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Yoongi was desperate.
Ha.
And desperate times called for desperate measures.
Ha.
Seokjin would probably skin him alive if he knew Yoongi left his passed out self unattended on the hospital bed in order to win some other guy's favour.
But Ha.
Yoongi had only so much time before Jin woke up and became their newborn's favourite person on Earth, so he would bank his everything on trying to win Jungkook's favour now. Seokjin would have to understand; it might hurt him, but he would have to accept that he isn't the centre of the world anymore. Although, Yoongi idly thought, Seokjin wouldn't mind renouncing that title to his son.
The weight in his arms shifted a bit, and Yoongi peered down at his son.
Yoongi was a grown man, and he had no qualms in admitting he teared up when he saw his son looking at him, with wide, brown, doe eyes like those of his husband. The small bundle scrutinized him, before wiggling in the burrito wrap and snuggling his face into his father's chest. Yoongi melted like a marshmallow on a fire, clutching his son to his chest.
Let it be known that Min Yoongi is a man of iron will. He is stubborn, adamant, savage and vicious, all of those characteristics used to spit venom in his verses.
Let it also be known, that Min Yoongi's iron will curl up on itself like a Touch-me-not, will blush and sputter in the face of his son's cuteness.
Thank you for tuning in to the Author's TED Talk.
Yoongi was lost in his thoughts when Taehyung bounded in, and Yoongi swore he saw a tail wagging from behind the teenager, who ran over to him, cheering and throwing the Congratulation bouquet in the air.
So much for being alone.
"ChimChim," he exhaled, all but snatching his nephew from Yoongi's arms, "Just look at him! He's so small! He's as small as you!"
A squawk of indignation rang throughout the room, and sure enough, Jimin came hollering towards them, standing beside Taehyung like the combo pack they were. He ran his eyes up and down the newborn, his eyes crinkling at the corners as the baby opened his eyes and assessed the new entries. Taehyung passed him over to Jimin, who smushed his face to the baby's body, tickling him, leading to a gurgling giggle resonating throughout the room. Yoongi rubbed at his eyes this time, but he was sure that Taehyung's tail was back, tapping the floor excitedly as he looked at his soulmate with moony eyes.
"ChimChim! I wanna have ten of these! Just imagine, ten little Chims with box smiles!"
The boy makes it seem like you can buy babies in a grocery store. But Yoongi wouldn't comment; he valued his dick, his hair, his life- in that order- and Seokjin would tear him a new one if he heard that Yoongi tried to bully his first baby.
A small groan and a jumping Taehyung later, Yoongi had his hands full with his baby again, who seemed to be appreciative of Yoongi's quietness and stillness- both of which aided his nap time.
"Hyung! Hyung! How are you? Are you okay? How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
Jin groaned again, letting his eyes get used to the light. Jimin pulled down the shades, and Jin shot a grateful smile his way.
"One thing at a time TaeTae."
"Hyung, have you seen him? Have you seen the baby? He's so cute, Hyung! He's like you, but with Yoongi's height and attitude."
That lil shit-
Jin raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really?" And then he chuckled. "It doesn't look like Yoongi wants to give him to me though."
"I'll give him to you," he said slowly, and Jin raised his arms expectedly, "only after I'm convinced I'm the first one he chooses as his favourite."
"Possessive much?" Jimin laughed.
"It's my first child, unlike Jin who has Taehyung."
"Hyung!"
"Awww, it's okay Tae, don't worry." Jin coddled his brother, patting his hair. "Let Min Yoongi and Mini Yoongi bond for a while. I've never seen my husband looking like such a sap."
"Your husband has been promoted to father, Love. That's why."
"I can't believe Jin Hyung called this adorable little fluff ball a pain in the ass." Namjoon commented, and Hoseok shrieked, moving to cover Jungkook's ears. The boy just scorned at them both, judging them, hard.
"Well, he was, literally speaking." And Hoseok looked at Jin like he had kicked a puppy.
"How could you call your own flesh and blood like that?" He admonished, clutching the baby to his chest. Namjoon just shrugged.
"I don't know, Babe. He's rejected me thrice already, I don't think he approves of me as his Uncle."
Hoseok judged him silently.
"I would console you, Joonie, but I'm really glad your nephew has great survival instincts. Hell will freeze over before I give him to hold in your clumsy hands."
"I'll never be clumsy with your heart, I promise."
"Can y'all not do that with my baby in between? It's gross."
"Yoongi Hyung, the baby is the only beautiful thing that came out of the gross activities you did with my brother."
"Jin, do you mind if you're one brother less? Namjoon is the one with more IQ anyway."