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Seokjin added the last pieces of the carrots and continue stirring the hot baby food he currently making. “I think that’s basically is.” He hummed. “But honestly it’s up to your creativity. As long you keep in tab about the healthy minerals and vitamins the food contains, and make sure it’s soft enough for jungkook. Oh, and the flavour of course. But I don’t think that was a problem. You’re a pretty decent cook right, jimin?” he inclined his head to his side, where jimin was watching him making jungkook’s food.
Jimin nodded, hands holding a white pristine bowl. “I think so. I mean, Jihyun never complain?”
Seokjin smiled. “That’s good, then.” He makes a motion with his hand and jimin give the bowl to his waiting hand. Seokjin quickly scoop the mixture of baby food to the bowl. “Jungkook already could eat a more solid food, but he has a weak digestive system since he was born premature. So the doctor suggested to not give him adult food too often, until he’s big enough.”
There’s a slight turn on jimin lips that seokjin notice. “I see… is it bad enough? Is there anything that I shouldn’t do or I should do? I know you already told me the food he allergic to, but is there anything else that maybe I shouldn’t give to him-“
The older man let out a chuckle at her rambles. “Calm down, jimin.” He put the last scoop in the bowl before giving the now warm bowl to jimin. “He was born early, and considering that his mother wasn’t… the healthiest during her pregnancy,” he told her carefully. “Jungkook was born with some… complication at first. He didn’t cry for the first five minutes after he was born.” He leaned his back on the kitchen counter and tilted his head to the ceiling, watching the white on the roof looking like it was showing old memories.
Because when a baby did not immediately cry when they were born, you know something could be wrong.
And thos five minutes of their desperate plea and doctors attempts to make jungkook cry, even the slightest shrill, was probably the most dreadful moment in seokjin life. And don’t even think about yoongi. After all, he also lost his best friend that day.
“The doctor said that jungkook will be having a slight trouble growing up. But at the time, it was hard to detect anything from an infant. So the doctor just warned us the probability of jungkook might start walking later than normal, or he might have trouble speaking.” Seokjin said with a bitter taste in his mouth.
“And while he’s growing up, we know the first one wasn’t a problem, but sadly jungkook actually turns out to need a longer time to speak, we also noticed how he got sick easily. Yoongi was viral every time his son let out even a small sneeze.” Came a different voice from the kitchen entrance. Namjoon.
He opened his arms to seokjin, who gladly walk to his embrace.
“I was telling her!” seokjin whinned but burying his head in his boyfriend neck.
Namjoon laughed and pressed a chaste kiss on the side of the older men head. “Sure thing, I will pretend I didn’t see the tears on your eyes.” Seokjin huffed but didn’t say anything back.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” jimin mumbles, head bowing down. “Is he fine now?”
“Why are you sorry? It was not your fault. Nor it was anyone’s. And he’s getting better anyway.” Namjoon smile reassuringly. “He’s not sick so often anymore, although we still remain cautious, and he actually talking a lot more now. Thanks to you.”
Jimin lifted her head and blink at namjoon. “Me?”
“Mhm. You.” Seokjin answered instead, tilting his head to face jimin without detaching his head from namjoon’s shoulder. “Yoongi was not a very talkative person. Sure he tried, we all tried, but we only could try so much. None of us have the experience with kid. Until you came and actually engraving him to talk every time. He talked a lot more now. We’re still sorry though, we were so busy that sometimes we forgot to encourage him to talk.”
“Yoongi was very ecstatic when jungkook said a whole bunch of new words and even started counting to ten.”
Jimin blink her eyes. “Is that so?” she said in daze. “I didn’t know… I hope I didn’t do anything wrong...”
Namjoon grins. “Of course you didn’t. But be prepared to learn about the Min’s household from now on. And let me tell you that yoongi was all over the moon right now. Woozi texted me that yoongi was jittering the whole meeting, keep cursing about stupid Saturday meeting.”
Jimin cheeks feel warm from the new information she learned. But before she could answer there’s a high pitched scream of ‘jungkook don’t eat the block it’s dirty!’ and a shriek of ‘Oh my god is that spider?! Tae, jungkook just called a spider here! Jihyun hurry and banished it!’ followed by a yelled of ‘I hate spider too! Ask Jimin!’ from the living room.
Jimin sighed and quickly excused herself to run to the living room.
“Namjoon.” Seokjin whispers when jimin voice could be heard in the living room, mingling together with the loudness of the rest of the voices.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m so happy.”
“Me too.”
“Things finally looking up for yoongi, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Namjoon dipped his head and plant a soft kissed on seokjin’s forehead, lips lingering there. “But I still will kill him if he messed up again.”
Seokjin smile. “That’s fine.” He closed his eyes and savouring the tenderness of namjoon’s love on his forehead. “That’s fine.” He repeated.
_
When Yoongi opened the door to his apartment, he was welcomed with jungkook running – toddling – to him with arms spread wide and smile so wide that his bunny teeth were shown. “Daddy home!” he shrieked.
Jimin was following closed behind the toddler, arms also spread down in jungkook direction, ready to catch him if he fall. “Jungkookie don’t run!” she whined. There are laughs heard from the living room following her whine.
Yoongi grins and crunched down, catching jungkook in his arms when his son surged forward on his chest. “omf!” he huffed.
“Daddy home!” jungkook exclaimed, looking up to his father.
“He is.” The father smile. “Did someone miss daddy?”
Jungkook squealed and jump around in yoongi’s arms. “Kookie did!” He happily said. “And timmy!” He added with another excited squeal.
“Is that so?” yoongi raised his gaze to look at jimin questionably, who was staring with wide eyes at jungkook disbelievingly.
“I didn’t-“
“Yes she did!” Jihyun answered from where he was sitting on the sofa. “She kept asking when will you come!”
“And she was asking me what kind of food you like!” Seokjin added.
“Wha-“ Jimin whipped her head to their direction. “I was asking that because I wanted to ask about the groceries! And of course I need to know what kind of food he likes to eat if I will cook for him?!” jimin was trying to defend herself, but her red cheeks was cutely betraying her.
Hoseok laugh could be heard next. “Don’t worry jimin, I already change your schedules in the studio to weekdays. You could get to know him on weekends!”
“I didn’t!-“
Yoongi laugh and scoop jungkook up – who automatically wrapped his arms around his neck – and settles him on his left forearm before walking to jimin and gingerly put his right hand on her back, guiding her back to the living room. “Alright, that’s enough you rascals. Do you want her to have permanently red skinned?” he glance to jimin, and sure enough, the tips of her ears and her neck was also red now.
Oh how he was enjoying the sight.
Dinner was amazing. It was more like a feast that yoongi will never complain about. The combination of seokjin and jimin cooking was amazing, probably on the same level with his mom’s.
Everyone had leave, leaving the Min’s and Park’s sitting lazily around the circular sofas, watching some family movie that jihyun chose.
“Have you all settle down all your belongings?” Yoongi asked, watching jungkook munching a tangerine on jimin’s lap.
“Yeah, I had hyung-nim~” Jihyun said, eyes not leaving the television.
“Me and jihyun took the guest room on the second floor, is that alright? The one next to jungkook’s room.” jimin asked after cleaning another tangerine from its seeds and giving it to jungkook.
Yoongi frowned. “What do you mean ‘me and jihyun?’”
Jihyun rolled on the – too big – sofas until he’s lying on his stomach. “Meaning we don’t want to take too much space, so we will just be in one room~”
Yoongi clicked his tongue. “And who said you guys takes too much space? I have too much space and that space should be occupied.”
“It’s fine hyung-nim~ me and noona were roommate for as long as we could remember~”
Yoongi glare even more at the younger. He stand up suddenly, making jimin and jungkook jump, and pulled jihyun to stand up with him. “Then It’s time for you to have your own room. Come on, let’s move your bag to the other guest room on this floor.” He grumbles, pulling jihyun upstairs by his wrist, leaving no room for jimin and jihyun to argue.
Jimin stare at yoongi’s back as they walk to the stair, lips breaking to a smile. “Your daddy was very kind, kookie. You are very lucky” She told jungkook softly. “And thank you for sharing your luckiness with me.”
_
Yoongi woke to the sound of faint laughter from the kitchen.
He gingerly rose from the bed and checked the clock showing 9:24 on his night stand. For a few seconds it was blank for him, until his brain finally ready to work and snap him out of his sleepiness.
He never woke up this late for the past years.
“Shit, jungkook,” he cursed and throw the blanket from his body, running to the room next to his only to find that jungkook’s bed was empty and already made clean. Yoongi was about to enter his panic mode, when another laughter could be heard from downstairs.
He enter the kitchen and sighed in relieve when he saw Jungkook was sitting happily on his high chair with small baby biscuits on his hand watching jihyun groggily eating his breakfast.
And jimin.
She was breathtakingly beautiful in the morning. With her crumbled shirt thats sizes too big and shorts that’s peeking out slightly from under the end of her shirt. His eyes trailed up to her head and found something on her head. A hair clip. Her bangs were clipped with a small flower, showing the soft skin of her forehead.
“Good morning, hyung.”
Yoongi blink and found everyone was staring at him. “Uh, good morning?”
“Are you okay? You look kinda frantic there...” jimin asked with a soft frown.
“N-no, I’m fine. I just never woke up this late, I was kinda worried about jungkook.”
“Oh,” jimin said. “I woke up early, I mean, I kinda gotten used to it? And jungkook was up aroud 7 and I thought you could sleep more, since... well since we were here. I mean... I’m sorry.”
She left an unsaid sentence, but yoongi know what was on the younger mind. “No, no, that’s fine. This morning was just different, a good different,” yoongi smile to reassure her. “It’s now yours and jihyun’s place too, alright? Whatever you want to do here, you could. But nothing illegal of course.” He added the last, giving a teasing smile at jihyun.
“I would never!” jihyun grumbled, biting into his sandwiches.
Yoongi just laugh and take a seat on the chair besides jungkook, planting a kiss on the toddler head. “Good morning, kookie.”
Jungkook grins. “Daddy!”
“Do you want breakfast? I made sandwiches for jihyun, but I could fix you something quickly if you want something?” jimin asked, already getting up from her chair.
“Anything is fine, jimin. The sandwiches will be nice.” Jimin nodded and put a couple of sandwiches on a plate and give it to him.
After taking the first bite, yoongi hummed. “This is good, what’s inside?”
“I put bulgogi chicken inside, it’s not bad right? Or do you want it change?” jimin asked worriedly.
Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s good jimin. Really. I like it. I’m not a picky eater. You could give me plain rice and I will eat it anyway.”
Jimin nodded, with a small smile. “That’s not a good meal.”
Jihyun poked jimin’s side, making her jerked suddenly. “Yeah sure, talk about proper meal after you put meat on this bones, will you?”
“That’s rude! I already eat more!”
“Yeah, but those food haven’t give any meat to your bones!”
“That’s rude!”
Jungkook was giggling. “Wude!”
“Right, jungkookie?! Jihyun was rude, right?”
“Hyunie wude!”
Yoongi let out a chuckle as he silently eating his sandwich, enjoying the moment.
“Oh! I just remember!” Jimin suddenly exclaimed. “There are some things that you almost run out, I want to ask what kind of brand you usually use, I will go buy the groceries!”
Yoongi hummed, as he remembered something. “Wait here.” He stand up and went up to his room, grabbing his wallet before heading back.
“Here,” he placed a card in front of jimin. “I will transfer the money for the groceries and anything that you guys need monthly. Is 4.000.000 won enough?”
Jihyun gapes, eyeing the black card. “Wow,” He breath. “Wow.”
“That’s too much!” Jimin exclaimed. “I was barely made 1.200.000 won a month before, and I even use that for our apartment!”
Yoongi frowned. “Yeah, well, that was underpaid. And trust me, buying groceries here will cost more than your 500.000 won studio. And you guys never had an allowance before, use that for whatever.”
“It’s still too much,” Jimin reasoned. “If we don’t have to pay for our living costs, then it’s already more than enough.”
The lawyer just waved his hand casually. “It’s okay. If you have spare you could always take jungkook to the zoo or something. Or buy a new clothes yourself, I’m sure jihyun would like to buy a new shoes?” yoongi raised his eyebrow at jihyun. “Right?”
“Right!” Jihyun said happily, but tone it down after seeing his sister’s eyes. “Right. My shoes have holes on it. Uhm, having shoes with no holes would be nice? I mean with only one hole on top of it...”
“But...”
“No buts jimin, we will go buy groceries after this, alright? I will show you what kind of brand I usually use.” Yoongi paused to think. “Actually, I might not know all, it was seokjin hyung that usually fills the pantries, but I’m sure I will recognize some.”
“But...”
“Jimin.” Yoongi said in a firm tone, but his eyes tell otherwise. “Let me?” he asked in a way softer tone.
Jimin nodded her head wordlessly, finding it no use to talk about it.
“Also, I have a house keeper, she comes twice a week. So I don’t think you don’t need to do laundry or anything like that.”
Jimin frowned at the older man. “Then what should I do?”
“Besides studying and feeding us?” Yoongi grins, “Having fun, maybe?”
“That’s not fair, I barely do anything then.” She frowns even more.
“Honestly speaking, both of you doesn’t need to do anything besides focus on your study and doing what you like. Don’t ever think that you need to do anything for me, alright?”
Although this time yoongi could see that even jihyun wanted to argue, he was thankful that neither of them speak out about it.
“Alright,” yoongi turns his head to jungkook, who was busy smashing his cookies on the table. “Let’s get you clean and then we’re going to buy groceries, hm?” The toddler giggles as he caught his father eyes, lifting his dirty hands.
“Ah,” Jimin speak. “I will bath him. You should take a bath yourself.” She stood up before yoongi even answer, scooping jungkook from his high chair.
“Fine then,” yoongi waves his hand to jungkook when the toddler waving his hands as jimin bring him to his room.
“I should get ready too.” Jihyun said, making a move to stand up from his chair, but yoongi stop him. Yoongi jerked his chin slightly, gesturing jihyun to sit back down.
“How serious are you about being a doctor?” Yoongi asked when Jihyun sit back down on his chair.
Jihyun blink, but upon looking the elder eyes, he knows yoongi was talking seriously. Even his body language was relaxed, but there’s a slight change in his calm demander. “Very.” He answered with confidence. “I don’t want anyone leave me the way my mom did.”
Yoongi nodded. Their parent absence leaving deeper dent in jihyun than yoongi originally thought. Expectable, but with how jihyun and jimin behaved, it was barely noticeable. They were living in a thin bubble, containing only both of them, separating them from the wicked, dangerous world. You might think they were each other pole, but deep inside Mr. And Mrs. Park were their poles.
“And how confident are you?”
Jihyun gulped down his spit. “I’m trying my best.”
“That’s not my question, jihyun.” Yoongi raise one of his eyebrow.
The younger licked his lips before answering. “I’m 70% sure about getting in and 40% about getting the scholarship.”
Yoongi doesn’t answer immediately. He was simply staring at the younger, as if calculating something. Jihyun was growing more nervous as the older keep staring at him. “What do you think about hagwon?”
Jihyun fiddles with his finger, answering with a smaller voice. “I... I couldn’t join any. W-we don’t have money for that.”
“Will hagwon be useful for you?”
“I-I think yes. I’m not that good at English...”
Yoongi hummed. “How many month left until the exams?”
“About three and a half months.”
Yoongi put his elbows on the table and lace his fingers, body soon following to lean forward and resting his chin on top of his laced fingers. “Alright, here’s the deal.” He drawls slowly. “You could enter any hagwon you want, or getting any private tutor you want, any subject you need, I will pay for it. But,”
“But?...”
“But, change your confidence to 99% percent about getting in. Don’t worry about the scholarship, if you’re on 99%, scholarship will come as well.”
“But it’s in three and a half months... will that be possible?”
Yoongi barely lift his eyebrow in a taunting manner. “How do you believe it?”
Jihyun balled his clammy hands and slowly nodded. “I think it’s... possible if I use the time well.”
Satisfied with the answer, yoongi leaned his body back on the chair. “So, hagwon or private tutor?”
“Hagwon should be enough.” This time jihyun answered more firmly, confidence getting back as yoongi was being calmer than before.
“Subject?”
“Is it possible if I take all the subjects for the entrance exams?”
The lawyer lips finally break into a grin. “Sure.” He stand up from his chair. “I will ask my secretary to register you in the best hagwon.” Yoongi walk to circle the table and ruffles the younger hair. “But remember, the 1%percent I didn’t ask you was for your own faith alright? And also, study well, use your time well, but don’t neglect your health.”
Jihyun blush slightly.
“And also, don’t be too stressful.” Yoongi tones drops once more. “I know South Korea education is hard, living up to your dream is hard, meeting people expectation is hard.” Yoongi said seriously. “But that’s not everything we need. Jimin will always be proud of you. I will always be proud of you. Jungkook will always be proud of you. Heck, even namjoon, seokjin hyung, taehyung and hoseok were always proud of you.”
Yoongi was suddenly pushed back by the sudden force of jihyun when he pushed his chair and hug yoongi, almost knocking yoongi down. “Woah!”
“Thank you, hyung.” Jihyun mumbles against yoongi’s shoulder, where he planted his face on. “Thank you, no one ever treat me and noona like this.” Yoongi heard before he heard sniffles coming.
Yoongi raised his hand and put it on the back jihyun head, “Don’t thank me.” He smile and gave his head a slight pat. “From now on, let’s be happy, hm?”