Chapter Text
May 8, 2005
Parents’ Day
Yoongi woke up to the sound of a door closing. He looked around the room, the curtain doing a terrible work on preventing the sun rays getting into the room - he really shouldn’t have bought the cheap ones.
The white walls were covered with pictures and as the bottoms of it were covered with drawings in crayon, Yoongi didn’t mind it as much as he thought he would.
Jimin snorted beside him, his (shocking) orange hair framing the pillow, his cheek squished against it making his lips form a pout; he looked like an angel. Jimin has never looked so peaceful in ages, Yoongi was glad he could rest now.
The bed dipped at the bottom. Ah, the sound that woke him up.
Jungkook looked at him, struggling to get on top of the bed fully. He was still in his pajamas, Iron Man’s mask printed all over it. He wasn’t sucking on his pacifier, while it by itself was a given. He was a big boy now and big boys don’t suck on pacifiers.
Yoongi can’t help but smile.
Jungkook finally sat on the bed fully, big round eyes staring at Yoongi’s, his dark hair a mess. He looked at Jimin then, suddenly remembering what he came to do.
He was ready to open his mouth when Yoongi made a shushing sound, a finger coming to his lips. Jungkook mimicked the act. He laid back on the bed, head hitting his pillow. He fake closed his eyes and made an “Okay” with his finger at Jungkook.
The little boy’s eyes shined brighter than any constellation.
“Happy Parents’ Day, dads!!!”
July 2018, Wednesday
Moon bar
Yoongi didn’t know why Jimin called him asking if they could meet. Actually, he had an idea of what it would be, he just didn’t want to believe it.
The bar wasn’t packed, fuck, it was a Wednesday, it wasn’t supposed to be packed.
He had been there for an hour now. The bartender was staring at him weirdly like he was stood up by a date. Jimin hadn’t stood him up, he was just late.
The group of girls sitting at the table beside him kept on staring. Yoongi can’t help but smirk, because come on, he knows he looks good. The black shirt making him look like a serious man and the black ripped jeans giving him a jovial look. “Stop dressing like you are 20.” Jungkook’s voice echoes in his head. He is not even 40 yet, fuck him.
The bar door opens, making the little bell ring. Yoongi turns his eyes to the entrance, trying to see who had just gotten in. At first, he only sees a flash of black hair and he knows it’s Jimin.
Jimin had that hair color for years now, said it makes him look more mature and that his boss finally respects him. Yoongi said fuck to that too, Jimin looked amazing with blond hair and the kids loved it. His ass of a boss should give him respect because Jimin was an amazing nurse and did his job well.
Jimin didn’t have trouble spotting him.
“Look who is here, only one hour late. Breaking records, aren’t we Jiminie?” Yoongi jokes receiving an eye roll in response.
“Always so charming, Min Yoongi. Is this how you treat a date?” Jimin puts his black coat on the back of the chair, the white shirts clings to him, there is a pen hanging from the front pocket. So he was at work, Yoongi thinks to himself.
“Oh wow, is this a date? You should have said it sooner. I would have dressed better.” Yoongi smirks and Jimin smiles.
It isn’t a date, quite the opposite.
“How have you been going, hyung?” Jimin asks, signing for the bartender to come closer.
“Good, another company hired me, said they liked my songs.” Yoongi shrugs. Jimin’s eyes are wide open.
“Oh my god, hyung! That’s amazing!” His arms are around Yoongi’s neck before he can think of it. The chair almost falling forward. Yoongi’s hands come around Jimin’s waist to make sure the younger doesn’t fall.
It’s been a long time since he held the boy like that.
And he shouldn’t be having this kind of thoughts, oh my.
“How have you been? Kookie told me you got yourself a boyfriend, Beomsoo, isn’t it?” Yoongi fake smiles.
“Aish, this kid can't keep his mouth shut, I swear!” Jimin puts his hand over his forehead, his cheeks burning. He gets frustrated so easily. “ His name is Bongseok and we have been dating for… two years now?”
Yoongi spits his soda all over the bar. Two years ?? And he heard of it just now??
Jimin is hitting his back slightly, Yoongi’s face is full-on red from all the coughing.
“Hyung? Do you want some water?” Jimin’s worried voice echoes in his head.
“No, no Jiminie, I’m fine.”
Jimin looks worried, his eyes are wide open and his cheeks are a little red. Yoongi hates making him worried.
“I’m fine really.” He holds one of Jimin’s hands in his, but just for a brief moment since touching Jimin is still so damn hard for him.
“I came to talk about it with you.” Jimin says slowly, scared that Yoongi will have another coughing attack.
Yoongi doesn’t understand why he is doing it to him. Having to see his beautiful face every time he comes to pick Jungkook up isn’t hard enough? Yoongi regrets coming, he should have said some lame ass excuse for not going. Seeing Jimin is still hard.
“Well then, go on.”
Jimin isn’t looking at him, he never does when he thinks he will say something that will make him upset. He plays with his rings, all of them are silver but this particular one - silver, thin and with a little diamond on top- catches his attention.
Oh, he thinks, he gets it now.
“You are getting married.” Yoongi whispers.
Saying it out loud makes him want to throw up. He feels sick, his stomach hurts and his heart beats way too fast. He looks emotionless, though.
But Jimin knows him, knows him like no one else.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He whispers. Yoongi hates it, hates himself. Jimin shouldn’t be apologizing to him. Jimin should be screaming at the top of his lungs in happiness.
He is getting married.
Fuck.
“Did you tell Jungkook ?”
July 2018, Thursday
Yoongi’s Penthouse
His keys hit the bottom of the little jar he keeps on the entrance way too hard, the sound echoes in his empty house. All lights are turned off.
Yoongi waddles to the kitchen, his back aching from sitting on the shitty bar stool for too long. He checks his fridge just to find it empty, the lonely beer can staring back at him.
He didn’t drink in the bar because he was driving. Jimin, on the other hand, had taken at least 5 shots of some drink Yoongi couldn’t name. He wasn’t drunk when Yoongi dropped him off, just slightly tipsy.
He closed the fridge with his feet, can in hand.
“Were you out with dad?”
Yoongi jumps, his back hits the table, making him almost fall.
“Jesus Christ, Jungkook? What are you doing in the dark?” His hand comes to his chest, heart beating fast. He really didn’t expect to have company.
“Couldn’t sleep, stayed up watching something on TV.” Jungkook is sitting on the couch, hair messed up and eyes swollen from sleep. He looks young, Yoongi can’t help but to just look at him with pure affection.
“Yes, I was out with your dad.” He walked from the kitchen to the living room. It’s big, way too big for just one person.
The black leather couch is big, covering half of the space. Behind the tv stands a beautiful view of Seoul. He sits right beside Jungkook.
“Yeah, heard him saying something about it with Beomsoo…” The teenager rolls his eyes.
“It’s Bongseok.”
“Whatever”
Jungkook throws himself back, head hitting a pillow that he must have brought from his room.
He always did this, sleep on the couch instead of his room. Jimin says it’s because he doesn’t like to sleep in unknown places. Yoongi calls it bullshit since the boy loves to take naps on his bed and on the couch.
When Jungkook was younger, he used to call it his second room, his second house; always divided, Yoongi’s vs Jimin’s. Maybe he just doesn’t like seconds.
“Your dad…” Yoongi coughs “ seems to be really serious about this guy…”
“Yeah, I know.” Jungkook stares at him, eyes following his hand movement. Yoongi takes another sip from the beer can. “He told you they are getting married, didn’t he?!”
Yoongi spits his beer and Jungkook laughs.
“And what do you know about it ?!” Yoongi should be happy that Jungkook already knows, one less thing for him to worry about.
“That idiot told me, said dad wanted to make it a big deal but he knew I could understand since I’m a big boy.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, at least the hate he has towards the -still unknown- man is shared by his son.
“So your dad doesn’t know that you know.”
“He doesn’t. I assume he wanted to talk to you about it first.” He has his eyes closed, his legs are on top of Yoongi’s. Jungkook is way bigger than he is now but all Yoongi can see when he looks at the boy is his little bunny running around.
“Jimin doesn’t need my blessing to get married.” To another man.
“He knows he doesn’t, but you are still family.”
Still are.
He knows that Jungkook didn’t want to hurt him but he knows what he meant. Even after years of being apart, Jimin has always been present in Yoongi’s life.
When he got his first song played on the radio, Jimin was the first one who called to tell him how proud he was.
When Yoongi had to operate his appendix, Jimin was the first one to get there.
Jimin is always going to be Yoongi’s first. First serious boyfriend, first love, the first person he wrote a song to, fuck, Yoongi wrote a goddamn album about him.
And now Jimin is getting married to someone else.
“Yeah, I still am.”
Jungkook is a cuddler, has always been.
Yoongi could wake up with the little boy’s feet on his face and his head hidden in his dad’s neck. He had always thought it was a cute thing, the way he slept, but now with an 18-year old body on top of his, he couldn’t disagree more.
“Jungkook.” He calls. The boy groans, hugging Yoongi tighter.
“Jungkook!” Yoongi says louder while hitting Jungkook’s arm.
“Five more minutes, dad.” The boy nuzzles his face against Yoongi’s chest, hair messed up from moving in his sleep.
Fuck, Yoongi thinks, he is the cutest thing ever.
“You big baby.” Yoongi jokes.
“I thought dad was your big baby.” Jungkook doesn’t move his face away from Yoongi’s chest, his voice coming out muffled by his shirt.
Yoongi sighs, he is right ,after all, Jimin is Yoongi’s, big baby.
Was, his mind supplies, he was.
He pushes Jungkook off of him, the boy rolling on the bed without even bothering to complain. He must be very tired.
Yoongi’s kitchen is big and modern, way too big for someone who lives alone and doesn’t have time to actually make food. He preferred Jimin’s small kitchen, the walls painted yellow (“it opens your appetite” Jimin had once said) and it was actually used.
He remembers making breakfast in that kitchen, Jungkook barely tall enough to reach the countertop, Jimin wearing that ugly apron with “kiss the cook” written in it.
Thinking about that time seems like thinking about a dream. It’s not healthy, Yoongi knows. Namjoon makes sure to remind him every time they meet each other.
“How are things going? Did you get over Jimin yet?”
Yoongi usually rolls his eyes at him, saying that there isn’t such thing as getting over Jimin. If he is tired- or just in a bad mood- he won’t even reply.
The cabinets are empty and he probably should go grocery shopping. Or he could ask Seokjin to send him food, like he always does. Jin would probably tell Jimin who would send him a text asking him if he wants him to do it.
He always says no.
(He always wants to say yes.)
He wanted to make pancakes to cheer Jungkook up. He stayed awake last night, thinking about how selfish he was being for not asking Jungkook how he felt about his dad getting married to someone.
He knows the kid, he won’t speak to him about it unless he decides it’s extremely necessary.
He makes coffee.
His phone rings and he knows it’s Jimin, not because of the personalized phone ring he has set for him but because he knows neither Namjoon or Seokjin are awake that time in the morning.
Jimin is speaking before he can say anything.
“Is Jungkook with you?”
“Good morning Jimin, yes I had a lovely dream, thank you for asking.” He is smiling, god, he hasn’t smiled in days.
“Is he?” Jimin sounds desperate and Yoongi decides that yeah, he won’t torture the guy much longer.
“He is sleeping, in my bed.” Jimin breaths in relief on the other side of the line.
“Bring him home.” And hangs up.
That’s odd.
In all the years Yoongi has spent beside Jimin, not once had he hung up on him without saying he loves him. Even after they broke up.
Yoongi lives for Jimin’s calls.
He goes straight to the room, pulling the covers off Jungkook.
“Your dad is pissed at you. I’m getting you home.”
Jungkook grunts, his hair is a complete mess and he looks well-rested.
Good. At least one of them had to sleep well.
“Can’t I just stay here?” He moans.
Okay, now that’s worrying.
Ever since the end of romance, like Hoseok called his and Jimin’s broke up, Jungkook was always eager to go back home. He loves yoongi, he loved spending time with him, but going home and being with his two dads was the best part of his day. At least he could pretend.
Jungkook not wanting to go home had warning sirens ringing inside Yoongi’s head.
“Okay, what happened?” Yoongi sits beside Jungkook’s head in the bed.
He runs his hand through the boy’s hair.
“He is going to be there.” Jungkook murmurs.
Yoongi’s blood runs cold.
“I know what you’re thinking. He doesn’t do anything wrong. That’s the problem, he is perfect.” ,Jungkook crawls away from his hiding inside the covers, “e is always smiling and telling jokes, he treats dad right and calls me buddy and son. He is not my dad!”
Neither am I, Yoongi thinks.
“You are right, he seems awful.” He tries to smile but his heart aches.
Jungkook looks at him with those big, expressive eyes and Yoongi knows he can see right through him.
“He is not you.” Jungkook whispers while hidding his face on Yoongi’s stomach.
Yoongi hugs his head.
“I know, bun, I know.”