his face relaxed as he finally took in the girl in front of him. Like he said, she seemed his age, but of course her mentality must be different. Like him, she was dressed childishly with a pale pink shirt underneath some short overalls. Her hair was made into a French braid and honestly if Yoongi wouldn't have noticed her outfit choice, the way she spoke should have been enough.

“Please don't cry. Daddy said I wasn't suppos’d to wake you up-”

“Lisa? What are you doing sweetheart?” Jinyoung’s voice made both the girl - Lisa, apparently - and Yoongi look up. Is he her caregiver? Yoongi thought.

Jinyoung had gotten suspicious when the living room had turned completely silent. He knew for a matter of fact that Lisa could not be quiet. Especially after just coming back from a playdate with her friends. Now standing in the doorway from the short hallway leading to the kitchen he could see why it had gotten so silent. Jinyoung crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Lisa cheekily smiled, hoping her cute looks would get her out of this one again.

“Did you wake up the baby?” Jinyoung asked.

“Um, did daddy wake up the baby?” She answered with another question. Jinyoung rolled his eyes. Lisa would always answer with questions whenever she knew she was in the wrong.

“Hey, everything alright? It was too quiet so I came to check up on you guys.” Seokjin walked into the living room and stood behind Jinyoung.

Yoongi let out a tiny gasp at seeing his caregiver and sat up straighter in his spot, ready to be picked up so he could be in his warmth. Then, after realizing what we had just done, he blushed and relaxed himself. That was strange. A weird feeling of relief and excitement had flashed by him when he saw the older man. Why should he be so excited? Maybe it was more from being grateful since he was glad he didn't feel alone anymore with the two strangers. He felt a lot safer with his caregivers than with other people.

Seokjin had fortunately looked down in time to have seen the little action Yoongi had done but soon shrugged away. It made a silly smile start to form on his lips. His baby was so cute.

“Sorry, hyung. I think Lisa may have woken him up from his nap.” Jinyoung apologized. He had moved to sit on the couch and pulled Lisa onto his lap to prevent her from creating anymore trouble.

“I did not!” The little immediately protested with a small pout on her lips.

“Then who did, huh?” Jinyoung challenged with a tiny smile.

“Barbie did! Not me.” Lisa stated a matter of fact. She lifted her right hand to show her caregiver the plastic pink dressed doll.Jinyoung tsked, but didn't press on it any further. He just hugged her tightly which caused Lisa to giggle a bit.

Yoongi had been watching the entire interaction between the two with curious eyes. He watched and wondered how the girl (who was literally the same age as him) can act so carefree and childish. It was a thought he had been having constantly after always staring at Taehyung, Jungkook, Taeyong, WinWin, and even Bambam. He still found it odd. Not in the way of how the concept of it was so weird, but of the fact on how they could easily slip into this... headspace. Was it as fun and easy as they made it seem? Did it really make them...happy?

“Is my little boy finally going to join us and stay awake?”

Yoongi blinked and stared up. He realized Seokjin was standing in front of the playpen (he had finally came to the conclusion where he had been sleeping) with a smile so big, but warm. It was so warm that Yoongi felt like he was being tightly hugged. His brain felt like a cloud and the world around him was the sky. Seokjin was the sun.

Jinyoung had stopped from playing around with his little to stare up at Seokjin instead. He watched as how he carefully bent down and picked Yoongi up from the mess of blankets. The teenager when picked up had instinctively wrapped his arms around Seokjin's neck and his legs around his waist. His left hand was close to his mouth and while his fingers weren't precisely in his mouth, his index finger poked the bottom of his lip. Yoongi's shoulders had immediately relaxed at the close proximity with his caregiver. He had even closed his eyes and let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding. Yoongi had a hold on Seokjin stronger than a kid having it to their favorite stuffed animal. His Appa was just so warm.

Jinyoung watched with soft eyes. Oh there was no way Yoongi was a resisting baby.

“Uncle Jin! Uncle Jin! Can I play with the baby, pleaseee?” Lisa broke the quiet atmosphere. Jinyoung scolded the girl when Lisa scrambled off his lap to go and stand in front of Seokjin. She was bouncing on her heels for her uncle to let her play with the baby.

Yoongi frowned and opened his eyes. The loudness of the little had snatched him from his paradise. Why was every single little he met so loud?

A deep laugh suddenly omitted in the room. One that hadn't been there before.

“I'm not sure if Yoongi will enjoy makeup and dress up, Lisa. Let me give the baby his bottle first and we’ll see.” Namjoon walked in from the same doorway the rest of them had.

Yoongi’s frown left as fast as it had came. His eyes widened at seeing his other caregiver. He hadn't known how much he was missing him until the sight of him literally made his heart jump. It felt like a puzzle had been completed in the emptiness of his head.

Namjoon walked up to his baby and husband. He couldn't help but give a small look as he stared at Yoongi. The boy had never looked so small and what seemed to be in awe. His eyes slowly blinked as he stared up at Namjoon and (what was the most surprising) he allowed himself to smile when Namjoon took him from Seokjin's comfortable body and into his own. The caregiver felt how tight the back of his shirt was gripped, but in the sense of security rather than the usual fear of falling. Namjoon raised an eyebrow towards Seokjin who was staring at the two cheekily. He didn't respond except for a shrug and kept his silly smile on his face.

Yoongi didn't seem to have a care in the world at the moment. He hadn't even realized how different he was acting. He hadn't put up a fight when Namjoon moved him from his comfortable position in order to feed him his bottle. He hadn't put up a fight when he had the bottle prodded in between his lips. He had though put up a fight when he instantly recalled the nasty taste of the medicine sneaking down his throat. Yoongi made a face and leaned his head back while he blindly tired to push Namjoon's hand away. Nuh uh. He wasn't having that again.

Jinyoung laughed. “You were right. He really doesn't like medicine.”

With that comment, the doctor preceeded to whisper something into Lisa's ear. The little seemed to have stopped bouncing for the first time she had arrived and listened intently at what she was being told. Yoongi didn't know how he should have reacted as he caught the tiny smile on Lisa's face turn wider and wider with every word she was being told.

Jinyoung was a doctor. He's dealt from the most brattiest resisting littles to the most innocent fearful ones. After years of doing his profession, he had a way with them here and there. He had been afraid that it would've been harder for Yoongi since he had been said to be a resisting little, but after seeing how he acted so freely, Jinyoung knew it was going to be easier than planned. He let himself to sit back for this one though. Lisa was his little assistant and always begged to help out at work. She was definitely going to continue down the family name.

Meanwhile, Yoongi had been in the middle of getting ready to curse off the men he had tried so hard to comply with. It wasn't like it was their fault necessarily too. He just really didn't like medicine. He thought he was making it perfectly clear by the way he tried to arch his head back as far back as he could from the bottle still trying to come his way. He could just sense the frowns that were set in Seokjin and Namjoon's face. They always had it when Yoongi would act like this and made them worry. Honestly, these were the times Yoongi questioned why they were so worried for him. He was just sick, he wasn't going to die. Sure he felt like he was in the inside but he's done it before. The amount of care they gave him was overwhelming. Mostly the sort of good overwhelming, but the times like these where all Yoongi wanted to do was cry and squirm away from Namjoon's hold were definitely the bad kind of overwhelmed. He was restless and exhausted and he did not want medicine.

Yoongi let out a distraught cry. Right when all hell was ready to let loose, the boy felt a poke to his side. He opened his eyes (which had tears ready to fall any second now) and turned his head from where the poke came from. He noticed it had been Lisa kneeling right in front of him. With a raspy cough, he noticed the girl was holding a small container (probably no bigger than half his arm) with a silly smile on her face. Yoongi stopped fighting once he caught sight of what was inside.

“Look! This is a calm down jar. My daddy says it's great when you're feeling sad or angry.” Lisa easily explained with her never fallen smile.

She stared at the younger boy and instantly knew she wouldn't have to continue to explain. Based on Yoongi's mesmerized eyes, she could guess that the boy already knew why the object had its title. Yoongi’s previous agitated self had relaxed itself almost instantly.

Namjoon and Seokjin watched with both of a look of curiosity and impressed. They were both familiar of the 'calm down jar’ that Lisa held in her hands. Basically, the object was a jar filled with glitter glue, food coloring - this one in particular was red - and more glitter. If you shake the object, it would turn into an array of a beautiful colorful mixture of glitter and would fall like snow. It was much like a snow globe. The caregivers didn't know why they hadn't thought about it before. Yoongi was in love with color so this calming down tool was perfect. Actually, the boy already looked in love.

Namjoon noticed how the shorter seemed so invested with the jar, so he decided to take his chances. At first, Yoongi let out a small noise of complaint at having the teat of the bottle poking against his lips again, but after Lisa proceeded to shake the jar with all her strength, Namjoon smiled at knowing he had won. Yoongi didn't think once over allowing himself to finally drink the medicine. He was too busy being hypnotized to even care.

Yoongi watched as the magical scene going on inside the jar played out. The red glitter sparkled not only because it was glitter, but because it was being reflected by the sun peeking around their curtain. The glitter spun around like a tornado - a beautiful tornado - with a force so powerful, yet smooth. Yoongi didn't even want to blink as he stared at it. It was one of the most eye captivating and relaxing things he had ever seen.

Yoongi could have kept staring at it for the entire afternoon if it hadn’t been for Seokjin's hand suddenly coming up to his face. The boy’s nose scrunched as he felt a rag being wiped against his mouth. He would have thrown another fit if he hadn't realized why he was being rudely wiped. Yoongi had never spat out and shook his head away from the bottle so fast.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. You finished it! It wasn't that bad, was it?” Seokjin took the now empty bottle away from Namjoon's hands.

Although it had been rhetorical, Yoongi’s pouty lips and narrowed eyes seemed to have spoken either for him either way. The caregivers gave an amused look before ruffling the blonde hair.

Before Yoongi could get even more annoyed, Lisa had thankfully pulled him away from his task once again.

“Do you wanna make one? I can show you so then you can have one too! Come on, let's go!” The girl exclaimed. She left running towards the playroom without waiting for her answer.

Yoongi looked back towards the direction she had left. His previous annoyed expression immediately dropped into a surprised one. Aside from not knowing he could even make one of the sparkling jars, he was surprised that the little was asking him to join her into doing something. It made him nervous.

He had thought he had gotten used to littles appearing out of every corner, but based by the way his lips turned into a thin line and his eyebrows furrowed, he still hadn't gotten there. Especially since Lisa seemed to have an older headspace than the others and she was a girl.

“Come on, kitten. It’ll be fun.” Namjoon reassured. He had an arm wrapped around Yoongi's back with the boy sitting across his lap. Yoongi didn't say anything and still had the unsureness shown in his eyes.

Namjoon slightly chewed the bottom of his lip at the image of seeing the teenager so unsure again. He wanted to reassure Yoongi that it will be fine, but the teenager was a hard person to convince. Namjoon looked up to the other two adults in the room for any sort of help. The caregivers were surprised when Jinyoung stepped up from the two without much of a hesitate.

“Yoongi-ah. If you try it and still don’t feel comfortable then you can try doing something else, alright?” The doctor proposed. “It's okay in being a bit scared, but I promise, Lisa doesn't bite.” Jinyoung laughed.

Yoongi looked up from his lap when the doctor squatted a bit to make eye contact with him. He jumped back a bit when he realized the doctor had leaned forward in order to whisper something into his ear. Nevertheless, he didn't move afterwards.

“You just have to trust us, alright? Trust is all you need and soon enough you'll get used to it here. Okay?” The doctor said.

Yoongi was surprised at the doctor's words. The two sentences alone seemed to have been the only real proper advice since he got chosen on Selection Day.

Trust, Yoongi thought to himself. His caregivers...he trusted them. And if they kept on telling him to try these new things and that it was okay, Yoongi could believe them. They wouldn't lie to him. He trusted them.

Namjoon didn’t know what Jinyoung had told the boy, but he was thankful nevertheless. Yoongi's previous frown had slowly eased away and the tense in his body had left as well. Yoongi looked up at him and without a word, he pointed over to the hall that led down to the playroom. Namjoon grinned and stood up.

“Will you two be fine? Because we can just- “

Namjoon laughed and stopped his husband's rambling by giving him a quick peck. Yoongi, being unfortunately caught in the middle, let out a small noise of discomfort with a scrunch in his nose. That had made Seokjin let out a small smile.

“We’ll be fine, promise.” Namjoon only said. He began to make his way over to the playroom.

“If I accidentally find a way to catch the playroom on fire, I’ll yell out for you!” Namjoon decided to playfully yell out once they were out of sight.

“Yah! Kim Namjoon- “

Yoongi couldn't help but let out a smile when Namjoon entered the playroom and shut the door to prevent from hearing the rest of Seokjin's scolding. Yoongi could just hear his Appa’s expected scolding he would give Namjoon for shutting him out. The teenager was starting to learn on how the couple worked and he loved how silly they were.

“Wow, Lisa. You work fast, huh?”

Yoongi lifted his head up from Namjoon's shoulder. He had almost forgot the reason why they had came to the playroom in the first place.

Yoongi looked down from where he had his arms wrapped around Namjoon's neck and saw the little with a lot of supplies out to make their craft. Jars and (what Yoongi really loved) the tubes of glitter.

Lisa giggled. “Got to Uncle! Doctors work fast!” She exclaimed.

“Does the baby wanna make his now?” Lisa’s eyes fell from Namjoon and over to Yoongi.

Yoongi's cheeks flushed a little from the sudden attention on him. He turned his head away, the only way he could think on avoiding the girl. He would rather rot in a room than make human interactions.

Namjoon must have either not noticed or not care over Yoongi’s mid life crisis because instead of helping Yoongi hide from his misery, he removed him away from his body and lowered the boy onto the play mat. A whine and pout escaped from Yoongi. He looked up once he was on the floor and gave a look of betrayal towards his caregiver.

Lisa giggled. Yoongi turned his head around and didn't say anything. He examined the girl as if she was a foreign animal.

“Come on, let's make one! You like glitter? Think it's pretty? What's your favorite color?” She enthusiastically asked as she helped herself to open the jar.

Yoongi blinked, not expecting the girl to easily start speaking to him and asking questions. The attention wasn't what he was used to, so he slowly looked up and stared at his caregiver. He gave him a look that seemed to be a cry for help. Namjoon chuckled. He decided to help out his little and sat next to him. Yoongi had never knew how relieving it was for his caregiver to be so close to him. He didn't even bat an eye when Namjoon sat behind him so that he was between his legs.Instead, Yoongi let himself lean again the broad chest and the arms that circled around him were so comforting.

“I think Yoongi loves glitter, Lisa, just by the look on his face. He really loves colors.” Namjoon spoke for the little. Yoongi didn't say anything and just watched as how Lisa brought the glitter tubes and glitter glue closer.

“Uncle Joonie, everybody loves colors, duh. They're pretty!” Lisa answered matter a factly. Yoongi cracked the tiniest smile from the comment. Namjoon playfully rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to do mine pink! What color do you want to do?” Lisa asked as she set her color aside from the rest. She looked up as she waited for a response patiently.

Namjoon couldn't suppress his smile when Yoongi looked up at him again. His eyes called for desperate help again.

“Yoongi doesn't have a favorite color, Lisa. He loves all of them.” Namjoon spoke for the little again. Yoongi nodded as he continued to stare down at the overwhelming choice of colors.

“All of them?” Lisa thought for a second. “Doctor Lisa can work with that!” She exclaimed.

Yoongi watched at how Lisa began to quickly work. He stared as the girl got a few plastic bags and filled each of them with a different color of glitter and glitter glue. He stared at them with wide eyes, not completely understanding what she was doing. He looked up and based on Namjoon's questioning face, he really didn't know either. It wasn't until Lisa stack each of the colored bags over one another inside the jar and sealed it, did Yoongi realize what her master plan had been. He let out a quiet gasp as she smiled at her work and handed it to him.

“Shake it! Shake it!” Lisa eagerly demanded. She sat on her knees and eagerly waited for the excitement to begin.

“Come on, baby.” Namjoon murmured next to his ear. His head sat on Yoongi's shoulder as he softly encouraged his baby boy. He had his his arms protectively wrapped around him.

Yoongi hadn't known what to expect. The first time he had seen the beautiful craft before his eyes was amazing. But when he had the jar in his very own hands, mixed with so much colors, and it belonged to him, the result left him more than just awestruck.

Yoongi’s mouth gaped open when all the colors swirled around the jar, creating a beautiful swirling rainbow. He had never loved something so simple so much.

Namjoon smiled at his baby’s adorable reaction. Even the caregiver himself was in awe at Lisa’s creation. He let out a chuckle when the baby shook it again the second the little tornados stopped. He had to keep note that maybe introducing a rattle to Yoongi would also relax him.

Yoongi had practically zoned the entire world out. He was in his own magical land. Only him and his new found obsession. The edge of his lips even had a hint of a smile. This is why Yoongi had almost jumped when Namjoon's voice rumbled next to his ear again.

“What do you say? Hm?”

Yoongi's smiled twitched away after finally comprehending what his caregiver meant. His cheeks turned into a soft pink color.

“T-Thank you.” Yoongi whispered out, not sparing one glance to the little out of embarrassment.

Thankfully, Lisa didn't seem to mind the lack of attention. She had already turned away to finish her own jar, so she only smiled back. Lisa looked back down as she worked. Anyone looking in would think the little had turned quiet because of how concentrated she was working. In reality, she was just stirring up a little plan inside her pretty head.

“Can we go show my daddy and Uncle Jin?” Lisa suddenly piped up after a minute.

Namjoon looked up from staring at Yoongi. Lisa was sitting on her knees again with her now finished jar hugged to her chest. An innocent smile displayed on her face along with puppy eyes.

How could Namjoon say no?

“That's a great idea. Don't you think Appa would like to see it?” Namjoon asked the teenager.

Yoongi slowly nodded. His Appa would like to see it. He would be impressed and probably enjoy it even more than his daddy had. He had been the one who had been teaching Yoongi the names of colors.

Yoongi didn't show much of a startled reaction this time when he was suddenly picked up. He had made sure to protectively hold the jar close to his chest to prevent from accidentally dropping (despite already knowing that it was plastic) and made sure to tightly hold onto Namjoon by wrapping his arms around his neck.

Lisa had ran ahead of the two, wanting to arrive to living room first. Yoongi didn't seem to be in any rush and instead wanted the walk to last longer. He laid his head on Namjoon's shoulder. Despite the jar creating an uncomfortable position for him, Yoongi found himself relaxing in Namjoon's arm. A yawn startled him as he slowly blinked. He had stopped coughing so much, but his body still felt sick. Yoongi was ready to voluntarily call an early nap and fall asleep right then and there.

Unfortunately, Yoongi felt himself be put back down on a different soft rug before he could fully close his eyes. He almost whined from where he sat and stared up at Namjoon with pouty lips.

Namjoon must have caught on because he only responded to the little with an apologetic smile. He crouched down for a second to be eye level with the boy.

“Nap time after we show daddy? Alright, my pouty baby?” Namjoon’s dimples made a comeback with his smile.

Yoongi shook his head away with a whine when Namjoon tapped on his lips.

“I’m going to get your daddy and Uncle Jin. Can you watch over him for a minute, Lisa?” Namjoon asked, already making his way to the kitchen.

“Yes, uncle!” Lisa grinned from her spot on the floor.

Yoongi, on the other hand didn't react so well. Yoongi moved to sit up on his knees and longily watched as Namjoon disappeared. The feeling of sadness quickly washed over him. Where did his daddy go? He just left? Yoongi felt so desperate to regain the close comfort of his daddy that he was ready to crawl over to the door Namjoon had left.  

It hadn't been until a whimper had left his lips that Yoongi froze. He slowly blinked, realization hitting him pretty quickly. Yoongi blushed. What was that? He asked himself, cheeks only turning darker.

“Did ya’ come out of little space?”

Yoongi turned around at hearing the question. He stared at Lisa. The girl was playing with her doll that she had previously left in the living room. She sat criss crossed across from him.

“What?” Yoongi asked. “What's...little space?” He quietly asked the girl.

Lisa looked up. “The headspace you were in right now!” She happily exclaimed.

Yoongi wasn't comprehending.

“Don't worry. It's cause you're new and not used to it yet. It’ll get easier.” Lisa smiled.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “What? Little Space?”

Lisa nodded as she combed through her dolls hair with her fingers.

“Right now, did you feel like…” Lisa thought for a moment, trying to explain while still being in her own headspace. “Cotton Candy? Soft and...relaxed?” She asked.

Yoongi thought for a second. He guess he felt like that… Yoongi nodded.

“That's little space! Your daddies got you so they can take care of you once you're little! Once you find something thats gonna make you reallyyy wanna slip, you’ll never wanna be big again!” Lisa put down her doll and smiled widely.

Yoongi's eyes widened at the statement.

Lisa frowned at seeing Yoongi’s poor and almost fearful reaction.

“It's not as scary as you think it is. You can be big if you want to. But why would you? Being big is boring.” Lisa made a disgusted face.

“When you're little, you’ll always feel...happy! You get to play all day, color, have all the toys you want. Ooh and cuddles and kisses! And then, you don't have to worry about anything either. That's careg-givers jobs. And you have two daddies! You’re lucky.” Lisa continued to explain, smile not faltering for even a second.

Yoongi didn't say anything and stared at the fellow little. He thought about all the information just given to him. Little Space...that relaxing feeling he had two minutes ago? But always having it? The thought of possibly acting like Lisa or Taehyung didn't thoroughly convince his mind, but the thought of never have to worry? Would he really never have to worry about anything? Can he even do that when his entire life consisted of him being the one to take care of others?

“Daddy! Look what I made for the baby!”

Yoongi was startled out of his thoughts when Lisa stood up in front of him. He turned around and watched the three men enter the room. Namjoon led the doctor and his appa inside.

“Is our kitten having fun?” Seokjin asked.

Seokjin had came inside with a smile on his face already. He had become ecstatic at hearing that Yoongi seemed to be having fun. The teenager seemed to be putting much more effort into his new life style the last couple of days. It made his caregivers swell with happiness, wanting nothing more than Yoongi to live in comfort and happily.

Yoongi watched as his Appa came closer to him. Lisa had by now left him alone on the floor so she could sit with her daddy on the couch. Namjoon had chosen to look from afar from where he leaned against the wall.

“Wow. It looks so pretty.” Seokjin joined his little on the floor. Yoongi shyly looked down, distracting himself with the jar once again.

“I-It’s a rainbow.”

Seokjin looked up and was surprised at the soft - almost delicate - tone Yoongi had used. Completely different from the angry tone they were used to. The teenager hadn't looked up to his caregiver, suddenly very timid with himself. All Seokjin could see was his baby’s blonde fading hair. The prince wanted to see his baby’s eyes.

“Wow a rainbow. Can Yoongi tell me what color...this is?” Seokjin encouraged his little boy.

Yoongi lifted his head up only an inch to see what Seokjin was pointing at. Once seeing which one it was, Yoongi began to concentrate.

“Red?” He softly whispered out.

Seokjin smiled when Yoongi had completely lifted his head up now to see his response. The prince nodded.

“Uh huh. And this?” Seokjin asked. He pointed to the color right below it.

Yoongi thought for a few seconds. “O...rage?” He slowly said. Seokjin wanted to coo at the slight mispronunciation.

“Yes! Orange! Wow. My baby is so smart, isn't he?” Seokjin exaggeratedly said. Yoongi quietly laughed, a slight blush forming.

“Wow. Now why don't you shake it and show Appa how all the colors become? Why don't you show Appa the prettiest?” Namjoon decided to join in their conversation. He could see the little shine in Yoongi’s eyes, being right on the border line to his headspace, and he wanted to help the boy cross it.

“Prettiest?” Yoongi quietly asked. Namjoon helped him grab the jar with both hands and they both shook it once the teenager was ready. Yoongi shook it for a couple of seconds more because he wanted to make sure the little tornadoes lasted longer.

Yoongi’s eyes were soon transfixed on his new toy. He grinned, knowing exactly which one looked the most prettiest.

“This one! This one!” He pointed at the last color of the jar. The color was dark, but not so dark like black. It still looked nice and warm, especially with the glitter.

“That's purple.” Namjoon explained. “You know, purple could also be used to signify love? It's Taehyung's favorite color.” His caregiver explained.

Purple, Yoongi thought about it. He definitely didn't attempt to pronounce that one. And Taehyung's favorite color? Oh yeah, Taehyung had introduced himself with his favorite color when they first meant.

Yoongi continued to stare at the jar. Yeah. He liked purple too.

~~~

Yoongi didn't recall when he had fallen asleep but he had. All he remembered was showing his Appa his jar and everything else became a blur. Nonetheless, he didn't mind that he had accidentally fallen asleep. He loved sleep. This is why when the sound of a doorbell wouldn't stop being repeatedly pressed on that it had woken him up, he was more than a little grouchy. Yoongi turned around and tried to ignore the noise.

“UNCLE! SOMEONE AT THE DOOR!”

Yoongi’s eyes snapped open after his body had jumped from where he slept. The voice was so loud, it had startled him into the unfortunate land of reality.

Yoongi began coughing again. His throat still hadn't fully recovered and although his fever was down, his body was still icky. His eyes unknowingly became watery as his discomfort increased.

Seokjin had volunteered to open the door. He rushed into the living room in order to get to the doorway, the doorbell not stopping for one second. He had just passed the couch when he miraculously heard the sound of whimpers and coughs over the doorbell. He paused and his caregivers instincts had quickly re-routed him over to the playpen where he had left Yoongi to sleep. Lisa was peeking inside it too. She had been playing right by the baby after her daddy had put her in charge and after the worrying coughs, the doctor in her began to worry.

“What's wrong, hm? Still feeling sick, huh?” The caregiver cooed. Seokjin had been caught by surprised when he saw the teary eyes of his baby.

Yoongi blinked and he stopped thrashing around to find a comfortable place once he heard the soothing voice of Seokjin’s. Still not entirely awake, he felt himself being lifted up by familiar arms. His blankie was tucked around him and a paci was slipped into his mouth. He couldn't bring himself to complain because the hand rubbing his back actually helped him.

The doorbell continue ringing non stop. Yoongi whined and put his hand over his ear.

Seokjin frowned and looked towards the door. Who could that even be? He wondered. He had told everyone who might want to come over that Yoongi was sick. Seokjin walked over to the door, starting to get irritated himself. Whoever was at the door was really going to get it-

“Uncle Jinnie! Uncle Jinnie! Can TaeTae pway with baby?” Taehyung bounced on his spot. His boxy smile was full in display and he even giggled. Taehyung had his lion hugged to his chest. The prince cooed. How could Seokjin possibly be mad at the adorable little?

Yoongi had been on the verge of sleeping again, until the sound of Taehyung's voice woke him up again. Curious, he lifted his head up from Seokjin's shoulder and looked out the door. He could see Taehyung smiling up at him. He hadn’t seen the little (who he considers to be his closest friend) in a while so Taehyung's presence was more than reassuring. Although he didn't mind the boy's presence anymore, his nose scrunched at the sound of the little wanting to play with him.

“Didn't I tell your Daddy and Appa that Yoongi was sick? He can't play today, TaeTae.” Seokjin explained.

“Oh yeah!” Taehyung exclaimed. He suddenly coughed twice (very realistically in Taehyung's  opinion) and smiled back up to his uncle. “TaeTae sick too! So TaeTae can play with baby!” He smiled up to Seokjin.

The prince chuckled and shook his head. “Nice try, Taehyung, but I know you're not sick. Where's your Appa and daddy? Do they know you're here” Seokjin raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung froze. “Bye-Bye uncle!” The little began making his way back home. Unfortunately, he didn't go farther than a step because Seokjin was already calling him back. Yoongi smiled at the silly little.

“Ah-ah. Kim Taehyung, come back here. I'm not letting you go back all the way alone or we’ll both be in really big trouble.” Seokjin mumbled the last part under his breath.

Taehyung tried to pout as realistically as possible. He had no choice but to stay at his uncle’s place and could possibly play while he waited for his caregivers to get him? Oh what can Taehyung do?

“I'm going to go call your Appa, Tae. You better not move, mister.” Seokjin warned.

The caregiver had been ready to return to the kitchen with his baby still with him, but Yoongi began to complain. He squirmed in Seokjin's arms. Yoongi was still sick and he was getting dizzy from being taken from place to place.  The boy seemed to be angry and frustrated now and wanted to desperately be put down.

“See Uncle! Baby wants to play with TaeTae too!” Taehyung grinned with his fingers fumbling with his stuffie.

Yoongi honestly did not want to play. It was probably one of the last things he wanted to do in his sick agitated state. But if Seokjin thought that was the reason and it would let him be put down, so be it.

Seokjin sighed. Yoongi even pouted up to him for extra effect. They were both probably not going to leave Seokjin alone with this.

“Fine, you can stay here. But I know you're not little yet and I'm just letting your cuteness get away with this, this time.” Seokjin tapped on Yoongi's pouty lips. The teenager blushed, only proving his caregiver’s point.

“Taehyung, please don't go near him and get sick.” Seokjin begged after he placed Yoongi down. Taehyung was already ignoring him and eagerly went to go sit by Yoongi’s side.

“Lisa, please make sure Tae doesn't get sick. I’m counting on you doctor.” Seokjin said over to the little, already heading to the kitchen to make the quick phone call.

Taehyung's smile dropped. “Lisa?” He asked, but his uncle was already gone.

Yoongi looked up, confused by the change of emotions the little had. Taehyung turned his head around and saw Lisa coming over to them. She mockingly stuck out her tongue and sat next to them.

“Hi, TaeTae. You stink today too.” She mocked again with a scrunch of her nose.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “Hi, Lisa. Didn’ know uncles hadda witch over 'day.” He spat back.

Lisa gasped.

Meanwhile, Yoongi discreetly scooted a spot back. He knew enemies when he saw one and he’s going to take a guess that Taehyung and Lisa weren't the best of friends. It was about to get messy.

“Hey! I'm not ugly! I'm a princess!” She stood up.

Taehyung scrunched his nose and remained on his spot on the floor. “Ugly princess!” He stuck out his tongue. Taehyung angrily looked back down and ignored the girl.

The two had a long history (too much to explain), but to sum it up, they really weren't the best of friends. One day they were playing and laughing around and the second they were ripping each other's hair out. Their caregivers’ always got the worst headaches with the two. They had never seen such a great pair of frenemies before.

Yoongi scooted another spot back when he saw Lisa’s eyes practically flame at the insult.

Taehyung had been quietly playing by himself until he was suddenly shoved. The little landed on his arm with a wince of pain. His lip wobbled a bit, but the little wasn't going to give out so easily.

Taehyung grabbed one of the toys blocks on the floor and threw it at the girl.

Lisa huffed when the block hit her arm. Taehyung stuck out his tongue at her.

“Well, you know, Yoongi is my friend. He likes me more than you!” Lisa yelled back at the boy.

Yoongi was more than surprised with Lisa’s words than Taehyung. He wouldn't exactly agree with her...Yes, she made him the jar and he loved it, but that didn't mean that Yoongi liked her more than Taehyung.

Taehyung's eyes widened. “Nuh uh! He’s my best f-friend! BamBam is your best friend and Yoongi is mine!” He yelled back.

Yoongi’s attention was definitely drawn by Taehyung's statement. Lisa and BamBam were best friends? Yeah…that definitely wasn't winning it over for him to be supposedly closer to Lisa.

“No! He’s mine! Right, Yoongi?” Lisa looked over to him.

Yoongi wasn't prepared for all the attention to suddenly be put on him. Lisa stared at him with pleading eyes and Taehyung stared at him with sad eyes. Yoongi didn't like attention and he especially didn't like this question. He was sure that whatever he responded with wasn't going to make things end well. He had to choose though or else he would be put on the spot forever.

“I like Taehyung better.” Yoongi eventually answered, guilt seeping in.

But Yoongi was satisfied with his response. He did like spending time with Taehyung and playing with him. The little had also been patient with him during the times Yoongi definitely wasn't. He liked Taehyung and...he was his best friend. By the way Taehyung grinned, Yoongi was especially glad for his choice.

By the look on Lisa’s eyes, anger flashing through from the betrayal, he knew that she definitely wasn't okay with the response.

Taehyung had been too distracted from the happiness that he hadn't been paying much attention to his current enemy. Before he could blink, Lisa trudged over to him and snatched his lion stuffie away. Taehyung had never felt his heart stop so quickly.

“Give it back! Is mine!” Taehyung stood up from the floor.

He had forgotten how fast Lisa could walk. Because within a second, she was already at the opposite of the room with his stuffie. She stood next to the window and opened it with one hand.

“Shouldn't a lion be outside?” Lisa mocked. Yoongi gasped when the girl outstretched her hand outside the window, her strong grip being the only thing saving the lion from possibly falling into a muddy puddle.

Yoongi stared over to Lisa and saw her stupid smug look. Yoongi hadn’t felt so angry in so long. How dare she play around like that? Yoongi didn't know what their past was and whether their fights were caused when they were big or little, but he definitely knew it wasn't worth Lisa destroying Taehyung's most precious item. You would have to be a real jerk to do that. No wonder she's best friends with BamBam, Yoongi bitterly thought.

Yoongi was ready to curse her off until a quiet whimper made him stop. He turned his head and just realized how much Taehyung had visibly paled. The little hadn't moved, too shocked (and scared) to make any sort of movement. Yoongi also noticed how Taehyung's lip began to tremble and his eyes quickly watered.

Lisa’s smug look fell when she noticed how Taehyung reacted. He didn't lash out at her or cursed her out. He just stood there and looked ready to cry any second now. That wasn't really was she wanted…

Lisa and Yoongi jumped when Taehyung finally began to cry. His sobs echoed against the rooms, each one becoming louder than the previous. He brought up his hands to his eyes and just cried his heart out. His shoulders shook with each one. Taehyung cried and cried.  

Lisa brought her hand back down with the stuffie. Her face was absolutely shocked now as she stared at Taehyung. He's really... crying. She frowned. The girl tried to tell herself to ignore the pity. Taehyung was just faking it. But at the end, even Lisa knew that Taehyung was just a little. He was a baby. Lisa’s headspace was older than him. She had to remind herself that Taehyung was just no longer V.

Yoongi was at lost if he should still curse Lisa out or get help for Taehyung. The boy was crying so hard and so pitiful, that it was making him sad. Yoongi would attempt to get up and comfort the boy himself but his legs were still weak that he needed help to just stand up.

Thankfully, the situation got saved by itself. From the door, all the caregivers came rushing in (even Jimin and Hoseok with Jungkook who must have came through the back) after hearing the almost murderous wails.

“Taehyung-ah! What happened, baby?” Jimin had rushed over first once realizing his own baby was the one crying.

Hoseok had Jungkook in his arms but was worried just as much. He watched as Jimin picked the little up to comfort him, but Taehyung still continued to sob as loud. All of the caregivers were still trying to ask the baby what's wrong, but he wouldn't respond. Eventually, Taehyung momentarily stopped crying and pointed to the back of the room.

Jinyoung turned around. His concerned looks vanished the second he noticed Taehyung was pointing to his very own little.

“Lisa!” He called out angrily. The girl timidly walked forward.

“What did you do to him? Didn't I tell you stop fighting with Taehyung?” Jinyoung angrily scolded.

“He started it…” She weakly mumbled back.

Namjoon and Seokjin had been busy fretting over Taehyung that they had momentarily forgotten about their own little. If it hadn't been for Yoongi impatiently pulling on the bottom of Namjoon's pants, they may have forgotten about him completely.

“What's wrong, baby? Do you know what happened between those two?” Namjoon asked after he picked up the boy.

Yoongi nodded matter of factly. “Lisa was gonna throw Tae’s lion out the window.” He explained before pointing to the said stuffie in Lisa's hand.

“You were going to do what?” Jinyoung asked after hearing the boy, thankful for his great hearing. The doctor snatched the lion from Lisa's hand and handed it to Hoseok. The fellow caregiver mumbled a thank you, at this rate glad that he found the source to Taehyung's ear piercing wails.

Just like before, the lion worked like magic. Taehyung stopped crying so harshly the second he saw his favorite stuffie in his line of sight. Jimin had sat down on the couch by now and had Taehyung across his lap. The little was still a bit shaky but he seemed much more relieved with having his favorite stuffed friend in his arms.

“Sorry, hyung. I think we’re going to go now.” Jinyoung apologized to his friend. Seokjin nodded, not minding after all his friend did for him today.

“Apologize to Taehyung before we go.” Jinyoung pulled on his little's hand. They stood in front of the family of four.

“Sorry.” Lisa whispered. It was a usual routine she had to do every time she interacted with the little.

“TaeTae, apologize too. Knowing you two, I know you probably did something too.” Jimin pried his little. The slight guilt expression Taehyung got was all Jimin needed to now that he was right.

“S-Sorry.” Taehyung shakily said back.

Yoongi watched as the pair left. He suspiciously watched as Lisa glanced back when leaving. Her expression was filled with guilt. He frowned.

There was a lot over those two that hadn't been written out yet. They needed an entire book.

After a while, Namjoon placed Yoongi back down on the floor after the male sat down on a chair and the baby squirmed out.

Although the boy was shy to do this, he sucked up his pride and crawled over to the four sitting on the couch. Jimin noticed the teenager first.

“D-Does…” Yoongi sighed. “... Taehyung want to play?” He said no louder than a whisper, all while staring down at the floor to avoid eye contact.

The caregivers’ eyebrows rose from shock. They stared at each other, highly impressed by such the kind offer. Thankfully, Yoongi didn't catch their reaction because someone else's was more important to him.

“Y-You wanna pway?” Taehyung asked. He wiped a stray tear on his cheeks with his sleeve and sat up straighter on Jimin’s lap.

“Let's play!” Taehyung smiled and jumped off Jimin's lap. Yoongi didn't have time to process what was happening because he was already being pulled over to a spot on the ground.

Jungkook began to whine from Hoseok’s hold, pointing to the two on the floor.

Hoseok chuckled. “Okay. Okay. Go play too.” He put the baby down on the floor too. It was better to see Jungkook happy than crying. He’s had a long day as well in their own household.

Meanwhile, Namjoon and Seokjin remained silent as they stared at their baby playing. Well, attempting to play. He honestly seemed so confused to whatever Taehyung was rambling off about. They knew eventually he was going to end up joining Jungkook’s playing which consisted of stacking random objects he found together.

Nevertheless, they still stared fondly at their baby. They knew there was a soft side behind the tough act he puts up. And not to be biased, but they enjoyed that side a lot more.

~~~

“That wasn't that bad, was it?” Namjoon asked as he twisted the bottle cap of the medicine.

Seokjin laughed as he saw Yoongi's disgusted face after getting the after taste. He kissed the top of his head and wrapped his arms tight around the boy in his lap.

“Okay. Time for bed. We’re done torturing you for the day, baby boy.” Namjoon smiled. He gathered his strength (although he really didn't have to) and picked up the boy.

“Wow. How is our kitten always so sleepy?” Seokjin asked as he followed the two upstairs. Yoongi had yawned again and placed his head down on Namjoon's shoulder as they ascended the stairs.

Yoongi had been sleepily blinking on their way upstairs, but when a certain door passed by, his head lifted up. He tried not to show much disappointment when they entered his room. Seokjin noticed.

“Don't worry, love, we enjoyed your company last night. But we can't have you in our room all the time. All your stuffies and toys will get lonely at night without you.” Seokjin booped Yoongi's nose. The teenager thought about it for a moment. He guessed his Appa was right…

“Besides, I’m sure you’re not going to want to sleep in our room after we give you our surprise. Did you really think we would forget?” Namjoon asked while also laying the baby back inside his crib.

Yoongi's eyes widened. Surprise? Honestly, he had forgotten about it himself after the long day.

Yoongi began to cough once Namjoon’s warmth left him. It was as if the man had been a shield from his coughs and sneezes because the second the man disappeared to retreat the present, Yoongi wouldn't stop coughing.

“Hey, hey. You’re alright.” Seokjin tried to comfort the baby but Yoongi wasn't having none of it.

The memory of the past struggling night with the endless amount of coughs and sneezes were coming back to haunt him. He sat up in the crib and cried out from frustration. He wanted out. He wanted the warmth of the men. They always took care of him and he needed their care at the moment. Yoongi’s agitation and tiredness caused him to start crying again, the fogginess in his brain coming back. He wanted to be held.

By now, Namjoon had returned, rather startled from hearing the frustrated cries all the way from their room.

Upon entering the nursery, he saw his husband standing over the crib trying to shush and calm the boy, but to no avail did the crying stop.

A lot more determined now, Namjoon quickly made his way over and installed the present they had customly made for their little. It was rather difficult to concentrate on how to make the object work with all the crying (making him worry that he was going to break it somehow) but eventually everything was set in place.

Seokjin looked up and noticed his husband was done. Namjoon fumbled for the button and then, finally, turned it on.

Yoongi stopped crying the second a lullaby began playing. A soft sweet tune filled the room. One that sounded so gentle, so beautiful, and so... familiar?

Butterfly, Yoongi recalled the name of the song.

He had been laid back down but his vision was still blurry from tears. He wiped his face with his arm and fist, desperately trying to clear his vision. Once finished, he opened his eyes. And he was definitely glad he did.

Yoongi was taken aback by the colors on the ceiling. Red, Yellow, Purple… He stared at the ceiling. It seemed to be playing a scene of some sort. Maybe about bears? Yoongi hadn't focused on it much because the curiosity of where the colors were coming from distracted him. He lowered his eyes and gasped once finding the source. Yoongi didn't know how on Earth he had missed it before. A rainbow over a cloud hanging on a string with colorful droplets hanged beneath it to make it seem as if they were falling from the clouds. All in the while having smiling ducks circling around them. Yoongi was so mesmerized with all the details. Everything was just beautiful.

Namjoon and Seokjin stared at the baby, not moving a single muscle, to wait for Yoongi to start lashing out again or just crying. They had been afraid for the boy’s reaction towards the mobile they had made for him. The pair had wanted to get something meaningful for their little as a special gift for him and seeing that Yoongi adored sleep, the mobile had been their best bet. The rainbow and colored droplets because of the boy’s obsession with color and the ducks because the boy absolutely loved the animal. That was perfect. They had asked for the song Butterfly to be put as the lullaby too, seeing that the teenager loved the song after requesting it every time they visited Namjoon's studio or Seokjin wanted to sing. They had just wanted everything to be perfect. And seeing Yoongi stare at it as he slowly lulled to sleep, they knew it had been perfect.

But, surprisingly, Yoongi didn't want to go to sleep. He had wanted to continue admiring every detail on the beautiful craft. Maybe even concentrate on what the story on the ceiling was actually about. He didn't want to sleep for once, but unfortunately, the mobile had done its job right. The lullaby was just so soothing and the slow rotational movements from the ducks made his eyes slowly begin to close.

Yoongi was practically asleep by now, but at the back of his head he still wanted to wake up. Just because he realized he didn't thank his two caregivers for his present. Neither did he thank them for taking care of him all this struggling while that he has been sick.

Actually...he hasn't thanked them at all. He didn't thank them for putting up with his annoying tantrums or for just giving him food when he was starving. Or more importantly, saving his family. But now, Yoongi just realized, he didn't thank them for choosing him on Selection Day.

Yoongi must have been entirely asleep now, but still, that didn't stop him from having one last thought.

If his caregivers wanted him to be little, then he’ll be little. Yoongi was going to try everything he can so he could properly slip, for not only them, but himself too.

Yoongi wants to be little.

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Yoongi doesn't think he’s ever had this much determination to do anything in his entire life. And slipping into a childish headspace of all things? The Yoongi on Selection Day would have killed him on the spot.

But Yoongi had to remember that he wanted to do this. He was doing this out of his own will and not because he was being brainwashed into doing so. Seokjin and Namjoon hadn't tied him down or had used some weird form of hypnosis on him. Even the week prior from when he had gotten terribly sick, Yoongi had still been acting like the devil himself with the two. He kept throwing toys around and cursing his head off, purposely doing things because he knew it ticked the men off. The men hadn’t given him any punishment stronger than what a parent would have done to a child. He was glad the two had patience with him. He hadn't been hit, or worse, thrown onto the street to fend for himself and have his family at risk as well. They hadn't done anything of that sort to him.

The morning after he had received his surprise present, Yoongi had awoken (very comfortable if he may say) in deep thought. Yesterday he may have been half conscious when making his promise, but maybe...it wasn't a bad idea. He would try to completely slip into his headspace, and if he hates it, he’ll just slip out and (hopefully not) throw a rampage. But based on his little sneak peak, he had a feeling that wouldn't be the case.

Although he had been pretty firm with his idea, Yoongi couldn't help but still be conflicted over his plan. It was so different from his original escape-and-run plan. How was he even supposed to become 'little'?

The teenager began to worry over that side of the plan, maybe a little too much. His mind hand been so lost in thought that he didn't realize when Seokjin had entered the room. Yoongi continued to stay silenct as Seokjin greeted him and began the usual routine. He hadn't even made one noise of complaint during his change and while getting dressed. He was just thinking too much.

Seokjin had been quick to notice the lack of attention Yoongi gave. The boy’s blinks had shortened and the boy didn't squirm at all. Not once. Seokjin's mouth pursed in worrysome but he knew he shouldn't worry too much over it. The boy just needed a distracrion. Instead, the man gently picked him up and brushed Yoongi’s hair back with his other hand. The cold hand must have startled Yoongi back into the real world by the little jump he had given.

Seokjin leaned in and brought his lips closer to Yoongi’s ear,

“You know...don't tell your Daddy I said this,” Seokjin whispered. “But I think he got you a little surprise overnight.” Seokjin moved his head back.

He smiled at the little shocked reaction Yoongi gave. His eyebrows had raised and his eyes enlarged, his brown pupils big.

Unfortuntately, Seokjin's plan of making him relax seemed to have failed. Because now, Yoongi wouldn't stop thinking over his little situation and what Namjoon may have gotten him. It may have actually made it worse, to Seokjin's dismay. Yoongi thought the entire time he was carried down and even when Namjoon had greeted him downstairs he had only stopped thinking momentarily. The bottle feeding he had continued thinking which proved to be difficult as he tried not to relax so much that he would fall asleep.

He hadn't stopped thinking until Namjoon, finally, looked ready to tell him about his present if the dimples said anything. Yoongi still wondered what the older male may have gotten him. Little present? After the past presents he had received, he wasn't sure what a little present meant. He was more than just a bit curious.

“I hope you'll like it.” Namjoon had smiled again and oh how much Yoongi wanted to poke those dimples. The caregiver had picked the boy up from his lap and set him on his hip. Yoongi as always curled his fingers into the male’s cotton shirt. The two had gone ahead than Seokjin since he stayed behind to rinse out his bottle. Seokjin had felt like he should let the two have their little bonding time with each other and would join them a couple of minutes later.

Yoongi’s stomach clenched because of how nervous he was being. Usually when he was given presents, they were never as small as his caregivers made them seem. He was afraid for the day his caregivers would tell him they were giving him a big present. Knowing them, he would be gifted an entire town.

Yoongi had every right in being afraid. Because this present wasn't in the very least little. Not one bit. The second Namjoon crossed the threshold into the playroom, Yoongi’s jaw dropped. His present was possibly the most biggest eye captivating thing in the room. Yoongi’s brown eyes fell upon the present. His eyes were once again wide and a small gasp had escaped his thin lips.

In front of him stood another human life sized bear, but, it wasn't just any bear. This one was special.

“Do you like him? His name is Kumamon. I always see you touching the glass case over my little figurine of him in my studio. Daddy thought he could get you something that you can actually play with.” Namjoon’s soft voice spoke no louder than a whisper. He studied the boy in his arms carefully, watching him with the most admirable eyes a man could give.

Yoongi slowly blinked but he never took his eyes off the black bear. He didn't react when Namjoon sweeped his hair back or when he was even carefully placed on the ground. His legs were still a bit wobbly on his own but Namjoon had a strong hold around his waist that supported most of his weight. Yoongi blinked again when he felt Namjoon's chin rest on his right shoulder.

“I know it’s not much, but I wanted to thank you for trying to cooperate with us yesterday. I know medicine and being sick isn't fun.” Namjoon’s soft voice tickled Yoongi’s ear. “We know everything is still hard for you to adjust, but we’re at least glad that you’re giving everything a chance. We’ll still love you and take care of you, Yoongi. Whether you're in your headspace or not. Your Appa and I love you more than you think.” Namjoon smiled as he hugged his baby tighter. He rubbed his nose against Yoongi’s soft hair - that was now slowly becoming its original color - before placing a kiss right at the center.

Yoongi was speechless and taken aback by Namjoon's words. He was moved, but also a bit confused. Hearing how much Namjoon and Seokjin loved taking care of him was so odd. Yoongi had never been properly taken care of. It wasn't his mother's fault, it had just been- impossible. The entire dynamic was still so new. But Yoongi would admit, he enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of.

Thankfully, Seokjin had saved Yoongi from responding to the heartwarming words. The caregiver had been so quiet upon making way to the playroom. He hadn't wanted to interrupt any important moment if there were any. But the plan of trying to enter without being noticed had been quickly thrown away the second Seokjin’s eyes made contact with Yoongi’s present. Seokjin’s sudden loud gasp made the other two jump.

“How did- When did you- “ Seokjin’s mouth gaped open and he was at lost for words.

“Namjoon- Where do you even get him from? Is this really 'small’ for you?” Seokjin was more than stunned by the giant Kumamon. He wasn't expecting such a gift when Namjoon had brought up the idea the previous night.

Yoongi cracked a smile at the elder’s face. He couldn't agree more with Seokjin’s reaction.

As Seokjin walked over to the two, Yoongi’s smile slowly faded away into one of pain. His legs were beginning to hurt for standing which honestly worried him a bit since it hadn't been more than five minutes. Namjoon must have sensed Yoongi’s pain because he gently helped Yoongi sit down on his bottom over their fluffy rug. Namjoon looked down at his baby momentarily to check that he was fine again until he saw a pair of feet come into his vision. He looked up to be met with the judging eyes of his husband's.

“I thought you had said you were getting him a ‘small’ gift?” Seokjin asked with a tone just over a whisper. His eyebrow was raised and his arms were crossed. The prince was too shocked with the outcome from last night’s conversation of getting their little a 'small’ present.

Namjoon sheepishly smiled and shrugged. “I really wanted to get him something he would like. And...I may have overdid it with the size.” The idol mumbled out.

Seokjin scoffed. “Yeah. Maybe just a little Joon.”

Seokjin gave a side glance to the present again. Although he really wanted to be more mad over the size, he realized that was the least of their problems at the moment. The prince let out a shaky breath and nervously began to rub his right arm- something he did when he was nervous. Seokjin sighed.

“By the way, I got a call from one of our men.” Seokjin lowered his voice even more than it already was. Namjoon looked up into Seokjin's eyes after side glancing at Yoongi again. The words had completely stopped any other thought.

“And they can't go out, Joon. Every single way they think of has my father’s guards surrounding them. They can't use an excuse without raising suspicion.” Seokjin sighed again, feeling relieved at getting the cat out of the bag.

Namjoon let out a breath of air at the disappointing news. He brought up a hand and rubbed his temple in frustration from the stressful situation.

“And you can't ask your father if he could let us out?” Namjoon asked for, possibly, the millionth time.

Seokjin shook his head. “You know the rules, Joonie. No one is allowed to leave. Not even us. What excuse can I use either way? I don't have a reason to leave Seoul.” The prince bit his lip from the stress again.

Namjoon didn't say anything. He knew there wasn't any other way to leave Seoul. The only way out would be to wait it out. How long would he have to wait though? And would it be too late?

“Everything will be fine, Seokjin. We did put them in a somewhat secluded area just in case. Maybe the lock down won't last so long too.” Namjoon tried to reassure his worried husband, but he didn't even seem to be convincing himself.

“For now, let's not stress too much over it.” Namjoon grabbed Seokjin’s hands.”Let's just focus on Yoongi and our family. There is no use for us being worried now if we can't do anything over it. Let's focus on taking care of our baby first. Okay?” The musician looked into Seokjin's eyes. The wary look he was given back notified Namjoon how uneasy Seokjin still was, but at least the man wasn't saying anything against it.

Namjoon mentally exhaled exasperatedly. The situation around them made the two feel uneasy. Everytime they would try to pretend that the crisis at hand didn't exist, it just made them feel worse. It made them tainted with guilt from all the lies they had to spur because of one little problem. Maybe because it wasn't as little as they thought it was.

Namjoon didn't blink as he thought of a way to change and forget about the topic at the moment. He looked up and had glanced up at Yoongi for maybe half a second, but that half second image he had seen was enough for Namjoon’s eyes to do a double take. He (unintentionally) let out a short gasp at what he saw, but quickly the shock left and instead his face displayed a wide smile once he had fully processed what he was seeing. Namjoon’s heart must have melted into a puddle.

“If he’s going to continue being adorable like this, I think we’re going to have to focus on him a lot more.” Namjoon lightly chuckled before he nodded towards the direction behind Seokjin.

The man gave a confused expression before he turned his body around. Similar to his husband, Seokjin elated a short gasp when he saw the sight in front of him. Yoongi, their cute precious little boy, must have crawled away from them and over to his new present while they had talked. Well, how more can you explain the sight of Yoongi hugged into the arms of the giant Kumamon. The toy’s arms loosely hugged over the boy who must have accidentally fallen asleep again while sucking lightly on his paci. Yoongi was curled into a ball on the toy, looking smaller and younger than usual. The sun peaking through the playroom's window reflected against the teenager's face. The dark eye circles he had the first day Seokjin laid eyes on him were almost completely faded and the eye bags weren't as full. The innocenct look Yoongi naturally held just seemed to grow with each coming day. Seokjin and Namjoon couldn't take their eyes off him.

Seokjin jumped when he felt arms circling around his own body, attention too focused on the teenager. He felt Namjoon's head rest on his shoulder.

“We’ll be fine, okay? I want you and Yoongi to be happy. I’ll try my best so everything turns out alright.” Namjoon whispered.

Seokjin nodded. He focused his eyes on the boy in front of him again. A small smile escaped his lips. Yeah. They’ll be okay.

~~~

Two weeks had gone by since Yoongi’s unfortunate sick day and the teenager was more than glad. He didn't know how much he loved having a peaceful night without any snotty or coughing interruptions.

Surprisingly enough, Yoongi still held a high head at the idea of wanting to slip into this so called little space. As the days progressed, Yoongi hadn't given up but instead became even more curious and eager to try it out. The unintentional slip ups he has had now and then have been enough to give him a central idea of how it felt. And selfish enough, Yoongi maybe sort of wanted it to last a lot longer.

Sadly, the more curious and eager Yoongi got, the more frustrated he became too because he just couldn't slip. He tried coloring, TV, and even attempted to play when his caregivers offered but he still felt like him. He wanted the cloudy soft feeling, not the stressed out angsty teenager one.

So now as evening had approached, Yoongi was clearly not a happy camper at failing another day. What else was he supposed to do? He had tried everything, hadn't h- ?

Yoongi paused. He blinked out of his thoughts, letting his eyes focus on the television screen in front of him. He had been so deep into his thoughts that he had even forgotten what they were watching in the first place. Yoongi also just now realized that he had been leaning on his Appa’s side while the older male scrolled away on his phone next to him on the couch. Yoongi moved away and sat up straight with a small blush, still not entirely used to having close skinship. The movement must have startled Seokjin because the prince looked up from the phone and roamed his eyes over Yoongi's.

“You alright, baby? You need something?” Seokjin asked.

Yoongi looked down and pulled on the edge of his onesie’s sleeve. The boy was ready to quickly shake his head as a response until he suddenly remembered again. Yes...maybe he did need something. It could work.

“T-Taehyung?” He whispered out slow, almost as if he was unsure.

“Taehyung?” Seokjin’s eyes revealed his quick shock, but it quickly left as it came. He took a second to try to figure out what the younger may be asking, until he realized, “Do you want to see Taehyung?” He asked.

Yoongi didn't look up again and slowly nodded. Yes...he did want to see Taehyung. Who other than the bright hyper little Kim Taehyung himself could help figure Yoongi out on how to regress? The older would definitely help him.

Seokjin smiled. “You miss Taehyung, huh? It's been too long since we’ve seen him and Kookie. I wonder why?” The caregiver lightly mocked.

Yoongi let out a sheepish smile and shrugged while still looking down. Okay...so maybe Yoongi may have gotten Jungkook sick. Which, promptly led to Taehyung getting sick. Which meant the two had been basically quarintied at home by Jimin and Hoseok to not spread the virus any further. In Yoongi’s defense, he had tried to stop the giggling Jungkook from hugging him.

“I’ll send a message to Jimin to see if they're fine now, okay? But you definitely can't have a playdate now, mister. It's nearly bedtime for you. It's late.” Seokjin commented.

Yoongi didn't have time to look up at the older and protest because Seokjin had already stood up and lifted him up from the couch.

“I'm not tired.” Yoongi frowned and squirmed in Seokjin's arms. He felt the man stop walking, halting right before entering the kitchen.

“Not tired, huh?” Seokjin asked. “Then I guess were going to have to tell Daddy that we can't have storytime tonight since someone doesn't want to sleep, huh?” Seokjin shook this head with disappointment.

Yoongi stopped squirming. “S-Storytime?” He quietly asked as he stared at Seokjin.

Seokjin nodded. “Yeah, story time. Remember when you found one of the books in your playroom? Your daddy thinks you would love it and wants to read you one before going to bed.” Seokjin responded.

Yoongi took a moment to recall what Seokjin was talking about. Books...does he mean the thing with a bunch of pictures inside? Yoongi remembered when he found them and he was absolutely amazed. They had words that he obviously couldn't read but he enjoyed the pictures in them very much. It reminded him of TV. Was Namjoon really going to read them to him?

Yoongi looked up into Seokjin's eyes and very seriously said, “ 'm tired.”

Seokjin chuckled. “Aish. You're so cute.” He pinched Yoongi's cheek quickly before he began walking again to the kitchen. The boy had whined and pulled himself away.

Yoongi had been placed on the edge of the counter while Seokjin smoothly worked with one hand on his night bottle and the other hand securely holding Yoongi to prevent the boy from accidentally falling. The boy didn't mind and nstead fiddled with his blue pacifier in his hands as the caregiver worked. The teenager didn't really think much of it before he slipped it into his mouth. Over the weeks, he had grown accustomed to the object. At first it had been just to try to see if it helped him slip (which it didn't except for a second), but although it hadn't worked it still soothed him. And right now, well, maybe Yoongi was a little tired.

“Hey, Joon.” Seokjin's voice made Yoongi look up from his lap.

He looked up and saw Namjoon walking into the kitchen. Yoongi unknowingly sat up straighter and he became more alert at seeing his daddy. Although it hadn't been so long, Namjoon had disappeared for about two hours to do a bit of work in his studio. Yoongi had been ready to crawl after the man into the studio when Seokjin had picked him up. His Appa had told him to give his daddy a little alone time because he’s had a hard stressful day with some important things - whatever that could be. Although he had pouted, Yoongi hadn't mind spending some time with his Appa either. But now he was really happy that his daddy had returned.

Namjoon greeted Seokjin back with a smile before his eyes roamed over Yoongi’s. The teenager got a fluttering nice feeling when the older’s smile seemed to have widened more.

“How’s my little kitten?” Namjoon walked over to Yoongi. The boy was picked up into the man’s arms and the younger couldn't help but to rest his chin on his shoulder. A small yawn escaped his lips, his pacifier unfortunately clinking onto the ground.

“Little kitten claims not to be sleepy.” Seokjin chuckled as he passed by the two.

“Oh really? Will story time have to wait until tomorrow then?” Namjoon asked as he rubbed his hand over Yoongi’s back.

The teenager opened his eyes and lifted his head.

“No!” Yoongi firmly responded. “I'm not sleepy.” The boy responded.

Namjoon tsked. “Alright. Alright. We’ll have story time then.” The caregiver confirmed. Yoongi nodded. Damn right they’ll have story time.

“Hey, Joon. Can you turn off the stove for me?” Seokjin commented as he was pouring the milk into the bottle.

“Yeah. Sure.” The man responded. Yoongi didn't appreciate being put down. He had been placed down on a cushioned chair at the center table and although it was comfortable, it was nowhere near Namjoon's arms comfortable.

Although he didn't enjoy being sat down, there wasn't much he could do with his legs still weak. They weren't as unresponsive as his first day of being selected, but being constantly carried around had made them weak. He didn't even know if he could walk anymore.

Yoongi sat on the chair with a not so patient attitude as he waited for Namjoon to return. Yoongi brought up his fingers to his mouth so he could retrieve his paci, but he was more than surprised when they just met his lips. Yoongi’s brows furrowed. When did he lose his paci? Yoongi sat up straighter and looked around the kitchen. With each oncoming second and no sign of the blue object, Yoongi was becoming anxious. He wanted his paci but where was it.

It wasn't until Yoongi's eyes roamed over a couple of feet to the right of him did he spot the glittery familiar object. The spot Namjoon had been carrying him a minute ago. That's right. Yoongi had dropped it when he had yawned.

The boy frowned. He really wanted his paci in order to calm his nerves, but it seemed like it was miles away from where he sat. The teenager stared over his daddy and appa for help, but the two must seem to be having a sort of private conversation. It seemed to be pretty serious too by Namjoon's hushed tone and Seokjin’s lips pressed into a thin line. Yoongi knew there has been something wrong lately with the two, but he gave no mind to it. His caregivers always gave him a look that said to not worry over it. If it didn't affect him he shouldn't worry, right?

Seeing that his caregivers would need a minute more alone, Yoongi really didn't want to interrupt them now. He could wait. He could wait. He could-

Nope. He couldn't wait.

Yoongi turned on his side again to face the object straight ahead of him. It was tempting. It really was. Yoongi just wanted his ounce of security now and he knew his pacifier would suffice that. The teenager turned around to his caregivers and saw them still talking. Should he wait one more minute? Or maybe…

Yoongi bit his lip nervously. He put his right leg down from where they were originally crossed. It was just a few steps, he told himself. He could do it, right? Yoongi put his left foot down and stood up.

No. Apparently, he couldn't.

Namjoon and Seokjin had been discussing about the new information one of their men had sent them when a loud thump had made them both jump. They turned around and gasped when they saw their baby flat on the ground with a pained expression. He must have fallen off the chair.

“Yoongi! Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Seokjin had quickly rushed over. His previous worry on their information vanished instantly and instead all his focus went to his baby's. The caregiver continued to spat out more worried questions as he picked the boy up.

Yoongi blinked as he tried to process what happened. Slowly, he began to feel the sting of pain in his wrist and on his knee. His eyes were getting watery too and- no. He shouldn't cry. It wasn't even serious. Yoongi shouldn't cry over simple things. Quickly, he began to blink the tears away.

Namjoon noticed. “Yoongi, did you get hurt?”

The teenager was too quick in shaking his head. “I-I’m fine.” He attempted to firmly respond.

Namjoon and Seokjin didn't say anything, but he knew they weren't entirely convinced. They were a bit disappointed instead that Yoongi wouldn't let out his emotions. Someone must have told him that he was too old to cry. It saddened them.

“How did you even manage to fall, sweetheart?” Seokjin quietly asked as he kissed the top of his head, of course after kissing some potential injured spots.

Yoongi frowned and didn't say anything. Instead, he just pointed to the object that he had still failed to retrieve.

The caregivers followed the finger and sighed when they saw the object.

“Baby, I know that you didn't want to interrupt us but please do next time. Your legs are still weak and you could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” Namjoon lightly scolded as he stood up. He walked and picked up the pacifier before he walked over to the sink to clean it first.

Yoongi downcasted his eyes and fiddled with Seokjin's fingers around his waist in order to avoid Namjoon's eyes. Seokjin could sense Yoongi’s fallen mood and sighed.

“Kitten, I know you want to walk, but we should take it a step at a time. We’ve been carrying you around, so your legs aren't used to walking. We could start teaching you how to walk again, alright? How does that sound?” Seokjin asked.

Yoongi looked up at hearing the offer. His eyes widened. “Really??” He asked, shocked with the offer.

Although Namjoon was still worried, he couldn't help but smile at the boy’s reaction.

“Of course, baby.  We never wanted to prevent you from walking again. The drugs that the doctor had first given you was just a... precaution after what you did to him.” The caregiver gave him a look.

Yoongi gave a shy sheepish look in return. Although he really shouldn't be, he was still proud that he managed to get the doctor to end up at the hospital.

“But we could start on walking again another day, prince. Right now we should really start heading upstairs if you want daddy to read you a story before our baby gets too sleepy.” Seokjin said softly.

As if on cue, Yoongi gave another yawn. This time, Namjoon had waited for the yawn to pass before giving Yoongi back his paci. The boy let out a deep sigh of relief for finally having his soother.

“You go ahead with him Joon and give him his story time and bottle. I'll catch up with you two in a bit." Seokjin said. He handed his husband the bottle of warm milk with a smile.

Namjoon nodded and lifted the shorter up into his arms, taking the bottle with his right hand. He bounced the younger to keep him awake a bit longer and decided that he should make his way already.

Yoongi frowned at the movement, but he ultimately decided that he should try staying awake. He had wanted the story time in the first place. Yoongi lifted his head up from Namjoon's shoulder and rubbed his eye to keep the sleep at bay. Yoongi didn't want to miss out on whatever story time was supposed to be.

Once upstairs in the nursery, Namjoon made way to the shelf. He already had two books in mind that he knew Yoongi would enjoy.

The entire time, Yoongi had been staring at the books curiously. He stared at them when Namjoon was still walking about the nursery and he stared at them when Namjoon finally sat on the rocking chair with him on his lap. The bottle was handed to him so half distractedly, the boy drank the vanilla tasting milk.

“By the cartoons you watch, I think you love animals. So I think you'll love this book too.” Namjoon smiled. He moved his hand away from the front of the book, finally revealing the cover of an animal entering a crated box, something Yoongi had been dying to see.

“It's called, Dear Zoo. It's a place where they keep a lot of animals in one place so people can go see them.” Namjoon informed.

Yoongi stayed silent and quietly drank from his bottle. He closely watched as the first page got flipped open. It revealed words on the first one and on the next it showed a huge crated box.

“I wrote to the zoo to send me a pet. They sent me an…” Namjoon read. Then, Yoongi was surprised for the crated box to have a flap to open. The caregiver opened it and it revealed a really big grey animal that Yoongi couldn't recall the name of.

“It's an Elephant.” Namjoon smiled when seeing the boy confused. Yoongi nodded, imprinting the word into his memory.

“He was too big! I sent him back.” Namjoon finished reading the line. Yoongi watched him turn the page again.

“So they sent me a…” Namjoon read and moved his fingers to open the flap.

Yoongi’s attention was immediately caught at the drawing. “Lion! TaeTae!” He pointed at the drawing and looked up to his daddy for confirmation.

“Wow, that's right! Good job.” He said and kissed his temple. The man finished reading, “He was too fierce! I sent him back.”

The teenager frowned. “I don't think Tae would be happy.” He quietly commented.

Namjoon chuckled. “No. He really wouldn't.”

As the book progressed, Yoongi slowly became more interactive with the book. He even began to lift up the flaps instead of Namjoon. He anticipated every page and every new animal he learned about. There was a lot of them too.

“Another one. More animals.” Yoongi ordered when the book ended.

“More? I thought it was bedtime already.” Namjoon commented as he took the empty bottle from Yoongi’s hands. He grabbed the pacifier from the side and placed it in Yoongi’s lips. The boy gladly accepted it, but he firmly shook his head at the man’s words.

Although Yoongi wasn't in his headspace, he really enjoyed the books and cartoons. They were childish, but he loved learning. There was never really school in Daegu, so he had no idea that learning could actually be fun.

“Hmm...how about this? Instead of another story, why don't you tell me what animals you already know?” Namjoon asked. It was late already for him to read another story, but he at least wanted to satisfy the younger’s interest with this. He was also curious with Yoongi's knowledge too.

Namjoon grabbed the second book he was originally going to read before it got too late and pointed at the cover. There were many animals scattered about the cover.

“Okay...do you know what animal this is?” Namjoon quietly asked as he pointed to one that was black and white spotted.

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed and tilted his head adorably. “Moo?” He asked.

Namjoon couldn't suppress a smile. “Yeah that's the sound it makes. It's a cow. It goes moo, huh?” The man explained. Yoongi nodded as he stared at the animal.

“Do you know what this is?” Namjoon pointed to another one.

“Oink! Oink!” Yoongi instinctively said, recognizing it from a show.

“Wow, you seem to be really good with sounds, huh?” Namjoon laughed. “That's a pig. You're right.” The caregiver nodded. The man could care less that the boy was answering the questions wrong. He was a baby either way and it was great progress from a boy who didn't even know the animal existed up until a month ago.

“I like this one.” Yoongi quietly pointed to a tall animal. Namjoon followed his finger.

“Giraffe? You like it?” Namjoon asked.

Yoongi nodded.

“I want a G-Gi-waffe.” Yoongi tried to say the word. He hadn't really meant to say it aloud, his excitement getting the best of him.

“Huh? What? Does our prince want a giraffe?” Seokjin's head suddenly popped inside the nursery. Yoongi and Namjoon looked up, startled at how Seokjin could hear them from outside. The man always impressed them.

“Seokjin-” Namjoon tried to stop his husband before he could get out of hand. Too late.

“We could get him a giraffe! That would be so cute! We could probably adopt one from a nearby country. Yoongi, do you want a tall one or a baby one?” Seokjin rambled on.

Yoongi was taken aback. Was his caregiver actually talking about a real one? He was thinking of just another stuffie…

“Seokjin. I really don't think Yoongi wanted a real one.” Namjoon attempted to bring Seokjin's head back to Earth.

The prince pouted. “But Joon, it would be so cute! And why not? Our baby boy has never asked us for anything. It would be my gift. Hoseok and Jimin got Taehyung a lion.” Seokjin pouted again. It seemed like Seokjin wanted the giraffe more than Yoongi did.

“Yeah, but-”

“T-Taehyung has a real lion?” Yoongi interrupted. He looked up to his Appa with big wondrous eyes.

Seokjin smiled as he finally walked over to the two. He placed his hands under Yoongi's arms before picking him up and settling him into his hip.

“Taehyung has an entire zoo.” Seokjin whispered into his ear. He laughed when the younger’s eyes went larger than before. The caregiver booped the boy’s cute nose.

“Aish, we’ll talk about giraffes and zoos later.” Namjoon said as he stood up from the rocking chair. Although the words were a little hard, a light smile was still present on his face. “I think our baby really needs to go to sleep now.” He commented as he put the two books away.

“Yeah. I really think so too.” Seokjin whispered. Yoongi had already rested his head again and placed his paci back into his mouth. Yoongi was surprised at how tired he got in just the past 15 minutes. Learning was really tiring.

Yoongi didn't really feel his usual routine this time. He let himself be man handled through everything - half asleep most of the time. Yoongi didn't even feel when his head hit his pillow. He had already been completely asleep by then.

Maybe he didn't slip into his headspace again, but he could always try again tomorrow. Tonight he’ll just sleep.

Chapter Text

“Good Morning.” A honey-toned like voice sauntered into the nursery.

Yoongi’s nose twitched for a second from the voice. His face didn't look anywhere near ready in wanting to start the morning if the way his button nose scrunched, his dark eyebrows coming in and his delicate eyes turning into one of a bothered little kitten's said anything. Still asleep, his fingers that loosely held onto the top of the covers were curled into a fist and, unconsciously, were brought up. This resulted in the teenager pulling his blankie over his head and making him get more comfortable rather than the initial plan of starting the day. He definitely seemed deeper asleep now as the blanket hiding the sprawled out boy carefully rose and fell in an even breathing pattern.

Seokjin couldn't help but scoff and lean on the doorway, shaking his head in pure amusement. Sometimes he wondered why he was cursed with such a sleep lulling, angelic voice.

The actions of his adorable little had sold him because Seokjin decided to spare the boy a few more minutes of sleep while he prepared his outfit for the day. The prince leaned off the doorway (after a good two minutes of fonding over his baby) and finally walked into the royal nursery. He admired the nursery for the thousandth time since it was finished and he couldn't help but feel a nice swell in his chest. He loved how the rocking chair now had more stuffed animals sitting on them. He loved how the supplies standing on the changing table were open and some looked almost done enough to throw out. He loved the way the small toy chest at the corner was opened and some small blocks were left behind on the floor. And especially, he loved how the crib finally had a sleeping figure in it that he legally had under his care and name. Because the difference from the first time he completed and admired the nursery and now was the fact that there was actual a baby for it now. Well, not exactly a baby yet, but Seokjin couldn't even bring himself down because he had Yoongi and that's all that mattered to him.

Shaking off the nostalgic moment, Seokjin stepped foot into the walk in closet and concentrated into doing what he was supposed to do in the first place. The prince scanned the material of clothing hung on the sides. Each clothing hung was made with the most special quality of material in the country, hand made especially for the future prince of Seoul. Each outfit was worth a leg and kidney, but Seokjin couldn't even bat an eye at the price tag if it was for Yoongi. Did he go a little overboard by the amount of outfits hung on each side of the wall? Maybe. Especially since Yoongi didn't wear much outfits in the first place. But Seokjin again couldn't bring himself to care, especially when he had a great liking of fashion from time to time.

Seokjin looked down the line of beautifully designed clothes and when his eyes fell onto the outfit fourth to last, he knew he had a perfect outfit. He blamed Namjoon, really, for Yoongi’s little obsession with the black smiling bear. Namjoon had several figurines of Kumamon displayed on his glass cabinet along with figurines of Ryan that apparently Yoongi always died to tap on the glass on. The boy was unexplainably intrigued with the character, but it wasn't because he told them. The caregivers could tell just by the way Yoongi’s eyes longed at them whenever he relaxed in the studio with Namjoon and his eyes sparkled when he was allowed to tap on the glass. Seokjin described it as love at first sight to Namjoon. Now, being great friends with the owner of the character figure’s company, who was Seokjin not to ask for the perfect outfit he now held in his hand to be made?

Yoongi slowly fluttered his eyes open. He squeezed his eyes together and had to blink a couple of times in order to properly get his eyes to completely open. He rolled onto his back and his arms extended in a stretching manner. His blankie fell off his face during the action and his eyes scrunched even more. He almost hissed at the light hitting from the window and straight onto his sleepy eyes. With his arm, he tried to cover the evil light from blinding his vision. His bottom lip stuck out in annoyance.

“The sun didn't let my baby wake up on the right side of bed, huh?”

Yoongi jumped from the voice that suddenly spoke. He didn’t move for three seconds until his brain finally made the connection on who the voice belonged to. He removed his arm from his eyes and sure enough he blinked to see Seokjin walking about the room. Yoongi laid confused for a couple of seconds until a groan almost escaped after he realized it was morning.

“I know. I know.” Seokjin walked over to the crib, seemingly reading his mind. “But we have a long day ahead of us, don't we?” The caregiver spoke.

Seokjin surprised the younger when he suddenly lifted Yoongi from the crib without much a warning, his dazed expression now awake at the quick movement. A frown bloomed on his lips and his eyes spoke for themselves to show his grogginess.

“Aw, cheer up my little prince.” Seokjin mimicked the younger’s pout. He walked over to the changing table and carefully laid him on his back. “Don't you wanna play with TaeTae and Kookie today?” Seokjin asked as he began to remove the younger's white star patterned footed onesie.

Yoongi’s previous frown slowly disappeared. He stared up at the caregiver with curiosity.

“TaeTae and Kookie?” He repeated to make sure he heard right.

Seokjin nodded. Seeing as the boy had something to think about, he took this chance to change the younger’s diaper without a lot of fuss. “Jimin called me and said they're not sick anymore. We can sure be expecting a play date later, huh?” The eldest spoke.

Yoongi stared into space as he tried to comprehend what Seokjin’s words meant. Taehyung and Jungkook were coming over. This meant that he could finally ask Taehyung for help in slipping, right? Was he finally going to be able to slip?

A sudden hit of cold air made Yoongi jump away from his thoughts. The last of his onesie was pulled over his head, leaving him in nothing but the new diaper in what felt like Antarctica weather. Yoongi whimpered from the freezing temperature.

“Shhh. I know you're cold, baby. That's why Appa’s going to dress you warmer today, okay?” Seokjin's voice was heard overhead.

Yoongi felt himself be helped in sitting up on the changing table, but the face of discomfort never left him. The teenager glanced at the window. The light blue curtain was currently draped to the side, revealing the outside of their large backyard. Trees were seen at a distance and Yoongi could tell the season was getting colder by the way they leaned onto one side. The sky wasn't as bright as before too and instead seemed grey with dark clouds. The time was definitely changing into a colder season and Yoongi didn't know if he would enjoy that. The teenager shivered in his spot and whined once again when he realized he was still bare. The boy was more than glad when he finally had his onesie over his head and heard the small clicks between his legs. It wasn't much warmer but he wasn't afraid of catching hyperthermia at least. The boy started to squirm in place (Seokjin’s hand the only thing securing him from falling) as he tried to peek over to his crib. He wanted his blankie. That would make him warm.

“Look what daddy and I got you.” Yoongi heard Seokjin whisper.

The boy paused his squirming and lowered his eyes over to his caregiver. His eyes trailed down even more when he saw he was holding something. Something that looked very soft. Yoongi’s pupils enlarged as he curiously brought his fingers over to the too intriguing material. He gasped when he felt it sink in between his fingers. It felt as warm as his blankie.

“It's nice and soft, huh? I'm sure it's going to fit my little boy so snuggly and he's going to look so cute.” Seokjin cooed. “Let's put it on, hm?” The caregiver asked.

Yoongi didn't speak but he allowed himself to be dressed in the black soft material. It wasn't until the man completely lifted the material up did he realize what the material exactly was. It was a fleece black plain hoodie - similar to his blankie - with a Kumamon face neatly sewn in the middle. The top of the hoodie also had the character's little eyes and cheeks sewn on. The material was slipped over Yoongi’s head and it was a little too big by the way the sleeves hung over his fingers once one. The hoodie got stuck over his head during the process of putting it on but neither Yoongi or Seokjin could bring themselves to pull it down. The caregiver smiled and wanted to squeal at how cute and small his little looked with the hoodie. He might have miscalculated with the size by the way the hoodie reached a bit over his thighs and his fingers couldn't be seen with the sleeves but that only made it more adorable. Yoongi would grow into it either way.

Yoongi was too seemingly fascinated by his blankie-like hoodie that he barely noticed when Seokjin moved him around to place the second part of the set outfit. He hadn't realized the equally as soft material being slipped over his legs until Seokjin finally did squeal.

“Wow. Don't you just look precious, huh?” Seokjin asked as he stepped back and admired the teenager.

The hoodie had also came with matching fleece-like sweatpants that seemed completely warm. It also had a Kumamon face sewn at each of the knee parts of it.

“Do you like it?” Seokjin asked.

Yoongi hadn't looked up yet so it was making Seokjin become worried that maybe this wasn't the one. But what the prince didn't know was that Yoongi hadn't looked up because he was still completely amazed and taken aback at the warmth and design of his outfit. He didn't say anything again, but he did lift up his head to his caregiver. All he had to do was scrunch up his eyes into tiny crescents and reveal his cute gummy smile to let Seokjin know that he did in fact like it.

Before he could coo any more, Seokjin carefully lifted Yoongi into his arms and felt the younger curl his legs around his waist. The teenager curled his fingers on the older’s shirt and smiled after resting his head on his shoulder. He had thought he was content until he felt a sudden weight wrap around his shoulders and it didn't take Yoongi more than a second to identify it as his blankie. Now he really felt happy to start the day.

Yoongi wouldn't lie that he almost fell asleep again. Everything just felt perfect. He was nice and warm, he was hugged the right amount, his mind felt at ease, and everything just seemed fine. The way Seokjin's fingers rubbed against his back gently from the grip he had him also did nothing but soothe him more into the land of sleep.

“What? Cuddly baby is going back to sleep before I can even get to him? That's not fair, is it?” Namjoon's deep chuckle caught his ears.

Yoongi opened his eyes and he was surprised to find himself now cradled in the arms of Namjoon. But what shocked him more was how he was immediately met with a small peck kiss at the top of his head before he could properly open his eyes. He adorably scrunched his nose and he could feel the vibration of Namjoon's light laugh.

Yoongi ignored the coddling man and seemed ready to close his eyes again when he spotted the familiar light blue bottle in his caregiver’s hand. He lightly groaned. Yoongi was feeling a bit hungry so he guessed he could just properly ignore the man later. He sucked on the top of the bottle when the latter finally offered it to him.

“He’s really starting to slip now, huh?” Namjoon quietly commented up to his husband. He knew Yoongi wasn't paying any mind to him by the way he made no reaction and closed his eyes again. The teenager would probably not admit it, but Namjoon felt Yoongi snuggling his nose deeper against his body and his fingers clutching his shirt. Namjoon was purely amazed with the improvement their little boy had done.

Seokjin smiled a couple of feet away from the counter. He poured himself some coffee before turning around and admiring his two loves. A light smile painted his face.

The three of them sat around the table in comfortable silence. All they really heard were the birds chirping outside and the usual clatter of their utensils. The sound of Yoongi sucking from the bottle eventually stopped and were replaced with the small even breaths that they were awfully too familiar with. Being too whipped for the boy, the two caregivers let the baby sleep while they finished their own breakfast. Unfortunately, Namjoon would have to wake the younger up since they didn't want his sleeping schedule to get messed up.

“We’re evil people, huh?” Namjoon cooed when Yoongi whined from being pried awake. The teenager gave a soft glare at the man but could Namjoon really stop his cooing when his baby was dressed so adorably? Yoongi hadn't appreciated that either.

“Oh! Remember that Jimin and Hoseok should be coming over today with Tae and Kookie today, I think. So don't be surprised when you see Tae popping up from behind the couch.” Seokjin teased as he moved from the table to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

Yoongi didn't know such a simple comment could make his foul mood melt away. He wasn't sure why, but he cracked a tiny smile at the statement. Maybe it was because he knew perfectly well that that was going to happen. He was glad he was used to the little’s mischievous acts or else he would get a heart attack every time they got a visit.

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Yoongi swore someone must have pressed the button that slowed everything down because Yoongi’s morning moved awfully slow for his liking. He wished Seokjin had never mentioned a thing over Taehyung because now he really was expecting the little to appear behind the couch any second now. Yoongi felt like he knew the other well enough and it wouldn't surprise him any bit. He could probably place a bet that Taehyung would probably fall over in the process too and begin crying. All Yoongi wanted was to speak with the little already and hopefully end this entire frustrated misery. Taehyung is surely doing a hell of a hard job doing so.

Thankfully, Namjoon must have sensed his distress and subconscious pouting because he managed to distract Yoongi for a while by inviting him to the playroom. The caregiver hoped it can give the baby some distracting time.

The pair had colored for a while, and it was fun, but not fun enough to help his impatient state. His face at one point had fell into a relaxed state but eventually the little's frown came back to play instead. Seokjin had noticed first, so he encouraged the boy to play in the ballpit instead. Thankfully, Yoongi did feel his discomfort slowly leave. Although mean enough, Yoongi enjoyed playing with the balls. And especially when you are encouraged to try to hit your daddy as much as you can. In his defense, that was all Appa’s idea.

The game of “try to hit the evil monster, your daddy, as much as you can, sweetie,” (followed by Seokjin's laugh) eventually finished after the certain caregiver called a truce. Seokjin had suggested to do another certain activity. Remember when the caregivers offered the teenager to learn how to walk again? Apparently they really weren't joking about it.

Instead of Yoongi usually sitting on either caregivers’ lap on the edge of the ball pit, they were making him stand inside now with only a hovering hand to protect him. The boy had been regretting speaking up yesterday when he nearly fell over after he attempted to move one foot. He hated how uncoordinated and unbalanced his legs felt. It was as if he never had legs to begin with. Yoongi hated to admit it, but he wished he was still in Seokjin or Namjoon's hold instead of this tiring position. It wasn't like he liked it, or maybe he had. He just...preferred their warm body heat instead of aching legs. Yeah.

With the combination of playing and his exhausted limbs, Yoongi knocked out like a light before Seokjin could even mention the word ‘nap time.’ The silence of their house returned once again.

“We really tired him out, didn't we?” Namjoon eventually whispered. He chuckled as he sat beside Seokjin on the couch.

Seokjin smiled. “Yeah. We really did” The prince cradled the baby as he slept, far too attached to the boy to want to put him down. He was so proud of him for the effort he put into this morning, or more like all week. Seokjin couldn't stop swelling with pride at seeing Yoongi's improvement with settling in.

“What...age headspace do you think he’ll fall in?” Seokjin’s voice suddenly whispered out. He never moved a muscle and only continued to silently admire the fragile teenager. The boy was deep asleep and didn't move a muscle as well, except for the sucking on his pacifier every now and then. His pale light skin reminded Seokjin of an absolute angel.

“Hmm...well usually everyone starts off pretty young. Tae started off around 1 and so did Taeyong and Bambam before they grew older over the years. I think Yoongi will probably be a little older or maybe even younger than Jungkook once he completely slips.” Namjoon's soft voice filled the room. He didn't dare raise his voice or make any movements that could possibly cause the boy to stir. But based off Yoongi's even breaths, he doesn’t think that will be a problem.

Seokjin hummed. “I wonder why he hasn't slipped yet.” The prince whispered. “Not that I don't mind. He’s actually on a right track for a resisting baby, but...I feel like he wants to slip.” Seokjin commented. His eyebrows had furrowed in as he voiced out his thought over the situation.

Namjoon looked up at his husband, noticing his features, and nodded. “I noticed it too. I think he’s just having some trouble which is understandable. I think that, most likely, he still has a part of him that doesn't want to let that last cautious guard off. It's probably stopping him. I don't think there's really much for us to do until he allows us to fully take in his vulnerable side. Until he fully trusts us.” The man explained. He carefully studied Yoongi's face from his spot on the couch. He really did look so peaceful, so relaxed. The caregivers just wanted him to look like that all the time. For Yoongi's sake more than theirs.

For the next hour, Namjoon and Seokjin continued to quietly speak with each other about nothing and everything. They whispered to each other and oh how hard was it not trying to laugh. Eventually as time passed, Namjoon made Seokjin put the baby down to properly sleep. Although Yoongi was underweight, he still weighed enough for Seokjin's arms to get tired after a while.

After finally convincing Seokjin to lay him at least on the playpen (that was a mere ten feet away), the two had returned to cuddle themselves on the couch while the television quietly played. That had momentarily eased Seokjin's mind from everything else. The two didn't really have a lot of times where they could just lay back and relax. Seokjin being a prince and Namjoon being a top star had especially made it difficult to do so. The addition of having Yoongi also made them busy now. They really enjoyed the rare quiet times like these.

Unfortunately after an hour and a half gone by, both of their stomach had began to rumble. Yoongi had a bottle before his nap time, but the two had completely disregarded lunch time. Seokjin wasn't happy that he had to get up from his comfortable spot to cook something, but at least Namjoon made it better.

“I’ll go with you and keep you company. I’ll leave the baby monitor here so we know when he’ll wake up.” Namjoon smiled as he too stood up. Seokjin had smiled and nodded. Usually, he never really enjoyed Namjoon in the kitchen unless he only kept him company. Don't get him wrong, he loved his husband for trying to help but he was tired of finding weird spices in their meals that he knew shouldn't even be remotely near the dish.

Yoongi slept as the men worked about the kitchen. Anyone passing by could see how peaceful he slept. His fingers were curled into his blankie (the fabric being over his chest) while his head rested comfortably over a pillow as well. His breathing was nicely evened out, syncing with the small suckle on his paci every now and then. His hair was getting longer so it rested just a centimeter over his eyes. Yoongi’s roots had also dramatically grown in that his once blonde hair was now mostly back to its original hair color. A nice dark shade of black. It had helped him radiate the aura of innocence even more.

Being so deep asleep, it came to absolute shock when the sound of an object falling against their wooden floor had made Yoongi’s eyes snap open in alarm. He blinked twice before he brought up his fist and tried to clear the sleep away. Usually he would just ignore it, but he had a weird feeling swimming in his stomach. Yoongi frowned as he stared through the screen of the playpen and scanned around the room. Everything seemed exactly where it should be. His stuffed animals on the floor, the television on but muted, and the cushions sitting neatly- Wait. Yoongi frowned. His eyes spotted a cushion on the ground next to the coffee table instead from its usual position on the couch. It was too far for it to have fallen there on it's own.

Yoongi jumped when another quick sound echoed the room. He raised his eyes from the cushion and stared over to the location that the sound came from. There was nothing but the couch again. Except…

Yoongi tried really hard for that silly smile to not grow on his face. The teenager carefully rose up to sit on his knees. His paci fell out of his mouth.

Slowly, Yoongi leaned over the playpen and whispered out, “Tae?”

A gasp echoed the room. Yoongi was shocked when a mop of hair suddenly popped up from behind the couch.

“You found me!” Taehyung’s eyes were wide and his mouth formed into an innocent 'O’. He stood up from the ground where he had been kneeled and quickly ran over to Yoongi.

Yoongi’s eyes were still wide from shock. Not only because of Taehyung's presence, but because of his hair. It was bright blue. The teenager watched Taehyung’s hair like a hawk as he got closer. Yoongi couldn't even stop his hand from slowly reaching out and touching the long strands.

Taehyung giggled. “Like it?! Pretty, huh?”

Yoongi nodded. He’s never dyed his hair such a bright color except for blonde. He mostly dyed them dark to make him not stick out so much during his little thief run.

“Did you miss me, baby?! Kookie and Tae were sick so appa an’ daddy didn’ let us come. But we fine now!” Taehyung grinned again. Yoongi never thought he would miss the little’s box smile.

Yoongi’s smile fell when he noticed something in Taehyung's mouth. It was something with a stick at the end. Taehyung (seeing his stare) took out the object from his mouth and revealed a rounded red circle attached to the stick. Yoongi saw that it had left Taehyung's teeth, tongue, and lips bright red.

“It's candy! A Lollipop! You wanna taste? Look, I have 'nother one. Is very yummy.” Taehyung reached into his sweatpants’ pocket, unwrapped it, and offered it to the other.

Yoongi stared at it suspiciously for a couple of seconds. Candy? Lollipop? He has never tasted it before or seen one or even heard about it. Is it supposed to be sweet? Sour?

Taehyung seemed to be very hyper today because he couldn't even wait one more second for Yoongi to think until he pressed it up against his lips, forcing Yoongi to open his mouth and wrap his lips around the lollipop. He let it sit still on his mouth for about three seconds, not really knowing what to do with it. He hadn't had any meal or treat for a while that his mouth was forgetting how to properly work. So, with much hesitation, Yoongi just let his mouth work best at what it does now from the last few weeks. He sucked on the red circle and hoped for the best. His eyes lightened up almost instantly.

Taehyung giggled as he watched the adorable baby’s first reaction to candy. Personally, he was proud that he was the one who introduced it. Everyone should try candy! Unknown to Taehyung, the little had just created an obsession for Min Yoongi.

“Yummy, huh? 'think that’s cherry flavor?” Taehyung shrugged before slipping his own lollipop into his mouth.

Yoongi was impressed with the flavor. It was so sweet and yummy. This was definitely Cherry unlike the evil medicine they made him take when he was sick.

Taehyung smiled and leaned back from where he sat on his knees. He felt proud, like someone who just won an award after a long battle.

Too bad his Appa and Daddy might think otherwise.

“I know he's here, hyung. That boy literally disappeared the second we told him that he could over over to play!” Hoseok's voice was heard from the kitchen.

“Uh oh.” Taehyung said. He turned back and he could hear the footsteps of his caregivers getting closer.

“Sorry, baby!” Taehyung nervously bit his lip. The little had moved so quick that Yoongi gave a late reaction when his own lollipop was pulled from his lips. The little had given him an apologetic look before he ran away. Taehyung returned to his hiding spot.

Yoongi whined. That one he was going to admit (although he basically did it on a daily). He kneeled up straighter and stared over to the little with a look combining a glare and the look of betrayal. How dare Taehyung give him something really good and take it away from him? That should be a crime.

“What happened, baby? You're up already?” Seokjin frowned upon entering the room followed by his husband, Jimin, and Hoseok who carried Jungkook.

“Oh yeah, that must mean Tae is definitely here.” Jimin mumbled. “Tae baby! Where are you hiding?” He yelled out to the wide living room.

Yoongi wasn't happy at all. The anger in his eyes never left even when Seokjin lifted up from his previous barrier that he was caged in. Why was he so worked up over a lollipop? He’s had his things get taken away before and it wasn't a big deal. Was it because it was so good and he probably never had anything like it before? Or was he just worked up for no reason and he was just being grouchy for being woken up from his nap? Actually, now that the teenager thought about it, Taehyung had been the one to wake him him up early from from his nap too! How dare he? No, Min Yoongi wasn't playing nice this time.

“Taehyung!” Jimin sighed. The caregiver was ready to give up. The little was surely causing him grey hairs with his games.

“T-There.” Jimin quietly heard someone say. He turned back and noticed Yoongi with a firm pout on his face.

All the caregivers turned their head to the future prince in Seokjin's arms and saw him lift up his right arm and point with his index finger. All their eyes followed the finger and noticed it pointing to the back of the couch.

In Yoongi's defense, if Taehyung would be mad at him for exposing him (which is an unlikely from the living cheerball), he should be mad at Jungkook too. The second Yoongi had spoke and revealed the little’s hiding place, Hoseok had put a fidgety Jungkook down. The baby had eagerly crawled over to the back of the couch the second his bottom made contact with the carpet. Jungkook had grinned when he spotted the blue hair sticking out and quickly crawled closer just so he can pull on Tae’s hair. Yoongi hadn't been the only entranced by the new hair color. 

“Ow!” 

The sound had made everyone jump and Yoongi's point was a great help afterwards. They lowered their eyes and spotted Taehyung sitting behind the couch with a wondrous Jungkook still pulling his hair. The caregivers were surprised how badly hidden Taehyung was and they hadn't seen him when coming in. 

Taehyung froze on the spot, midway from trying to tug Jungkook's hand away.

“Oh- Uh...Hi Appa an’ daddy.” Taehyung sheepishly smiled, still in his frozen position.

Jimin had already opened his mouth to scold his little when his eyes had caught the familiar lollipop stick in Taehyung's hand. Jimin’s eyebrows raised up suspiciously as his eyes trailed up and noticed another lollipop in Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung gasped after realizing his mistake. Only making it worse, he clumsily hid the lollipop behind his back and only confirmed Jimin’s suspicion.

“Taehyung! Did you give the baby candy?” Jimin sighed. He had two of his fingers on the bridge of his nose and the other hand on his hip.

“Huh? What! Me? Nuh uh! Never.” Taehyung firmly responded, throwing his hands in the air at the unfair accusation his caregiver was giving him (although it was true but still).

Everyone shook their head at the unbelievable little, except Yoongi. The teenager had been distracted ever since Taehyung was caught. He couldn't stop staring at the lollipop in his hand. He wanted it back. It was tasty and sweet. The teenager had made it his mission to get it back, so when he saw the little throw up his hands defensively, the boy took his chance. Seokjin was startled and had to keep his grip around the baby stronger when he suddenly leaned over. After stretching a far amount (and giving Seokjin a big scare), Yoongi grinned when he was able to reach the lollipop with the top of his fingers. He sat upright once again and and brought the candy back into his mouth again. He smiled immediately with the first suck on the lollipop. When Yoongi wants something, Yoongi gets it.

After shockingly watching the entire scene, everyone's eyes had slowly trailed from Yoongi’s red lips down to Taehyung's own. All of them gave an unimpressed look, but the little only gave a boxy innocent smile.

“It's fine, Jimin. I'm pretty sure a little candy won't do any harm to him.” Namjoon commented. 

Jimin sighed. “Yeah, you're right. We’re still a bit on edge after what happened a few days ago with Jungkook.” Jimin mumbled as he sat down on the couch. Jungkook (alert after hearing his name) crawled over to Jimin's feet since Taehyung had left running over to Hoseok. Jimin picked him up and sat him on his lap. The baby was quick to cuddle into his daddy’s warmth and rest his head on his shoulder, Jimin’s soft hand rubbing his back.

“What happened with Jungkook?” Seokjin asked after sitting down with Yoongi still in his arms. The teenager also gained interest in the conversation by the way he turned his head. He watched the other caregivers as he ate his candy, curiously waiting for a response with big eyes.

“Our little Taehyung here wanted to be generous so he gave Kookie some of his chicken nuggets when we weren’t looking.” Hoseok explained while sitting across from the two with Taehyung on his lap.

“Daddy an’ Appa said that sharing was caring!” Taehyung pouted at the conversation being brought up again. He has already been scolded enough over the event.

“It had really upset Jungkook's stomach so he was up all night throwing up. His body probably couldn't digest it well. According to his doctor, we still need to slowly get him to a healthy weight before we introduce him to any solid food again. And when he is ready, we have to slowly introduce it instead of all  at once.” Hoseok finished explaining. He gave Taehyung a small squeeze of reassurance because they knew Taehyung hadn't meant any harm. The two just really had to be careful next time.

Namjoon nodded at his friend’s response. “Jinyoung told us the same. We still have to wait a bit for Yoongi to gain more weight. Seokjin is eagerly waiting for the day he could feed him an entire course meal.” He laughed. The rest of the caregivers laughed as well. Everyone knew how tasty Seokjin’s dishes always were. It was a blessing if you could ever try one of his dishes.

Yoongi looked up to Namjoon after hearing his statement. An entire course meal? Honestly, Yoongi wasn't really looking much forward to it. He was actually very satisfied with the bottles he was currently being given. They didn't look like much, but Yoongi couldn't lie that after every single feeding, his stomach always felt full. It felt full like the one time Yoongi had been able to eat more than one fruit after a successful steal. Maybe he wasn't looking forward to real meals because he’s never really had one? What did a meal even look like? Yoongi doesn't even think he’s had one before. The teenager didn't mind though. He was more than grateful with what he has.

Yoongi became lost from the conversation after he thought more about his past. The memories made him uncomfortable as he recalled the long starving nights. The nights he had passed out a couple of times seemed so vivid. Yoongi hadn't cared over himself when he would faint. He remembered the only reason he ate after those nights was because he was more afraid that his death would cause the rest of his family's. Yoongi let out a deep breath. He was so thankful that he didn't have to worry about that anymore. Those were memories that Yoongi was slowly forcing himself to erase.

“Uncles! Uncles!”

Taehyung’s loud voice had brought Yoongi’s head back to the present. He unknowingly had finished the candy already and had been biting on the stick. He tried not to pout or show any form of reaction at the loss of his finished candy.

“Can me an’ Kookie play with Yoonie in the playroom? Pleasee. I take good care of him! Pwomise!” The little pleaded from Hoseok’s lap.

Taehyung's words had definitely sparked something inside Yoongi. Yes. Yoongi thought. He could ask Taehyung on how to slip. That's why he wanted him to come in the first place.

“Hmm, I don't know. Yoongi just woke up and I'm not sure if he wants to pla-”

“I wanna play.” Yoongi whispered out. He looked up to Seokjin's eyes and - something he learned that work - gave him puppy eyes to win him over. It was hard for him to do, but Yoongi knew it was a skill he had to perfect in order to get away with things. Even if it did make him cringe. Thankfully by the way Seokjin's eyes softened, he knew it was already working.

“Come on, hyung. You should just let him play with them. Taehyung could look over Kookie and Yoongi while we quickly help you finish cooking.” Hoseok smiled. Although his face was still smiling, his eyes gave the other two caregivers a look that told them he should really listen to them. It'll be good for him, his eyes spoke.

“You're right.” Taehyung cheered at Namjoon's words. “Come on, let's go.” The caregiver smiled.

Namjoon stood up and took Yoongi into his arms. The teenager held onto him and saw Taehyung jump onto his feet, leading the way as always. Jungkook had made a whining sound to show that he wanted to go too. Jimin stood up and carried the impatient baby.

“‘Kay Uncle Joon you can go now! You too Appa!” Taehyung began to push Namjoon and Jimin away the second both of the babies were put down inside the playroom.

“What? Why can't we stay?” Namjoon mocked offense at Taehyung's words.

“Cause 'dults are boringgg. Only littles allowed!” Taehyung announced before he began to push the two out the door again. Yoongi turned around and he watched with amusement on how the two caregivers were being kicked out by one little.

Jimin playfully rolled his eyes. “I guess with that logic we aren't allowed to come back to give out snacks, are we?” Jimin said as he was being pushed out.

Taehyung stopped pushing.

“We’ll take it to con-sid-ation, Appa.” Taehyung finally said. Namjoon and Jimin didn't have time to respond back before their feet crossed the threshold and the door was closed behind them not even a second later.

“Shouldn't one of us stay to supervise them?” Jimin asked. It was now coming to dawn on him that he left his little Taehyung, his overly hyper little, alone to watch over the two.

Namjoon waved him off. “I'm sure Taehyung can't do more damage than what I can do while supervising. We have the baby monitor’s on too if something were to happen. I'm sure they’ll be fine. Lunch is almost done either way.” The caregiver said. Namjoon honestly wasn't worried at all. Instead, he was glad to leave Yoongi to interact with the other two littles. He learned that Yoongi was an independent person and he always seemed more comfortable with playing when others weren't watching. He didn't mind leaving the three alone for only fifteen minutes.

Yoongi had watched as Taehyung closed the door on their caregivers. He didn't know he was holding his breath until a sigh of relief escaped once he realized the others wouldn't be here. He was still nervous on bringing the topic up to Taehyung and he was very much glad that he wouldn't have a caregiver lurking around and see him (embarrassing enough) ask Taehyung about it.

“Oh cool! That yours?” Taehyung's loud gasp made him turn towards his direction.

Yoongi watched as the blue haired boy approached his shelf full of supplies, books, and small miscellaneous things. His eyes widened when he saw Taehyung push some of the things aside and the sight of a clear plastic jar full of rainbow colors came into view. He had been looking for the object the previous day, but neither he or his caregivers could find it. Apparently they hadn't searched deep enough. Although he hadn’t physically shown it, his mood had completely dropped from being unable to find it. Maybe he had become a bit too attached to it.

Jungkook had been sitting next to his hyung when the little found the jar. He gasped when Taehyung brought it down and outstretched his hands out for it. Taehyung smiled, but instead of passing him the rainbow one, he passed him the red one. He had seen the eyes of Yoongi's longing for the colorful jar in his hand so giving Jungkook the other color would be better for the both of them. Jungkook's favorite color was red too so it was a win-win for both sides.

“Kookie really loves those too! He also loves his rattle just much as his paci!” Taehyung giggled. He had moved to sit on the ground again and had his legs outstretched with Jungkook sitting in between them. His arms wrapped around his little brother in a loving hold, smile never faltering once.

Yoongi sat across from the two and looked up from the jar he had been staring at ever since Taehyung had handed it to him. He hadn't noticed the object Jungkook had been carrying around all this time. On his left hand he held the jar, but on his right he held something wooden. It was a beautiful crafted art piece that Yoongi seemed entranced by its perfection and skill that must have been put into making it. The handle of the “rattle” as Taehyung called it, was simply wooden but at the top it had the initials JK neatly engraved. On top of the initials, there was a center singular ball in the middle with a wooden rim protecting around it. Over the top of the rim, wooden carved bunny ears stuck up. Yoongi couldn't take his eyes off it's every detail. It was so perfect. It was so Jungkook.

Taehyung grabbed the rattle from Jungkook's hand and shook it front of the baby’s eyes. Yoongi jumped back when it began making noise. He could hear the beads shaking inside the singular wooden ball. Jungkook stared at it with doe eyes and stretched out for it with a coo. Yoongi stared at in awe as well. The noise it made was ear captivating.

Yoongi didn't know what caused him to say this next. It was probably seeing Jungkook so relaxed as he played with the rattle and sucked on his paci. Maybe it was the way Jungkook’s giggles sounded so innocent when Taehyung blew a light rasberry on the baby’s check or he attacked him with kisses because his baby brother was just too cute. Yoongi...wanted that.

“I wanna be little.” Yoongi blurted out. Well that was one way to start that conversation.

Taehyung stopped laughing. He turned his attention away from Jungkook and stared up at Yoongi with shocked eyes. For a whole thirty seconds, Taehyung just stared at him and Yoongi started to get uncomfortable. He was beggining to regret ever opening his mouth when the little soon relaxed his face and slowly broke out into his famous box smile.

“You do?! Yay! We getting new friend, Kookie!” Taehyung hugged Jungkook. The baby didn't understand what was going on and simply cooed again. He lifted his head up and Taehyung seemed happy so he cooed again and shook his rattle in congratulations.

“N-Not yet, Taehyung! I'm not...little yet.” Yoongi spoke. He already saw the little's brain working from thinking on all the things they would be able to do now. As much as Yoongi wanted to try it out, he still had his minor problem.

“Why not? Can't you just slip?” Taehyung asked with a tilt of his head.

Jungkook had began to whine and squirm around. Taehyung let go of his hug and the baby crawled away. He had spotted Yoongi’s toy chest a mile away and was eager to go play.

Yoongi shook his head. “I- I can't.” He sighed when Taehyung only seemed more confused. “I don't know how?” He said unsurely. “I think I need help on trying to slip…” Yoongi finally said. He stared down at the floor and his cheeks were already red by his confession. He couldn't believe he was asking help for this. It was weird, wasn't it? He shouldn't be doing this. He was Min Yoongi despite what his new legal certificate said.

A small poke to his side made him look up. He expected Taehyung to look even more confused or maybe even disgusted. What surprised Yoongi was that the little was much the opposite. Taehyung had a grin on his face with a face as bright as any other day. His smile lit up the room. He was surely the little of Jimin and Hoseok.

“I can help you! TaeTae loves helping. I'm the best helper ever!” Taehyung giggled. Yoongi couldn't help but smile himself.

“Okay! So first! Why do you think you can't slip?” Taehyung asked. “You wanna slip, right?” The little assured.

Yoongi paused for a second before he nodded up and down. His hair cutely bounced with every nod. It was really getting long now.

“Hmm...does your toys, paci, bottle and blankie make you feel little?” Taehyung asked.

Yoongi thought for a second. He nodded.

“Do you like when you crawl around and uncles carry you?” Taehyung pressed on.

Yoongi thought again. He guessed he did. He thought about it more. Yeah...he did.

“Okay good! You already like it so not that.” Taehyung hummed as he thought.

“Okay. When have you felt m-most little?” Taehyung asked.

Yoongi stayed quiet. For a really long time. Taehyung thought that the little simply didn't know, until Yoongi shyly looked up. Taehyung smiled at the cute boy, seeing his red cheeks again. Yoongi and Taehyung both knew the answer.

“When you're with your Daddy and Appa, huh? They're hugs and kisses make you feel nice and your b-brain fuzzy?” Taehyung asked.

Yoongi looked up. His eyes widened at how accurate the description was. This is why he liked Taehyung.

“I- I feel little when they really take care of me.” Yoongi quietly confessed.

Taehyung smiled. “You feel little when uncles take care of you? But you've never slipped?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I stop myself before I go too far.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Yoongi asked.

“Why don't you let your daddy an’ appa to con-tin-ue take care of you?” Taehyung asked.

Yoongi stayed silent. Why didn't he let them take care of him? Well... because… Why didn't Yoongi let them take care of him?

Taehyung smiled when Yoongi didn't say anything. He was lost in thought. Bingo.

“You wanna slip into little space? Get hurt.” Taehyung simply stated.

Yoongi shot his head up at the odd suggestion. “Huh?”

Taehyung didn't stop smiling. “A little will feel the most loved by t-their caregiver when they get hurt! When you get an ouchie it hurts a loooot an’ an’ it feels reallyyy bad. B-But when your daddy or appa will come running, pick you up, and rock you, soothe you, and kiss your ouchie better, that's when you’ll feel the most taken care of! Y-You’ll feel really loved.” Taehyung explained.

Yoongi didn't say anything again. He was completely taken aback by all the advice Taehyung gave. Was that really all he needed?

“Okay let's try it out!” Yoongi heard Taehyung suddenly say.

The teenager looked up, not understanding what Taehyung meant. It was a big mistake because the second he stared up, a wooden block hit him square on the face. The teenager felt the contact the object did to his skin and although it just brushed by him, it left a light scratch against his cheek. Yoongi was completely startled by the attack. It was probably just him, but his cheek felt as if it was burned. It hurt. Yoongi stared up at Taehyung. He didn't know what made him do this next. Maybe it was just his natural instinct or maybe because it was the fact that this was caused on purpose but he was mad. Yoongi was angry at the uncalled for hit. He glared at the little and without hesitation, he curled his hand and raised up his fist. He leaned forward and pulled his fist when-

“Noooo! That's not what you do!” Taehyung loudly sighed. The little flopped back.

Yoongi paused from swinging his arm. His angry facade fell into a face that was startled by the reaction he received. He was confused at how Taehyung completely disregarded the fact that he was going to punch him. He slowly put his hand down.

“That a big you thing that you would! Not little you! That's a no-no!” Taehyung scolded the other.

Yoongi stared at the little and he didn't realize how he shrunk back at being told off.

“Okay! How 'bout this!” Taehyung spoke again after a hard minute of thinking.

“Next time Yoonie gets hurt, first, no hit!” Taehyung warned. “But!” Taehyung smiled.

“Cry.” He answered.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Cry?”

Taehyung nodded. “Littles don’ hit! They cry. Don’ think its wrong because you big and big boys don’ cry. You are little. It's normal for littles to cry.”

“Once you cry, you’ll definitely go into little space because you will feel a lot of love from your Appa an’ Daddy an’ finally feel taken care of. You trust them, don't you?” Taehyung finished. He paused as he just stared at Yoongi think. Taehyung smiled.

“I can't wait to finally play with you, baby!” Taehyung giggled before he leaned forward and tightly hugged Yoongi.

Yoongi had frozen at first at the sudden skinship, but after a second he told himself to relax. Yoongi was still lost in thought after what Taehyung told him. His eyes shifted from left and right.

Cry. Yoongi thought. It's okay to cry because you're little?

Yoongi wasn't sure if Taehyung's plan would work. He’s gotten hurt twice and cried before when BamBam had pushed him and when BamBam dropped him from the chair but that had sent him into a complete panic attack mess. He frowned at the memory. But what if, this time it would be different...Back then he resented the idea of being little. What if it will be different now if he cried when he’ll get hurt? He almost cried when he fell off the chair when he tried to walk but he held himself back then because teenagers don't cry. But like Taehyung said, he wasn't big, he was little. It was okay to cry. Yoongi sighed. He guessed it worth a try because, like Taehyung said, he trusted his caregivers. They would take care of him.

Yoongi jumped when a loud bang echoed the room. Taehyung had gasped and let him go from the hug. The two boys turned around and immediately saw Jungkook by the toys with a pained expression. Yoongi looked around and quickly realized the boy must have accidentally slammed his head against the wall when he sat back. Yoongi watched as the little's eyes began to water. He braced himself because a second later the youngest of the three began wailing his eyes out. His pacifier fell from his mouth and his tears rolled down his already red face.

“Kookie! It's okay!” Being the bestest hyung, Taehyung quickly got up from the floor and ran over to the baby. He back hugged him and tried to reassure him just like how his daddies did.

Thankfully, the door to their playroom opened. Yoongi watched Hoseok’s head pop in. He looked around to find the owner of the cries and when he made eye contact with Yoongi, the boy simply pointed towards the direction of the caregiver's littles.

Hoseok’s face softened once he spotted Jungkook. “Aw, baby. What happened? Why is our bunny crying?” The caregiver cooed as he walked over.

Jungkook continued to sob. He recognized his daddy's voice and looked up to see his caregiver coming over to him. He cried and he lifted his arms up. Hoseok gladly picked him up.

“Wall gave Kookie ouchie!” Taehyung explained as he pointed to the wall with a pout.

Hoseok cooed and rubbed the back of his crying baby’s head and rocked him. “That's not very nice, is it? The wall is a big meanie, huh? Hurting our little bunny isn't nice. Right, Tae?” Hoseok asked. The caregiver kissed the side of Jungkook's head. The little clutched the back of his shirt while he continued to cry with his fingers in his mouth. Taehyung agreed with his daddy.

“Oh! Daddy give Kookie this!” Taehyung stood up. He had spotted the wooden rattle discarded on the ground and picked it up. Hoseok smiled at his smart boy and thanked him before grabbing the object.

Yoongi watched the entire interaction with pure amazement. He watched Hoseok bring the rattle up to be as close as possible to Jungkook's ear. He shook it and the familiar rattle noise he heard before began to be play again. The rattle was like a magic wand. With every small coming wave, Jungkook’s cries seemed to grow softer. The little lifted his head from Hoseok's shoulder and stared at the rattle being shaken. He stopped crying and began to sniff every so often. Hoseok smiled when Jungkook curiously outstretched his hand and took the rattle from Hoseok's hand. Hoseok cooed when the baby shook it and the rattle noise began again. He seemed completely relaxed now and stared at his toy with mesmerized eyes. Hoseok kissed the boy’s cheek before wiping away the stray tears on the baby’s cheeks.

“I'm glad I was able to hear the cries from outside. I think the baby monitor ran out of batteries since it wasn’t working properly. I was coming by to check if everything was alright.” Hoseok explained to the boys. He continued to rock Jungkook as he spoke.

Yoongi froze at the mention of the baby monitor. He had completed forgot about that. His cheeks went red at the thought of the possibility that his caregivers could have heard their entire conversation. He was really lucky the baby monitor wasn't working.

Yoongi continued to watch Hoseok as he softly continued to coo at Jungkook. The little seemed tired and his eyes fluttered as he rested his head on Hoseok's shoulder. He looked ready to fall asleep if it weren't for Taehyung bouncing around in front of him to try to get him to smile. He gave him silly faces and giggled cutely.

The little surely got a lot of love.

Chapter Text

The boys were all called in for lunch (sooner than anticipated, for Taehyung's liking) once Seokjin and Jimin were finished cooking.

Yoongi hadn't known how hungry he was until he saw the bottle coming his way. This one in particular was different. It was a light yellow, banana flavored, because apparently it was Jungkook's favorite flavor, so why not give it a try? He still preferred strawberry milk, but this one wasn't bad either. Yoongi used to eat bananas when he had the luxury to steal it.

As Yoongi enjoyed his lunch, the rest of the caregivers and littles enjoyed theirs. Seokjin had prepared Naengmyeon along with several side dishes and it was probably not the best idea for little Taehyung. The dining table was a mess from the noodles that failed to reach the little’s mouth. They were sure the noodles had landed on the floor more than they did in his stomach. Jimin or Hoseok should have started feeding Taehyung the second they saw him eat the dish with his fingers. The boy was coated from hair to toe, resembling a baby blue haired monster. Jungkook had giggled sleepily and had picked at his hyung’s noodled-hair from Hoseok's hip.

While Jimin got Taehyung cleaned, Namjoon and Yoongi had moved over to the living room. Hoseok and Seokjin stayed behind to clear the table and wipe down any odd messes they would discover every so often. There was surely a lot of those. Jungkook had fallen asleep almost immediately after they finished eating so the owners of the house allowed the baby to nap in Yoongi's playpen for the meanwhile.

“You don't want to nap too, baby?” Namjoon had asked. He had Yoongi on his lap as they sat on the couch. The television was on but it only served as a relaxing background noise. Yoongi shook his head despite feeling his eyes droop. He was still tired since Taehyung had cut his nap short.

Speaking of the little, Yoongi jumped awake when Taehyung came bouncing in.

“Cartoons! Cartoons!” Taehyung cheered as he quickly ran to sit on the floor. He sat with legs crossed and pointed over to the television at his Uncle Joonie. He smiled cutely and hugged his lion stuffie that had been dragged all day by the excited little. Yoongi wasn't sure how that lion has survived all these years.

Taehyung was now cleaned as best as possible with a new outfit on. He wore a blue jumper with a matching darker shade of blue shorts. Hoseok and Jimin visited their house so much, the couple had a closet full of spare clothes for when the little visited.

“Yah. Taehyung this isn't your house.” Hoseok scolded as he and Jimin entered the room. Namjoon had to roll his eyes at the comment. He didn't know why the other family hadn't moved in yet based on the time they spent over.

Taehyung pouted. He looked up and made pouty lips to his Uncle Joonie. The little made pitiful eyes to add to his cuteness. He has been a little long enough to know how to get what he wants.

As expected, Namjoon smiled at the younger and shook his head. “Just put whatever he wants to watch. I think Yoongi might go to sleep either way.” He said as he passed the remote control to Jimin. Taehyung cheered.

The caregiver frowned at the older’s kindness but accepted the controller either way. He didn't feel like dealing with a tantrum-throwing Taehyung this afternoon, so he let this one slide.

He lifted his arm to change the channel when a sudden gasp from his little made him stop.

“Appa! Wait!” Taehyung yelled.

Yoongi (who had closed his eyes already) was startled awake once again. He groaned and was about to make a fuss over it when he saw the television go bright with big words flashing on the screen. The words blinked and a suspenseful background music began to play. Yoongi didn't have a good feeling about the alarming looking screen.

“Breaking news!” A voice erupted from the television. That surely woke Yoongi up. He blinked his eyes open to wake himself up and he sat up straighter on Namjoon's lap.

A tall man appeared on the screen with thousands of flashing cameras around him as he walked down some stairs. A headliner appeared at the bottom of the news screen with huge font. Yoongi had no clue of what it said but based on all the gasps all around him, including Namjoon, it was more than shocking.

“Its the King!” Taehyung was wide eyed and exclaimed the obvious. Well, obvious to everyone except Yoongi.

The King? Yoongi's paused. Wait. As in…

Yoongi’s breath hitched. No.

“Breaking news! Our King of South Korea, Kim Joo Hyuk, has reportedly announced that he will be meeting with his son and future King of South Korea, Kim Seokjin, in three weeks from today.” The reporter announced. The televised changed from the King to a past clip of Yoongi’s Appa himself standing alongside Namjoon. The teenager could recognize those smiles anywhere. Yoongi gulped.

The caregivers were left stunned but no one could manage to say anything. The news woman spoke again.

“Our majesty has said that he has arranged this meeting in honor to meet Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon's recently adopted little, Kim Yoongi, from Daegu’s Selection Day. Their newest little, also South Korea’s future prince, has yet been revealed to the public and our majesty has asked for the honor to meet the future prince first in private.”

“Considering our majesty has been making a lot of worldwide meetings recently, citizens are speculating that our King, Kim Joo Hyuk, has more than just the intention of meeting his little. Is Kim Seokjin finally having his coronation to become South Korea’s King? Will they discuss the future that South Korea currently holds? We hope to have more information in three weeks time.” The news woman finished her scripted lines and the screen cut back to the clips of the King. They were the ones taken at his press conference that disclosed this information. The tall man held a stern face at the cameras flashing around him. He  radiated a cold vibe. Yoongi gulped.

All the people in the living room had their mouth hung open. Taehyung because he was amazed at the amount of cameras flashing, Yoongi at hearing he would be meeting the King in three weeks, Hoseok and Jimin at the entire information, and Namjoon on gaining this new knowledge over something that also included himself. Jimin muted the television, not wanting to hear background information over their life for the upteenth time, and quietly sat back on the couch. No one spoke and the room continued to stay silent. None of them could believe what they just heard.

The sound of feet tapping against the floorboard made everyone turn back. Seokjin casually strolled in from the kitchen. He had a water bottle in his hand and he drank it as he walked in. He was exhausted from cleaning up and his muscles were tense. He rolled his shoulders with a bored expression and gulped the water before he realized all of them staring at him with their mouths open. Seokjin slowly gulped down his water.

“Are you guys okay? All of you better close your mouth before you catch any flies. Not like there will be any here since I keep the house spotless, but you know the saying.” Seokjin teased.

No one could bother with Seokjin's joke and continued to stare at him in shock.

“Hyung...why didn't you tell us you were meeting up with your father!” Hoseok finally spoke.

Seokjin's snarky smile fell. His expression turned as confused as theirs.

“I'm what???” He asked in disbelief.

Taehyung spoke up and pointed to the television. “Look Uncle! It's you! An’ Uncle Joonie! An’ An’ the King!” The little continued to point.

The television was repeating the past live news again. Jimin unmuted the television for his hyung to hear. It would have been funny seeing how Seokjin’s emotions changed from confused, to surprise, to concern, and finally to confused again if any of them hadn't reacted the same way. Once it was over again, Seokjin was outraged. He couldn't believe what he had heard.

“My dad has to realize that it's the 21st century now! He could just call me, you know. Instead I'm finding out through national - wait - worldwide international television that my dad wants me to come visit back home. He’s really living in the old days.” Seokjin clicked his tongue and shook his head. The rest of them waited eagerly for the elder to speak more over it, but all the prince did was take a sip of water. They waited more, but it seemed as if the prince wasn't going to acknowledge the bigger problem of the situation.

“Yeah. Because that's the main problem of this.” Jimin rolled his eyes at his hyung.

“You're really not worried over this, Seokjin? Wouldn't have he just called you if it wasn't so important?” Namjoon finally spoke after realizing that his husband was just as clueless as him.

Seokjin shrugged. “Dad is always like this. He claims he doesn't love the attention but he always seems to be on our TV. I'm sure he just wants to meet the baby. I don't think he wants to retire from being King already.” The prince simply stated.

“Cool! Yoonie gets to meet his Harabeoji in three weeks! He’s gonna go to the palace!” Taehyung turned around to look at Yoongi in awe.

Everyone looked down at the teenager and Yoongi couldn't help but shrink back from all the eyes, especially at hearing what Taehyung said. He was going to meet his 'grandfather’ in three weeks. Let him remind you that his so called grandfather was also known as the King of South Korea.

Seokjin smiled at Taehyung, getting a bit excited himself for the meeting in three weeks. Seokjin looked up so much to his step father (although he didn't show it much) and he knew how much his father would adore Yoongi. Everyone did so he was completely sure his father would react no different. This is going to be amazing, Seokjin smiled.

The prince shifted his head towards his baby to see how he seemed over the news when he noticed Yoongi staring out into nothing in deep thought. Seokjin's smile fell. He hasn't been a caregiver for the longest time, but he could already sense Yoongi’s worry a mile away. He walked over to his baby and Namjoon allowed Seokjin to pick him up.

“Don't worry, my little kitten. My father isn't as strict as he looks. I'm sure you’ll steal his heart in a second.” Seokjin lightly encouraged. Yoongi didn't look up at him. As much as the teenager tried, the statement didn't soothe his thoughts at all. Seokjin bit his lip. He learned he didn't like seeing that expression on his baby. His baby’s happiness was more important than his.

“We don't have to go either if you don't feel ready, okay?” Seokjin softly added. Although his tone was a bit down now, Seokjin continued to smile at the younger. His baby as a whole was more important to him than his step father, so if Yoongi didn't want to go he didn't want to enforce against the younger’s comfort zone.

Yoongi looked up and into his daddy’s eyes. He couldn't believe what the older said. He stared deep into Seokjin's eyes to see any lies beneath them, but the honesty in them was practically glowing. They didn't have to go? He wasn't sure if Seokjin could do that considering the whole world was informed on this meeting, but he didn't realize how much he appreciated the gesture. Yoongi had never really experienced an act of kindness before. 

Yoongi knew he was going to regret this. The idea was crazy, but he had the whole world expecting him to go. Also, the way Seokjin’s smile seemed less wider than usual reminded him that he shouldn't disappoint his Appa or Daddy. It was the least he could do for his caregivers to make them happy. Yoongi shook his head.

“I- I can go.” Yoongi softly said.

Namjoon and Seokjin were surprised by the answer. Seokjin looked over to Namjoon. The rapper seemed confused as well, but after a few seconds of processing what Yoongi said, the expression formed into a smile. Seokjin smiled as well. It was much wider again.

“Really? You really want to meet him?” Seokjin confirmed. He felt excitement bubble in him. He didn't know whether he was happy that his little was actually meeting his father or seeing that Yoongi was putting a strong effort again to give his new life a chance.

Yoongi nodded again, more sure this time. Yes. He did want to meet the King. Yoongi agreed to this because he knew he was already going to be in his headspace by then. Min Yoongi won’t be the one meeting the King, Kim Yoongi will be the one meeting his Grandfather, the father and father in law of his caregivers. His Appa and Daddy. And by the way his Appa’s smile grew wider and how he quickly got crushed into a tight hug, he knew this was the perfect choice. The eye contact he made with his Daddy’s smiling-like eyes during the hug confirmed that.

He was ready.

~~~

“An’ An’ you're gonna go to the palace! Palace is most b-beau-ti-ful place on Earth!” Taehyung exclaimed. After doing his thousandth hand gesture to emphasize his words, Taehyung flopped onto his back. He continued to grin and stare at the ceiling with pure amazement as he continued to daydream over the palace.

Yoongi had done the mistake of asking how it was going to be when he met the King.

All three littles had been moved back into the playroom to continue playing while Jimin had volunteered to 'supervise them’ after the last Jungkook incident. The three might as well have been alone from the start because Jimin had gotten an important business call the second they entered. The caregiver wasn't even facing them as he spoke through the phone in a rather hushed tone. His face seemed worried and he pressed the phone into his ear with a strong grip. Yoongi had questioned it but Taehyung reassured him that both his Appa and Daddy always received a lot of phone calls for either their separate airlines companies, Selection Day companies, or private businesses scattered around the world. The list went on. Yoongi simply nodded. He got overwhelmed when Taehyung wouldn't stop listing the possibilities.

In order to change the subject, Yoongi had decided to ask about the King. Again, he regretted it immediately and got overwhelmed when Taehyung wouldn't stop listing things over him that happened to be longer than the list Taehyung's caregivers had.

“Do you think he’ll hate me?” Yoongi quietly asked after a minute of silence.

Taehyung stopped smiling from his daydream thoughts. He sat up straight again and stared at Yoongi with shock at the ridiculous question.

“W-What if I can't slip by then?” Yoongi looked down as he subconsciously played with his fingers. “Or what if I’m...not what he would like when I would be little either.” Yoongi shared his stress.

Taehyung blinked. Yoongi always grew nervous when Taehyung would stay silent for too long. He stared down at his fingers. He was always afraid to see what the little’s face displayed. He knew Taehyung wouldn't hate him, but there was always that ounce of insecurity bugging Yoongi.

It wasn't until Taehyung laughed that Yoongi looked up. The teenager tilted his head, wondering what was so funny.

“Baby is so cute already and you're not even in your h-head-’pace yet! Uncles wanna eat you up and y-you’re not even a baby yet! Seoul loves baby so so much and th-they never even seen you! King won’t be any different!” Taehyung exclaimed. He continued to giggle at the younger’s thoughts.

“The w-whole world loves Yoonie. You don’ even know that, do you? You are the next Prince of South Korea!” Taehyung grabbed Yoongi shoulders and stared at him deep into his eyes. He tried to dig the information into the younger’s head with his special powers.

Yoongi blinked. He cowered away from the hold and sat back on his knees. He didn't say anything. He was completely taken aback by what Taehyung said. Do people really love him? How is it possible for people to love him...when they don't even know him?

A knock on the door interrupted him. The boys looked up and noticed Seokjin carefully open the door.

“Are you three having fun?” The caregiver smiled as he walked in.

“Kookie really is.” Taehyung giggled.

Yoongi watched as Taehyung managed to duck just a second before Jungkook chucked another toy block at his head. During their time in the playroom, the baby had been having fun grabbing his blocks and throwing it at the two. He had currently been taking a break from throwing since he was crawling all over the place to gather them back, but it was a nightmare before. Although they were the soft cushioned ones, Yoongi did not really appreciate ducking every so often (and failing most of the time) from the oncoming attacks.

Yoongi watched as Jungkook grabbed another block in his fingers and threw it straight at Seokjin. The caregiver jumped in surprise and gave a hilarious reaction as he ducked from the toy aimed at his face. Yoongi giggled along with the rest. Okay, maybe it was funny when others got hit.

Seokjin tsked and shook his head. “You're very evil and sneaky, huh? Just like your daddies.” He crouched down and tickled the side of Jungkook's stomach. The baby squealed and giggled as he tried to get away.

“We are too!” Taehyung grabbed a block and handed one to Yoongi. He winked at him before he playfully threw it at his Uncle Jin. Seokjin jumped when he felt it hit his back.

“Hey! Are you starting war?” Seokjin gasped with a fake offense tone.

“Yeah we are!” Taehyung said before grabbing another block and throwing it at Seokjin. Yoongi giggled again when it hit his Appa’s shoulder.

“Hmmm. Two could play it that game.” Seokjin announced.

Yoongi didn't understand what that meant until a second later. He didn't even blink and suddenly his Appa was behind him and picked him up from behind and under his arms. He jumped and he held on tightly when he was now on Seokjin's hip.

Taehyung gasped. “Nooo. Enemy took Yoonie, Kookie!” The little gasped to his little brother. Jungkook stared up at him, seeming equally startled at the sudden attack.

“Baby is now on my side!” Seokjin teased with a evil tone. He looked down at Yoongi. “Are you going to help me attack them?” Seokjin asked the boy he carried. Yoongi scrunched his nose and shook his head, his hair bouncing with every shake. He was loyal to his friends and he wouldn't break the friend code.

“Ha!” Taehyung grinned proudly.

“Hmm. Even if I offer you candy for later?” Seokjin scrunched his nose too.

Yoongi’s face relaxed and his eyes widened.

“Hey! That's ch-cheatin’ !” Taehyung gasped.

Seokjin laughed when his baby responded for him. Yoongi aimed the block he already had and hit it right at Taehyung's head. Yoongi giggled and leaned forward so he could reach for the block in the hand Seokjin wasn't using to hold him.

“Okay, that's enough. You're going to leave Taehyung’s head bruised if we continue to hit him.” Seokjin laughed.

Taehyung huffed. “No! Kookie an’ I never give up!”

Seokjin shook his head and turned back to Yoongi when he noticed something on his cheek. “Hey, where did this scratch come from?” The caregiver asked as he examined his baby even closer. Yoongi tried to cower away but Seokjin grabbed his face to inspect closer. Yoongi whined but Seokjin ignored him as he frowned, not recalling seeing the tiny scratch before. Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Okay! Play time over! Uncle won! Let's go!” Taehyung nervously announced.

Seokjin narrowed his eyes at the little sprinting out the door. He knew Kim Taehyung well enough to know that the boy must have part of this in someway. He sighed and shook his head with a tiny smile.

“Alright Jungkookie, let's go then- “ Seokjin paused when he looked down and the baby was already gone. He had crawled after his brother without Seokjin noticing.

“Wow. We were left behind. We should catch up to them, huh?” Seokjin looked into the boys eyes.

Yoongi responded back with a yawn. He slowly blinked and rubbed one of his eyes.

Seokjin worried. “Maybe I should put you down for a nap instead, Kitten. Your first nap was cut short- and you skipped your second one already, didn't you?” The caregiver realized out loud as he spoke. He took out his phone and indeed the time agreed with him.

That sure woke Yoongi up. “No.” The boy said. He blinked himself awake and glared at the other.

“Come on, baby. You're tired and skipping your nap is just going to make you cranky.” Seokjin explained.

“No!” Yoongi repeated in a much more whinier tone. Seokjin clicked his tongue. He never knew why he followed what the younger said. He was sure later on Yoongi's mood will just crash rock bottom. Oh, but he was giving him that look again with his eyes…

Seokjin shook his head. “Aish. Why do I always fall for that?” He muttered under his breath. Yoongi’s ear was close enough to hear him. The teenager smiled and, to add good measure to his Appa, he wrapped his arms around his neck a little tighter in almost a hugging (but more choking) manner.

Seokjin began to lead them out when he suddenly heard Jimin’s voice. The prince was startled and looked back at the playroom. Immediately he spotted his best friend all the way at the corner of the play room, seeming as if he was ready to break his phone by the tight grip he had around it. Seokjin didn't even realize Jimin was there. He shook his head at remembering that he was supposed to be taking care of the littles. Seokjin decided not to say anything because Jimin looked angry at whoever he was speaking to. From years of experience, a not happy Jimin was a terrifying Jimin. Seokjin slipped out of the room with Yoongi in his arms, hoping the other would like some more private time.

“Uncle Jin! Yoonie! Look! Look!” The voice of Taehyung called for them the second they made their presence in the living room.

Yoongi lifted his head from Seokjin's shoulder (no he was not almost falling asleep) and tiredly searched for the voice calling for him. Unfortunately, his eyes caught a huge distraction instead and he couldn't help but stare at awe at everything around him.

“Look, baby! Y-Your pwesents came!” Taehyung jumped around.

Although he heard Taehyung perfectly well, Yoongi still couldn't grasp the scene in front of him. There were a lot of gift boxes spread throughout the living room (huge ones, medium ones, small ones) and there were also gift bags with the cutest decorations on each one of them. The living room was filled with the same white and pastel blue color hue. All the royal-like bags and satin golden ribbon boxes had the same words on the gift tag hanging from each one: To Prince Yoongi.

“Jungkookie be careful with that. That ribbon is worth twice the amount of all of our outfits combined.” Hoseok walked in through the other side of their living room doorway. He carried even more boxes that were half Yoongi's height with Namjoon following behind him, carrying the same amount.

Jungkook looked up at hearing his daddy’s voice somewhere in the room. His eyes longed for him but he could barely see anything from the ground with huge boxes blocking his view. He began to whimper when he still couldn't find him, and it was gradually becoming worse until he was suddenly lifted from behind.

“I almost lost my baby in all these presents, huh?” Hoseok bounced the little on his hip and playfully kissed his cheek. Jungkook giggled and leaned back from the ticklish kisses.

“Yoonie really has a lot!” Taehyung exclaimed as he walked around the room with wondrous eyes. The boy's eyes were lighting up as if they were all his own.

“Mine?” Yoongi finally asked. He nervously bit his lip and looked at Seokjin with questionable eyes. He didn't seem like he believed them despite being told several times that the presents were for him.

“Every single present in this room is just for you, Yoongi.” Seokjin quietly pulled Yoongi’s strands of hair away from his eyes. The prince seemed a bit sad at how real Yoongi's questionable eyes were. They were longing ones that seemed excited but also were taking a step back in case the presents really weren't for him. Seokjin was really considering in buying that zoo Namjoon deeply opposed of.

Speaking of Namjoon, “Well that should be the last one. Well, from this load at least.” The idol chuckled. He placed down the last white small bag next to the television set on the floor and stretched.

“There's more?!” Taehyung sat up straight on the floor. Yoongi wasn't sure why Taehyung was so excited, but he’ll gladly let him have the moment since he was too busy gawking at everything.

Namjoon nodded. “Definitely more. Our workers only sent in the first batch to our house for now.” The man informed. Taehyung couldn't close his mouth from being too in awe.

“Woah. I leave for a bit and I come back to Christmas.” Jimin’s voice was heard. The people looked over their shoulder and saw Jimin standing stunned by the doorway.

“These are Yoonie's presents!” Taehyung announced for the hundredth time.

“Oh. Are these the public's gifts?” Jimin asked as he sat down on the couch. He picked up a small bag that was the size of his hand.

“Nope. They're the presents sent in from the rulers and the most important and richest people of the world. That one is from a designer in Italy. So careful, baby. You can probably buy a few islands with whatever is in there.” Hoseok teased.

Jimin froze from inspecting the beautifully designed white gift bag at hearing his husband's words. Seokjin laughed when Jimin simply put it back from where he got it from.

“Come on, Yoonie! Open your presents! Jungkookie an’ I wanna help you.” Taehyung bounced from where he sat on his knees.

Yoongi didn't say anything as he was still lost in making the calculation of the worth in this room. The number was definitely as long or longer than the nation’s population.

“Come on, baby. Let's open some presents!” Seokjin encouraged with a light bounce. Yoongi blinked from his daydream and saw Seokjin smiling at him. The teenager slowly nodded and with that Seokjin sat on the couch next to his husband. Knowing Seokjin loved presents too, Namjoon moved Yoongi to sit on his own lap while Seokjin chose which ones for them to open.

“Yah. Tae, Kookie. Please be careful with them.” Jimin scolded when he saw his boys getting too excited and were not handling the presents with much precaution as he wanted.

“Relax, Jimin. It's fine, I promise. Throw around the gift tissue paper and rip the packaging as much as you want, boys!” Seokjin encouraged the littles. He grabbed a beautiful gift wrapped present for himself and ript the paper right in half and tore the rest off. Hoseok seemed like he was about to faint at the sight and Jimin as well with all the anxiety. Yoongi didn't seem far off. Meanwhile Taehyung, Jungkook, and even Namjoon laughed at the silly man.

“Yay! Uncle Jinnie fun! Daddies boring.” Taehyung stuck his tongue out at his caregivers before he grabbed a wrapped present as well and tore the packaging off. Jungkook joined in as well and giggled when his ript one as well.

“Aish. I swear all of you are going to kill me one day.” Hoseok shook his head and sat on a free chair. Jimin walked over to his husband and couldn't help but agree with him.

Yoongi still looked a bit on edge with everything, but thankfully Namjoon was getting really good at noticing. He bounced the baby on his lap and grabbed his attention from the sudden movement.

“Come on, baby. It's your turn. These are your presents after all.” Namjoon smiled. He encouraged the baby by grabbing a gift from the floor and brought it in front of Yoongi’s lap.

Yoongi bit his lip and stared at the expensive gift. The design of the packaging seemed to be the flag of whatever country it was from. It was all red with one big star and three smaller ones surrounding it. The stars were gold and Yoongi was sure it was made with real gold after he softly ran his fingers over them. Yoongi frowned and stared up at Namjoon again with an unsure look. Namjoon didn't have time to reassure him once again because an excited shriek redirected both of their attentions away.

“Look! Look Yoonie! I-It’s a horse!” Taehyung jumped up and down as he pointed to the gift.

Yoongi’s eyes widened. If he thought his caregiver's gifts were ridiculous he was sure going to have a lengthy word with whatever country leader gifted him this.

Taehyung had decided to help open one of the big (almost half their size) boxes and the gift inside it was absolutely breath taking. Yoongi couldn't take his eyes off it. It was a horse, like Taehyung had loudly shared, but it wasn't just another stuffie in his playroom type of toy. No, it was a delicate dark brown stuffed rocking horse with a comfortable seat made especially for Yoongi's size to sit on. The handle to grab on was painted a smooth white, matching the white wooden part of the rocking horse that made the toy do its specialty. As if the horse hadn't been perfect enough, the teenager’s eyes lowered and he saw the words that littered every gift bag’s tag, Prince Yoongi, neatly engraved on the saddle of the horse. He loved how the horse also stood tall and proud, it's mane a beautiful white as well. Everything about the gift was just so beautiful to Yoongi.

Yoongi was too distracted to notice the silly smile Seokjin and Namjoon shared over his head. They had a playful silent conversation with each other before ultimately Jin put his unopened gift on his lap aside and stood up. Yoongi wasn't prepared to be lifted up from Namjoon's lap yet. He let out a small whine when Seokjin’s motion made him lose concentration with the horse until he realized where the caregiver was exactly taking him. Yoongi stayed as still as a rock when he felt Seokjin lower him but not on Namjoon's lap again. Yoongi didn't dare breathe when he felt himself be seated on the seat of the very expensive rocking horse. He was frozen as if one small movement will make it all go away.

Seokjin noticed how tense Yoongi had become, but instead of asking this time, he knew that he had to silently give the push this time. He crouched down and gained balance to be at the sitting boy’s eye level. The prince (as careful as possible) grabbed Yoongi's hand but even then the younger gave a small flinch. Seokjin didn't say anything and simply smiled at him before he pulled the boy’s hand forward. Yoongi hadn't known what his caregiver was planning until it was too late. Yoongi’s breath hitched when Seokjin had pulled him forward enough for the tip of his fingers to touch the soft delicate material of the horse. Yoongi was ready to retract his hand as far away as possible from it, but Seokjin kept his hand over his secured on the toy. After three seconds of freaking out, Yoongi took the time to pause and actually take the feeling in since he had no other choice. He hadn't realized before how incredibly soft the horse was. It had looked soft already but now it was as if he was touching a literal cloud. Namjoon had by now stood up from his seat and had quietly made his way over to crouch down the opposite side of Seokjin. Yoongi’s eyes were still widened from the touch and he unsurely looked at Seokjin and Namjoon as if he was doing something wrong. Namjoon smiled and he did the complete opposite of what Yoongi thought he deserved. Namjoon gave the softest push to the rocking horse forward and Yoongi's heart almost skipped a beat. The motion of the toy seemed so reassuring. It made him relax and the nerves and thoughts previously haunting him were floating away. He felt as if his head was just reminding him again that this was okay. It was reminding him that he shouldn't be scared because like the engravement on the horse, this belonged to him, Prince Yoongi.

“Baby likes it.” Taehyung quietly whispered to not break the soft atmosphere.

Taehyung had stepped back and joined to sit on each of his caregivers’ leg on the couch to sit in the middle of the two. Jungkook was quietly tucked at Jimin's side as his caregiver stroked his hair. The family had quietly admired the small intimate scene from afar and Hoseok swore he saw a tear on Jimin. Hoseok knew the royal family would be okay.

As much as Namjoon and Seokjin needed Yoongi, Yoongi needed Namjoon and Seokjin equally the same.

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“You slipped didn’t ya!” Taehyung giggled.

“No, I didn’t.” Yoongi grumbled.

“Yeah you did! TaeTae saw!”

“I didn’t!”

“You did!”

Yoongi groaned. “Fine. I did. Happy?”

Taehyung giggled and nodded up and down. “And you liked it. You’ll 100 p-percen be in full little space by end of the day.”

Yoongi was shocked. “Really?”

“Mhmm! You love your Daddy an’ Appa a lot! I’m surprised you didn’t f-fully slip aweady.”

Yoongi’s cheeks reddened at the memory that had occurred not only twenty minutes ago. He did not love his Daddy and- Namjoon and Seokjin yet. Okay, fine maybe he did enjoy his caregivers’ presence, but he was sure not going to tell Taehyung that. Although he was sure to slip soon, he knew he would probably be too shy to call his caregivers by their titles. He has no idea how Taehyung does it so easily. He won’t admit it but he felt a tinge of jealousy of all the things Taehyung could do so easily.

Speaking of slipping, Yoongi was getting frustrated again on how he slipped out of the headspace so quick again. Was there still a thread in him that was opposing this? Yoongi groaned. Well, he hoped someone ripped the thread soon because all of this was exhausting. He really hoped Taehyung was right that he would be able to completely let go and be little by the end of the day.

Yoongi was currently laying down on the couch where his caregivers had left him while the rest worked. They had opened many of the presents gifted to him and Yoongi couldn’t lie and say it was fun. After witnessing such a beautiful gift being a result from one of the presents, Yoongi had to fulfill the curiosity bugging him to see what else could appear behind the gifts. His excitement was never let down once.

Eventually, all the presents were opened and the living room seemed like a big mess of clutter. Like before, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jin helped by picking up the empty gift bags and wrapping paper while Hoseok and Namjoon helped move all the big presents to store them away in their home. Yoongi and Jungkook were left to lounge on the couch and floor, Seokjin secretly hoping his baby would nap, but both boys did not seem ready to fall asleep. Jungkook was heavily immersed by the cartoon on the television while Yoongi quietly thought to himself on the couch. His eyes would drop every so often, but he always caught himself from continuing forward. Right when Yoongi seemed read to give up and succumb to his much needed nap, the sound of a coo right at his ear startled him back awake.

The boy blinked himself awake before he shifted his head up and made eye contact with Jungkook. Jungkook was kneeled on the ground, facing and staring at him with doe eyes as he sucked on his pacifier. Yoongi frowned. He did not understand why the little was just staring at him. He looked around and he realized the others hadn’t returned into the room yet so it wasn’t that. When Yoongi turned his head back to Jungkook, the little made a small sound again before he turned to his side and pointed with a small bounce.

Yoongi turned his head with a frown until he finally noticed what Jungkook was telling him. His face dropped into a shocked one when he saw a small gift bag, almost hidden, peeking itself beside the television set. The gift was so small, it was no surprise that it got accidentally left out from the rest. The bag matched the others with a full white, but this one had a cartoon lion on the middle with gold trims and a satin golden ribbon as well. Yoongi stared at it completely intrigued. His fingers tingled. He really wanted to open it.

Yoongi didn’t know if he was just ignoring him or if he really didn’t hear Jungkook, but his brain paid no mind to Jungkook’s startled noise when Yoongi sat up straight on the couch and swung his legs over so his feet could touch the soft carpet. He didn’t know why his eagerness was so high, but everything else didn’t seem to matter as the boy only had eyes on one mission: to open the gift. Again, he blames Taehyung for all the new actions in making everything seem fun. Because he realized that some fun things can also be really dangerous.

Namjoon had walked in the second Jungkook had made his first warning noise to Yoongi. The caregiver had just finished tilting his neck from the hard work he had completed when he noticed the alarming eyes Jungkook had. His gaze on the kneeled little on the floor raised until they landed on his own little. His heart skipped a beat when he found the younger boy not asleep as he had hoped he was, but in the complete opposite position with his feet leaning forward, slowly putting all the pressure on them.

“Yoongi!” Namjoon had never moved forward so quick.

Yoongi had never felt everything go by so quick. Honestly, Yoongi didn’t know where in his right mind that this would this be a good idea. Logically thinking, there was no way Yoongi attempting to walk on his own would end well. His legs were still weak without having much practice on them. He was just recently re-learning how to even stand properly and even then he still needed a helping hand from his caregivers. It wasn’t until he let go of the side of the couch did Yoongi realize that this was a terrible mistake. His legs began to hurt almost instantly since he wasn’t used to having his entire weight on them on his own. His legs began shaking so much that he knew the result of this wasn’t going to end anywhere near as he had planned. The boy closed his eyes. He was anticipating the bigger pain that was yet to come when he felt his legs give out. He was already accepting the pain he would be met once he crashed onto the hard floored ground. Except, the awaiting pain never came. Yoongi gasped when arms quickly pulled him back and picked him up from behind. His eyes were still widened with fear, even after he was magically saved from a nasty fall, as Namjoon hugged him protectively.

Namjoon sighed in relief. “You’re okay.” Yoongi didn’t know if he was reassuring himself or Yoongi but he gladly accepted it either way. Seokjin would probably get mad at both of them if he would’ve fallen. Yoongi’s heart still beat rapidly against his chest.

With bad timing, the rest of the four missing people came bounding into the living room. Seokjin stopped laughing at Jimin the second he spotted the position his two boys were in and even the fear Jungkook seemed to have.

“What happened? Who’s hurt?” His caregiver’s instincts pressed on.

Namjoon’s face scrunched when he was caught red handed but he decided to face it because his husband had the right to know.

“Yoongi almost fell from trying to walk on his own but Jungkook thankfully let me know on time before he could get hurt.” Namjoon explained.

Yoongi internally groaned at being snitched on, but he couldn’t dwell on it more because Jin had gasped and approached his side almost instantly. Yoongi jumped when Seokjin took his from Namjoon’s arms and immediately began to check over him like a mother hen for any injuries.

“What?! Are you okay? Yoongi, you know you aren’t ready to walk yet.” Seokjin continued to fuss over.

“Hyung, I’m sure he’s fine. He seems to be more in pain with you checking over him.” Jimin laughed. It was true. Yoongi whined and had his face formed into an annoyed expression as Seokjin continued to check him over for any signs of injury.

“What did he need though? Must have been pretty important?” Hoseok wondered out loud.

Yoongi stopped whining and he felt his face go hot at the thought. Now thinking back of it, it wasn’t as important to risk himself. Especially if he had known how worried he would make his caregivers.

Thankfully (or not actually), Jungkook spoke for him and again the baby pointed to the same spot as he had done before. Taehyung noticed first before his caregivers. The little gasped.

“Daddy! Appa! Look! We forgot a p-present! A-And and it’s ours!” Taehyung jumped before running over to the gift.

The statement sure surprised the royal family as well as the other family, but for a different reason.

“Woah. Our present made it to the first batch of your royal gifts! We mailed this out months ago. Probably the first week Yoongi came.” Jimin said in amazement when sure enough Taehyung picked up the discarded bag they had personally ordered and delivered to the location all royal gifts would be sent. Honestly, Yoongi wasn’t sure why he hadn’t made the connection the second he had noticed the lion, most likely a Taehyung pick.

Yoongi was still confused when Taehyung walked over to him and with two hands he raised the gift up to him with both hands.

“Here! From the Jung-Park-Kim-Jeon family! To Prince Yoongi.” Taehyung smiled as he continued to hold the present out to the baby.

“Wait. So you guys really sent your present through the special royal palace gift address when you could’ve just handed it to us from the beginning.” Namjoon said.

“You guys do realize that address is meant to be for the leaders, rich, and most important people in the world, right?” Seokjin joked.

“Yah! Hyungs! I think you two forgot but we both used to be part of the richest family in South Korea before you became prince. We’re important too!” Jimin complained.

“And also, we felt really cool using that address. It made us feel special that we got the invitation for ‘only the highly elite of the world.’ Jimin only wanted to do it for the gift in return from the palace.” Hoseok laughed and explained the real reason why they used it. Jimin lightly slapped him for it.

“Open it, Yoonie! You’re really gonna like it.” Taehyung giggled as he sat down on the ground with his legs crossed. He watched the boy with a lot of anticipation as if he was sitting at a movie premiere.

Yoongi carefully opened the small gift bag and he nervously peeked inside. There was a lot of white and blue gift tissue so he naturally grabbed it and through that aside on the floor. Yoongi noticed a thick white rectangular box. He picked it up and Namjoon thankfully helped him by putting the empty gift bag down. Yoongi curiously opened it and he could just feel Taehyung grin when he gasped.

“Woah. That’s- really beautiful, you guys. Thank you.” Seokjin was at a loss of words.

Yoongi was nervous to do so, but after admiring it for so long he picked up the object from the case. It was a rattle, exactly like the one Jungkook had. Except, Yoongi’s rattle seemed to be made especially for him. The handle of it was wooden and it had a wooden sphere in the middle just like Jungkook’s, but it did not have a bunny like Jungkook. Instead of a carved bunny, Yoongi’s had a duck. The duck looking exactly like the ones he took a bath with as well as his duck stuffie and his duck blankie and even his duck mobile. The duck had a gold beak (most likely from real gold) and when he ran his finger over it the wood felt smoother than anything he has ever touched. Yoongi’s fingers slowly lowered over the smoothness until he realized the shape of a crown carved at the top of the handle while little musical notes followed down the handle. The delicate craft work ended with his initials engraved at the bottom of the handle. The crown described his Appa, the musical notes for his Daddy, and his initials (his true initials, M.Y. he noticed) for himself. Yoongi felt his heart melt at such a perfect gift. Yoongi found himself shaking the delicate toy and a smile bloomed on his face.

“Yay! He likes it!” Taehyung clapped and looked at his caregivers. Jimin and Hoseok smiled. They felt themselves release a breath that they didn’t even realize they were holding.

“How expensive was that? You guys really didn’t have to- “

“Hyung, we’re both in the top ten most richest men on Earth. Sure we like to joke around about wasting money, but this really wasn’t any dent on us. It’s the least we could do as his favorite uncles.” Hoseok smiled.

“We weren’t just going to get him a toy down the street either. This baby is also the future leader of South Korea. You bet we’re getting on his good side.” Jimin joked light-heartedly. Yoongi stopped shaking his rattle when he felt Jimin’s fingers pinch his cheek. He pouted at the older but he didn’t do anything more since he was still very much thankful for the toy.

“Well, it’s getting kind of late. Maybe we should start heading back home since-”

“No~! Daddy, Kookie an I still wanna play with Yoonie~!!” Taehyung complained.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been playing all afternoon.” Jimin said.

Taehyung pouted. “F-fifteen more minutes! P-Peaseee.” The boy lisped with begging eyes.

Hoseok and Jimin stared at each other. They felt like they were intruding too much on the other family for staying so long. Seokjin could also read the looks and never knew why they felt that way. He and Namjoon absolutely didn’t mind at all.

“It’s okay if you guys want to stay longer. Taehyung and Kookie could play with Yoongi for fifteen more minutes before I definitely put this one down for a nap.” Seokjin looked down at the boy in his arms.

Yoongi quickly lifted his head up at hearing what his caregiver said. He whined but Seokjin gave a look saying that there will be no excuses.

“Yay! Play!” Taehyung smiled.

“By the way Tae, there’s more toys in Yoongi’s nursery if you want to bring anything down here that you like.” Namjoon advised.

Taehyung gasped. “Yes! More toys!” He scattered off the floor and practically ran up the stairs.

“Yah! Kim Taehyung! Be careful!” Hoseok yelled up to his clumsy little.

Seokjin sat down on the couch with Yoongi still on his lap. He smiled as he watched Yoongi grab a turtle stuffie off the couch where it had been sitting and hugged it tightly with one hand while he gripped his rattle with the other. Yoongi looked up when Jungkook crawled over to him and kneeled in front of him. The baby was smiling and pointed to the turtle in Yoongi’s hands. The little tilted his head and pointed to his own bunny before he pointed back at Yoongi.

“How do none of our boys ever get tired of playing?” Jimin smiled with a light shake of his head. Jungkook hadn’t said a word but he perfectly understood the baby was inviting Yoongi to play.

Yoongi didn’t say anything in return, but his daddy sat him down on the ground, pushing him a bit to play with the other. Yoongi didn’t move from his spot on the ground and simply hugged his turtle. Jungkook on the other hand beamed and began to crawl around to gather all the small stuffed animals around them.

“Oops!”

The caregivers’ eyes shifted from smiling at the two on the ground up towards the stairs when they heard a small thump hit the ground. Taehyung carried a box in his arms filled with toys that looked too heavy and overfilled for him to handle on his own. A toy train fell from the pile as he tried to go down the stairs. He frowned when another toy fire truck fell from the other side of the box, a trail of stray toys beginning to form.

“Here, I got it.” Namjoon had rushed forward first since he was the closest to the stairs. He grabbed the toy fire truck from the floor and placed it back in the box. Taehyung smiled, feeling grateful at his Uncle for help, and continued down the stairs with Namjoon behind. Thankfully with no more toys falling.

“Baby, I’m sure your uncle offered some toys. Not all of them.” Hoseok shook his head at seeing the big box.

“Trust me, daddy. There lotssss more.” Taehyung cheekily answered.

Hoseok would have said something over the snarky response, but the ringtone of his phone ringing interrupted him before he could open his mouth. He took out his phone and sighed when he saw the caller ID. Hoseok excused himself and took the business call out of the living room. Jimin stared at his husband walking out and nervously bit his lip.

“Hey, I need to ask Hoseok something... outside. Can you watch them for a minute please?” Jimin looked back at Seokjin and Namjoon. Seokjin looked from the littles on the floor and saw Jimin’s nervous eyes.

“Yeah, of course.” Seokjin responded. He watched as Jimin quickly stepped out of the room after following the way Hoseok had gone. He hoped the two didn’t have any stressful problems going on with any of their companies.

Seokjin would have dwelled on the thought more if the sound of an adorable giggle from his one and only Yoongi had blessed his ears. He turned back down and saw that Yoongi still hadn’t moved from his sitting and hugging position, but he was having a fun time watching Jungkook. The young little had just knocked down a really tall tower that he had stacked and the blocks went everywhere. Seokjin had no idea how littles always found it fun, but if it made Jungkook and Yoongi let out the cute sounds then he wouldn’t complain.

“I’m going to start making him a bottle so he can nap easier.” Seokjin almost jumped when Namjoon whispered in his ear. He turned his gaze from the littles and saw Namjoon standing by him. Seokjin noticed the way Namjoon softly smiled as he glanced back at the littles.

“He looks like he’s slipping again. Hopefully he can stay in his headspace a bit longer.” Namjoon whispered again as he admired Yoongi.

Taehyung had begun a tickle war with Jungkook (the reason being because Jungkook was too cute to be legal) and when Yoongi had begun laughing at the baby’s giggling misery, Taehyung had begun attacking him. Yoongi tried to pry the older little’s fingers off him, but it was hard to do so when he was laughing so hard. It wasn’t like Yoongi was putting much of a fight against stopping Taehyung from giving him attention either.

Seokjin chuckled. “Taehyung, I think you need to let them breathe for at least a second.” The caregiver gently tugged Taehyung back when he saw Yoongi and Jungkook’s face turn red from laughter.

“And I think you two should get a little revenge on the tickle monster.” Namjoon winked at Yoongi and Jungkook before he stepped out. He almost laughed when he heard the soft gasps at the idea from both sides. Taehyung’s laughter filled the room a second later. A glance back showed Seokjin keeping Taehyung still while Yoongi and Jungkook attacked the older little. Namjoon shook his head with a smile (feeling only a tad guilty) before leaving to the kitchen.

Exhausted from all the playing, the boys soon stopped the tickle war and laid on the floor on their back. Their chests heaved up and down from all the energy that was taken out of them. Jungkook had turned on his side and poked Yoongi’s stomach, lifting up his bunny as a way to invite him to play again. Yoongi nodded but he didn’t make any sort of movement to sit up. He still needed a minute to catch his breath.

“Do you want me to get your ducky from upstairs to play, baby? He’s probably feeling lonely up there without your cuddles.” Seokjin asked the teenager.

Yoongi tilted his head up and stared at his Appa with wide eyes. Oh, he hadn’t thought about that. His ducky must be feeling lonely up there! He had been too caught up with playing with Taehyung and Jungkook that he left his friend alone. Yoongi nodded urgently at his Appa from his position.

Seokjin smiled at the adorable boy. He stood up and started to make his way over the stairs. He couldn’t help himself though and before he began waking his way, he had bent down enough to give Yoongi a quick playful peck on his cheek for being too cute. Yoongi’s eyes turned huge at the surprise action and his mouth opened to a round O. He watched his Appa walk away.

“Oh no! I forgot Lion in the playroom! Have to go get him too! Kookie! Yoonie! Wait for me.” Taehyung quickly spoke. He sat up and got on his feet carefully before he dashed to the playroom.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was still frozen in the same position Seokjin had left him. His eyes showed how fazed he still was by the light kiss his caregiver had given him. He wasn’t exactly sure what made him freak out more. The fact that he wasn’t disgusted or the fact that he had wished Seokjin had coddled him more. The affection given to him for once made him feel...good. Loved.

Yoongi smiled idly from the floor. It was a silly smile that made him feel giddy and small. Seokjin had just warned Taehyung to be careful while running before giving a teasing warning to Jungkook and Yoongi to not get into any trouble the thirty seconds they would be alone. He nodded at his Appa from where he continued to lay on his back. Yoongi leaned his head back in order to stare at his Appa’s feet. Wow. His Appa’s feet really looked funny upside down. He hoped he came back soon so Seokjin could cuddle him. And his ducky would even be in his arms too once his Appa returned! Yoongi let out a kitten yawn at the thought.

The sound of his Appa’s feet tapped with every step. They got even louder as he went up the stairs to go to his room. Every other step would creak, especially as his Appa went higher up the stair- Yoongi’s smile dropped. The stairs. Taehyung. Taehyung never picked up the toy he dropped. The train fell at the top of the stairs.

Yoongi bolted up into a sitting position so sudden, he startled Jungkook into a small jump. The baby sucked on his paci and cocked his head. He wondered why Yoongi stopped smiling and seemed so...scared now. Jungkook followed Yoongi’s gaze and seemed even more confused when it followed Seokjin. What was so bad about- Jungkook gasped when he caught along as well. His paci fell out of his mouth.

Jungkook looked back at Yoongi and if he wasn’t taken aback before then he definitely was now. Now it was no longer about Seokjin but for a completely different reason.

Yoongi was attempting to stand up again.

Yoongi had grabbed onto the edge of the couch for support and tried to push himself up. Jungkook could sense the pain and energy it was taking for the boy to try to get up on his feet and the little couldn’t help but feel the pain as well. Yoongi’s legs were shaking since he didn’t have any helping hand, but that didn’t seem to stop him. Nothing was stopping him and it seemed like nothing at all was hurting him either because Yoongi’s expression was filled only with fear and worry for his caregiver.

“Jin.” Yoongi’s voice was hoarse and close to a whisper. Of course no one heard him, but his throat felt tight that he felt like he couldn’t yell any louder. How was he supposed to warn his caregiver? Seokjin was using his phone and paying no mind to his surroundings. He would be sure to not notice the toy.

Yoongi looked around but no one else was back yet and Jungkook couldn’t help him. His Appa was going to get hurt and his daddy would get so worried too. Yoongi couldn’t let that happen.

Jungkook let out a small startled sound. His eyes widened more than they already were. He leaned over as an attempt to pull Yoongi back down but the boy was already standing upright. The baby panicked and looked around for his hyung or for his own caregivers. He couldn’t hear any sign of anyone returning. Jungkook’s heart thumped.

“Y-Y-oo- ”

Jungkook didn’t even realize he was trying to speak. Was that his voice? Was that how he sounded like? Jungkook stopped himself. Now Jungkook was afraid for himself. Jungkook hasn’t spoken in years. Was he going to hurt him? No, he wasn’t here anymore.

Jungkook’s thoughts tumbled over one another. Big. Little. Big. Little. Jungkook whimpered and scrunched his eyes. No, he wasn’t going to be Big. He couldn’t.

Yoongi felt his heart beating against his chest. He could see the toy train. It was just laying there. It looked as if it was just waiting for Seokjin to slip on it. Yoongi fearfully watched as Seokjin was just two steps away. No. He couldn’t let anything happen to his caregiver. He wouldn’t let anything happen to his caregiver. Yoongi took a deep breathe in and with all he could muster from deep down in his throat he yelled,

“App- “

The universe seemed to have had different plans. The universe seemed to have decided that it would be the perfect time to allow his legs to completely give out.

Taehyung had just returned from playroom with a box smile when the next scene unfolded in front of him. He stopped at the doorway and gasped as he took everything in. With Jungkook’s scared eyes at Yoongi, and Yoongi’s scared eyes at Seokjin on the stairs, it wasn’t so hard to put the pieces together.

“Yoonie!” Taehyung helplessly yelled, but he knew he was too late.

Yoongi felt the world spin around him too fast. It was as if all the pain he had been ignoring had just crashed all at the same time to make it absolutely unbearable. Yoongi couldn’t keep himself up anymore when the pain had shot him. When he realized the mistake he had done, it had been too late. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself as he lost balance and he collapsed down. The boy was expecting himself to just brutally land on the floor, but he guessed the world wanted revenge from the last time he got saved. Yoongi’s head knocked against the side of the glass coffee table on the way down. The unexpected hit had made him unprepared when landing on the floor that he had done the mistake of putting his arm under his body, injuring his wrist. To make matters worse, Yoongi’s chin knocked against the ground which also caused him to bite down hard on his lip.

“Yoongi!”

The boy had heard the extremely loud shout from his Appa at the top of the stairs, but the words just flew over him. Yoongi couldn’t move. He felt completely paralyzed. Everything had occured in less than three seconds that it was taking time for Yoongi’s brain to realize what had just happened. But then, he felt it. It had decided to come in slowly, the pain. His head was the first thing he felt. It was his right temple that had unfortunately knocked against the table. Yoongi could just feel the bruise beginning to form. Then, it was his wrist that began throbbing. His chin and lip followed and soon enough every single injury he had received had caught on the part because they decided to all hurt at the same time. Yoongi felt his chest quickly rise and fall, his breathing coming by too fast. He didn’t know what to do. It hurt. Everything just really hurt. Yoongi bit down on his already hurt him lip when it began to wobble.

Yoongi sensed someone at his side. He looked up and felt both shocked and relieved at realizing that it was Taehyung that had reached him instantly. The teenager stared up at the little with lost and fearful eyes. He awaited Taehyung to help him in his situation. For anything. To just make this stop. Yoongi would never forget the way Taehyung didn’t move at all and smiled sadly at him. All he did was mouth one word.

“Cry.”

The way Taehyung’s eyes looked at him, so reassuring, and so comforting that he knew they were telling him that it was going to be okay, Yoongi could tell it was a message from both Taehyung...and V.

Yoongi stared at him for one more second before let out one more breath. He closed his eyes and breathed in.

Taehyung laughed. “Do you love your Appa and Daddy? Do you trust them?” The little asked.

Yes. I do, Yoongi finally answered. He cut off the last thread holding him back.

Yoongi couldn’t tell you what happened after that even if you bribed him with a million dollars. One second it was completely silent that all you could hear was the soft noise from the television, and the next second it seemed as if all hell broke out loose. As a big warm cloud-like feeling enveloped his head (seeming to resemble the cuddliest blanket) and making him feel so small and fuzzy, the opposite could definitely be said for the rest of his body. Once Yoongi had opened his eyes, every single injury (big or small) seemed to have been heightened (even more than before) to an extreme unbearable type of pain. Yoongi felt a tear trickle from his left eye first. A tight sob escaped from his throat right after, and then as if that was finally the trick for his brain to understand how injured he was, he let out a loud sob and a shrill cry from the excruciating pain. Yoongi let himself go, to cry and scream in the same position he had fallen and he cried as loud as he can because everything just hurt. The baby’s cheeks turned red as the fat tears rolled down them. He wailed and screamed louder, wanting nothing but the affection and love his little self deeply craved for. For his Appa and Daddy.

“Yoongi! I’m so sorry, baby. I should have been watching you better. Its okay.” Seokjin looked ready to cry with Yoongi. He had ran down the stairs and crossed the room before he gathered Yoongi up from the floor. Seokjin sat him on his lap after sitting himself on the couch and tried to wipe away the never ending tears.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Namjoon all ran into the room at hearing the cries with fear in their eyes. They had never heard such painful and heartbreaking sobs. Namjoon’s heart stopped when he saw that they belonged to Yoongi.

“What happened?” Jimin asked. Namjoon had dashed by him and rushed to sit next to his family.

“I- I don’t know. I was going upstairs when he fell.” Seokjin spoke, but it was hard to hear him with Yoongi’s loud wails. Seokjin had him cradled back on his lap now so he can check Yoongi’s injuries closer and he flinched himself whenever Yoongi jumped from his touch. Namjoon felt his heart break when the little began choking on his harsh sobs.

“He doesn’t seem hurt enough for a hospital, but his wrist probably needs to be bandaged. Lay him down on the couch and I’ll wrap it and check over him. Taehyungie has probably had enough accidents to make me a doctor.” Hoseok mumbled the last sentence.

Seokjin hated to put Yoongi down, but he needed to so he could grab him some ice for his head. Namjoon had already left to grab the first aid kit. Seokjin wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he felt like Yoongi began to wail even louder after laying him back on the couch.

The next twenty minutes had felt like a complete nightmare for not only Yoongi, but for Namjoon and Seokjin as well. Although each of his injury had been treated, Yoongi hadn’t calmed down any bit. The baby wailed out his heart and the caregivers were worried he was going to make himself sick. The second Hoseok was done bandaging Yoongi’s wrist, Seokjin had ran to cradle his baby back into his arms. He stood up and hugged the younger close to his body, rocking him gently. It had actually helped for the wails to quiet down several volumes, but Yoongi still continued to cry as sadly.

“What happened? He’s still crying?” Jimin had asked after returning from the playroom. He had made his littles step out of the room because the negative aura in the room seemed to make Jungkook want to start crying too and Taehyung wasn’t really making the situation better. It was really difficult for Jimin to just make to boys stay in the playroom, surprisingly enough.

“No. He’s still crying. Yoongi? Baby, what’s wrong? What hurts?” Seokjin desperately asked the boy in his arms. He wished Yoongi would respond. Unbeknownst to the real reason, Seokjin assumed the boy wasn’t talking and still crying because he was in too much pain.

Yoongi, as expected, didn’t respond. He only produced more tears because his Appa and Daddy had still not guessed what was wrong. Yoongi cried around his fingers in his mouth before moving closer to Seokjin’s body. He didn’t realize when he had went from sucking the pads of his fingers to sucking on fabric of Seokjin’s shirt. Hoseok frowned at the little detail.

“He’s really reminding me of the first week we brought Jungkook home and how deep in his headspace he was- “

Hoseok froze at his own words. The other three caregivers did as well when they realized what Hoseok had just said.

“You don’t think…” Namjoon quietly said.

Jimin had went from frowning to an immediate grin in mere seconds. Oh his Hoseok was never wrong.

“Hyung, give him this.” Jimin picked up the bottle Namjoon had left behind on the coffee table. Jimin handed to the said male and pointed his head at Yoongi.

Namjoon didn’t know why he was nervous to do so, but he quietly called out Yoongi’s name. The boy seemed to have heard his daddy’s voice and tucked his head out from Seokjin’s body. And, as if by magic, Yoongi’s cries instantly stopped at the sight of the bottle. Yoongi latched onto the bottle the second it was near his mouth and closed his eyes. His face relaxed at finally getting what he wanted and Seokjin could feel the tension leave the teenager- his baby.

“Do you think he actually slipped?” Seokjin whispered as to not disturb the finally at peace baby in his arms. He looked up at his husband and friends. Namjoon didn’t seem very sure himself, but Jimin and Hoseok seemed to look quite the opposite.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Hoseok smiled. He walked over to the couch and picked up three items. Seokjin and Namjoon didn’t move. Jimin followed his husband’s plan.

“Yoongi~” Hoseok walked up to the baby being cradled.

The baby softly opened his eyes at recognizing his name. He continued to suck on the bottle while he looked around for the owner of the voice (causing some milk to slip from the corner of his mouth) when he paused at what was in front of him. His ducky.

“Your ducky wants a lot of kisses from the cute prince, hm?” Hoseok baby talked. Yoongi carefully reached out for his ducky with a cooing sound from around his bottle. Hoseok grinned and handed it to the baby. Yoongi had just hugged his ducky stuffie when he heard the sound of beads hitting each other. Yoongi looked up and saw Jimin holding his rattle.

“This is yours, huh?” Jimin asked as he rattled it in front of him. The noise it made whenever it was shaken made Yoongi so hypnotized. He giggled when Jimin shook it some more and he reached out for it too. The sound was definitely music to Seokjin and Namjoon’s ears.

“And...the baby can’t forget his blankie. My sleepy kitten.” Namjoon watched as Yoongi yawned the second he was done with his bottle and his daddy pulled it back.

Seokjin allowed Namjoon to carefully take Yoongi from him and wrapped the blankie around the baby once Yoongi had gotten himself comfortable. The baby had his eyes closed now and didn’t make any noise when Seokjin pulled the blanket over him. Sleepily, he had taken a pacifier in his mouth and that must have done the final trick. After all that crying and the emotional stress from the day, Yoongi was finally relaxed. He could only feel the comforting warmth of his daddy and the fingers of his Appa stroking his hair. Yoongi dug his face deeper into his daddy’s chest and let himself finally do what he had wanted to do all day. Sleep.

Namjoon and Seokjin didn’t realize how much they were smiling and staring at the sleeping baby until Jimin spoke next to them.

Jimin whispered with crescent eyes and a blinding smile,

“Congratulations, Prince Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon. It’s a baby boy.”

~~~ The Next Day

Seokjin woke up on his side the next morning to the sound of- nothing. He didn’t wake up to his alarm blaring in his ear or Namjoon shaking him to let him know it’s late. He didn’t even wake up to whining from the baby monitor when Yoongi would get too impatient. Seokjin frowned. He had a difficult time collecting his memories of the previous day when suddenly he felt his heart skip a beat. Yoongi. Yoongi had slipped into his headspace yesterday. He was his baby now. That means...Seokjin’s eyes widened when his eyes slowly gazed up to his alarm clock. 11:46 am. It was nearly noon! How could have he overslept so late? How could he have been so careless? What kind of caregiver was he?

“Joon! It’s late! We have to-” Seokjin froze.

Namjoon was laid on his side, facing Seokjin, and had his eyes already open. They seemed really awake as if he had been up for hours. The prince made eye contact with his husband and he saw a sweet smile form on his husband’s face. Namjoon didn’t say anything except put his index over his smiling lips. Seokjin wasn’t understanding until Namjoon quietly pointed downwards. Seokjin’s eyes slowly followed it until he let out a short gasp. How did he miss it before. Namjoon lowered the baby blanket a bit more and revealed the soft messy black hair of their baby. Yoongi was breathing deeply in and out, being deep asleep, and had his face tucked into Namjoon’s chest. The pacifier bobbed every so often and if the pacifier was drilling into Namjoon’s chest, the caregiver didn’t show the pain. How could he when Yoongi was so deep cuddled into him with his delicate fingers gripping Namjoon’s shirt. The man didn’t want to move a muscle in fear of ruining the perfect scene. Seokjin didn’t even want to breathe in fear that all of this would disappear quicker than a blink. Although he didn’t make any movement, Seokjin’s heart was crying at seeing his beautiful baby boy.

“When-” Seokjin managed to whisper out.

“He woke up before the sun did.” Namjoon whispered, already knowing what his husband wanted to know. “I checked up on him and he seemed perfectly ready to start the day. I took him to our room in hope that he could see it was still time to sleep, but I think I only made it worse.” Namjoon quietly chuckled. “He started crying when he saw you. He wanted his Appa, but-”

“You should’ve woken me up!” Seokjin loudly whispered. Namjoon looked up from Yoongi to Seokjin.

“ -but then I figured it was too early for any of us to be awake.” Namjoon gave his husband a pointed look. Seokjin softly blushed and nodded at his husband. “ - so I made him a bottle and he fell back asleep once I put him right between us. I didn’t want to wake you or him up so I turned off your alarm. I figured we would all need to sleep as much as we can from now on.” Namjoon’s dimples came back. He was staring fondly at the sleeping baby and carefully stroked his hair. Yoongi didn’t even squirm.

Seokjin couldn’t stop staring at him either. He wished he could’ve seen how Yoongi was. Without looking at his husband, he asked,

“How is he?”

Namjoon didn’t hesitate. “As cute as a button.”

Namjoon and Seokjin weren’t sure if it were their voices or something he was dreaming, but Yoongi was startled awake. He had jumped in his spot, but he didn’t move from Namjoon’s chest. Yoongi carefully blinked and slowly he tilted his head up so he could comprehend where he was. He was happily surprised to see Namjoon smiling down him.

“Little Kitten is awake now, huh?” Namjoon teased as he booped the younger’s nose. Yoongi cooed and released the grip on Namjoon’s shirt and slowly brought his hand to the man’s face, seeming as if he was trying to copy the action as well.

“My little prince slept well, huh? You’re so cuddly that you made Appa oversleep.” Seokjin chuckled.

Yoongi jumped at the voice behind him. He tilted his head completely back, making him fall on his back on the bed. It was amusing to see Yoongi’s eyes become big with surprise at seeing his Appa awake. Seokjin especially felt himself melt when Yoongi cooed and smiled behind his pacifier. Yoongi raised up his arms and curled his hands in and out at Seokjin. The caregiver was taken aback but he didn’t hesitate to gather him into his arms and sit him on his lap.

“I heard you missed, Appa? Huh?” Seokjin kissed each soft cheek multiple times. Yoongi giggled, making his glittering pacifier fall from his mouth. Seokjin felt his heart flutter.

“You’re too adorable. That’s not good because Appa is just going to want to eat you up.” Seokjin blew a light raspberry on Yoongi’s cheeks. The baby giggled once again and shyly tucked his head in Seokjin’s neck. He had brought his fingers to his mouth and if Seokjin hadn’t been admiring every detail of his little, he would have missed the sound of Yoongi trying to repeat the raspberry sound behind his fingers but not getting it quite exact.

“Well, I’m going to go downstairs and prepare a bottle for him since I might explode from cuteness if I stay any longer.” Namjoon smiled as he got up from the bed.

Seokjin looked up from Yoongi to his husband. He frowned because he still wanted Namjoon every second with them to admire their little together. Yoongi had lifted his head up too. Apparently Seokjin wasn’t the only one not fond one with that idea.

Namjoon stopped from crossing their bedroom door when a cry emitted from the bed. He turned around and both caregivers were equally surprised to see Yoongi already having tears running down his cheeks. The baby let out another sob and he raised up his arms when Namjoon faced him. The two caregivers were frozen, not believing that this was real.

Namjoon eventually moved forward and picked up the light weight boy. Yoongi’s cries slowed down once he was within the arms of his daddy’s combined with the light bounce his caregiver was doing. He especially calmed down when Namjoon lifted the pacifier clipped on his shirt and brought it to his lips. His red eyes stared at Namjoon and his hand gripped the back of his shirt.

“We really got us a clingy kitten, huh?” Namjoon smiled. One hand had a strong hold on Yoongi’s bottom while the other wiped the tears from Yoongi’s cheeks. Yoongi cooed, not comprehending a word his daddy said, but he hugged his neck.

“He’s really going to force the three of us to always be in the same room, isn’t he?” Seokjin teased as he got up from bed and walked over to the two.

Namjoon smirked. “Not like I have a problem with that.” He kissed Seokjin passionately once the older was close enough. The couple would have stayed in that position longer if it weren’t for the little in between them. Yoongi whined, interrupting the kiss.

Seokjin or Namjoon didn’t know what was he specifically whining for, but both caregivers had the same idea. Yoongi giggled when the two each kissed one side of his cheek. He squirmed around and stared at the two with shining eyes.

Although Yoongi couldn’t process anything with being so deep in his headspace, he knew one thing for sure.

The room radiated nothing but love, care and trust. The baby could feel the rich aura in the bedroom.

That was all Yoongi had ever wished for.

Chapter Text

It was safe enough to say that Yoongi was a clingy little boy.

“Seokjin, you need to put him in his crib for the night.”

“But Joonie! This was like our first official day with our baby. Just tonight. Please?”

Namjoon had sighed but he nonetheless agreed.

“Seokjin, it's been five days you have to put him back in his crib before he gets used to being with us.”

Seokjin frowned, but he knew deep down that his husband was right. He knew that he shouldn't grow so attached and act like a mother hen but he just loved Yoongi so much. He attempted to put the exhausted baby back in his crib, but only a second later did Yoongi feel the loss of his caregiver’s warm touch. Yoongi opened his brown soft eyes and began to cry at seeing his caregiver a foot away. He raised up his arms for his Appa and sobbed his little heart out to be held again.

“Oh well, we tried. We can't just throw him into these things, Joon. He can sleep in here tomorrow, promise!” Seokjin picked up the baby again. He walked out of the nursery cooing and comforting the baby before entering their master bedroom. Namjoon sighed but he did nothing again. He followed his husband to the bedroom defeatedly.

It was safe to say that Seokjin and Namjoon were whipped for the little boy.

Two weeks in and after a lot of sobbing and screaming, Yoongi was finally able to fall asleep in his crib for the night. Namjoon and Seokjin were so careful to step out of the nursery and, by miracles, they made it to their bedroom without any disturbances. Yoongi continued to sleep peacefully after exhausting himself out for the night. Seokjin had been feeling empty but good about himself that he was actually able to control his overprotective caregiver needs. Seokjin had woken up with a smile on his face the next morning until his eyes widened when he recognized the all too familiar outline lump between the caregivers.

“How did he-”

“He was crying.” Namjoon simply said without even opening his eyes. All he did was bring Yoongi’s warm body closer to him and let the baby cuddle into his chest.

Seokjin had sighed and shook his head with a playful smile.

Eventually by the third week in of being official caregivers, Yoongi was finally able to sleep in his own room and nursery without much trouble. The little rascal just decided he would wake up at the crack of dawn every morning so he could spend more time with his Appa and Daddy. Yoongi was nothing but proud for creating an alternative plan to be cuddled longer with his caregivers.

“I think I enjoyed it more when you would wake up until noon.” Namjoon had joked when he fed the baby a bottle on their living room’s couch. Namjoon had sleepy looking eyes (that drooped every so often) while Yoongi seemed fueled with energy.

Being so little in his headspace, Yoongi didn't understand a word Namjoon said but he smiled around the bottle. His daddy’s voice was deep and it made Yoongi feel protected. He tucked his face deeper into Namjoon's chest as the man cradled him with one hand but stroked his hair softly with the other.

“Hey Joon,” Seokjin walked into the living room with his phone in his hand. The prince’s current state was similar to his husband. He also had a sleepy look to his eyes and none of the two bothered to change out of their pajamas since they were exhausted to even do that.

“We don't have anything important to do today, right? I feel like we're forgetting something.” Seokjin asked. He looked back down on his phone’s calendar but there wasn't anything written down for the month.

Namjoon frowned. “Important? We haven't worked or even gone outside since Yoongi first came home. I don't think we should have anything classified enough to be important.” The caregiver answered.

Namjoon had put the finished bottle back down and brought Yoongi’s chin to rest on his shoulder. He patted Yoongi’s back, a few small burps escaping past the baby’s lips, before he cooed and brought his fingers to his mouth. Yoongi had whined when they were quickly taken away, but he relaxed immediately when a gold-diamond pacifier with a similar gold chain attached to his shirt was pushed into his mouth. Yoongi sucked on the soother before he pointed to the ground where a stray of his toys were. Namjoon almost pouted at the thought of putting him down but he eventually did when Yoongi began growing fussy. The baby had crawled over to his ducky the second his daddy put him down on the floor.

“Yeah, you're probably right.” Seokjin relaxed. The prince decided to ignore his previous worries and focused back on his family.

Seokjin walked forward and smiled down at his baby. “I'm going to get this little guy ready for the day. At least one of us shouldn’t look like they just woke up.” Seokjin chuckled. He picked up the boy from the ground and gave him a quick kiss to his cheek once he was settled comfortably in his arms.

Yoongi shyly shied away from the touch and smiled fondly at his caregiver. He was ready to return the small kiss when he realized they were walking up the stairs - leaving his daddy behind on the couch.

“Ahh~” Yoongi lightly tugged the hem of Seokjin's shirt. Once he got his Appa's attention, he pointed back at Namjoon with a light questioning, “Dah?”

Seokjin nervously bit his lip at Yoongi calling their names. Well, technically not their name. At first, Yoongi didn't speak in his headspace but overtime he seemed to begin making sounds, hinting small words that he couldn't fully pronounce yet in his headspace. Seokjin and Namjoon’s heart had both stopped when Yoongi began saying 'Ahh’ for Appa and 'daah’ for daddy. Seokjin and Namjoon didn't know whether he named them that because he couldn't or he wasn't fully comfortable to say their nickname, but they took it either way without complaints. It was definitely a start.

Seokjin let out a small breath as he opened the door to Yoongi’s nursery. He couldn't lie to the clingy little. “We’ll go back right down, sweetheart. Appa is just going to change your diaper and get you ready for the day, okay? We’ll go back down to daddy soon.”

Ouch. Seokjin winced at his own slip of words. He sighed, knowing this wasn't going to end pretty.

Yoongi began to cry almost instantly. He began to thrash and squirm around even more when he felt himself being laid down on the soft padding of the changing table.

“Please baby, don't cry. Appa will be quick, okay?” Seokjin felt bad for his little baby.

Although Yoongi was now completely in his headspace, he did keep some traits that his big self had, both bad and good. Unfortunately, one of the bad traits that never left was the hate of diaper changes, much to Seokjin's dismay. Usually the cries wouldn't be to this extent, but the fact that Yoongi was startled to be away from his daddy made it worse. Seokjin would call his husband up to accompany him, but he didn't want to disturb his exhausted husband that took the early shift today.

He could handle it on his own, right?

Namjoon had been drifting off on the couch when the wails of Yoongi made his skin jump. He winced at the blaring baby monitor sitting by his ear. He had forgot that they kept one in the living room. After regaining his senses back, Namjoon frowned when he realized how much in distraught his baby sounded. Without hesitation, Namjoon stood up so he could go check on the two after an entire minute of Yoongi's neverending wails.

Namjoon was just about to reach the stairs when the doorbell rang. Namjoon froze mid step and frowned in confusion. Who could that be? It couldn't be Jimin and Hoseok since they would have called or used the back door. Any of their other friends knew they that they had to call and let them know ahead of time if they were to visit. It was a rule they clearly established.

Ding. Ding.

“Joon? Can you get the door?” Seokjin's yells from upstairs were heard. The man seemed too frustrated to contemplate how weird the statement was.

“Yeah! I'll get it!” Namjoon finally answered after his dazed moment.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

“Coming!” Namjoon decided to shrug it off.

The person seemed pretty impatient for being told to wait so long so the man decided to skip over looking at the house cameras. Namjoon wasn't the least bit afraid of a threat at the door. The house had two bodyguards at their gated entrance, two body guards at the front of their house, and several bodyguards around the perimeter of the household 24/7. Namjoon knew this person had to be pretty special to be let all the way to their front door without rejection.

Namjoon swung the door open mid doorbell ring. His eyes became big when he saw a tall man dressed in a dark grey suit. The man stood tall and proud with the rich gold and red drapes across his chest and several medal pins displayed over his left breast. The man stood with his chin pointed up with his uniform hat shielding the top of his eyes. It didn't seem to matter though because he wasn't staring at Namjoon either way. His eyes were focused overhead of the caregiver with his jaw fixed in position. Once sensing that he had attention, the man raised his left foot and stomped, his right hand coming to a salute.

“Your highness, I have been sent by the order of our King, Kim Joohyuk, to the home of his son, Prince Kim Seokjin, and husband, Kim Namjoon. He has sent his highest elite bodyguard to retrieve his family so our beloved King, Kim Joohyuk, can meet this grandson, Kim Yoon- what the hell are you wearing?!” The bodyguard interrupted his own memorized scripted lines that he was ordered to say the second his eyes accidentally gazed at Namjoon's physical - pajama covered - state.

“Nice to see you too, Junghwan hyung.” Namjoon playfully rolled his eyes.

The former strict looking bodyguard dropped his act and became the friend the two married couple came to love and know. Well, except for the times like these.

“Your clothes, your hair, your voice. Did you just wake up?” The bodyguard walked forward and patted down Namjoon's disheveled bed hair. The caregiver tsked and swatted the man’s hand away.

“Joon? Who was at the door?” Seokjin’s voice was heard.

Namjoon turned around to see his husband walking closer to them with a settled down Yoongi in his arms. Yoongi was still in his blue sleeper onesie due to Seokjin's curiosity at their guest. The postponement of the change had definitely helped calm down the frustrated little seeing as he wasn't going to face the cold air again.

Meanwhile, the bodyguard, Junghwan, stopped his pestering at Namjoon to gaze over to the owner of the voice. He gasped at seeing Seokjin and Yoongi come to view and stop right next to Namjoon. The bodyguard didn't hesitate for a second and immediately bowed down in front of Seokjin with his head lowered as well. The prince was taken aback by the action.

“Who- Wait. Junghwan?” Seokjin frowned. “Woah. Are you actually showing respect to me? As much as I mock you for it, you don't really have to. Although this does feel nice for a chang- “

“Shut up, Seokjin. I'm not bowing for you. I'm bowing for the newest addition to the royal family and South Korea’s future prince, Kim Yoongi.” The bodyguard corrected in his place. With that, he continued to bow down and took in how honored he should be to be bowed in front of Kim Yoongi.

Seokjin tsked at the comment. “Yes, that does sound more like the Sandeul I know.” He shook his head.

“Stand up from the floor, hyung. He’s just a baby either way.” Namjoon spoke.

Seokjin’s attention was redirected from his friend when Yoongi began to squirm himself free from being carried. The prince didn't want to upset his baby anymore than he already had been so he carefully put Yoongi on the floor.

“Junghwan-”

Seokjin stopped speaking when he noticed Yoongi hesitantly begin to crawl towards the strange new man. The baby was more curious than afraid at seeing someone he didn't know in their house. The man didn't look like Taehyung or Jimin or Hoseok or Jimin. Yoongi had no idea who this was. He stopped crawling once he was in front of the new man. His head tilted and he let out a small confused gurgle when he continued to have no recollection of the face. Yoongi curiously brought up his hand to grab the man’s funny hat but ultimately failed and instead ended up giving Sandeul a clumsy pat. Sandeul smiled at the action with his head still bowed.

“I have not only been given the honor to be in the presence of South Korea’s future prince, Kim Yoongi, but to be blessed by Kim Yoongi, the future of South Korea-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, get off the floor Junghwan or your knee will get tired.” Seokjin pulled his very close friend off the floor by the arm.

Seokjin never understood how his friend could be both extremely rude or extremely respectful. The prince loved him though and never minded the bodyguards’s presence. Sandeul has been his friend for as long as he could remember. Seokjin, Jinyoung, and Junghwan (or as they sometimes nicknamed, Sandeul) were all actually the closest of friends anyone could possibly have. They all grew up under the same roof of the palace thay they were basically siblings. Jinyoung was the son of the King’s head doctor, Junghwan was the son of the King’s head bodyguard, and Seokjin was the son of the King’s head cook. They had all grown up playing all sorts of games with their futures already written out for them. Each of them would laugh and play over how they would serve the King best when they grew up. As said, Jinyoung did become the head doctor of their current King and Junghwan as well took his father's step and earned his way to become head bodyguard. Junghwan was always proud of his position so he followed the King’s orders with all his respect. As for Seokjin, despite being the prince of the country, Junghwan still saw him the same as they were kids and treated him no different. Seokjin still didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. 

Junghwan looked ready to respond to the couple with another one of his excuses on how he had to respect the royal family (but ironically not them) until he took in the state of all three family members. Junghwan’s entire face dropped.

“You're not dressed either? Or the baby? Today is supposed to be one of the most important days in history!” Junghwan waved around his hands frantically.

Seokjin and Namjoon's previous calm attitude formed into confusion. They stared at each other (Seokjin giving him a small I told you so look) before the prince tilted his head standing sideways to look back at his friend to give him an awkward look. Oh, this wasn't going to end well…

“Umm...what exactly is supposed to happen today?”

The only reassurance the couple had from being under Junghwan’s fuming and explosive face was the innocent giggles that came down from Yoongi.

“Today,” Junghwan began out slowly (which was honestly scarier than when he would yell), ”You two, Prince Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon, are supposed to visit the palace so our beloved King, Kim Joohyuk, can meet his grandson, Kim Yoongi. This day has been anticipated for the last three weeks by all the citizens of Seoul.” The bodyguard finished with gritted teeth.

“Ahh.” Seokjin nervously nodded as he slowly recalled. He brought up his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. “That's today? The date must have slipped our heads.” He nervously chuckled.

Junghwan sighed in frustration. Sometimes he wondered if he should be glad or not that his friend was the prince. He was legally not allowed to beat his friend up for making his job any harder.

“Well, the damage is done.” Junghwan let out a frustrated sigh. “You two and the baby are supposed to be meeting the King in,” Junghwan lifted his arm and his eyes almost fell out of it's sockets at the sight of his watch. “ -two hours?!”

“Two hours?” Namjoon chuckled. “It takes us at least an hour to pick an outfi-” He caught the threatening look Junghwan was giving him. He gulped. “Nope. Two hours are good.” Namjoon nodded nervously.

Junghwan seemed ready to sigh again when he remembered something. Seokjin and Namjoon were confused when they were given a finger to wait and saw Junghwan quickly run out the front door. A few minutes passed and Junghwan eventually returned. Namjoon had Yoongi carried back in his arms since he was getting clingy again. The baby had noticed the other’s presence first and made a sound as he pointed towards Junghwan's hands. Seokjin and Namjoon looked back and noticed three black large gift bags in the bodyguard's hands. They raised an eyebrow to their friend.

“Your father sent gifts for the three of you. I don't think he meant for you to wear it now, but I think he’ll be happy to see all of you in them.” Junghwan explained. He passed the bags to Seokjin's free hands. 

“These look expensive.” Seokjin commented with a small sour face. His father didn’t usually send them gifts, but when he did it was most of the time one of a kind or personally made.

“They are suits made from the finest material under the hands of one of the world's most famous designers. The clothes for the baby was also personally made from a fashion designer in Italy.” Junghwan easily described. “Now all of you hurry and get dressed. I don't need to get fired because you all overslept.”

“It's 8 in the morning, hyung. And the King would never fire you.” Namjoon commented as he was been pushed away by a hand.

“Of course. I'm our majesty's favorite bodyguard.” Junghwan showed off. He continued to push Namjoon and Seokjin towards the stairs.

“Hey! I'm the prince, Sandeul. Give me respect for once!”

Seokjin was pushed harder. The prince tutted.

~~~

“Woah. You're so handsome.”

“I know.”

Namjoon had stood frozen at the doorway of their dressing room for at least three minutes before he breathed out those words. Seokjin's back was faced his way as the prince stared at the mirror trying to put his earrings on.

“I actually really like this suit.” Seokjin said. He slowly turned around and finally revealed the front of his look. Namjoon was left breathless.

Namjoon himself wore a simple black suit with gold trims and gold lace at the cuff. His hair, instead of the previous morning bed hair, was now styled carefully with his hair being combed back. He looked very elegant and his suit was sure expensive but when he stood next to Seokjin he felt like he was worth a dime. The prince was dressed exactly how a prince should be. He wore a black suit with gold floral outlines spread over the entire blazer. His hair was combed and gelled back for his forehead to breathe and he had the hint of makeup that he only wore for really special occasions.

“I couldn't agree more.” Namjoon stepped closer and snaked his hand around Seokjin’s waist. The prince couldn't help but blush when he was unexpectedly pulled forward and Namjoon kissed him.

“Wow. Maybe I should visit the palace more often.” Seokjin smirked. He kissed his husband again.

“Ew. Please don't. I won't let you in.”

Seokjin and Namjoon jumped when they heard the voice. Junghwan leaned on the pathway that connected their dressing room/walk-in closet to their master bedroom. He gave a sour face.

“So this is why you gave you me babysitting duty, huh?” Junghwan shook his head.

“Shut up, Sandeul.” Seokjin playfully rolled his eyes. “And you gave yourself that job too.” The prince mocked. The two let go of each other and began walking back into their bedroom.

“I have to. The King ordered me to protect the baby from all costs and danger. I'm also the uncle for being your longest friend and I have the right to take care of and spoil him all I want.” Junghwan stated a matter of fact.

Seokjin seemed ready to talk back about the statement until he finally entered back into their bedroom and saw the sight before him.

Yoongi had been the main priority to get dressed and ready for the day. The little was not a fan of changing so Seokjin already knew how much of a struggle and time it was going to take. It was all worth it at the end though because by the time he finished combing Yoongi’s hair (and maybe trying to make it as fluffy as possible) Seokjin wanted to squeal at his finish result.

His father had gifted Yoongi black corduroy short overalls with a gold-crowned teddy bear sewed on the center as well with a white short sleeved onesie he wore under. He also sent in white velcro sneakers with the same bear design for the baby that both caregivers were very thankful for. Yoongi didn't walk yet (since he loved to be carried or crawl everywhere) but he finally mastered to stand on his own if he had something to hold onto. The caregivers had quite the scare after Yoongi fell and hit his head. Although it was the key to make him finally submit to his headspace, they did not want any more serious accidents and had promptly encouraged the little to learn. The caregivers weren't sure if he would walk soon but they were glad to take it slow for him. Since the family had never gone out the boy didn't own any shoes yet.

After Seokjin had finished getting Yoongi ready, he had laid him down on their bed in their master bedroom since Yoongi was restless and Seokjin had to get ready. The prince did take a while to get dressed, but he didn't think it was long enough for Yoongi to ignore his toys, wrap his blankie and the bed covers around his body, pop his gold pacifier into his mouth, and call an early nap. The boy looked sound asleep but also resembled a small kitten in the middle of the bed. Unfortunately, he didn't seem like he was going to wake up anytime soon.

“Should we wake him up?” Seokjin finally asked after cooing for a minute.

Junghwan immediately shook his head. “You never wake up someone sleeping that comfortable and cute.” He pointed over to the scene.

“He’s already dressed and ready. We can just take him to the palace asleep. That's better, isn't it? There's going to be a lot of people and paparazzi surrounding us and it can overwhelm him. He’ll probably wake up once we are away from the crowd and inside the palace.” Namjoon suggested.

Junghwan considered the idea and eventually nodded. “That will work. He’s also supposed to remain hidden from the public because the King has to meet him first. It’ll be easier if he’s asleep.” The man nodded, convincing himself.

“Okay, well that sounds like a plan!” Junghwan finalized the situation before the two could agree. “We really have to go now so take the prince and let's go. We’re behind schedule because of your makeout session. Let's go!” The bodyguard ordered before walking out the bedroom.

Namjoon chuckled while Seokjin's face went rosy because of his embarrassed blush.

“Yah! Lee Junghwan! This is why Jimin and Jinyoung will hold favorite uncle!”

~~~

“We are now just minutes away for the chance to catch the glimpse of the future prince of South Korea-”

“-he will be able to meet his

grandson, Kim Yoongi, for

the first tim-”

“ -Seokjin and Kim Namjoon will

be returning to the palace and now

with their little, Kim Yo-”

There were hundreds of news reporters and cameras flashing around their limousine. There was a lot of excited screaming, a lot of camera flashes going off, people bowing at the side of the vehicle, bodyguards and police surrounding their single vehicle, and just a lot of action going on at once. Namjoon didn't know how Yoongi managed to sleep through all of it but he was so grateful. Yoongi’s fluffy hair was the only thing Namjoon could see from where the baby was cradled in Seokjin's arms. The boy was tucked deep into the man’s chest and had his blankie wrapped around him to protect him from Seoul’s cold freezing weather. Yoongi served his nap and didn't even stir from the mayhem occurring outside.

Namjoon wished he could always protect him from the craziness of the city.

“Was there always this many people in the city?” Seokjin finally spoke as he stared out a window. They drove and drove but it seemed as if there were even people wanting to catch a glimpse of their car miles away from the actual palace.

“I told you that today is a very important day. All of Seoul is probably out here right now. Citizens have been waiting for this day for weeks for a chance to catch at least a glimpse of the future prince. Even if they don't see him, they will see both of you. They will feel very honored.” Junghwan responded.

The limousine stayed silent. Only the faunt sound of the engine, police shouting, fans screaming, and the news reporters speaking were heard for the next ten minutes. Eventually, the limousine came to a halt far more quicker than they were anticipating. Seokjin and Namjoon looked over to Junghwan. The man took out his phone and called what they assumed were the rest of the bodyguards to make sure the area remained clear.

“Okay,” Junghwan made his way toward the limousine’s door. “You guys know the drill. Please try to walk as fast as you can. There will be a royal carpet once you get out of the limousine that will lead to the doors of the palace. You won't have to worry about it since I will be leading you but make sure you're safe when walking. There will be a lot of paparazzi trying to ask you questions, so just ignore them for now. Please make sure to hide the baby well since we can't have the paparazzi getting pictures of him. That should be about it. Are you ready?” Junghwan asked the couple.

Seokjin swallowed. He was never ready, but that couldn't be taken into consideration. He couldn't stay in the limo forever. He gave a short nod as well as Namjoon. His husband sat next to him and held his hand reassuringly.

“Alright. Let's go.” Junghwan said. He gave Seokjin and Namjoon a reassuring smile before he spoke into his phone again. He nodded when he got the signal.

Junghwan opened the door and immediately Seokjin could only describe the situation to the feeling of walking out of an air conditioned room into a pure heat wave. All at once, the second the door was opened, all the shouts became louder, the flashes clicking faster, and the adrenaline of the citizens seemed to have invaded the entire limousine. It became real.

Seokjin had never been so glad that Namjoon could read him like a book. He reassured him again before he thankfully took back Yoongi into his arms so Seokjin could walk freely. The prince saw his friend motion him out with a crowd of another six bodyguards waiting for his presence. Seokjin accepted the hand offer and finally came out of the vehicle.

The screams and cameras roared even louder than before.

“Prince Kim Seokjin! How has it been to be a caregiver for the last few months?”

“Do you think our majesty has further intentions for this meeting today?”

“Prince Kim Seokjin, do you think you will be reigned King soon?”

Seokjin was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth to kindly decline the questions because everyone suddenly gasped and had their attention driven away. His smile had to drop when he suddenly remembered why his attention was taken away. He turned around and saw the citizens of Seoul attempting to get a bit too into personal space when Namjoon appeared out of the limo. He was carrying Yoongi with the boy’s head resting in the crook of his neck and his legs hanging on each side. Yoongi’s blankie hid him well from the paparazzi. Only small strays of his fluffy black hair poked out of the top of the blanket and his shoes were the only thing visible at the bottom. Seokjin would had been relaxed if it weren't for the fact that Yoongi had begun stirring. He couldn't hear the two from all the noise but he could just imagine Yoongi's whimpers by the way Namjoon was desperately trying to shush him back to sleep. That's not good.

“Come on. We have to go in quickly before he completely wakes up.” Junghwan spoke over to Seokjin, seeing their situation. Seokjin nodded.

“Kim Namjoon! Your said hiatus on your music is to expire soon. When will you be returning to your performances?”

“Do you think it is possible for Prince Kim Seokjin to possibly let go of his crown one day and make Kim Yoongi the King of our country once he's ready? ”

“When will the public get to meet our future prince, Kim Yoongi?”

After a couple more dozens of questions, the family were glad for their feet to meet the stairs of the royal palace. Seokjin and Namjoon had both been staring down to get through the crowd and once they made contact with the marble floor they were in relief. Seokjin looked up and smiled at seeing his home.

The royal palace was a grand area that held several floors high and stretched out wide. Despite the palace being created centuries ago, it’s gold color shined when the sun reflected it and gave a new aura to it. There were hundreds of windows in the front and a grand set of black metallic doors in the center of it.

Once they were close enough, the two bodyguards that always stood at the sides of the entrance pulled open the heavy doors. Junghwan led them through while the other bodyguards that walked with them stayed behind. Only Seokjin and Namjoon followed Junghwan and stepped into the royal palace. They sighed in relief when the doors closed behind them, the outside world shut out. Instead, they were met with all the workers of the palace standing at each side with their head bowed. The line of workers led down to the King’s throne.

Seokjin and Namjoon continued to walk down (bowing their heads and greeting each worker along the way) until Junghwan finally came to a halt at the ending near of their pathway. He quickly whispered for Namjoon to stay in place and motioned for Seokjin to continue to walk forward until they reached the end.

Junghwan respectfully stepped forward and bowed.

“Your majesty, your son, Prince Kim Seokjin, and his husband, Kim Namjoon, have arrived. They have brought their newly adopted little, Kim Yoongi, to meet our King.” The bodyguard explained. He stepped aside and finally revealed Seokjin so he could properly see the King.

Seokjin stared forward and made eye contact with his step father. Ever since he was small, Seokjin had always seen the King (former prince) the same and today wasn't any different. The King stood in front of him, straight and proud with his lips set into one would describe strict and motionless but Seokjin knew it was just a mask. The King wore another one of his usual suits and had his hands clasped together in front of him. Seokjin mocked him by clasping his own hands together and gave an amused look.

“Hello, your majesty." Seokjin bowed his head. "Next time, can you please just give me a phone call so I won't have to find out from breaking news that you want me to visit?" Seokjin asked and tilted his head.

The King dropped his stern face and cracked a smile at the comment.

"I will send you a raven the next time until the day I hear you call me Father." The King gave his witty response.

"And that is why I always call you Father whenever you're not in the room." Seokjin smirked at the remark but nevertheless stepped forward and hugged his step father. The King may have not officially been his father written by law for the longest time, but he had always been considered Seokjin's parental figure since the day his mother brought him to Seoul.

The King hugged him back. He looked forward and the King's eyes widened when he accidentally caught a look of Namjoon and the little - his grandson - lifting his head up groggily from Namjoon's shoulder. Yoongi sleepily pulled down the blanket that hid him and immediately the grand room was filled with gasps and coos from the lines of workers at the side. The King also took in the little and felt his heart warm at seeing the baby wear the gifts he sent out.

The King and Seokjin were still hugging. The man finally spoke as he continued to look at Yoongi.

"He's perfect." He softly whispered.

Seokjin smiled. "I know." 

The King sighed. "Your mother would have loved him."

Seokjin's smile fell. He didn't move from the hug and eventually he sighed into his Father's shoulder.

"I know."

Chapter Text

The step father and son hugged for another five seconds. Seokjin sighed into his Father’s shoulder as (both good and bad) memories clouded him from his Father's words. Seokjin managed to compose himself and the prince seemed ready to pull back when-

"Wait! Continue hugging! Stay in that position for five more seconds."

Click.

Seokjin frowned when he heard a camera's flash go off.

Click.

He recognized that voice...

"Okay. You can let go now."

Seokjin pulled back and turned to his right. A shocked silent gasp left his lips and his eyes became wide large circles. As he expected, in front of him stood the one and only,

"Jaebum?" Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

“Hello, prince charming. Haven't seen you around lately.” Jaebum smirked. “You look handsome as always.” Jaebum mumbled the the sentence and only the ones with the greatest hearing would have heard what he had said. The photographer’s smirk had also twitched a bit as he examined the full appearance of Seokjin dressed in his designer's suit.

The prince seemed ready to reprimand his friend (he would often call him an acquaintance just to spur him) that he didn't answer the question, but his Father interrupted any further conversation.

“Kim Namjoon. Please come forward already. You look like a stranger standing all the way back there. I want to meet the future prince of our country.” The King spoke with an amused tone. Seokjin’s attention was redirected back to his step father. The King spoke exactly how Seokjin did. The man would speak as if he was serious, but his facial expressions showed that he never meant any harm. Like father like son, they always teased their 'victim’ in order to loosen them up. Namjoon to this day cannot believe that they were actually not blood related.

Jaehwan had reacted at the King’s words from his side and quickly bowed his head before hurrying down the path again to lead Namjoon and Yoongi. He stood in front of him and gave the two a reassuring smile before he lead them to stand alongside of the King, Seokjin, and Jaebum. Jaehwan bowed his head with another scripted speech that introduced the two before walking back to his previous spot.

Namjoon looked up and gave a respectful bow of his head to the King. Yoongi’s head remained rested on Namjoon's shoulder. The baby’s eyes were half open as they struggled to grow accustomed to the grand room's lights. The fact that Yoongi's head was still laced with sleep did not help one bit. Seokjin stared at his baby from where he stood and got a nervous feeling in his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea for his father to meet the little when he was still in a dazed state.

“Um, I'm not sure if Yoongi will react so great at meeting someone else. I don't think he has ever met a new person while in his headspace.” Namjoon voiced out Seokjin's own concerns.

“It will only take a minute.” Jaebum piped up from the side. “At least let the King hold him enough for the photo.” Jaebum finished and lifted the camera that hung around his neck for emphasis.

Seokjin narrowed his eyes and bit his lip. He looked over to Namjoon and then gazed back at his father. The King gave a shrug and although it read 'It's up to you’, Seokjin could see how eager his father was to meet the little.

Seokjin rolled his eyes when he gazed over to Jaebum again and the younger gave him a snarky smile.

“Hey, prince, don't give me that look. You know I always try to be number one for the job that you got for me.” Jaebum said.

“Don't remind me. I'm not even sure how you're not fired yet.” Seokjin joked although he knew why. Yes he had sort of given Jaebum the job from pity, but he was one of the best photographers Seokjin has ever worked with. And that says a lot considering Seokjin was a model.

Seokjin sighed and redirected his attention back to Namjoon. His husband seemed pretty nervous and the prince himself was too. He promised if Yoongi would show any discomfort, they would take him back. Well, after Jaebum’s picture apparently.

“Alright, baby. Please don't freak out.” Seokjin said as he took Yoongi from Namjoon's arms.

The little lifted his head at feeling himself be put into different arms. He blinked once and stayed quiet at realizing it was just his Appa. He rubbed his eyes again with the back of his palms and tried to wake himself up more. Seokjin held his breath before he walked forward and started to move Yoongi into his father’s arms.

At first, everyone in the room thought it would go well. The servants cooed when Seokjin handed the light weight boy to the tall King and Yoongi made no reaction. He continued to rub his eyes and didn't even feel the change of people again. The thing that set the baby off first wasn't at realizing that he was no longer with his Appa, but at feeling his blankie no longer wrapped around him. Yoongi dropped his hands from his face and blinked his eyes again. Yoongi looked forward and his heart jumped at seeing he was in the arms of an entirely different person, a tall strict looking man, that was definitely not his Appa. Although the man who stared back at him was smiling, alarms started going off in his head.

“Yes! That looks perfect!” Jaebum said. He rushed forward and bent at an angle to get a perfect picture of the two. The little looked absolutely adorable in the arms of the King. His cute button nose matching with his cute cat like eyes always made his caregiver want to coo. The picture especially became so much more valuable at seeing that the King was actually smiling (something so rare) that it surprised both Seokjin and the King himself.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Namjoon spotted Yoongi’s face fall first. The boy’s bottom lip began to shake and his eyes began to water as he continued to stare at the man. With the combination of the room being cold without his blankie and the sight of a stranger, the little broke out into wails in the arms of the King.

Everyone in the room, even the workers quietly watching from the sides, were surprised at the cries. Namjoon and Seokjin were the only ones who expected this sort of reaction from their Little. Seokjin had to admit that it warmed his heart when his father’s natural instinct was to attempt to calm Yoongi by rubbing his side, rock him slowly, and coo in his ear. The King’s usual stoic face seemed so soft at the moment and concerned for the boy. Sadly, the prince knew it took much more than that to calm his baby.

“Well, I'm already done with the pictures. You can take him back if you want.” Jaebum said over to Seokjin. The prince was glad that he had at least the decency to look apologetic.

“Sorry. I'm sure he’ll show a better reaction over time.” Namjoon apologized for them.

Seokjin had taken Yoongi back into his arms and shushed him. Almost as soon as the Little was back in the arms of his Appa and his blankie was in his fingers, the tears stopped. Seokjin slipped the pacifier that had fallen long ago back into his lips. He heard the coos from the royal workers again when Yoongi quieted down at being reunited with his caregiver.

“Wow. He’s really a Daddy and Appa’s boy, huh?” Jaebum chuckled at Seokjin's side. “At least he has something in common with my Little.” Jaebum teased.

Seokjin playfully rolled his eyes. He rocked slowly from his place. “Where is that little one of yours? He’s usually daddy's helper, isn't he?” Seokjin whispered. He saw Namjoon and the King were having a conversation of who knows what up front.

“Little troublemaker didn't want to come. He usually wants to but he surprisingly refused when I said I had to take pictures for our future prince.” Jaebum shrugged. “He probably just didn't want to come after I said he could go with Jinyoung instead.” Jaebum explained.

“Ah, Jinyoung.” Seokjin's face expression suddenly turn into a smirk.

“Yah...yes, Jinyoung. What about him?” Jaebum looked down and pretended to fix a setting on his camera. Seokjin was going to pretend he didn't see that hint of blush on the younger's face.

“Nothing. Nothing. I'm just remembering back to a time where I swore my friend said he would never get into a committed relationship, and maybe have a fam-”

Seokjin laughed when Jaebum lightly shoved him with a tomato red face. Seokjin would have gladly continued to taunt Jaebum about his boyfriend, but the King sadly interrupted his plans.

“Ah, that reminds me.” The King loudly said. Seokjin assumed whatever his husband and his father were talking about must have triggered a memory for the King. Seokjin turned his head back to the two and bounced Yoongi again. The Little seemed ready to fall asleep again and Seokjin had learned from past mistakes that it would be a long night if he allowed him to sleep any more. The Little frowned and lifted his head back. The little angry expression let his caregivers know that he didn’t appreciate being woken up.

“To celebrate the arrival of my grandson, and South Korea’s future prince, I decided to gift him a little present.” The King announced to the couple.

“A little present?” Seokjin questioned with eyebrows raised. Why was he getting Deja Vu? He watched as his father looked over to his right and nodded over to a servant that stood by his throne. She was a kind middle (leaning towards the older side) aged woman that has worked by the King’s side for years. Seokjin watched her nod her head and leave the room.

“Will this actually be a little present this time, your majesty?” Seokjin asked with a knowing tone. “Or will this little present be like the one time you had claimed to get Joon and I a ‘little present’ and we ended up getting a skyscraper?” Seokjin interjected. It wasn’t like Seokjin didn’t appreciate gifts but none of his family or friends actually knew the definition of ‘little’. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with another cruise ship if Yoongi was gifted one.

The King let out a chuckle at the memory. “Um, well…”

All the people in the room jumped when a loud pitched bark echoed the room. Seokjin’s eyes widened as he stared over to his father with a look of disbelief.

The King shrugged. “It’s...little?” He answered.

The servant returned with a small brown puppy in her arms. A small brown fluffy toy poodle that looked equally delicate as cute as it was. Definitely too delicate for a baby. The puppy barked, such a loud noise for a little thing, and literally jumped out of the servant’s hands. The woman was startled just like everyone else in the room, but the dog safely landed on the floor with a happy glint to his eyes. He wagged his short tail and barked again.

If this were merely a month ago, Namjoon and Seokjin would be worried at Yoongi’s reaction. The boy had yet been exposed to any animals before his headspace. But now, in such a quick span of time, the caregivers could wholeheartedly say that their baby loved puppies. Every single time he was taken next door, he and Jungkook would always play with Yeontan. Just seeing a puppy appear on screen would send Yoongi into a delighted smile. Exactly like now.

“Ee! Ee!” His previous frown transformed into an excited gasp. He repeated the 'ee’ sound in ‘puppy’ as he pointed to the poodle running around in a spot. He squirmed in Seokjin’s hold and continued to point excitedly.

“Come on, prince charming. Your baby is dying to meet the puppy.” Jaebum spoke up from where he had surprisingly been quiet all this time. Seokjin glared at him and Jaebum just raised his hands up in defense.

“It’ll be okay. Come on.” Namjoon whispered from his side. Seokjin gave an outraged look to his husband at first, but Namjoon gave him that knowing look that told him he was being a mother hen again. Seokjin sighed but he allowed Namjoon take Yoongi from his arms so he can carefully place him on the floor.

Seokjin nervously watched as Yoongi kneeled on the floor first and then slowly crawled a bit closer to get to the puppy. As curious as a Little could be, he stared at the puppy for a few seconds in wonder. The puppy happily barked and walked closer to Yoongi.

“You see, Seokjin. The puppy is perfectly safe for our little prince.” The King smiled as he watched.

The calm dog began to lick the back of Yoongi’s hand. He yapped and wagged his short tail happily. The royal workers cooed and almost exploded from cuteness when Yoongi giggled.

Namjoon scoffed. “I think we're more afraid for the puppy than Yoongi, your majesty.”

On cue, Yoongi decided he wanted to finally touch the amazing creature as he sat back on his bottom. He stretched one of his hands out and pulled on the puppy closer, gripping the ear of the small puppy in a fist hold and dangerously tugging it to pull the puppy closer to him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Seokjin had felt the pain for the dog. He quickly pulled Yoongi’s hand away from the puppy's ear. “We have to be careful, okay?” He lightly scolded.

Yoongi whined when he was pulled away from the dog and carried back into the arms of his Appa. He whined and tried to squirm himself down. The tears of exasperation had built behind his eyes and threatened to escape. Thankfully, the pacifier clipped onto his shirt was slipped back between his lips. Yoongi stopped whining and sucked on the soother instead. Seokjin loved how that always worked.

“Your majesty,” Seokjin looked back to his father. He gave his father the look of 'I told you so’, “As thoughtful as your gift was, I think you should know that we cannot take the puppy home when we have a baby in our hands.” Seokjin explained.

The King sighed. “Well, I knew it was going to be hard to convince you. Fine, the puppy could live in the palace and keep me company. It will still be honored upon Kim Yoongi’s name.” The King responded.

Seokjin raised an eyebrow at how quick his father was to come up with a solution. If he didn't know him any better, Seokjin thought this could have all been planned out so his father could have a little friend around. Not that Seokjin minded, his father did deserve some form of company.

“Um, wait.” Seokjin rolled his eyes when Jaebum interrupted with a clear of his throat. “Prince charming, do you mind putting the future prince back down with the puppy? I forgot to take a picture and I can just imagine the perfect shot.” Jaebum attempted to politely interrupt.

Seokjin looked back at Jaebum standing a couple of feet away. The man stared back at him with his familiar teasing eyes that Seokjin was so familiar with. Seokjin stared back at him in thought. Well, he was feeling a little evil at the moment.

“Your majesty,” Seokjin completely ignored Jaebum. He turned back to his father. “When was the last time you gave all of your workers a break? They have been standing here for hours. I think they deserve a break.” Seokjin casually asked the King. All the lines of staff and servants at the sides gasped.

“Well…” The King unsurely began.

Seokjin turned around to look back at the staff. “As the future King of this country, I allow every single worker under our royal name to have a break for the next two hours.” Seokjin proposed.

Quiet gasps and mumbles were heard among the workers as they spoke to each other. They were confused and some looked over to the King for confirmation.

The King sighed. “I guess your mother gave you more than just her cooking.”

Seokjin scoffed. The King had known this fact even before he became his step son.

“Fine." The King sighed. "All the workers are dismissed to have a break. All I will be doing is speaking to my son and his family for the next two hours. You can all be dismissed." The King spoke over to his workers.

The staff and servants released a happy cry and bowed happily to the royal families. They repeatedly thanked the King, but Seokjin saw how they would smile and side eye him more. He bowed his head at them. Maybe he could be a good leader one day.

“Jaehwan, you should take a break too.” Seokjin frowned when he saw that the bodyguard didn’t move. His friend really worked so hard.

Jaehwan looked over to Seokjin when he was called. He eyes went big. He stared at the prince as if he had just grown three heads. “Take a break? I can’t take a break, my job requires to always protect and serve orders from only the King-”

“Jaehwan, then I order you to take a break.” The King spoke up.

Jaehwan slowly turned around. He stared at the King with an incredulous look. Was the entire family going crazy?

The King shrugged. “Go get some rest or coffee. You’ve worked hard today.” The King nodded.

Jaehwan frowned. Take a break? They wanted him to take a break?

Seokjin groaned in a mocking manner and began to pull his arm towards the door. “Just go already. We’re fine, okay?” Seokjin pushed Jaehwan towards the door. He tried not to laugh at the way his friend was trying to hold hinselh back at much as possible.

After a minute of struggle, Seokjin silently cheered when he finally got the man out of the room (after some annoyed curses, of course). Like he said, maybe he could be a good leader one day.

“Can you look at the camera? Look! Cool camera, isn’t it? Now can you stay like that for just one more second.” Jaebum crouched in front of Yoongi. He held up his camera and pointed at the lense to the baby prince.

One second. Seokjin had put Yoongi down for just one second so he could push Jaehwan.

Yoongi crawled forward and outstretched his hand toward the camera’s lense curiously. Jaebum grinned because honestly whatever the little did was too adorable for the camera. Too bad the others couldn't see what the photographer’s eyes saw. Jaebum smile fell when Namjoon stood in front of Yoongi, his thigh now being the center of the shot.

Jaebum frowned and stood up straight. “RM, as much as the public loves your thighs, this isn’t about-”

“Jaebum,” Namjoon interrupted before the other can finish his witty comment. He inhaled and tried not to show his frustration. “I think my husband requested to dismiss all the workers under the palace.” Namjoon said in a low tone.

Seokjin watched as his husband stared at Jaebum. To the normal eye, it just seemed as if Namjoon was just another person trying not to show his annoyance to the photographer (because trust him when he said that Jaebum only spoke in blunt), but in reality Seokjin could sense the familiar aura around the two. The grudge that Seokjin can only understand. Seokjin would rather leave everything in the past and he sure hopes Namjoon and Jaebum can do so as well. It’s been years but the two never forget their hate towards one another. He wouldn't be betting that they will suddenly become best friends anytime soon too by the way Namjoon and Jaebum almost glared down at each other just through their stares. Yep, definitely needed to separate the two.

Seokjin sucked in a breath and searched his brain for an excuse to interrupt without being too rude. Jaebum was still his friend and he could never choose sides even if Namjoon (heck, sometimes even himself) didn't fancy him. Seokjin scanned the photographer's face to see if he can make up something up to change the subject. Seokjin looked down and he paused when his eyes gazed over Jaebum’s fingers. Seokjin's eyes were ready to fall out of their sockets with what he saw.

“Wait...is that an engagement ring?!” Seokjin exclaimed. His eyes shifted from Jaebum's fingers up to the man’s face. There, on Jaebum's ring finger sat a ring, a subtle silver diamond with tiny crystals ring, that Seokjin was sure wasn't there the last time he saw the male.

“Huh?” Jaebum looked down at his hand. His glare dropped and his face formed into a smile when he realized what the Prince was talking about. He smiled.

“Oh. Yeah. Surprise. I’m engaged.” Jaebum said as he wiggled around his fingers in front of their faces.

“Wait. What? You proposed? He actually said yes? To you? When?” Namjoon seemed as equally as confused as Seokjin.

Jaebum’s smile fell when Namjoon spoke. Especially when the indirect insult was said. He had been about to give some form of detail until he decided that no, wait, he was fine. Jaebum instead gave a slick look.

“Oh, sorry, I’d love to talk but I have to get going now. I heard that the Prince let me have a break for the next two hours.” Jaebum said with a mocking smile to Namjoon. He looked over to Seokjin. “Oh, and Jinyoung said you’re invited to the wedding. Bye now. See you next week.” Jaebum began to walk away.

“Yah! Im Jaebum! Get back here!” Seokjin yelled out. How dare Jaebum just leave after vaguely telling him that he was getting married. With Jinyoung. With a person that Seokjin considered as his brother.

Damn you, Jaebum, Seokjin cursed when he saw Jaebum really walk out of the palace.

“See you next week? What does he mean see you next week?” Namjoon asked with his face confused.

“Oh.” The King spoke up. The two turned around and they saw the King look up. He may or may have not been smiling down at the baby sitting on the floor in his own little world. “Jaebum is coming over to your house next week for you and the baby’s photoshoot.” The King simply responded as his eyes glanced every so often at Yoongi. The little prince was adorable, you couldn’t blame him.

“What? Photoshoot? For what?” Seokjin asked with raised eyebrows. His Father really had to stop making plans for Seokjin without telling him.

“Oh, did I forget to tell you? Jaebum will be releasing a special magazine dedicated to Kim Yoongi. It will be the first time Yoongi will be revealed to Seoul, also to the rest of the world, as the newest addition to the royal family. That’s why Jaebum was called down here today to take pictures of the little prince.” The King easily explained as if this was just another scheduled day. "It's a supposed to be a preview before we finally make his public appearance at his Royal Registration in a month. Everyone in Seoul will be able to join and see Kim Yoongi officially become apart of the Kim's Royal Family, not that he wasn't already of course. I swore, I thought I mentioned at least some of this to you. Maybe I really do need Jaehwan with me at all times." The King joked.

“No, your majesty, I don’t think you did tell us.” Seokjin could only respond. Quite contrary to the King, Seokjin and Namjoon were completely taken aback by the information. They knew it had to happen eventually, but knowing that Yoongi will finally be released to the media, heck to the entire world, made them suddenly so scared of the near future.

Seokjin’s eyes gazed over to Yoongi who still sat on the floor. He was playing with the puppy again, but thankfully he was much gentle now. His blankie was draped over his legs and his paci was still tucked in between his lips. The brown puppy sat on his lap surprisingly still, but still as happy based on how his tail wagged. He was probably content by the way Yoongi was patting his head. Seokjin cracked a smile when the puppy licked the side of Yoongi’s hand again. Yoongi’s eyes turned into small crescents and he giggled. He shyly pulled his hand back and smiled. It was adorable. Seokjin wasn’t sure if he wanted to share this beautiful human being with the rest of the cruel and dangerous world.

The King sighed. “I really have been forgetting to tell you a lot things, huh? That’s why I invited you home today. I actually have a lot of more important things than the Registery that I would like to discuss with you two.” The man stated with a low tone.

Namjoon frowned at the statement. More important than their little officially becoming apart of the line for reign?

Seokjin turned back at the sentence. He frowned as well, because if Seokjin knew his step father, he knew that that tone never meant anything good.

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“Woah. Your office keeps on getting bigger and bigger.” Namjoon muttered as he took in the room with astonishment.

They entered a grand spacious room that could easily be confused with a banquet hall. Historical paintings were hung on each wall that showed portraits of past rulers and others that simply had sceneries. Seokjin looked around until his eyes gazed over fondly to the painting down the room, the one that hung over the King’s work desk. It was a painting of the King and Seokjin's mother, a replica of a photograph they had taken on their wedding day. The King and Seokjin both silently agreed that it was the best painting in the room.

Meanwhile, Namjoon had quickly glanced over the paintings before he admired the extremely large wall of books. They were on a bookshelf that outstretched an entire wall side of the room. Namjoon was always a bookworm so it was difficult for him to look away.

If it hadn't been for Yoongi, he was sure he would have stared at it for another five minutes.

“What's wrong, Yoongi-ah?” Namjoon softly asked when the boy began to squirm and whine in his arms.

Seokjin and the King turned around at the sound of the two. Yoongi was trying to squirm out of Namjoon's arms while he stared longingly to one corner of the room. Seokjin followed his intense look until he realized what his baby wanted.

The King chuckled. “The little prince found his toys so quick.” He said rather amused.

Namjoon and Seokjin finally noticed an array of different toys that sat on a fancy rug. There were wooden blocks and wooden toy cars. Stuffed teddy bears and picture books. There wasn't much but it was enough to get any baby excited for. Their little prince was apparently no exception.

They were traditional old fashioned toys. A pile of wooden blocks were stacked on one corner with their matching wooden crafted cars sitting next to them. A warm cuddly beige bear sat on the rug, a smile on its slumped body. They matched the aesthetic of the royal place, just like how everything did.

“Okay, okay. Go play.” Namjoon teased with a smile when Yoongi began to whine and lean his head back so he can be let go. The second he was put on his two feet, Yoongi grabbed onto the edge of a wooden cabinet. His grip tightened as he attempted to find his balance, but a second later he took a shaky step forward with his eyes never leaving the rug. 

Despite it being the reason that Yoongi slipped into his headspace in the first place, Seokjin and Namjoon became afraid Yoongi would get hurt if he attempted to walk again. After they made sure Yoongi was comfortable in his headspace, they began teaching the baby how to walk. It was a very slow process since he was rather small in his headspace, but after many trial and (t)errors, Yoongi could at least walk a bit if he held onto someone or something. It wasn’t much, but they weren’t expecting so much while Yoongi was still so little. Like this, Seokjin and Namjoon could at least not get a heart attack whenever Yoongi tried to walk.

Seokjin fondly watched as Yoongi’s gummy smile grew wider once he was closer to his destination. Once near the rug, the baby let go of the cabinet and decided to crawl over the rest of the way. He quickly grabbed one of the toy cars and hit it against the premade stacked tower of blocks. He laughed when they all fell over and his eyes scrunched into half moons. He began to make the quietest ‘vroom’ noises as he drove the car on the rug. Seokjin and Namjoon’s heart melted right then and there.

“Well, I hate to break the moment, but I hope I can talk with you two before you have to leave.” The King broke the sweet atmosphere. Seokjin redirected his attention towards his Father again. The older man no longer had the relaxed face as before but instead he resembled as the man that always appeared on the television. Stiff and deep in thought.

Seokjin didn’t enjoy the sudden change of mood and glanced over to Namjoon when his Father began to walk away. His husband shrugged and simply nodded over to the desk so the three could formally talk. Seokjin ignored the unsure feeling in his stomach as he followed Namjoon over to his Father’s desk. He glanced back at Yoongi too because although they weren’t sitting too far away, the boy can also be mischievous.

The King sat on his well upholstered (and old fashioned) brown leather chair behind the desk. The younger two sat on the opposite side of the desk with their own comfortable leather chairs. The room was silent and the previous nervous feeling in Seokjin’s stomach began to grow. He watched as his Father’s eyes avoided theirs. Seokjin’s own eyes narrowed.

“What happened?” Seokjin didn’t hesitate to confront the King. The prince’s eyes were no longer nervous but more demanding. The King was hiding something and he could just sense it.

The King released a sigh. “Seoul is under lockdown.”

Seokjin and Namjoon blinked. They knew that alre- 

Oh wait, they weren’t supposed to know that already.

“Oh wow wait really? I cannot believe this.” Namjoon overdramtically shook his head.

Seokjin closed his eyes and cringed at Namjoon. He definitely didn’t marry a good liar.

The King’s serious look was long gone by now and instead seemed unimpressed. “Namjoon, I’m old but even I can lie better than that.”

Namjoon awkwardly smiled at the King.

“Well, I’m not even going to ask how you two know, but I guess this is better.” The King sighed. 

“Wait. We know Seoul is under lockdown but we don’t know why.” Seokjin quickly spoke.

“Why aren’t we allowed to leave?” He asked, his tone becoming stern and almost ordering. “Why did you make this decision without consulting with me first?” Seokjin pressed on. His tone was neither angry nor rude, but professional as how he should be. Everyone knew he was going to be a great King one day.

“So many questions today, don't we?” The King distracted himself by pouring himself tea from a teapot that sat at the corner of his desk. It was still warm so most likely a servant had left it for him before going on her break.

“Well, your majesty, I think Seokjin has the right to know as the future King of this country. He should have been informed about this prior to it actually happening.” Namjoon spoke in a flat tone. He didn’t want to sound disrespectful to the current leader of the country, but he was a bit angry that Seokjin didn’t have any word over this very important decision.

The King put his cup down. “I didn’t want to burden you with this after just starting your family. But you are right.” The man took a deep pause. He exhaled and finally he made eye contact with the other two. “I ordered for Seoul to be under lockdown bec-”

Namjoon spotted movement from the corner of his eye. He sat up on his seat and turned his head back when he saw Yoongi crawling away and towards the door.

“No, baby. We cannot leave the room.” Namjoon interrupted the King and quickly rushed out of his seat and towards the runaway baby.

He caught up with Yoongi pretty quick and picked up the boy at the threshold of the office. This boy can definitely crawl fast, Namjoon thought. Yoongi let out a mix of a whine and whimper as Namjoon carried him back inside. The little desperately turned back and pointed towards the hanging crystal chandeliers outside. They were shiny and mesmerising for the little and he couldn’t stop admiring it. 

“He probably wants to play outside.” The King commented from his seat. Seokjin frowned. He hoped Yoongi wouldn't try to run away again because the prince knew his Father wanted to discuss something important with them.

“Daddy will play with you, okay?” Namjoon smiled at the little as he placed Yoongi back down on the ground. He crouched next to the sitting little and shook a teddy bear to distract him from the outside. Thankfully, Yoongi stopped whimpering and looked over to the bear. He stared over to his daddy and Namjoon gave him that dimpled smile in reassurance. Yoongi smiled as well and took the teddy bear from his caregiver and tightly hugged it. He giggled when Namjoon booped his nose.

“Continue talking. I can hear from here and play with him.” Namjoon said back over to the pair on the desk. Seokjin raised his eyebrow as if to ask if he was sure, but Namjoon only nodded back at him while also accepting a toy block from Yoongi. The man could definitely multi-task.

“Very well then, I’ll just try to quickly explain the situation.” The King spoke. He cleared his throat. Seokjin could sense how nervous he was from his seat.

“You know how my Father, during his time in reign, did not make the best decisions in favor for our country.” The King began. Seokjin nodded. He definitely knew how the prior King was during his reign. 

The King, at the time, had caused them to go into war and is the reason for their terrible economy. Seokjin was a baby when he and his mother ran away from their home in Gwacheon because of the war. Most of the small city was left in shambles because of the attacks of the opposing side. Not only Gwacheon was destroyed, but almost every city in South Korea. Seoul was the only city that remained rich while the rest became harsh villages. The King was and is the reason for their terrible economical and unbalanced state.

“Well, it’s been very difficult for me to fix his messes. I have been trying for years to help our country be well again, but I don’t think it is possible to make South Korea how it once was.” The King spoke with his serious tone. The aura in the room turned stiff again. Seokjin didn’t have a good feeling on what his Father was going to say next. Namjoon didn’t too based on the way he stopped playing with Yoongi. The man stared at the floor with his chin firm as he listened to the conversation.

“What do you mean?” Seokjin whispered out. 

“About a month ago, I held an important private meeting with the leaders of the world’s countries.” The King breathed in. “I announced that I will be auctioning off all the land, including the residents residing in them, in South Korea to any country that wants it. Seoul and Gwaechon, in honor of your mother, will be the only property belonging to South Korea from now on.” 

The entire room stilled. Seokjin went stiff and he swore he must have stopped breathing too. He stared at his father with incredulous eyes and mouth agape. Auctioning off all the land? Seokjin was at a loss of words. 

“The US has already said that they would like to purchase Gwangju. Europe had their eyes on Busan. China has told me they are interested in Ilsan and- “

“No.”

The King paused. Seokjin did as well. Before the prince could even look back, Namjoon had already rushed to stand by his side. Seokjin looked up from his seat and he saw Namjoon’s eyes. They were dark and angry, but most importantly, there was fear in them.

“No. No. No. You cannot auction off Ilsan.” Namjoon firmly said. He leaned on the desk with his hands on each end. His breath was quick and his fingers tapped on the surface as he stared deep into the King’s eyes. Seokjin couldn’t blame his husband. He was terrified too.

“Why not, Kim Namjoon?” The King narrowed his eyes. They were filled with suspicion. “What association do you have with Ilsan?” 

Namjoon froze and Seokjin froze as well. He looked up at Namjoon and saw the man nervously swallow.

Namjoon cleared his throat. “I don’t, your majesty.” He paused. “I am saying from an overall point of view.” The man quickly saved himself. “You cannot auction off any of these places. These are your people, our people. Giving these places up to other countries is dangerous.” Namjoon finished.

“Your majesty, I don’t think this is a good idea in order to help South Korea.” Seokjin finally spoke. His voice was quiet, but he could feel the anger inside him grow.

“I’m sorry Seokjin, but the decision has already been finalized-”

Seokjin’s eyebrows furrowed. “The decision has already been finalized?” Now he was really angry. “As the future King of South Korea, I should have been a part of finalizing this decision!” Seokjin raised his voice.

“How is it any better for these countries to have these lands? How can we trust these countries to take care of these people? These people were our people that held their trust in us to make their lives better. We used to speak about making South Korea how it once was, but you didn’t even try and instead gave up on them. We’re supposed to be better than the last King, but how is this any better?” Seokjin yelled. His face was red and his chest went up and down.

The King sat back silently, his eyes wide in shock. He was at a loss of words to say, and there weren't many people who were capable in doing so.

"What about Daegu? Did you even try to at least keep Daegu?" Seokjin stood up from his seat and now he was the one leaning against the desk. His eyes were wide with absolute fear in them. "Did you not even think of the home of my little? Of your grandson? The possible future reign of South Korea?" Seokjin demanded to know. He needed to know.

The King sighed, realization flashing through his eyes. "I'm sorry, Seokjin. As I said, I made everything available to be bought except for Seoul and Gwacheon. I don't think there could be anything done now-"

Seokjin scoffed in disbelief. He slammed on the table before he walked away from his place, the chairs scraping when they were harshly pushed aside. His breathing was rapid and his face was most likely red from yelling. He brought up a hand up to his head and his other hand was on his waist as he thought of the entire mess they were in. Seokjin wasn't one to get angry, but when he it involved his family- his Yoongi .

Seokjin froze.

Yoongi.

Seokjin dropped his hand and looked up from the floor. Seokjin's heart began to beat a mile a minute as he realized the little was still in the room. He prayed that Yoongi didn't hear, he prayed that he was too little to understand, he prayed that he didn't slip out of little space, little space that had taken so so so long to finally put him into. For him to trust them.

Seokjin's prayers were answered, but not in the way he hoped for.

"Where's Yoongi?" Seokjin asked outloud.

Namjoon looked up from the floor from where he had been thinking deeply when he heard his husband. His eyes widened and he quickly scanned around the room. The spot on the rug that was surrounded with toys was completely empty. There was no sign of the little anywhere in the room. Namjoon quickly went to the door of the office and looked around the palace.

Nothing.

"He must have wandered off when we were speaking." Namjoon called back. He looked over to the King and Seokjin. "I don't see him anywhere."

The tension in the room was still there. Seokjin heard his Father stand from his seat but he couldn't even look at him.

"We should quickly go out and find him before he wanders away from the palace." The King said. He awkwardly cleared his throat. "There's currently no staff in the building to keep a lookout on him, so it's up to us to find him."

Seokjin closed his eyes in frustration and internally cursed. Right there's no staff.

Seokjin was still lost in his head from the entire conversation that he jumped when Namjoon appeared next to his side. He looked up at his husband and the taller stared at him sympathetically. 

"We'll deal with everything later, let's just try to find Yoongi for now, okay?" Namjoon reassured. Seokjin stared at him for a second before he sighed and nodded. Namjoon was right. He was always right. He allowed Namjoon to lead him out of the empty office (his Father must have left already) and outside to the palace. 

He could leave everything aside because for now (and always) there will never be anyone or anymore important than his number one priority:

Yoongi.

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The little prince did not mean to run away. Actually, that’s a lie. Even in such a young headspace the baby knew he wanted to leave the room the second he spotted the beautiful chandeliers hanging on the ceilings of the large palace. They were just so sparkly and pretty. The glass reflected beautifully with the sun beaming through the windows. A beautiful art piece over the grand stairs. Yoongi just had to get closer.

Now, Yoongi wasn’t exactly planning on leaving without letting his caregivers know. At first, he was really having fun playing with his Daddy. His daddy was quicker than him on stacking the blocks over one another and his Daddy would laugh with him when he would hit the stack so all the blocks would go flying. But eventually, Yoongi got bored. After all, he was in a headspace that didn’t have such a long attention span. It didn’t help that his Daddy suddenly got up in the middle of their playtime too. How rude. The baby, at first, had planned to continue to play by himself until he suddenly caught the sight of movement. Yoongi gazed away from the blocks and over to the door of the office. He gasped.

“ee?” Yoongi called over to the fluffy brown puppy wagging it’s tail happily. He was standing at the side of the door, barely visible to the occupants in the room.

Yoongi looked at the puppy for a few seconds, but he pouted when the dog did not come into the room. Instead, the puppy did quite the opposite and left from the door, making itself unseeable to the baby. The baby let out a tiny gasp. Where did the puppy go? His lip wobbled as he looked over to his caregivers. He wanted to let them know about the puppy, but his caregivers weren’t paying any mind to him. Their entire attention was on the King and they didn’t look happy either. 

Yoongi slowly turned back to the door and then back to his caregivers and then back to the door. Yoongi just wanted to play with the puppy. They won’t notice if he left for just a moment, right? Before he knew it, he was already crawling towards the door, curiosity getting the best of him.

“ee?” The baby called out once he was outside of the office. He looked around the hallway and gaped at the scenery before him. There were a lot of paintings and a lot of pretty decor on the walls. The halls were also very wide with beautiful lights overhead. Everything looked so big. The baby had been ready to discard any prior plans and outstretched his hand to touch a glass vase when a small yap made him pause.

Yoongi stopped mid-way from grabbing the delicate vase and turned his head towards the sound.

“Ee!” He excitedly said when he saw the brown furry friend. The dog yapped in response before he turned his body forward and began leading the way. Yoongi followed with no hesitation.

Yoongi should have probably been more aware of where he was going, but in his headspace he didn’t really think twice of half the decisions he made. He didn’t think twice when the puppy led them towards a door at the back of the palace. It was a glass door that was decorated with beautiful flowers of every kind around it. It wasn’t until Yoongi gazed past the glass door did he realize why it was covered with so much flowers. Yoongi’s eyes twinkled at the scenery in front of him. There was so much greenery. A tall tree stood right at the center of his viewpoint with bushes filled with different berries circling around it. Around the tree, there were different paths that led to different parts of the wide garden. One path led to a beautiful outdoor white porch while the other led to a display of some sort. Alongside the path that led to these areas, there were arrays of flowers that were blooming from the soil. The garden was absolutely beautiful.

Suddenly, the scenery triggered a memory in the baby’s head.

“Tae, do...you think its a good idea for me to go to the palace and meet the... King.” Yoongi could barely get the sentence out.

Taehyung stopped voicing his stuffed Lion at hearing Yoongi’s words. He frowned and looked up.

“You don’ want to?’ Taehyung cocked his head.

No. Yes? Yoongi didn’t know so he simply shrugged his shoulders in response.

“Well, TaeTae think you should go cause I would def-inentely go!” Taehyung smiled.

Yoongi frowned. “Why? You wanna see the King?”

Taehyung laughed. “No! C-Cause its cool! I-It’s a palace! TaeTae wanna see all cool stuff like on TV! Like....” Taehyung hummed as he thought. He gasped when he remembered. “Oh! Like garden!!”

“Garden?” It was Yoongi’s turn to cock his head. Why would anyone go just for a garden?

“Mm-hmm! Appa said palace has the prettiest garden in the world!!! It has a looooot of pretty flowers! Prettiest flowers in the world!” Taehyung exclaimed. The Little flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling with stars in his eyes.

“Appa realllllly loves flowers and TaeTae realllllyy loves Appa so TaeTae dream is to one day get Appa the prettieeeest flower there for ‘im!” Taehyung giggled.

Yoongi couldn’t do anything but stare at Taehyung with wide eyes. His friend looked so determined and the amount of adoration glistening in his eyes at the thought of his caregiver was so impressive. Yoongi didn’t know it was possible for a Little to love their caregiver that much.

Yoongi, Big or Little, was sure of one thing. He had to go outside. For TaeTae.

Yoongi was ready to crawl down the path that led to the porch. He was determined to get a beautiful flower just for his TaeTae. It needed to be a really beautiful one and he was sure this garden would have something like that. Yoongi was about to crawl the flowery path when a high pitched bark came from behind him. He turned his head back and he cocked his head when he saw the puppy go down another path, the complete opposite of the porch. Yoongi frowned. Where was the puppy going?

Yoongi didn’t want to lose the puppy. The baby turned around and crawled after the loose pet. Yoongi looked around in wonder once he was more down along the path. He crawled a bit more until he reached what seemed like an entrance. An arch of flowers stood in front of the entrance and Yoongi blinked up at it. Where had the puppy taken him?

Yoongi crawled inside and he gasped when he caught the sight of everything around him. There were so many roses. Only roses and a lot of them. They were all different colors, each of them beautiful in their own way. Aside from the roses, the spacious area had a lot of display cases. Inside the tall display cases were many different artifacts. One proudly displayed a long metal sword, another had a beautiful necklace, and there was one case that displayed a shiny crown. All of them were at each side of Yoongi and although they were awe-dropping objects that every citizen in Seoul would die to witness, the baby could care less about them. The thing that caught Yoongi attention the most was the wall of roses at the end of the path. There was a bench right in front of the wall of roses and there was also a beautiful display case in front of it but Yoongi didn’t care enough to see what was inside. All he saw was the perfect baby pink rose at the top of the wall. That was the flower he had to get for TaeTae.

It didn’t take much thinking for Yoongi to plan everything out. He will crawl over to the bench, climb on it, and use it to reach the beautiful flower at the top of the wall. Easy.

The plan backfired almost immediately when Yoongi realized how difficult climbing would actually be. The little frowned when his legs wobbled like a newborn deer as he tried to stand up. Usually he had a helping hand from either his Appa or Daddy but now doing it by himself proved to be a challenge itself. He grabbed onto the bench with such a tight death grip that his fingers turned white. Slowly, but surely, the Little managed to stand upright and he grinned at his own achievement. Appa and Daddy would be so proud of him!

After having the feeling of accomplishment in his chest, Yoongi was determined to carry out the rest of his plan. He carefully climbed on the bench and after a couple of minutes, the little one managed to be able to sit on his knees over the beautiful green bench. With a gummy smile, he looked up at the almost glowing flower at the top of the wall and seemed to be more excited than ever. All he had to do was stand up and grab it. Then Yoongi can gift the flower to his TaeTae.

After a few minutes, Yoongi carefully stood up on the bench. His heart skipped a beat when he almost lost his balance but he was quickly able to grip the bench for support. The baby didn’t want to think about (or it probably didn’t cross his mind) on what would happen if he fell down onto the cement floor that seemed far beneath him now. Instead, he looked up and saw that the beautiful rose was just over his head now. If he could just let go of the bench for a second and stretch his arm really high then he would definitely get it. So that’s what he did.

Yoongi smiled without a care in the world - something his headspace had lately made him do. He didn’t have to care about anyone or anything. He didn’t care how dangerous of a position he could be in. It didn’t cross his mind once on how scared and worried his Appa and Daddy may be right now. All he could focus on was on the pretty flower. Yoongi stretched his arm and opened his fingers wide towards the pretty flower. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty like his Appa. Pretty like his nursery at home. Pretty like-

Yoongi gasped. A small jolt of pain shocked his body and awoke him from his daydream. He flinched his hand away with fear and stared down at his pricked finger. The flower hurt him. The baby, not having any other thoughts except of the scary flower, didn’t think of the consequences of his actions. The strong flinch he gave made him lose his balance and instinctively made him take a step back. But there was no other surface of the bench left to stand on, except for the cement floor. 

Yoongi felt his heart stop. He was falling backwards.

“H-Hey!”

Yoongi had clenched his eyes shut, expecting the worst pain he could manage, like the time he accidentally stepped on his legos or the time he accidentally crawled into the edge of a coffee table. But- it never came.

Yoongi’s eyes widened when he felt arms circling around him. His heart was beating a mile a minute and his bottom lip began to wobble. 

“No. Don’t cry, Yoongi-ah. I caught you. You’re okay, little one.”

Maybe it was his headspace that made him want to cry. Maybe it was from the scare that he could have gotten a really bad and painful ouchie. Maybe, it was because of the older looking man before him. It was not his Appa or his Daddy. Who was he again? Yoongi couldn’t remember when he was so little but the man looked a little mean and his really deep voice didn’t help. All of these thoughts were triggering the water behind the eyes, but it wasn’t until he felt a light sting did he finally realize why he felt in pain. Yoongi brought up his hand. All it took was one look at his pricked bleeding index finger for the little to break down into heart wrenching sobs.

The King was absolutely perplexed and taken aback by all the quick events that had just unfolded. One second he was in the garden in search of his missing grandson and the next he was carrying the missing little prince himself in his arms, who was now crying at the top of his lungs.

The King panicked for a minute. He never really had first hand experience with children or Littles like his late wife and step-son. He was raised as an only child and Seokjin did not become his step son until he was already in his late teenage years. 

“Don’t cry, little one. It's alright. I have you now” The King cooed. He had not noticed the cut yet because of his panicked state with the little so for a minute he simply rocked the younger. It wasn’t until Yoongi brought up his fist to wipe over his eyes did he see the metallic red.

“Oh no! What happened there? Were the flowers not being nice to you, Yoongi-ah?” The King softly spoke. Quickly, he grabbed his handkerchief from his suit’s pocket and carefully brought it to the little’s finger.

Yoongi flinched and whined when the older man wrapped the gold cloth around his bleeding finger.

“It’s okay, Yoongi-ah. You’re safe now. In a minute, we can find your Appa and Daddy! Wouldn’t that be nice?” The King spoke in order to distract the distraught little one.

Yoongi slowly looked up at the mention of his Appa and Daddy. He stared at the older man for a second before his attention was distracted by fluttering wings.

The King noticed the little’s attention become shifted and followed his gaze. He smiled at the sight of a beautiful light blue and purple butterfly relaxing on a leaf. Yoongi stared at the butterfly in wonder before it fluttered its wings and flew away. A cute pout formed on his lips.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Yoongi turned back to the King and blinked. The King smiled. “Let me show you something.”

Yoongi grabbed on to the King’s suit tighter when the man began to walk forward. The little would have been scared, but the scenery around him was too much for his curious mind. He allowed himself to be carried by the man without a fuss as he looked around the garden.

There was another butterfly, this one green and flying by the flowers. As they took a step forward, another orange butterfly joined them, and then a red one. Yoongi watched as the more they walked, the more the number of flying butterflies joined them. Eventually, the King stopped and Yoongi looked forward. He awed silently at the view in front of him.

If Yoongi thought the other flowers were pretty, then the ones surrounding all around him must be magical. The white, red, and pink roses were shining brightly under the sun. They were guarded by what seemed to be hundreds of butterflies.

“Would you like a flower, little one?” The man suddenly asked. Yoongi subconsciously flinched at the question and gripped the man’s suit tighter.

The King was a little surprised by the reaction until Yoongi carefully brought up his finger and showed it to the man with a pout. Ah, The King thought. He understood now.

“It won’t hurt you, Yoongi-ah. Look. These flowers are our friends.” The King reassured. He reached out for a beautiful white rose and made sure to be careful about any thorns.

Yoongi was tense and seemed to fear for the man the entire time. He hesitantly watched as the man brought the flower closer to him.

“Isn’t it pretty? Would you like to be their friend?” The King tried to persuade.

Yoongi only blinked as he stared at the rose, but after a couple of more seconds, he finally reached out for the flower. He brought it close to him and watched it with curiosity. Then suddenly, a light purple butterfly landed on the rose. 

“Wow. The butterflies must love you, little one.” The King commented.

And, for the first time since he found him, he heard the Little giggle. The King’s heart melted at witnessing Yoongi’s gummy smile up close. The butterfly flew away after a few seconds and the little waved goodbye to it.

The King didn’t know it was possible, but he was starstruck by the Little. He didn’t know it was possible for him to feel love again for someone after his wife.

“Yoongi-ah, can I show you something else?” The King suddenly asked. Yoongi didn’t give a real answer except for a smile and a tilt of his head. He kept on looking at his white rose, feeling happy and excited because he was able to get his TaeTae a flower.

Yoongi felt the King walk them forwards until the King stopped in front of a stand. The Little gasped at the sight in front of him. 

Like previously, there was another display case standing tall in the middle of the garden. This one seemed to be far off secluded from the rest of the artifacts, the object having its own special private area with the butterflies in the garden. The King noticed Yoongi’s gaze and smiled. They both stared at the treasure inside the glass case.

A flower crown.

The King smiled at seeing the replica of the unique royal crown. He will never forget the special day. The King glanced over to the crown, and then to the curious Little, and then back. The King ran a few thoughts before he ultimately decided to just do it. Carefully, he walked behind the case where a pin pad was placed. He entered the code and a beep followed it before the glass case slowly opened up. Yoongi watched with wide eyes at the fancy technology.

The King leaned over and carefully grabbed the flower crown. Although this was a replica of the original (since the original crown had been made from real flowers), the red, orange, and yellow roses threaded on leaves still looked as real as the original one. Slowly, he brought it up over Yoongi’s head.

The Little gazed up as he saw the flowers coming closer to him. It looked so pretty and the colors were absolutely mesmerizing. A second later, the crown sat on top of Yoongi’s fluffy black hair. 

“Prince Yoongi.” The King sadly smiled. The crown looked perfect on Yoongi. 

The King admired the little one for a few more minutes in silence when a sudden high pitched bark rang and began getting closer. The barks were followed by rushed footsteps.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!” Seokjin yelled in relief at the sight of his little. Next to him stood Namjoon, equally shocked but exhausted at the running his husband made him do.

Yoongi’s head immediately turned at the sound of his caregiver’s voice. His eyes went wide in shock for a second before they became little crescents to match his wide smile.

“Ah!” Yoongi outstretched his arms for Seokjin.

Although the King didn’t want to let the Little go, he didn’t hesitate to pass Yoongi to his worried step-son.

“What happened to your hand, baby?” Namjoon immediately noticed the spots of dry blood around his little’s finger.

“I believe the little prince wandered off to the garden and got mesmerized by the flowers.” The King explained how he found Yoongi and how the baby almost fell after getting his finger pricked.

Both the caregiver immediately looked over to Yoongi with raised eyebrows as if silently asking him if this was true. Yoongi, being completely oblivious, stared back at them and gave them an innocent gummy smile.

“Well, you can’t possibly get mad at that face, now can you?” The King lightly chuckled. 

The prince seemed like he wanted to make a comment back, but his baby surprisingly interrupted him.

“Ah! Dah! ‘ook!” Yoongi suddenly babbled aloud from Seokjin’s arms. The caregivers gave back their full attention to the little and they almost melted into a pile of goo. Yoongi was pouting at them and pointing to the flower crown on his head. He was giving them an angry pout for not giving him any attention over his headpiece.

“Oh wow. Look how pretty my little boy looks.” Seokjin complimented his little after he finally relaxed from the big scare Yoongi had given them. In all honesty, Seokjin was now very surprised at the crown Yoongi was wearing. It was a very special and delicate piece of their history, he’s surprised his father allowed him to wear it.

Seokjin glanced back to look over at Namjoon’s reaction and he was shocked to see his husband look so emotional. 

“Wow, baby.” Namjoon admired. “You look so pretty. Just like your Appa.” Namjoon smiled fondly at his Little. He then pressed a small kiss on the center of Yoongi’s forehead. The boy cracked a smile and felt his heart warm at the attention. 

The Little raised his arms to his daddy and the caregiver gladly took him into his arms. The boy cuddled his head into his daddy’s neck and hugged him with his arms wrapped around him. The boy subconsciously let out a sigh of relaxation at the familiar smell of his caregiver and his eyes began to slowly flutter close.

“The little one must be tired after an eventful day.” The King commented. “I shouldn’t take more of your time. We discussed what we had to.” The King finished quietly.

Seokjin looked over to his father. He wanted to speak more about their previous conversation, but he did not want to continue it with his Little next to him. Yoongi did not need to worry about it. He spent all his life worrying. Seokjin and Namjoon could handle it.

“We’ll come back another time to continue our conversation, your majesty.” Seokjin replied to the King with a flat tone. He hadn’t forgiven his step-father for what he had done behind his back. The King understood that and gave Seokjin a nod.

Namjoon faced back at the King and gave him a polite bow of his head with the Little in his arms. Before he forgot, he carefully picked the flower crown off of Yoongi’s head. The tired baby didn’t even stir and kept his head resting on Namjoon’s shoulder. He must have already fallen asleep based on his rhythmic breaths. Namjoon walked over to the display case and returned the royal treasure back to its place. He stared at it for a couple seconds longer with a soft smile on his lips.

Seokjin was about to follow after his husband so they could leave when his father suddenly cleared his throat. The prince turned around to see the King give a sigh.

"Seokjin, I know it may not be much, but I will try to contact Australia. So that I can convince them to let us keep Daegu. I'm sorry it's not much." The King informed the younger with an apologetic tone.

The prince stared at his father for a few seconds before he finally gave him a small smile. "No, it's enough. Thank you for thinking of Yoongi."

The King smiled. "Well, anything for my favorite grandson."

Seokjin and the King looked over to Yoongi and Namjoon a couple feet away from them. Seokjin admired his baby's sleeping state in his husband's arms. He peaked over to his father and noticed he was doing the same. The prince really wondered what his adorable baby must have done in such a short time to make his father smile so much.

Finally, Seokjin noticed that despite Yoongi being in a deep slumber, he never once let go of his grip that held the beautiful white rose.

Chapter Text

It has been a week since Seokjin, Namjoon, and Yoongi visited the royal palace. Ever since the King had sat them down and informed them about South Korea’s current position, the two were a little more than stressed with everything going on. Namjoon made daily phone calls to his team that were in charge of taking care of his Little’s family while Seokjin worked from home on anything he could do to fix the country’s economic state. Namjoon and Seokjin spent the previous night in their bedroom discussing the issues after they put Yoongi to bed for the evening. Unfortunately, important issues like that could not easily be solved overnight, so the couple eventually fell asleep. 

Seokjin was exhausted after the long night and all he wanted to do was lay in bed with Namjoon’s arms wrapped around his torso for the rest of the day. But of course, the world always had different plans for them. Seokjin’s deep slumber was disrupted when he heard a loud doorbell echo throughout the house. The prince groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He winced when the early sun rays hit his eyes since they forgot to close the blinds. He took one glance at Namjoon, and based on his elephant snores, the rapper will not be answering the door.

The prince groggily unwrapped Namjoon’s arms from him and shoved the covers aside. He slipped on his velvet pink slippers before making his way to the door. He took a glance at the grand clock in their living room and noticed it was a little past eight in the morning. He sighed. Whoever was at the door will not be receiving the prince’s usual happy tone.

The doorbell rang again when Seokjin was a foot away from the door. A little haste, he grabbed the door and pulled it open. He gave a death glare and stood in front of the one and only,

“Jaebum.” Seokjin’s annoyed tone was present. “It’s eight in the morning.” The prince deadpanned.

Jaebum stood in front of the prince and gave a smirk, “Good morning, my prince.” He playfully bowed his head although Seokjin had told him a million times that he did not care about formalities. “Didn’t wake up on the right side of the bed, huh?” Jaebum chuckled.

“Jaebum, why are you here?” Seokjin asked instead. If the guards at the front gate allowed Jaebum to come all the way to his door, then he was here with a reason from the palace. 

“What? You forgot?” Jaebum was genuinely surprised. He lifted up a royal letter and handed it to Seokjin. “Today, we are supposed to be shooting history.” He said while slightly lifting the expensive and delicate camera around his neck.

Seokjin was awake now. Shit, was that today? Seokjin thought as he quickly grabbed the letter.

Just as he guessed, the letter announced that today Jaebum will be photographing the royal family for a special magazine. The magazine that will be introducing Yoongi to the world.

“Alright, come in. I’ll wake up the boys and get us ready.” Seokjin said as he signaled the man to enter.

“Take your time. We need to set everything up either way.” Jaebum said as he stepped into the grand house.

Before Seokjin could say another word, more than ten staff appeared and followed after the photographer. There were stylists, men carrying props, makeup artists, and too much clothes for Seokjin to handle so early in the morning. Although he has modeled often, now that he was a caregiver everything seemed too much. Or maybe he was just getting old. Seokjin shook away the thought and made his way upstairs after greeting each and every worker. 

Now, to wake up the husband and baby. 

~~~

“Smile! Smile!” Jaebum said as he clicked the camera and tried to make his subject smile for the camera. 

Seokjin and Namjoon both scowled at the camera, keeping their death stare.

Funny enough, you would think Jaebum was struggling with the Little prince but it was quite the opposite.

Neither Seokjin or Namjoon were in a particularly good mood since they got about less than two hours of sleep and in the last hour they were prodded around by many people. Seokjin and Namjoon both got their hair done with their classic style of a gelled back hair do, they wore classy white royal suits, and they were wearing heavy jewelry around their neck and ears. They looked amazing, but they did not feel amazing. They just wanted the day to end. However, someone else could not say the same.

Yoongi was thriving! He was probably smiling every second of the day. The boy woke up from a good night’s sleep, had a yummy bottle for breakfast, and got doted on by so many hair, makeup, and dress stylists. They dressed him in very comfortable clothing and made him so handsome too. His first outfit of the day was a royal white and gold suit that matched identically to his caregivers. The hair stylists gave him a cute perm that made him look adorably innocent. After getting ready, the caregivers placed him on a playmat next to Jaebum so they could keep an eye on him while they got their photos taken. Jaebum even gave him his phone so he could be kept entertained. His Appa and Daddy have never given him any form of technology, so playing games on Jaebum’s phone was absolutely amazing! He giggled when he clicked on a game that had animals. He curiously tapped on a familiar animal and his eyes went big when it made a noise.

“Moo!” Yoongi mimicked the cow with a gummy smile.

Although the caregivers felt horrible, the sudden adorable sight of Yoongi mimicking the cow finally brought a smile to Seokjin and Namjoon’s face.

“Good idea, little prince! Can you tell me how a puppy sounds?” Jaebum randomly asked afterwards. 

The caregivers were confused at the random question and so was Yoongi for a second until his little head processed the question. He knows this! He knows this!

“Woof! Woof!” Yoongi moved his butt around in excitement. Like magic, the caregivers chuckled.

“Perfect!” Jaebum suddenly shouted. He finally caught a photo where the two royals were not glaring at the camera. Despite them looking sexy in those pictures, Jaebum was trying to produce a happy magazine, not one for Calvin Klein.

Seokjin had to give it to Jaebum. He was a great photographer and moments like these proved why he remained to be the best photographer in the country. 

With the mood lifted thanks to Yoongi, the caregivers finished their couple and individual photo session quickly. Usually, their photo session lasted hours but since this magazine was centered on Yoongi, they didn’t need much pictures of them this time.

“Okay, little prince. Are you ready for your solo photoshoot?” Jaebum crouched down next to the Little on the playmat. Yoongi looked up from Jaebum’s phone with innocent eyes and his head tilted when he realized the photographer was hiding something behind his back. Jaebum chuckled when he realized the prince had noticed and revealed what he was holding. Yoongi gasped at the sight. It was so shiny and pretty!

“Oh my god, it's so beautiful.” Seokjin said as he caught sight of the delicate headwear.

In the photographer’s hands, he held a clear case with Yoongi’s royal crown inside it. It wasn’t the original one since it was tradition for him to receive the real one on his Royal Registration day, but the replica of it was just as beautiful and most likely valuable as well. It was gold with a sleek, sophisticated look to it - much like Namjoon’s - but if you look closely at it, there were flower designs engraved on it as well - much like Seokjin’s. 

“Wow, your father sure knows the best designers.” Namjoon smiled as he appeared next to the crowd and examined the beautiful crown. Despite it not being the real one, Jaebum allowed Namjoon and Seokjin to do the honors. Namjoon carefully opened the case and Seokjin neatly placed it over Yoongi’s fluffy hair. Yoongi tilted his head back to see it, but he pouted when the crown just went back with his head.

“Alright, let’s have him take a couple of pictures and then a family portrait. Can you put him on this blue rug?” Jaebum stood up.

The prop masters had already arranged an area in their living room for Yoongi’s first photoshoot. They decided to start simple for the first set of photos to not overwhelm him. There was a corner prepared in the living room with toy blocks, trains, and stuffed animals placed on the floor. In the center, a soft fluffy blue rug was placed where Seokjin carefully sat him down. Yoongi at first had pouted up at his Appa for putting him down and walking away, but his attention was stolen by all the toys surrounding him.

“Oh, Yoongi, baby. Can you please look up towards Uncle Jaebum?” Namjoon softly tried to redirect the distracted Little’s attention from where he stood next to the photographer. Instead of looking up, Yoongi grabbed a green turtle that reminded him of one of his own stuffies and shook it. He giggled, completely ignoring Namjoon. The caregivers heard the camera flash go off and turned around to Jaebum.

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. He’s a Little so we’re not expecting him to pose or look at the camera. We’ll take a couple of photos of him playing and maybe we can get him to pose for one or two pictures if he’s up for it.” Jaebum kindly explained. Namjoon and Seokjin nodded, looking over at Yoongi and seeing him curiously test all of the toys. Seokjin smiled, thankful that at least Yoongi was not having a meltdown for the photoshoot.

After a couple of more photos of Yoongi curiously picking up the toys, the caregivers in the room noticed that the Little was starting to get bored. Yoongi frowned and raised his hands up to the caregivers so he could get picked up. Ah, there was the meltdown that Seokjin was expecting.

“Do you guys have any toys that he enjoys? I think we can try taking that one or two photos that I was talking about and wrap his first solo session up.” Jaebum asked the two caregivers.

Namjoon and Seokjin looked at each other, telepathically asking each other if there was a toy that would immediately make that frown turn upside down.

“Oh wait, I think I might have one.” Namjoon suddenly said before he sprinted to the bedroom. He was gone for about a minute and then returned holding one of Yoongi’s favorite toys, his life-sized Kumamon.

Yoongi gasped. “Ku-mon!” The Little’s eyes lit up when he saw his huge friend. His Appa and Daddy usually never allowed Kumamon to come out of the playroom (mostly because it was a hassle of taking the bear back and forth from the room) so it was amazing to see one of his stuffed animals out in the living room. Now, instead of lifting his arms to his caregivers, he outstretched them so his Daddy could give him his friend.

“Oh, wow. That is actually perfect.” Jaebum was genuinely surprised and he was excited because his creative brain already thought of the perfect way to have Yoongi pose. Quickly, he signaled the staff to remove the scattered toys from the floor and turned his attention to Namjoon.

“Okay, before you put him down, can you stand right next to me with it?” Jaebum asked. Namjoon, although confused because he was sure Yoongi’s frown would return if he didn’t give him his toy, listened and stood next to him. As expected, Yoongi’s smile dropped.

“Ku-mon?” Yoongi sadly said and pouted up at his caregivers. Why weren’t his caregivers giving him his friend? Seokjin’s heart shattered and he almost demanded his husband to give him the black bear when Jaebum spoke again.

“Okay, little prince. Your friend is so excited to see you, but he needs a little help. Do you think you can help him?” Jaebum asked the Little.

Yoongi blinked. His brain didn’t really understand what the man was saying except for help and friend. Well, he knew he should always help a friend! Yoongi finally nodded.

Jaebum smiled. “Alright, can you show him how to…stand?” The man asked.

Yoongi perked up. Stand? His caregivers have been making him practice all week! Especially after his certain incident…

Yoongi rapidly nodded and put his two hands on the floor before he carefully lifted himself. He stood on his two legs, a lot more balanced and less shakier than the previous week.

“Did it!” Yoongi outstretched his hands at his sides with a small smile to show off his accomplishment. The camera clicked.

Jaebum smiled.”Wow! You did it! And you know who learned from you?” Jaebum discreetly nudged Namjoon’s side. The rapper let out a little ‘oh’ before he lifted Kumamon up more to make it seem as if it was standing. “Your friend!”

Yoongi dropped his hands and gasped again. “Did it!! Did it!” This time, Yoongi smiled so widely that he revealed his adorable gummy smile. The camera clicked again.

“Now, he can walk over to you and give you hugs!” Jaebum exclaimed. Namjoon caught onto that one and happily made the bear ‘walk’ over to him. Yoongi smiled and hugged Kumamon tightly. He got a little tired on his feet, so Yoongi sat back down on the rug but brought his friend with him and continued to hug him. Jaebum took photos of the entire scene. Then, another light bulb went off on his head.

“Hey, little prince. Your friend thinks your crown is so pretty! Would you let him try it on?” Jaebum asked him.

Yoongi perked up once again and nodded. With a clumsy hand, he took off the crown on his head and gently placed it on his friend. Kumamon was a prince now too! Yoongi giggled and hugged his friend again. Jaebum was there to catch the domestic scene. 

Seokjin and Namjoon watched the photoshoot in complete adoration. They were sure the last photo was going to be amongst the most popular photos because it revealed that before a prince, Yoongi was also just an innocent Little as well.

“Alright, we’re done with those sets of photos. Can you two go to the white backdrop so we can take a family portrait?” Jaebum instructed the couple. 

Seokjin picked up Yoongi before the staff led them to another space in the living room that had a long white backdrop placed. In the center, there was an upholstered royal chair for Yoongi to sit on, so he gently sat the Little down.

Yoongi curiously watched the stylists give his caregivers replicas of their own crown - Namjoon’s sleek, jeweled gold crown and Seokjin’s flower crown - and place them gently over each other's head. Then, Namjoon stood at Yoongi’s right side while Seokjin stood at Yoongi’s left side. Although he wasn’t in their arms, the Little still felt comfortable and protected with both caregivers next to him. He smiled at each of them before he looked at the camera in front of him.

“Okay, smile!” Jaebum said. Yoongi smiled brightly, his caregivers doing the same. Jaebum snapped the photo before he looked down at his camera to examine the photo.

“What a beautiful family picture.” Jaebum smiled as he admired the royal family’s portrait that will soon be revealed to the public.

~~~

“Peek a boo!” Jaebum removed his palms in front of him and revealed his face.

Yoongi broke into a fit of laughter as if this wasn’t Jaebum’s twentieth peekaboo. 

“Wow, Jaebum. I never thought that you would be amazing with Littles.” Namjoon watched from across where he lounged on the couch.

Yoongi became velcro to Jaebum and has not left the photographer’s side since the morning. He would bring Jaebum his toys, ask him to carry him, and would babble endlessly at him. Yoongi definitely saw Jaebum as a cool uncle and wanted to be by his side at all times. Even now when they were all taking a short break he still wanted to spend time with Jaebum.

“Honestly, I didn’t think I would be great with Littles either.” Jaebum responded in between a peek of boo. “It's probably because of my own baby. He’s a troublemaker, but he’s definitely made me soft.” Jaebum teased as he thought of his own Little and how he was the light of his life.

Namjoon hummed, perfectly understanding what the other meant. Back in his teenage days, he was rapping in underground clubs in the not-most-friendliest of places, and now here he is changing diapers and waking up at crazy hours, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen him. Is he coming over later?” Namjoon asked regarding Jaebum’s Little.

“I hope so. Jinyoung wants to drop by later when I’m finished, so I think he’ll bring him along.” Jaebum smiled at the thought of the two people he loved the most.

Although Yoongi was still enjoying his game of peekaboo, he couldn’t help but hear about Jaebum’s Little. He wondered who he was. He didn’t even know Jaebum had a Little!

Before he could think any more of it, a little ding went off on one of their shelves. Yoongi perked up.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Yoongi called out for his Appa. Ten seconds later, Seokjin appeared with a little green watering pail in his hand. 

“I’m already a step ahead, baby.” Seokjin said with an amused face as he grabbed the small alarm clock and turned it off. He went over to Yoongi and the Little gladly allowed himself to be picked up and walked over to the shelf.

After their visit to the palace, Yoongi surprised them when they got home by revealing the beautiful white rose that he had been gifted in the garden. With limited words, he explained how his grandfather had given it to him and they had to take care of it. So now, it has become a little tradition in the house to water the flower every couple of days whenever the alarm clock goes off. It became a nice routine in their home and they enjoyed seeing Yoongi get excited about the flower. Seokjin even got him a small toy pail so he could water the plant himself. 

“Yay! The flower is nice and hydrated now.” Seokjin cheered once Yoongi finished watering the small flower pot and handed him back the pail. 

“Yay!” Yoongi copied his caregiver and clapped his hands happily.

Jaebum and Namjoon fondly watched from their seats at the wholesome scene.

~~~

“Well, don’t you look so soft and cuddly, baby.” Seokjin complimented his Little after he was dressed in his third outfit of the day. 

Namjoon had just brought him down from his room where the stylists retouched him and helped him get dressed for the next set of photos. Instead of the fancy clothes like before, he now wore a casual soft pale blue, white, and pink gradient sweater with white cotton pants. He had just woken up from his morning nap so he was still a bit quiet, but he made sure to return a smile at the compliment. He laid his head on Namjoon’s shoulder and sucked on his light blue pacifier that the rapper had grabbed for him before coming down. The caregivers were worried for a moment that Yoongi would no longer have the energy to want to continue the photoshoot, but lo and behold the universe sent help their way. 

In the form of an adorable Little.

“Yoonie! Yoonie! Yoonie!” The one and only Kim Taehyung was heard from the back door. With each ‘Yoonie,’ his voice grew louder until he finally found his friend in the living room.

“Yoonie!” Taehyung jumped when he finally spotted his best friend in Namjoon’s arms. 

“Taetae!” Yoongi’s eyes widened. He hadn’t seen his best friend in so long! The Jung-Park-Kim-Jeon family (as Taehyung loved to call it) had been in Japan for the last month for work related purposes. Yoongi squirmed in his Daddy’s arms until he was finally placed down on the floor and immediately enveloped himself into Taehyung’s open arms.

“Uncle Jin is here too, by the way!” Seokjin teasingly added after a couple of seconds of the two Littles hugging and completely ignoring everyone in the room.

“And Uncle Namjoon!” 

“And Uncle Jaebum!”

The other two men added afterwards in a teasing tone as well. 

At the sound of his uncles’ voices, Taehyung finally let go of Yoongi and sheepishly smiled at them. “Hi Uncles!” He waved at them with his familiar enthusiasm.

“Hi, Tae. Where’s your Appa and Daddy? And your brother?” Namjoon asked the Little. He then raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me you didn’t leave them behind in Japan.” The caregiver joked.

Taehyung giggled at his silly uncle. “They coming! Appa ‘n Daddy are jus’ slow cause they can’t catch Kookie.” 

Namjoon and Seokjin looked over at each other in confusement. Hoseok and Jimin couldn’t catch Jungkook? What, was the boy out crawling the two caregivers?

Suddenly, the sound of innocent giggles came from the back door. Like Taehyung, it grew louder as the person behind the adorable giggles got closer to the living room. Taehyung ran to stand at the side of the doorway entrance to the living room and lifted his finger to signal everybody else to be quiet. The caregivers and Yoongi were confused until suddenly a Little ran through the doorway, but not before Taehyung revealed himself and caught Jungkook by wrapping his arms behind him and lifting him off the floor. The Little’s giggled stopped momentarily, shocked that his running came to a halt, but then resumed his giggles when he realized that his Taetae hyung had caught him. Taehyung began to lightly swing him as he carried him to the couch.

“Appa! Daddy! Got Kookie!” Taehyung yelled loudly. 

A few seconds later, Jimin and Hoseok appeared through the same doorway Jungkook had entered, looking completely exhausted and out of breath.

“Oh my god, Kookie started walking?!” Seokjin squealed at the milestone the Little had gone through. The last time they saw Jungkook the boy was only crawling and standing for a few seconds. A lot can really change in a month.

“No, correction. Jungkookie started running.” Jimin said as he collected Jungkook from Taehyung’s arms and placed him on his hip. Jungkook gave Jimin an innocent bunny smile and Jimin returned him a teasing scolding look. 

“This baby has been running left and right. He has been giving us a heart attack every day.” Hoseok commented from the chair he had thrown himself on to recover from the marathon their Little sent them on.

“Look on the bright side, your baby might become a famous athlete one day.” Jaebum chuckled from the couch.

Jimin and Hoseok looked over and finally realized that Jaebum was in the room.

“Oh my god, hyung! I didn’t know you were here.” Jimin said to Jaebum, one of his longtime friends.

Jaebum scoffed. “Like Little, like caregiver I guess.” The photographer teased.

Jimin and Hoseok looked confused while Namjoon and Seokjin chuckled since they understood the joke.

“Jaebum’s here to take photos for Yoongi’s magazine.” Seokjin explained to his friends. The two caregivers gasped at the news.

“Oh wow, that’s amazing! It's so exciting that the rest of the world will finally be introduced to the little prince.” Hoseok smiled from his chair. Hoseok loved Jaebum’s work, especially his magazine. He also worked with Taehyung a lot since the boy loved to model for Little-related brands.

“Ooh! Uncle Jaebum, can Kookie an’ I be in it too?! I’m Yoonie’s best friend!” Taehyung gave him his infamous boxy smile to hopefully convince the photographer.

“Tae, this is Yoongi’s magazine. You two have had your own.” Jimin tsked at his Little. The boy really loved cameras and modeling.

“Oh, I think that would be an amazing idea! It’ll be nice having some pictures of Yoongi with his friends. What do you think, Jaebum?” Seokjin asked the photographer since at the end of the day, he was the one who was taking the photos and creating the magazine.

“Yeah, we can definitely have photos of Taehyung and Kookie with Yoongi.” Jaebum nodded. “They could play around and I could take a couple of photos.” Jaebum explained.

“Play? Yoonie, Kookie, look! We get to play and get our photos taken.” Taehyung happily exclaimed to the two younger Littles. Yoongi gave a smile while Jungkook clapped his hands from Jimin’s lap.

~~~

“Taetae is back!” Taehyung loudly announced his return. Jimin had quickly taken Taehyung and Jungkook to change after hearing that both his Littles would be featured in one of the most important magazines in history. There was absolutely no way he was allowing Jungkook to appear in the magazine with dirty clothing from his running. 

Taehyung had returned first from his home since Jimin had to take a little more time to get Jungkook cleaned and dressed up. He was wearing a more fancier form of a casual outfit rather than the plain shirt and shorts that he had on before. Now, Taehyung wore a long white collar shirt with a soft beige vest with comfortable white pants. He also had a white hat over his fluffy hair to add to his adorable image.

“Wow, don’t you look dashing?” Seokjin complimented the Little. The prince was the only caregiver in the living room at the moment along with Yoongi while Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jaebum observed their upcoming outside photoshoot (although the prince knew it was just an excuse for all of them to hang out).

“What do you think, Yoonie?” Taetae asked his shorter friend. He spun around in his spot so Yoongi could get a good look at his outfit.

Yoongi observed from his spot on Seokjin’s lap before he gave a clumsy thumbs up. Taetae had taught him that last time! Taehyung giggled at the response, clearly satisfied that Yoongi had remembered. Speaking of last time…

“Ah! Ah!” Yoongi began to wiggle and pulled on his caregiver’s sleeve. “f’ower! f’ower!” Yoongi exclaimed while pointing to the shelf that held the white rose.

Seokjin cocked his head, clearly confused. “The flower? Baby, we watered it already, don’t you remember?” The caregiver reminded the Little. However, it only seemed to cause Yoongi more frustration.

“f’ower! Taetae!” Yoongi added in demand this time. He was pouting because how did his caregiver not understand what he was trying to say? It was so clear!

Although Seokjin didn’t completely understand what Yoongi was saying, he got up with the Little nonetheless. Maybe he wanted to show it to Taehyung? Seokjin walked over to the shelf and grabbed the little pot that held the single flower before carefully handing it to Yoongi. 

“Oooh the flower is so pretty!” Taehyung had curiously followed the pair.

Yoongi smiled so brightly once he finally had the flower in his hands. He looked up at his caregiver and pointed to the ground, signaling how he wanted to be put down. Seokjin, glad to see his baby smiling so big, gladly accepted his request and put him down. He took a step back so he could let the two Littles admire the rose.

“Wow, Yoonie! That rose is so so so pretty! Where ya get it?” Taehyung politely watched from his spot with his hands behind his back. His caregivers always told him he shouldn’t touch if he wasn’t given permission and he didn’t want to destroy his friend’s beautiful flower.

“H-Ha-beo-ji!” Yoongi smiled so brightly while holding the flower pot high so Taehyung could see.

Taehyung’s eyes widened at his friend’s words. “From the King’s Palace?! That’s so cool!” Taehyung’s mouth hung open. He had only dreamed of seeing a flower from the garden and now there was one in front of him.

Yoongi nodded. Then, he said the words that neither Taehyung nor Seokjin was expecting.

“Is for Taetae!” Yoongi proudly exclaimed. He outstretched the flower pot closer to Taehyung so he could take it.

Both Taehyung and Seokjin were taken aback at the sweet gesture.

“For me?! Are you sure?” Taehyung was smiling so brightly, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to take such an amazing gift. He looked slightly behind Yoongi to ask Seokjin with his eyes if it was okay. Seokjin simply smiled and nodded. Honestly, the caregiver should have put two and two together. His Little was always asking when Taehyung was going to come over before or after they would water the plant. This entire time Yoongi was taking care of the rose so he could give it to Taehyung.

The sound of Jimin’s voice coming from the back door was suddenly heard.

Yoongi nodded again. “Taetae g-give!” He quickly said while pointing to the door where Jimin’s voice can be heard speaking to Jungkook.

Taehyung gasped. Now he remembered! Taehyung had told Yoongi once that he wished he could gift his Appa the prettiest flower from the palace’s garden one day. He didn’t think his friend would remember, especially since Yoongi was still Big back then and now he was so small in his headspace.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Yoonie!” Taehyung enveloped Yoongi into a big and tight hug. Seokjin was a little worried about the rose in between them, but thankfully Yoongi had held it securely with two hands. Jimin entered the living room with Jungkook in his arms once their hug was finished, so Taehyung carefully grabbed the pot before he hopped over to Jimin in excitement.

“Appa! Appa! Appa! Look!” Taehyung lightly pulled on Jimin’s sleeve. The caregiver had turned around to place Jungkook back on his feet (in which he ran off immediately to go find his daddy), so he hadn’t seen the flower yet. Before he could ask what was wrong, Jimin turned back to face Taehyung and noticed the beautiful rose in his hand.

“Oh wow! Isn’t that a pretty rose?” Jimin admired with a big smile. He loved flowers and he had never seen a rose so white and bright despite having a garden of his own. 

“I-It’s the most prettiest from the palace!” Taehyung enthusiastically explained. But then, he got a little shyer and held up the flower closer to his caregiver to take. “And cause Appa is the most prettiest for me, it’s for y-you, Appa!” He said a little quieter, but he still had a boxy smile on his face.

Jimin’s eyes widened, completely taken aback by the sweet words. Jimin’s eyes almost became teary. He couldn’t help but crush Taehyung into a tight hug.

“I love it so much, baby. Thank you.” Jimin softly said, holding his Little tight in their hug. Taehyung smiled, not minding the hug one bit.

Although Seokjin became paranoid about the rose being between them again, he was able to ignore it for the adorable heartfelt scene. Seokjin smiled, realizing where Taehyung got his affectionate side from. He looked up and realized Jimin was looking at him while still hugging. Jimin mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the prince and Little, knowing the two must have taken some part in his gift. Seokjin smiled and grabbed his own Little, giving him a back hug from behind. Seokjin bent his head down, giving Yoongi a kiss on his forehead. Yoongi giggled at the ticklish feeling, adorably looking up at Seokjin with a scrunch of his nose.

~~~

Now that Taehyung and Jungkook had joined his photoshoot, Yoongi was having so much fun. Before, he felt absolutely exhausted after a couple of photos and wanted to take his afternoon nap early, but now he skipped the nap entirely so he could spend more time with his friends. They had an outside photoshoot where he laughed at Taehyung and Jungkook playing tag. Then, they played hide and seek and each of them had creative hiding spots. It was fun for them, but the caregivers may have gotten a scare once or twice. However, Jaebum was having the time of his life as the photographer. He loved it when he captured his subjects genuinely having fun since it made it more real in the magazines. He had a feeling that Yoongi’s gummy smile was going to be adored by the entire country and he was glad that he captured so many photos of him smiling because he was having fun.

“Okay, these are the last set of pictures I need and then we’ll be done!” Jaebum announced to the group once they had taken a fifteen minute break and when he got the confirmation from the crew that they were done setting up inside.

“Do we get to play more?” Taehyung said as he bounced around the group while they walked back inside. 

“How on earth do you and Kookie have so much energy-” Hoseok paused once he realized that what he was saying sounded awfully similar to another incident. “Tae. Kookie. Did you two happen to sneak into the candy jar?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow. He should have guessed this a long time ago. Taehyung and Jungkook were so much faster, jumpier, and giggly than other times.

Jungkook stopped jumping around. He innocently shrugged his shoulders and hands as if saying that he had no idea what his Daddy was talking about. Taehyung, however, did not get the message.

“We didn’t sneak into the jar, daddy! You just forgot to put it back.” Taehyung innocently confessed, but he did not seem to mind his confession since he was happily skipping around.

“Well, he does have a point there. I would’ve grabbed a couple too.” Namjoon piped up from where he carried Yoongi on his back. His daddy always gave the best piggy backs.

“Yah, Namjoon-ah, stop encouraging my babies into becoming candy addicts.” Jimin teasingly said as he sat down on the couch in the living room. Despite his words, Jimin would let go of it this one time since he was sure that his husband must have forgotten to put away the candy jar.

“Speaking of candy addicts, Jinyoung just texted me that they’re outside. I’m sure the three of you will enjoy having another playmate.” Jaebum said with a smile as he thought of his own Little.

Yoongi didn’t think anything odd of Jaebum’s words until he realized one detail. Taehyung stopped jumping and his smile fell.

Before Yoongi could question what was wrong with Taehyung, the doorbell rang. 

“Oh! That must be them.” Seokjin exclaimed, excited to see Jinyoung again. He disappeared out of the living room as he made his way over to the front door.

Namjoon had placed Yoongi down by now and left him standing by the couch. Yoongi looked around for Taehyung when the Little suddenly appeared next to him. Yoongi cocked his head when he saw that Taehyung’s smile was still gone and instead he was biting his lip nervously. Taehyung didn’t say anything except grab his hand in an almost encouraging way when he heard that Jinyoung and Jaebum’s Little were getting closer. Yoongi was confused. Was Taetae scared? Why would he be scared?

“Bambam!” Jaebum happily greeted and opened his arms.

Yoongi’s blood went cold. The Little turned around and there he was, the face that frequently appeared in Little Yoongi’s nightmares despite never meeting him in his Little headspace. 

“Daddy!” Bambam greeted with an even louder enthusiasm than his caregiver. He ran into Jaebum’s open arms and his caregiver expertly picked him up. Bambam wrapped his arms and legs around Jaebum’s body with his eyes closed. However, Yoongi’s heart jumped when Bambam opened his eyes and he was staring right at Yoongi. 

“Hi, baby!” Bambam greeted with such an adorable innocent face, Big Yoongi would have thrown up at how fake it was. However, Yoongi was not Big at the moment. He was Little. And in such a Little headspace, Yoongi did not understand why he was scared of the boy in front of him. The Little didn’t say anything except step back and hide behind Taehyung’s body, holding onto his shirt tightly.

“Oh, he’s probably shy since this is your first time seeing him in his headspace.” Seokjin commented from the side, but he didn’t force Yoongi to greet him. He didn’t want to push Yoongi into interacting if he felt shy or uncomfortable.

“I’m sure he’ll open up to you soon, baby. He’s such a nice and sweet Little. I’ve had the pleasure of taking the little prince’s photos all day and I just want to take him home with me because of how cute he is.” Jaebum commented with a chuckle.

Taehyung was the only person in the room that noticed Bambam’s innocent smile falter at the sound of Jaebum’s words. Before the little devil could get any bright ideas, Taehyung intervened.

“Uncle! Let's finish taking flashy or Yoongi gonna be sleepy.” Taehyung spoke up.

Jaebum chuckled. “Good call, Tae. We should wrap up after having a long day.” The photographer agreed before gently placing Bambam back on the floor. The Little gave Taehyung and Yoongi a glance before his prior smile returned to his face.

“I wanna help, daddy! Please?” Bambam turned back to his caregiver. Jaebum smiled and nodded before he ruffled Bambam’s hair in an affectionate way.

Yoongi frowned as he watched the entire interaction. Jaebum’s Little was Bambam? His cool Uncle was Bambam’s daddy? Although Yoongi felt Little, he didn’t have a good feeling now that Bambam was in his house.

~~~

The final location for their photoshoot was Yoongi’s playroom which should have been fun, but the Little couldn’t help but feel on edge the entire time. Bambam was technically not doing anything that could raise suspicion. Actually, if Yoongi hadn’t met Bambam prior to today, he would have just thought he was a normal Little.

Bambam wasn’t playing with Taehyung, Jungkook, or Yoongi, but that was because he was trying to assist Jaebum while he photographed. Bambam would pick up a toy and offer it to Yoongi or he would give Jaebum ideas on where Yoongi should get his pictures taken. He actually made an amazing suggestion by telling Jaebum that Yoongi should pose on his rocking horse that sat in the playroom. That idea had earned him multiple praises and compliments from Jaebum which Bambam absolutely beamed at. Yoongi silently watched the Little. Maybe Bambam had changed?

“I still don’t trust him.” Yoongi suddenly jumped at Taehyung’s whisper in his ear. Much like Yoongi, Taehyung had also been watching Bambam closely.

The two watched from ten feet away as Jaebum carefully placed his camera around Bambam’s neck after he had sweetly asked to. The scene seemed domestic for Yoongi, but Taehyung’s smile was still gone. Personally, Taehyung didn’t feel entirely comfortable having no caregivers except Jaebum in the room. However, he did want their caregivers to enjoy spending time with Jinyoung downstairs so he hadn’t said anything when they stayed behind. Either way, he was a big boy and he could protect Yoongi and Kookie if Bambam was being a bully! 

“Daddy, can I take a picture of Yoongi?” Bambam’s voice interrupted their hush conversation.

“Of course, sweetheart. Let’s make this the last one though because it seems like some of us are getting a little tired.” Jaebum commented. Everyone couldn’t help but stare over at Jungkook who was sitting on one of the bean bag chairs looking like he was going to knock out any second now. The Littles giggled when Jungkook blinked his eyes open again when he realized everyone was staring at him.

“How about we take a photo over here.” Jaebum said as he pointed by Yoongi’s art and craft section.

Yoongi crawled over to the area before he carefully stood up from the floor. However, Yoongi failed to notice a stray toy car that was behind him and lost his balance for a second. Instinctively, he grabbed onto the nearest thing that could support him which happened to be his shelf full of art materials. He didn’t think much of it since he regained his step, but then he suddenly heard a shriek.

“Yoongi!” Jaebum grabbed Yoongi and pulled him to the side. The sudden pull made both of them lose their balance which resulted them on the floor. Yoongi didn’t realize why he was dramatically pulled away until he heard the noise. A big glass jar fell from one of the top shelves, landing in the exact spot Yoongi was standing before Jaebum pulled him. Yoongi didn’t have time to process that scary thought though because there was suddenly a collective gasp.

“Daddy!” Bambam shrieked in fear. 

Jaebum clutched his hand to his chest. One of the large glass pieces of the jar had jumped from the height that it fell and somehow cut the top of Jaebum’s hand. Instead of worrying over himself, he asked, “Little prince, are you okay? Did any of the glass hit you?” Jaebum asked with worry.

Yoongi's eyes widened and he shook his head. No, he hadn’t gotten hit thanks to his cool uncle.

“Uncle, are you okay?” Taehyung asked from a distance in fear. He knew he wasn’t allowed closer since there was glass everywhere. Jaebum was holding his hand close to his chest, trying to shield his injury from the Littles. Bambam, however, noticed the gash across his hand that looked too deep for just a bandaid. 

“It’s okay, baby. It's just a cut.” Jaeubum forced a smile towards his Little when he noticed Bambam staring despite being in unbearable pain. He looked over to Taehyung. “Tae, is there any way you can get any one of the caregivers for me, please?” Jaebum tried to calmly say, but inside he was definitely worried if he was going to need stitches.

Taehyung nodded without hesitation and ran out of the room in search of a caregiver. Jungkook also followed behind so he could help his brother.

“Daddy, you’re bleeding.” Bambam panicked when he saw the red oozing out from the hand.

Jaebum frowned. Carefully, he grabbed Yoongi’s hand with the one that was not injured and carefully guided him far away from the glass. Bambam followed them once they were near him. 

“You two stay here for a minute, okay? I’m going to run to the bathroom to get something to press against it. Please do not go anywhere near the glass.” The caregiver explained to the two Littles in front of him. Once he got a nod from the two, he stepped out to find the nearest restroom.

The commotion left as soon as it came once Jaebum stepped out. Yoongi didn’t understand anything that was going on, everything had moved so fast. Uncle Jaebum had an ouchie? Was he going to be okay?

Yoongi was too deep into his thoughts that he did not expect to be suddenly shoved down onto the ground. Yoongi whimpered when his hands hit against the wooden floor. He looked up and his body froze when he realized Bambam was staring down at him with fire in his eyes.

“How dare you hurt my daddy?!” Bambam yelled. He grabbed a toy and chucked it at Yoongi’s face. The Little thankfully shielded his face with his hands before it could hurt him.

“Y-You stupid little prince spent all day with my daddy! You try to steal my daddy! And then you give him an ouchie?!” Bambam was absolutely enraged and continued to throw any nearby objects at him. Yoongi began to cry when he grabbed one of the bigger storybooks and it hit his shoulder. A purple bruise would later form underneath his shirt.

“Ugh, you little crybaby!” Bambam stopped throwing things and rolled his eyes. “Stop pretending to be Little! You don’t even deserve to be a prince. Y-You’re just a poor boy from a gross town. Do you think Seoul is going to like you once the magazine comes out?” Bambam yelled. Yoongi sniffed, confused on why the Little in front of him was suddenly acting so mean to him. Little Yoongi has never even met him or knew what he was talking about!

Bambam, seeing that Yoongi wasn’t fighting back like last time and continued to have tears roll down his cheeks, screamed one last time. “No one likes you! Your real family doesn’t even like you. Your Appa an’ daddy don’t even like you! T-They’re gonna abandon you just like you abandoned your real family!” Bambam threw one last stuffed animal at him. It hit Yoongi’s cheek this time.

Yoongi’s face immediately went from frowning and into an angry expression. He grabbed the stuffed animal and hit it back at the spoiled brat. 

“Leave me ‘lone!” Yoongi yelled back. The Little was tired of Bambam and his mean words. He didn’t understand what the Little was telling him, but his heart must have because it felt heavy. He grabbed the toy blocks and the cars that Bambam had thrown at him, and aimed them back. Bambam yelped when they all hit him, not expecting to be attacked back.

“Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!” Yoongi yelled back as he continued to throw back the objects blindly. He grabbed the real heavy storybook and had it ready in the air to throw when suddenly-

“Yoongi!” Seokjin rushed into the room and snatched the book from his hand. Before Yoongi could say anything to his Appa, loud wails erupted. Yoongi glanced away from Seokjin and realized that Bambam had begun to loudly sob, holding his arm where Yoongi had previously thrown a plastic toy train at him.

“Uncle Jin! Yoonie is being mean to me!” Bambam cried while pointing an accusing finger at him.

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed. “No! No! No!” He yelled and grabbed a stuffed cow. Before Seokjin could react, the Little threw it at Bambam, effectively hitting his head.

“Yoongi! Stop it.” Seokjin scolded and grabbed both of his hands before Yoongi could grab another toy. Yoongi paused his angry look to look at his caregiver in disbelief. Was his Appa mad at him? Bambam was the one that started it. Yoongi began crying again, but this time from anger. He threw himself on his back and began kicking and screaming because his Appa wouldn’t let go of his hands. He was so tired from the long day and now here he was getting blamed at for something that wasn’t his fault.

Seokjin sighed, but allowed Yoongi to continue his tantrum. He looked over to Bambam who was no longer crying, but he still had tears running down his cheeks.

“Are you okay, Bambam? Did you accidentally become a victim of his tantrum?” Seokjin asked the older Little. He wasn’t exactly sure what had resulted in Yoongi’s tantrum, but he will try to ask his little boy about it later.

“I-It’s okay, uncle. I think the baby is just sleepy.” Bambam innocently suggested. “See! Doesn’ hurt!” Bambam smiled through his tears and showed out his arms to his uncle. Yoongi raised his head at Bambam’s words. He was getting angry again. Bambam gave him bruises! Yoongi didn’t even hit him hard. He was glad his Appa was facing towards Bambam because he didn’t get in trouble for sticking his tongue out at Bambam. Bambam didn’t react though because he knew his Uncle didn’t suspect a thing regarding the truth.

“But is my daddy’s ouchie okay?” Bambam softly asked after, remembering what had caused their entire fight in the first place. Now, the Little was genuinely upset at thought of his caregiver being in pain.

“Your Daddy is fine, Bambam. Thankfully Taehyung and Kookie found us and we saw your daddy in the bathroom.” Seokjin explained with a smile. “And we’re lucky that Jinyoung is a doctor and your daddy’s fiance. He should be bandaged up soon.” The prince reassured the Little.

Bambam broke out into a smile at the good news and hugged Seokjin. The prince was taken aback at the sudden affection, but he held the Little tightly. Unbeknownst to him, it was only so Bambam could look back at Yoongi without the caregiver noticing. He gave a sly smile to Yoongi and returned the action of sticking out his tongue. Yoongi glared at him back.

“Bambam? Are you in here?” Jinyoung’s head popped into the room.

“Appa!” Bambam immediately let go of Seokjin upon hearing his caregiver. He ran to Jinyoung and hugged him, thankful that his Daddy is marrying a superhero that can fix ouchies.

Jinyoung smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair before looking up at Seokjin. “I think we’re going to start heading out now since it's getting late. Jaebum apologized that he couldn’t come back to say goodbye since I made him go relax in the car.”

Seokjin waved him off. “He definitely shouldn’t apologize. Tell him we said thank you for the photoshoot today and we can’t wait to see him work his magic on the magazine. We hope he feels better soon.” Seokjin responded. Jinyoung nodded and smiled back. Bambam happily said his goodbye as well before the two stepped out of the room.

“Now, what’s wrong with my little prince-” Seokjin paused after he turned back to face Yoongi, noticing that Yoongi fell asleep on the floor. The prince sighed, realizing that the baby must be exhausted from the long photoshoot, skipping his afternoon nap, and then because of his tantrum.

Seokjin frowned. But why did he have such an angry tantrum? Especially one so hard that it resulted in Yoongi becoming aggressive enough to throw his toys at Bambam. It wasn’t like the Little to have a meltdown like that without a reason. He’s definitely going to have to bring it up to the Little later, but for now, he’s just going to let his baby rest after having such an eventful day. Seokjin bent down and placed a soft kiss on Yoongi’s forehead. The boy smiled in his sleep before he curled himself into a ball, stuck his thumb into his mouth, and fell into a deeper sleep.